[MF] The summer I fucked the MILF next door

Hi hello, thought you all might enjoy this story. I am 31 now, this story happened when I was 18.

I was tall and skinny, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a thin lanky build (I was a track nerd in high school). I had just graduated high school and was preparing for my last summer before going away to the big state school in the fall.

I grew up in a regular suburban neighborhood. There were happy families all around us. It was your typical lily-white neighborhood. People said hello, waved to each other, etc. Three doors down from us was Stacey, with an e. She was a housewife. She was probably in her mid-30s, short, an above average bust and probably a few extra pounds. She wasn’t fat, she wasn’t thin, she was average. She had a cute, pleasant, but average face. Brown hair, green eyes.

She was married to a dude naked Greg who was super grumpy, tall, thin, had his hair always buzzed and super short and drove a brand new pickup truck all the time even though they never seemed to go camping or he never seemed to need to haul wood or something you’d need a pickup truck for. They had two kids, 6 and 3 or so by the time I was 18.

They had probably moved in when I was 15 or so and she was always super friendly to me. When I was a Life Scout fundraising money for a trip to Arizona she bought a whole box of candy bars. When my business owner dad decided I needed to learn “entrepreneurial skills” and loaned me the money to buy an old lawn mower (our family lawn mower wouldn’t do) and I went around the neighborhood asking $10 to mow lawns, she was one of my first customers. I’d see her outside with her little kids and she’d wave and I’d wave back. If I rode my bike past she’d say “Say hi to Jon” and her kids would say hi. She was just the regular young mom down the street, not some smoking hot slutty MILF all the pool boys were jerking off too.

Back to when I was 18, I had been hoping to get some track scholarships, didn’t happen. But still wanted to stay in shape. My older sister gained a legit “freshman 50” her first year in college so I was convinced that wouldn’t happen to me. I was still eating clean and running most days. I would jog up and down the street with my shirt off. I had skinny person abs but I really wasn’t like “ripped” or anything because I hadn’t seen a weight in my life at this point.

Around this time every time I jog past Stacey’s house, she’s out there in the front yard, usually on a lay-flat lawn chair, wearing white shorts and a tank top, usually of bright floral colors. She might be wearing sunglasses, a sun hat, both or neither. She would usually be reading a paperback novel and sipping a Diet Pepsi while her kids messed around.

Usually she’d say hi, I’d say hi. She’d tell her kids to say hi, they’d say hi, I’d say hi. One time she put down her book.

“Aren’t you hot, Jon?”

“Nah. It’s good to keep moving.” I said slowing.

“Do you need something to drink?” she asked.

“Nah, I’m okay. Thank you though.”

The next day, she flagged me down.

“Can you mow our lawn some time this week? It’s gotten a bit long?” She asked.

“Sure. I’ll come by later today with the mower.”

“Okay perfect.”

Later I stopped by with the mower. It was extremely humid and she invited me inside to get a glass of lemonade but I said I had somewhere to be. She gave me $20 (for “special rush service”).

Later she flagged me down on a run to ask if I could babysit Saturday night while her husband and her went out. I said I didn’t have much experience with kids. She said they’d already be asleep, they just wanted someone to be there in case something happened. They’d pay me $50. I agreed.

I showed up the night of. Her husband answered the door. He was a cold fish as usual and said little to me. She was her typical bubbly and friendly personality. “Oh this is the first time you’ve been in our house.” She showed me around. She showed me the kids’ room (they were already sound asleep). She showed me the living room, how their satellite TV worked, where the pantry was, and she gave me both of their cell numbers.

The kids didn’t make a peep all night. They came home a few hours later and now both seemed grumpy. She coldly asked how the kids were. I said they didn’t make a noise. She gave me a hug and said I was a lifesaver. She went upstairs. Greg fished three crisp $20 bills out of his wallet and handed them over. He shook my hand, said thanks for my help and showed me to the door.

The next time she flagged me down, a little kiddie pool was set up in her front yard. Her kids were playing in it. She had her feet off the end of the lawn chair in the pool. She was wearing a light green one-piece swimsuit. Her midsection was soft, she has nice big soft child-bearing hips. Her breasts were big and soft, the swimsuit was struggling slightly to contain them. She was wearing a thin white shawl around her shoulders. She waved me down. I admit, she looked good. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her cleavage.

“Hi Jon.” she said.

“Hi Stacey.”

“Like our new in-ground pool? Wanna take a dip?” She joked.

“Looks a little crowded.” I joked.

“Maybe later then.”

“Hey, do you know anything about computers? Our keyboard isn’t working.”

“I guess I know a little bit.”

“Can you look at it quick?”

“Sure.”

