The neighbor boy [M]21 has a surprise for me [F]47…

So, like I said before, I had put some thought into how this’d play out. I’d invite Bruce over to fix something on the TV (that I just unplugged), I’d be wearing my tight yoga pants & sports bra, I’d be somewhat flirty, mention how my husband is traveling for work again and I’m home alone, he’d take the bait and fuck me on the ugly couch my husband picked out. However, things rarely go how we want them to…

…sometimes they turn out even better.

Earlier yesterday I texted Bruce about something going wrong with the TV and asked if he could come take a look. I even had a batch of homemade cookies for him if he did. He said he’d be over at 4, and I got to baking, while taking time to play with myself (cooking naked helps).3:50 roles around and I get changed into aforementioned tight as hell yoga getup. I just realized that I never did the standard “describe yourself so the guys out there know how to picture you when imagining you getting fucked” part. I’m 47, and thanks to being a SAHM, I’ve been able to keep in shape and take care of my body, people never guess my age properly, usually being around 9-12 years off. I’m 5’6”, 34-24-36, with a pair of 34DDs that have yet to lose their fight with gravity. I’m a brunette, hair goes down a bit past my shoulders, and the carpet matches the drapes, well, it would, if I hadn’t shaved down there the other day, in preparation for this. Anyway, back to the story.

4:00 comes around, and I can feel myself getting wet in anticipation. I run to the bathroom to check if it’s visible through the yoga pants, and it isn’t. Then the doorbell rings, and I have to stop myself from running to the door and seeming too eager. I open the door and he’s looking sharp, a nice shirt and pants that seem to signify that could have just gotten out of a business meeting. I give him a hug, making sure that I lingered a bit too long and squished my breasts into his strong, broad chest. I invited him in and showed him into the living room where the TV was, and made sure to bend over and show off my ass when I grabbed the remote. I let him fiddle with things for a bit while I left him to wrap up the cookies for him. In the short time It took me to do that he managed to find the 2 things I unplugged and plugged them back in. I mentioned that that was quick, he said it was nothing, just some loose wires, and I had to insist that he still take the cookies. He did, then set them down and got into why he really came over.

Bruce: “Well, I’m glad I could help, but that’s not why I really came over. I really came over because when you’re out on your balcony with the light still on in your room, It’s very noticeable.”

I think I must have turned 3 shades redder in embarrassment, realizing the implication that he knew I had been spying on him. I sheepishly asked “So…when did you notice”

“That First night when I was swimming alone, and naked” he replied, which turned me another shade redder.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that, I didn’t mean to spy, we just both kinda… “I tried to say, but he cut me off.

“Please, don’t feel bad. I liked it. In fact, that’s why when I brought Chloe home we went out back.”

It took me a beat to register that. He knew I would try and watch again, and knowingly brought a poor girl over so I could watch them fuck.

“When I saw your light on, I knew you were watching, and made sure to put on a “good show” for you. At least to begin with, it was getting cold, so we moved things inside.”

I tried to butt in, but he kept on going “Then, the other day, I remembered when you and Bob tongue-in-cheek gave my parents some heavy drapes, so they could have some privacy, so when I brought Amber over, I made sure they were open. I also made sure to make some noise when we were walking inside, make sure you’d notice”

I just sat there in disbelief as he went on with how thought-out this kids plan to turn me on was. I spaced out for a bit until he got to the end.

“After we were done, and Amber was passed out in my bed, I went back down and checked in my dad’s room, to see if the camera picked anything up.

“My heart skipped a beat, this kid videos himself fucking, is he some sort of amateur pornstar?

“Wanna see?” Bruce asked again, snapping me out of my train of thought. Without thinking, I said sure, and what I saw made my heart skip another 3 beats. He didn’t record him and Amber, he had the camera pointed out the window, towards my window. He recorded me, playing with myself while watching him. Before I knew it he stopped the video and put his phone back away.

“Don’t worry, I’d never think of putting this up online, or sharing it, as long as we can come to an understanding.”

