Sending the neighbor kid [M] into hyperdrive all over my [F] face

You’re probably wondering about the title. Sorry, no geeky shenanigans here, no dressing up in that slave bikini (maybe later), but the title does have a meaning that I’ll get to.

TL;DR – I seem to have stumbled into some sort of twilight zone where everything goes better than expected ever since I divorced my ex, and I should have done it sooner ;)

So, once I realized how I was going to get Charles over again, I went ahead and splurged a bit on a fancy new home theater, 4K tv, 7.1 surround sound, the works. Did I decide on this because my ex had been haranguing me to upgrade our setup for a while before our split, **yes**. Is it doubly sweet that i’m using his dream setup merely as an excuse to get some young buck over to fuck me like some young slut, **GOD YES**. Before I did though, I did actually call Charles up to see if he actually could help me with it, and he said he could. I told him it’d all be delivered by Friday (paid for the fastest shipping since it’s Labor Day Weekend), and that he could come over in the afternoon and i’d pay him with some desert (ya, I actually said that, didn’t sound that corny in my head at the time). I quickly realized my mistake and had to make sure when I was at the store next to buy some cake mix just on the off chance this whole thing went sideways.

Most of the stuff was actually delivered with no problem yesterday, with the last piece earlier in the day, so I shot Charles a text saying that he could come over anytime before dinner to help out. I had wanted to sit outside waiting for him in my tiny two piece that I wore for Diego, but I decided to save that for the weekend, so I went with plan B, being in the shower when he got here, not answering when he called out for me, and hoping he’d discover me in the shower. I heard him come in and shout out for me, then he did so again on the 2nd story. I heard his footsteps come up and stop outside the master bath, but I didn’t dare look out the conveniently left open door, opting to stay in place and lather up my breasts with the soap. It was a good few minutes before he decided to call out again, and I couldn’t fake not hearing him this time. I told him I’d be a minute and that the stuff was downstairs if he wanted to get started.

I chose to go down in my yoga outfit that I wore last time, since he seemed to enjoy it. He had already started and I asked him if I could help, causing him to look up and he kinda lost his train of thought for a bit before he said he had things covered. I told him don’t hesitate to ask, and that I’d be out on the patio doing some yoga.

Unfortunately he didn’t come out and bother me when I was doing my totally 100% real yoga poses and not just stretching like a cat in heat, waiting to be mounted. When he did finish up he came out, but he stopped and was staring at me before he came and opened the door (he didn’t think I could see him). He walked me back into the family room and started to show off the new features of the system before I had enough of the teasing and grabbed his shoulder and abruptly told him

“Look, I appreciate the help with this, but I can figure it out on my own.” I added as seductively as I could “I didn’t really invite you over for this. I invited you over for this” I told him as I reached down and grabbed his cock through his shorts. When I grabbed it I couldn’t help but blurt out “holy fuck, this thing is gonna kill me”, it just seemed so big. I couldn’t even wrap my hands around it, and it wasn’t completely hard. I didn’t even wait for him to say something, I just pushed him onto the couch and ripped his shorts off like the ravenous fiend I’ve become.

Maybe it’s because it was right there in front of me, but I almost didn’t think this cock in front of me was real, it just seemed too big. So I asked him point blank “does this weapon here get any bigger?” while trying to grab a hold of it (hands still not fully going around it). Charles seems to have returned to his body as he replied “take those tits out and find out.” So I did, I took off my yoga top and let the girls out to play. I thought he’d shout something like “God Damn” or “Fuck”, but he just sat there with a blank look on his face, staring at them. I had to squeeze his cock to finally get his attention, when he finally spoke he said “Sorry Mrs. Miller, it’s just, I’ve had dreams like this and, well, it’s even better in person.”

That put a huge smile on my face, and I knew I had him hooked, but to seal the deal, I replied “Please, I’m holding your cock and I have my tits out, call me Laura.” then proceeded to spit on my hands and start moving them up and down his shaft. He immediately threw his head back and blurted out a “Holy Fuck” as I proceeded to jack him off. After a minute or two I decided it was time to bring my head down and started sucking on the head, to which he blurted out “Fuckin’ Hell Mrs. Miller”. That prompted me to stop, look him dead in the eye and tell him again “It’s Laura” before going back to working the head, followed by an attempt to see how much I could fit in my mouth, just shy of half way down. When I did this, I started to feel his cock throb and realized that I might have made too much of a production out of this, and decided to just make him cum now, give him a “preview” of the weekend if he wanted it.

He tried talking about something, I didn’t hear him at the time, I was busy, but I guess it was something about him being about to cum, because before I knew it, my mouth was being flooded with cum, and a lot of it. Seriously, there was so much, I tried swallowing some of it, but I wound up needing to pull it out and let him finish on my face. Even though he was in my mouth to being with, there was still a **lot** covering my face. When he finally stopped, and it seemed like around a minute for him, It was my turn to blurt out “Holy Fuck”. He then told me “I tried to warn you”, and I replied “It’s OK, it must have been a while for you, there was so much”. He told me that was pretty normal for him, and what he was trying to tell me before was that he “suffers” from Hyperspermia, a ~~blessing~~ condition where men generate an abnormally large amount of semen (I had to google it after he left, it’s real). Apparently he has to masturbate at least once a day or he can’t concentrate very well, and when he went 3 days once, his balls started to ache and was even prone to leaking precum. He even said that this actually scared more than one girl away (prudes), and I asked “Like Emily” (the girl who turned down my son only to go out with Charles instead). He said no, she was actually helpful, but she went to a university out of state and dumped him, and he’s been back to masturbating ever since.

I just sat there thinking “God damn, I guess every blessing comes with a curse”. He then admitted that he was watching me from his window, and it was helpful to relieve the tension. When he was done I told him matter of factly “Look, it’s getting late, and you should go back for dinner soon, but I know your family usually goes away for the long weekend. If you can spin some excuse like ‘wanting to keep on top of your studies’ to your parents, we can spend the weekend “relieving tension” together”. “But what about my parents” he added, and I told him “I can keep a secret, can you?” He said he could, and then we decided he should get going, though I let him use the bathroom to tidy up a bit. I took advantage of that time to run into the kitchen and cut him a slice of cake and stick it on a plate. He seemed confused when I handed him the plate, but I told him “I made it to cover myself on the off chance you didn’t want anything to do with me”. He said that’d never be true, and any man who thought so is a fucking moron. I asked him if he could tell that to my ex, which got us both laughing. He then leaned in for what I thought was a kiss, only for him to use a finger to scoop up some cum off my cheek and tell me “you missed a spot” as he fed it to me. I licked it off of his finger and told him it was as sweet as he was (it really was), and gave him a peck on the cheek.

So now I’m sitting here, eating my dinner (reheated chicken paired with wine), dripping with anticipation (literally), waiting for him to text me if he was able to stay home. Oh, and I’m still partially glazed ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/imssml/sending_the_neighbor_kid_m_into_hyperdrive_all