Letting the boy (M19) next door in my (F46) back door [FM] (Part 2 of 2)

So, feel free to check out part one [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k7m7ky/letting_the_boy_m19_next_door_in_my_f46_back_door/)

So, after getting the life fucked out of me, we both feel asleep in his parents bed (really comfy, might need a new bed myself, and have Charles help break it in with me). I got up before him and after taking a brief shower I went down to start making him breakfast, figured the best way (well, 2nd best after blowing him) to wake him up was with bacon. I had to sneak back to my house for it, but it was worth it. He came down buck ass naked to eat, and given I was only wearing an apron, he was sporting a semi most of the time, which in turn made me wet. When we were done eating, I sent him over the edge by bending over in front of him to pick up our plates, and showing him that when I got up early, I had stuck in a butt plug. When I asked him if he saw anything he liked, all I got in response was a Goddamn, which I took as a yes.

As I was putting the dishes away Charles came up behind me and started whispering in my ear about how much of a whore I’ve become, and how he can’t wait to get in “that sweet ass” of mine. I think he could tell what kind of effect he was having on me because he reached down and plunged his fingers in my wet snatch. He brought his fingers back up and showed me just how wet they were before he proceeded to lick them clean, saying he wanted to taste more. But not yet apparently, apparently he needed help on something for a class of his, such a fucking tease.

We spent the rest of the morning going over this paper he had to do for a business class of his, me in a robe he gave me, and him in a pair of sweatpants. This wasn’t how I envisioned things going, but I helped him as best I could. Eventually though, sometime after noon, he finished. I asked him if he wanted anything for lunch and he just said “you” as he picked me up and threw me down on on the couch before diving between my legs. I still had no idea where he learned such things, but he had no trouble getting me close to cumming on his tongue, but instead of finishing me, he backed off. When I looked down to see what was going on, he just had this huge shit-eating grin on his face, seeing me frustrated like that, before he dove back in. If I had to guess, he did this 6 or 7 times before reducing me to a moaning, horny mess before he stood up and said it’s time he showed me something. As he helped me up I couldn’t help but notice that this had been getting to him too, and he had a wet spot on his sweatpants where his cock was. He brought me up to his room and had me lay down on his bed my stomach.

He had me do so so I was looking out the window, towards my house. He then got down and started to play with the plug that was still in there, moving it around and almost pulling it out before letting it go. I guess I was a bit lost in the unusual feelings as his hand came down sharply on my ass, along with him asking me what I saw outside. I told him my house, only to have him ask “and what else” as he reached for something. I answered “My backyard” as he opened the lube and let it drizzle out and onto my ass, while he asked again “and what else”. The sensations were becoming unbearable as I looked back at my house and saw the window to my daughter’s room. I told Charles that I can see my daughter Kelly’s room, to which he said “Ya, she’s very pretty, especially when she gets out of the shower.” I wanted to be shocked at this, but he accompanied that revelation with pulling the plug out, which kept me from saying anything.

“At first, it started as just me watching her whenever I got the chance, then I started waiting for her” he said as he applied more lube to my backdoor. “Then, one time, she saw me over here, watching her get dressed, but she didn’t change her routine.” I felt him probing my ass with a finger, which was easy enough after wearing the plug, apparently I was gaping. “Then one day she reached out and texted me. We wound up chatting, and one thing lead to another and she sent me a pic of her tits. Really nice, but not as big as yours.” He said as he reached down and gave my breasts a squeeze, getting them covered in the lube. “Well, when I sent a pic in return, she got mad, thinking I photoshopped it or something, so I invited her to sneak over one night and show her. She was the first girl to ever suck my dick. She was also the first girl I ate out, said ‘that was the only way she’d ever be able to fit me inside her’ or some shit. I didn’t mind, she tasted as sweet as you do.” As he said this he pulled me a bit closer to the edge of the bed, and placed the head of his cock at my backdoor. “She was the one who took my v card, and while she had that holier-than-thou attitude at school, when we got back here, she was the one who liked getting bent over my bed. Never let me get near her ass though, I guess deep down, she isn’t as big of a whore as you are” and with that he pushed until his head popped into my ass, forcing a squeal out of me. I didn’t cum at that moment, but I was damn close, the things he was saying about my daughter were keeping me from going over the edge. Then he just kept slowly forcing more and more of his cock into my ass before he leaned over and asked me “Well, you have anything to say about your daughter whoring herself out for my cock?” Before I could respond he pulled back out and started actually fucking my ass. I tried replying to him, but all that came out was a jumbled mess of moans and grunts. At one point he buried himself as deep as he could go and reached down and started playing with my clit. It was like pushing a red, swollen button labeled “Cum like a whore”, and he pushed it. What pain there was from him probing my ass with his cock vanished, and all that pent-up lust from those denied orgasms on the couch came flowing out. Then he got rough with it, not in a jackhammer way, but forceful, each thrust was accompanied by the loud sound of skin slapping against skin. By that point there was no pain left, it was all pleasure, and there was just to much of it. Eventually he slapped my ass and asked me “Who’s ass is this?” “Yours” I replied between thrusts. “That’s right” he replied, “This whore ass is mine, and I’m gonna make sure you remember it”. He picked up his pace and with one hand he reached down to play with my clit again. I couldn’t take it anymore, I don’t know if he was still asking rhetorical questions or not, I just became a moaning mess of a fucktoy for him, and the sight of this was enough for him to burry himself deep in my ass and full it with all of his built up cum, and it felt like there was a lot of it, even for him.

