She grabbed his balls and squeezed, hard. “Sit the fuck down and behave yourself.” [mF] [milf] [seduction] [oral] [fuckin’]

Ian’s gaze kept flicking back to her tight white sundress, and the swell of her tits tightly wrapped inside it. Had they always been that big? How had he missed that? She laughed at some joke, her short brunette hair swirling around her tan features, and, for a brief second, through the crowd, across the yard, her and Ian made eye contact.

Ian’s parents were hosting the annual neighborhood block party. It was an excuse to show off their recently-remodeled backyard, with its built-in barbecue and bar, new brickwork, fancy terraced landscaping, gazebo, and everything. The yard was packed with all the families of the neighborhood having a good time, oohing and aahing appreciatively over the detail and craftsmanship, display appropriate levels of jealousy. And so, Ian was bored. All the other kids were much younger than him, doing kid things. And Ian’s patience for talking to adults had been dried up after the first eight times he’d been asked how school was going and what were his college intentions. His plan was to sneak away to his room upstairs as soon as his parents were distracted.

But that plan had been forgotten when he saw Amy Braley and her tight white sundress.

Amy Braley and her family had earlier that year moved into a house a street over — the biggest one on the culdesac, with the large driveway and ornate design. Ian knew this because the day after they moved in, while jogging past their house, he’d caught a glimpse of his new neighbor’s ass in tight workout pants as she bent over, putting her young children into their car seats. And it was glorious. Since that day, he’d kept their house on his route, smiling and greeting Amy whenever he saw her. She was always friendly, and would wave back, which, despite how preposterous the idea seemed, gave Ian fantasies about a hook-up. So even if the chances were nil, from Ian’s point of view, Amy Braley was now the most interesting thing in his quiet suburban development.

And thus, when he made eye contact with her, even though Amy Braley was standing near her husband, at least twice his age, and watching her kids play tag on the lawn, Ian flashed her a flirty grin anyway. No harm in showing appreciation, Ian thought. And when he caught a hint of a smile flickering across her cheeks as she turned back to the group she was with, he figured his message was well received.

Even still, Ian was surprised when, a little while later, she took the seat next to him at the small round table with the umbrella through the middle.

“Bored?” she asked.

Ian was halfway through his hamburger, eating alone at the table. “Kinda,” he said.

“No one else here your age, huh?” Her hazel eyes studied him from beneath the floppy brim of a wide straw hat.

“Guess not,” Ian said. He was wearing board shorts and nothing else, and could almost feel her gaze on his bare skin.

“What are you, like, eighteen?”

“Seventeen.”

“Seventeen,” she repeated, her look distant, “I remember being seventeen.”

Ian leaned back in his chair and ran his eyes up and down her body, letting her see him check out her large chest. Her tan, muscular legs. Her smooth, bronze arms.

She broke the silence. “What do you think you’re pulling, always being so chatty with me? I know you don’t talk to any of the other neighbors.”

“Aww, Mrs Braley,” Ian smiled, held her gaze, “I don’t mean nothing by it. I’m just admiring, that’s all.”

“Just admiring,” she repeated.

“Yeah,” Ian said, “No point denying it, you’re a cutie.”

“I’m too old for you, Ian,” she said.

“Age ain’t nothing, Mrs Braley. Cute is cute, and that’s all there is to it.”

“I’m married. Bill’s a good husband.” She looked out, across the pool, towards him. “Very fair. Knows how to handle a woman like me. Keeps me satisfied.”

Ian expected her to plainly shoot him down, but here she was throwing up excuses. Maybe he really did have a chance…

“No offense, Mrs Braley,” he said, “But, fuck fair. Fuck satisfied. No girl every says that shit about me. Satisfied is this burger. This burger makes me satisfied. Girls, I don’t satisfy them. I leave them begging for more. I use ‘em, fuck ‘em till I’m done. Sometimes they cum, sometimes they don’t. Don’t matter to me, I ain’t doing it for them.”

Her expression had remained neutral, but Ian noticed that she wasn’t looking away, either, that she was studying him, appraising him.