“What kind of understanding?” I asked in a combined tone of anger, surprise, and reluctance

He reached down and unzipped his pants, letting them and his boxers drop to the ground. He then went over and sat down on the couch and said “Well, you wanted to see it, come get a taste”

I thought I had guessed right when I got “my Bruce”, but he was bigger. I think my Bruce was just as thick, but real Bruce was longer. His cock was already hard (I guess my teasing worked before), and up close I could see that it was veiny, with a big one running along the top. He was also circumcised, and had a big, bulbousy head that tasted wonderful. I grabbed the shaft with both hands and started to lick his head. After a bit he brushed my hair off of my face, and told me to see how much I could get in my mouth. The answer, not as much as I would have liked, I guess I’m really out of practice. Eventually he pulled my head up, making me think he was getting close, but nope, he just wanted me to take my top off and use my breasts, so I did. He took a moment to squeeze and admire them before sticking his cock between them and getting back to work. I grabbed them and sandwiched his cock between them and went to work using them to jack him off. I even added in sucking on his head when it popped up through the top. I guess that was enough for him, as he grabbed the back of my head and at one point held it down. Not all the way, choking me, but enough that his head was still in my mouth, so I used my hands to finish him off and he just started cumming in my mouth. My god he came a lot, even though he went a few rounds the previous night with Amber, he almost filled my mouth up completely, but I kept it in. I don’t know what came over me, I guess I was having a flashback to my college days, but when he finished, instead of immediately swallowing, I opened my mouth and showed him his cum before making a point of swallowing it all in one big gulp.

“Goddamn Mrs. Edwards, I wasn’t expecting that” he exclaimed, as I slowly realized just what he was talking about. I had done that on autopilot.

“Come here, that deserves something.” he said as he stood up and pulled me up on my feet. He then spun us around and pushed me down on the couch and he took off my yoga pants. Even though I was wearing yoga pants, I still put on a decent pair of panties. Nothing too fancy, but not a pair of mom panties either. He didn’t take them off, he, in one surprising movement, ripped them off, and went to town.

Holy Shit, I know why Chloe was getting loud outside, apparently Bruce is majoring in eating girls out in college, because goddamn was he good at it. He alternated his tongue between attacking my clit and trying to force it inside my wet cunt. He briefly stopped at the beginning and made a sarcastic remark about how wet I was, but I wasn’t paying attention, I just grabbed his hair and forced him back down to work. He almost got me off in record time, I say almost because when my hips started to buck he backed off and he lifted his head up and asked me when the last time Bob went down on me. My response was something along the lines of “OH Fuck, Don’t Stop” combined with trying to grab his hair again, but he waited until he could tell the moment had past before going back to work. He repeated this for seemingly hours, but really it was only like 20 minutes. He’d get me to the edge of cumming, then let off and let the moment pass, over, and over, and over again, until he eventually sat up and stopped.

“That’s enough for now, wouldn’t want to give the game away before we get started playing, now would we?”

“Goddamnit, you’re such an asshole, you know that?” I replied tersely, a combination of angry and ashamed that I was being used like a toy.

“Tisk tisk tisk Mrs. Edwards, that’s not very polite, is it? In Fact, I think that deserves a form of punishment, don’t you?”

I thought he was gonna spank me, which in college was basically a magic button to make me cum, so I rolled over and said “Go ahead, punish me

“What I didn’t expect was for him to reach over and grab the ripped pair of panties and proceed to stuff them inside me. The feeling was, weird. It was annoying, and stimulating, as he stuffed them up there deeper than his had gotten with his fingers. Bruce then got up and went over and put his pants back on, leaving me a disheveled mess on the couch.

“I have other plans tonight, so we’ll have to continue this tomorrow. As for the punishment, I’ll text you later when you can remove them, but for now, they stay in.” I don’t know why, but I just sat there and nodded, agreeing to his terms.

I got up from the couch, or, I tried, but the strange feeling of my panties inside me was, stimulating, and I almost fell back, but Bruce was quick on his feet and caught me as I stood up. He then pulled me closer and kissed me, giving me butterflies in my stomach. He then reached up and played with my nipples for a bit, before reaching down and rubbing my clit for a brief moment. Luckily I was still holding onto him, or my legs probably would have buckled beneath me. He then got to the door and immediately turned around, making me think for a second that he was gonna write off his plans and fuck me, but he reached down and grabbed the cookies.

When he left it was a only a little past 5. When he finally got around to texting me, it was almost 10, and he asked for a picture “to make sure they were as wet as they should be, having been stuffed up there for around 5 hours”. I don’t know why, but I didn’t send him a picture, I made a brief video of me pulling them out. I almost came when I did, and they were thoroughly soaked. All Bruce replied was “Good Girl”.

It wasn’t until midnight when he texted me to come over at 8 tomorrow (Which is today when I post this), around the back, and to wear something lacy, and to bring the ripped pair of panties with me. I have a nice set of black lingerie that my husband got me for an anniversary and I only wore once. I hope Bruce doesn’t rip those panties too.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/q7crs7/the_neighbor_boy_m21_has_a_surprise_for_me_f47