After what seemed like ages he started to remove his cock, but before he was completely out he asked me to pass him my plug. He plugged my ass up “to keep any from dripping out” on the way to his parents shower. We showered off together, he fingered me until I came and almost fell down, I played with his cock until he was hard again (didn’t take too long). I wanted to take him again there, but I still had the surprise I brought over, so I told him to go to his parents room and wait for me. I came in looking as sexy as I could in the white bridal lingerie I bought a few years back to spice things up with the ex (only wore them for him once). I could see the gears turning in Charles’s head, but this time I wanted to be in charge, so I told him to lay down on the bed.

I crawled up between his legs and started to worship his cock, slobbering all over it, before I got up and simply pulled the white lace panties to the side and mounted him. It felt so good to have that full feeling inside my pussy again, I just sat there for a moment before I started grinding on him. He reached up to squeeze my breasts in the white lacy bra before eventually reaching around to undo the clasp, letting them bounce around on their own. Eventually I leaned down to try and smother him with them while picking up the pace with my bouncing on his cock. When I felt him start to thrust back up into me I could tell he was getting close again and let him breathe for a bit. When he started to explode inside me I stopped moving, taking in the feeling of every pulse of cum from his cock, pushing myself over the edge for yet another orgasm. Then the asshole did what he does best after unloading deep inside me, he stayed hard. Charles looked up at me and told me I looked gorgeous, and that it was his turn again, only I told him not yet. I reached for the lube and applied it liberally to his cock before lining it up with my asshole. I slowly sank down, savoring the pressure applied to my asshole before his head popped in, and the slowly sank down, adjusting to the feeling again. It didn’t take as long this time for the pain to subside, but the pleasure was just as intense. As I increased my pace I could tell that I was starting to get to Charles again, so I made a point to play with my breasts for him. At a certain point, I guess I was teasing Charles a bit too much, as he eventually grabbed me by the hips and rolled me over to start fucking me missionary, all the while never leaving my ass. He increased the pace I had set, enjoying the site of my breasts bouncing around. Eventually I was starting to get a bit sore, so I started to lay it on thick, telling him I was hungry (I actually was), and I wanted him to feed me his cum. Like a switch was flipped, he pulled out of my ass and pointed his cock at my face. I managed to catch the first ropes in my mouth, but his aim wasn’t the best, and he glazed my face with cum.

I cleaned up and freshened up in the bathroom (I did mostly scoop up the cum and swallow it, it’s always so damn sweet) and we started talking about dinner. We settled on Chinese this time, and while we ate I finally remembered to talk to him about the stuff he said about my daughter Kelly. He said he was telling the truth, and looking back, I believed him. For that last half of her senior year she was a bit withdrawn and I caught her sneaking in a few times. I had just chalked it up to typical senior stuff, not her going over to service the younger neighbor boy with the BBC. I even remember her acting weird during a sleepover her brother (Charles’s friend) had during that period, apparently he fucked her that night. I even remember being up late and hearing moaning from her room, and me telling her that every woman touches herself from time to time, and to just keep it down so her brother didn’t hear her. Charles laughed his ass off at being reminded of that, she had to cover his mouth to keep him from laughing until I walked away so they wouldn’t be caught.

After we ate, I told him I had one more surprise for him, but I had to run back home to get it. So I slipped my jacket back on and snuck back to my house to get it. The look on his face when I walked into his living room (naked again), holding a PS5, was priceless. I told him that despite recent revelations, he deserved it, and had more than earned it. When I put it down and he ran to hug me, I simply whispered in his ear “if you’re grateful, show me”. He picked me up again (god I love how strong he is) and laid me down on his parents bed where he spent the next few hours making me feel like a goddess. He alternate between eating me out and fucking me slow and passionately, he’d even occasionally slip a finger in the back door to help push me over the edge. It was all really a long blur of orgasmic bliss that I can’t remember all of, just that I was on cloud 9, and I’ve never felt better. I do remember that at the end of it all he came one final time inside me and we fell asleep in each-other’s arms

Eventually we woke up the next morning in a bit of a rush to tidy things up. We had to clean his parents bed and replace their sheets, along with the ones on his bed (if they asked, he said he’d tell them he was trying to be nice and surprise them when he got back). As for the PS5, we’d tell them that I accidentally got sent an extra one, and not to tell that store with the bullseye as its logo (truth is that I lucked out at BestBuy online for one son, went in person to GameStop to preorder one for my other son, and paid a scalper for Charles’s).

All and all, a hell of a weekend, and while I was sore for a few days afterwards, I can’t wait to do it again. Actually, I think I’ll call him over now to help with something around the house, mama needs to get stuffed ;)

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