“Now you, Mrs Braley,” Ian continued, “You’re a classy lady. Nice house, nice car, nice kids, nice husband. Dress well, keep good care of yourself. Go to the gym, hell, probably go to the opera and shit. You’re ‘satisfied.’” He leaned forward. “But I know underneath that all, you’re craving a real, honest, fuck. A degrading, sloppy, animal fuck, that leaves you feeling used, weak kneed, a spent mess, pussy beat up, dripping in cum, tears, and spit. Probably haven’t had a fuck like that in years, maybe since you were seventeen yourself.”

Ian reached out, rubbed her knee. She didn’t back away. “I know this,” he said, “Because you’re over here, chatting up your horny teenage neighbor, instead of over there with your family, with the other adults. Some of you MILFs, you get bored, you go for your co-workers, your hired help, your friend’s husbands, your brother in-laws, anything to spice shit up, anything to beat out ‘satisfied.’

“But you, you’ve got your hot neighbor’s son checking you out, now here’s an opportunity the other moms don’t have. You’re still cute, you’ve still got it, you’re still turning heads. Attention feels good, but when it’s from someone taboo like me? Makes you wetter than you’ve been for years. Makes you remember when the boys would fuck you raw, not giving a shit about what’s fair, just using you for their own pleasure. And you wonder if it’s really possible, if I’d really do it, if you could really have that again. Or maybe it’s just a fantasy.”

Amy still had nothing to say, but he saw her cheeks flush, her lips part.

“So I’m going upstairs,” Ian said, “Up to my room. You’re invited. In case you miss the taste of teenage cum. I’m big, and I keep my dick clean, shaved nice and trim. Or don’t follow me. Stay down here with your family. Keep it a fantasy. No big deal, I’m good either way.”

With that, he stood and walked into the house, feeling her gaze lingering on him.

Ian was only in his room a few moments when, as he knew she would, Amy pushed open his door and walked in.

She looked around, taking in his messy bed, desk scattered with schoolbooks and papers, sports gear stacked in the corner, basketball posters on the walls. “Seventeen, huh,” she said.

“Yeah,” Ian said, “Take off your dress, Amy.” Side by side, he towered over her.

But she wasn’t intimidated, and she ignored his instruction. “The first time I ever blew a guy, it was a room like this,” she said, “Except his sport was football.” She looked lost in thought. “His cock was hairy, and he didn’t last long. But I didn’t know any different back then. And it was fun, exhilarating, sucking him off, doing what he told me.”

She turned, and pierced Ian with her gaze. “You talk a lot of bullshit, Ian. Maybe it works on your girlfriends, little high school sluts, impressed with your ability to spit it, thirsty for your commands like I was back then. But that was then, and now I’m so past that, you can’t even imagine. I’m not one of your desperate bimbos, eager for your approval, as if a fuck from you will validate my existence.”

Ian grinned. “But you’re here,” he said.

“Yes. Yes, I am. I’m still a horny bitch,” she said, “So strip, get your ass naked, show me this dick you’re so proud of, and I’ll show you what an experienced woman is capable of.”

Ian smiled and dropped his shorts to the ground and kicked them off, his dick swinging free.

Amy’s gaze narrowed, assessed his crotch. “I can work with that,” she said.

She reached down and took his cock in her hands. Her touch was cold, her skin soft. She stroked his shaft, doing it just right, knowing when and where to touch him, and in just a few yanks, Ian’s dick grew stiff.

“So eager,” she said.

Suddenly, she grabbed his balls and squeezed, hard. “Now sit the fuck down and behave yourself.”

Ian whimpered, trembling as she released. What the fuck was that? And why did he now find himself hurriedly doing as she told him?

She grabbed her chest through her dress and squeezed. “You like my tits, don’t you?” she said, “You want to suck on them, play with my nipples?”

Ian was nodding. He had no idea what was going on. Why was she so hot and cold?

She turned around, bent over, and slipped her white lace panties off. Ian caught a glimpse of her bare ass, the mound of her pussy between her legs. He reached out to grab it.

But Amy turned around, slapped his arm away. “Behave, Ian,” she said. She held out her panties. “You like my pussy, my ass too?”

“Y–yes,” Ian stammered, unsure what she wanted.

“Then take them,” she said, shaking her panties in his face, “Sniff them, lick them, show me how much you crave me.”

“What?” Ian faltered as he took them from her, “That’s… gross!”

Amy cocked her head, looked disappointed. “Well then, I guess you must not be that interested…” She turned towards the door. “Such a pity.” Her hand was on the doorknob.

“No!” Ian found himself saying, “Wait!” He began frantically licking at panties, eyes on Amy, seeking her approval.

She turned to watch. A smile crept over her face, flirty and cruel at the same time. “That’s a good boy, listens to Mommy.”

“What the fuck,” Ian muttered. What was she saying? This was fucked up… but his resistance melted as she climbed onto the bed, sliding around behind him, pressing her body against his, wrapping her arms across his chest. Her tits were squished against his back, her dress in the way, but he’d get that off her soon. Finally, things were getting back on track…

Ian yelped. Her fingers were pinched down hard on his nipples, twisting and yanking!

He shook her off, and she laughed at him. “What’s the matter, Ian? This soccer mom too much for you?”

He was about to say something, but she slid back around him, silky smooth hands sliding down his chest this time, away from his sore nipples. And down towards his crotch. Ian may not have understood what she was doing to him, but his cock obviously liked it. He saw his dick had grown fully erect, balls taut and ready, and his breathing quickened as her fingers pushed closer and closer.

But they didn’t reach it. Instead, as she giggled in his ear, her breath hot against him, she directed her hands down his legs. She tickled his inner thighs, making him twitch and buck with her fingertips, lightly dragging them around his muscles in loose circles.

Ian spread his legs and pushed his hips out, getting his cock prominent and ready for her touch.

But instead she grabbed his balls, her fingers forming a ring around their base. She cinched her fingers and yanked his balls down. Ian breathed heavy and fast, half in panic, half in pleasure, and incredibly turned on. “What…?” he muttered, unable to form words to finish his sentence.

With her other hand, she tickled his sac, and he groaned.

Her lips were pressed against his ear. “Are you going to be a good boy for mommy?”

“Uh-huh,” he moaned.

She gripped his balls harder. “What’s that? I couldn’t hear you.”

He pinched his eyes shut. “Yes,” he whispered.

She slapped his balls, not hard, but hard enough. He yelped.

“Say it,” she said, “Say it all the way.”

“I’m going to be a good boy,” Ian whimpered.

She slapped his balls again. “Louder!” she hissed, “Say my name!”

His eyes watered. “I’m going to be a good boy for you, Amy!”

She squeezed his balls, hard. “Be respectful!”

“Mrs Braley, sorry!” he cried, “I’ll be Mrs Braley’s good boy!” He panted, “Please…”

Suddenly the pressure on his balls was gone, and he gasped in relief. Her fingers were gentle again, giving his balls a rest, now teasing and playing with his cock. “That’s a good boy,” she said. She ran a fingertip lightly up the underside of his shaft, then in teasing circles around his glans. Then she said, as if to herself, “Such a healthy boy.”

“Please, Mrs Braley…” Ian begged.

He shuddered as she licked his ear. “Lie down, Ian,” she guided him back onto his bed. “You’re going to eat Mommy’s pussy, eat Mommy’s ass.” He fingers had wrapped around his balls again. Gently this time, but a reminder, an encouragement to obey.

She bunched her dress up around her waist and swung her leg over Ian’s face, straddling his head, presenting him a view of her ass, her spread pussy.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered as she sat down, her tight pussy pressed against his mouth. She wiggled her hips, and he stuck out his tongue, unsure where to begin. But just having his tongue out was apparently enough for her. She ground her hips into his mouth, directing her own pleasure. As she slid down so that his tongue was lapping at her asshole, he realized she was fucking his face. He realized she was just using him.

And, weirdly, it was a huge turn-on. The more she used him, the more he needed her.

He wiggled his hips, making his erection swing back and forth, desperate for her touch.

And she did, but just briefly, as she slapped it away. “I told you to behave, Ian,” she said. But she wasn’t as stern as before, and she moaned in pleasure as he licked.

He reached up, probing her pussy with his fingers, feeling it’s wet heat, taut and excited. She groaned approvingly as he tweaked her clit. Her endorsement was a relief, and eager for more, he licked her asshole while letting his fingers focus on her pussy.

His reward was a more steady stream of attention on his dick. She was batting at it, but playfully, almost stroking it, almost getting him off, keeping him swollen and erect.

Soon, she was really gasping, her soft, tan skin flush with sweat, body heaving. “Make Mommy cum, Ian,” she moaned, “Be a good boy, make Mommy cum. Eat Mommy’s ass real good…. eat… nggg…”

Her thighs squeezed Ian’s head tight as her body quivered, and Ian ate her through her orgasm. He had a close-up view of her spasms, and hearing her moans of pleasure paced with his licking and fingering was incredibly erotic.

He kept going until she was through, until she collapsed onto his body, until he felt her lips wrap around his shaft, slide down his length.

Ian’s eyes rolled back in his head, overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure, all his desperate anticipation so suddenly fulfilled. He groaned loudly, he was really getting blown by his hot MILF neighbor. This was fucking fantastic, the way she expertly sucked him, then licked him, working his dick like a pro, using her hands just enough.

It was better than he ever imagined, and there was no way he was going to hold out for long. He felt himself rising, rising, rising, almost there, almost there…

And then she was gone. His dick was abandoned, left alone. He whimpered, whined. “What…?” He shook his hips, desperate to cum. “Please!”

Amy turned around, sitting on him, straddling his belly, looking down at him with an amused expression. “Mommy’s not that cruel,” she said, “But I can’t have you finishing before you’ve sucked my tits.” She flipped her dress up and over her head, and then tossed her bra off.

Ian stared in amazement. Her tits were glorious. So big, so round, skin so smooth, so perfect. Dark nipples stood proudly erect, and Ian reached up to grab them. She smiled.

“Holy fuck,” he said. He fondled and squeezed and rubbed them, and she arched her back, encouraging him. He groped and grabbed, in heaven, not believing his luck.

“Good boys get rewards,” Amy said. Ian jiggled her tits, watching them bounce.

Then she raised herself up and over his cock, grabbing it, pushing the tip of his erection against her glistening pussy lips.

Ian went wide-eyed. “But… condom…” he managed, the sight of her pussy lips spreading around his dick intoxicating, the heat of her sex making his head swim.

Her hips moved down, his shaft sliding inside her, deeper and deeper, until he was buried completely in her pussy, her ass against his thighs. He groaned in pleasure, she was so tight.

She laughed. “Condom? No…” she said, voice teasing, “You’re such a healthy boy, Ian.” She pumped her hips, expertly guiding the fucking in precise, deliberate thrusts. “I think I’d like my next child tall and strong, like you.”

“What?” Ian said, delirious from the pleasure. “What!?” he repeated as what she said sank in. “No!”

“Yes,” she grinned at him, her hips milking his shaft. She pulled his hands back to her tits, then reached behind her, grabbing his balls. “This is my fertile time. I’m in heat, Ian.”

Ian was powerless beneath her experienced control, she was going to make him cum inside her!

“Mommy needs your thick load,” she said, her voice suddenly soft and eager, “You’re gonna fill Mommy with your seed, deep in her womb, make her nice and pregnant.” She kneaded his balls.

“No!” he repeated. But it didn’t matter, the pleasure was too much, and he felt his balls tense up as the orgasm washed through him, his cock pumping thick loads of cum into cute, tan, sexy Amy Braley, just like he dreamed, yet not at all. She cruelly grinned down at him.

“Every drop,” she said, her tight pussy extracting his load until he was dry.

Ian was laying in his bead, but it felt like he was falling, tumbling down, everything slipping through his grasp.

“You did good, Ian,” she said, smiling as she pulled herself off the bed and put her outfit back together. “Don’t look so terrified, my kids already have a Daddy. I just wanted you for your virile teen spunk.”

“What the fuck…” Ian wailed.

“Just for the record, Ian,” she continued, ignoring his despair, “Bill and I get up to way crazier shit than this.” Then she added, “And his dick’s bigger. I just like some variety, is all.”

She winked at him as she exited, closing the door behind her, leaving Ian alone, his still mind reeling. He muttered aloud, “What the fuck just happened…”

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