She asked if I remembered where it was in their house. I did. I went inside while she got the kids out of the pool. The computer was a 2001-ish Compaq. It was covered by a thin layer of dust and the hard drive whined when you did anything. The computer was slow and they had three adware toolbars installed in IE6. Using the mouse, I messed with the drivers until I managed to get the keyboard to respond again.

Stacey was messing with the kids in the kitchen, they had just come in from the pool. “Any luck?”

“I think so.”

I was standing shirtless in their living room, just wearing gym shorts, and covered in sweat. She came up behind me and put her arm around my back. I jumped at the surprise.

“Any luck?” She asked, standing next to me with her arm around me. I looked over. She seemed to arch her back and present her tits towards me. She was probably eight inches short than me, I saw ample cleavage. My body shivered. My penis tingled.

“Yeah I think I got it,” trying to force my voice an octave lower.

“Great. Take this.”

She held out a folded out $20.

“Stacey, I can’t. I just messed with the settings it wasn’t worth $20.”

“You help us so much, please Jon.”

“I can’t, I really have to refuse. We’ll call it a free benefit of the lawn cutting.”

“Great. Good service.” She winked and shoved the $20 in the cleavage of her swimsuit. My hand watched her eyes and she watched my eyes.

“Well I better go.”

“Thanks again Jon.”

The only running I did after that was straight home to jerk off.

We had few days of rain, the grass grew like a weed. Then it became oppressively humid. I was saving up for a Motorola RAZR (remember those?) before college so I was hitting up all my lawn mowing clients hard asking if they needed their lawn cut. Almost all said yes. I called Stacey.

“Hey, it’s Jon.”

“Hey Jon.” her voice was soft and sultry. Something had changed between us.

“Do you need your lawn cut? Most of my yards are pretty long.”

“Ah yes, we do need it. When can you come by?”

“Probably tomorrow afternoon.”

“I can’t wait.”

After almost two whole days of cutting lawns in extreme humidity, I arrived at their house. The untamed grass rose up around the sidewalk. I got the and started the mower. She waved to me from the window. I waved back. It was hot. I cut their lawn in almost a daze. She invited me in when I was done for water and I accepted, just to escape to oppressive heat. She took me into the kitchen where I guzzled a glass of water. As my brain refocused I got a glimpse at what she was wearing. She was wearing blue summer shorts with a white tank top, no bra. Her big soft heavy natural tits sagged against the tank top. Big pink nipples pointed at me.

My cock buzzed. I stared as long as I could before looking back at her. She was gazing at my eyes.

“You’re so sweaty. Do you want to take a shower?

My heart beat in my chest. I didn’t know what to do.

“Sure.”

She showed me to the fourth bedroom, a guest room. It had simple basic furniture, a queen bed on a basic bedframe with plain white sheets. There was a small bathroom attached with a toilet and shower stall.

“Go rinse off. I’ll bring you some of my husband’s gym shorts you can borrow.”

I headed into the bathroom and closed the door. Was this really happening? Was the mom down the street trying to fuck me? Was she waiting for me to make a move? I stripped off and got into the shower. I rinsed off. I scrubbed my cock and balls in case the best case scenario happened. I was horny as fuck, I wanted to jerk off right there imagining nailing her in the shower, but didn’t.

I expected/hoped she would come in the bathroom with me but she didn’t. I got out of the shower and toweled off. No sign of these promised clean gym shorts, so I stuck my head out the bathroom door.

She was laying in the guest bed with the comforter around her neck.

“Oh sorry” I ducked back in the bathroom.

“Jon?” She called.

I stuck my head out again.

“Come here,” she said softly.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out.

“Get into bed with me.”

I hesitated.

“It’s okay… please.”

My heart was pounding out of my chest. I walked around to the other side of the bed and dropped my towel. Her eyes skimmed my naked body. I have a pretty thick cock. I was half-hard. I pulled the comforter back and climbed in. Briefly under the covers I could see she was naked. My runner’s heart, my cardiovascular system conditioned for endurance runs, my heart was pounding so fast I thought I’d explode.

“Come closer. I don’t bite.”

I scooted towards her. Our thighs touched. Her skin was warm and soft.

“I saw you looking at me. My body.”

I nodded and answered with an mhmm.

“You like my body?” she asked.

“What’s not-” I cleared a frog in my throat “what’s not to like?”

She put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me in. My dick slid against her thighs. I was fully hard and my dick was throbbing with warm blood.

“I like your body. I see you running without a shirt. I think about you.” Her free hand traced my chest. It went down to my groin. Her fingers gently ran down my big throbbing cock. Her face went flush and she grinned. “Do you think about me?”

I nodded, remembering the times I jerked off my fat cock, especially after the swimming suit incident.

“You’re 18?” She asked.

“Yeah. I turn 19 in October.”

“You want to have some fun?”

I nodded.

“We can have some fun. It’ll be our secret. No one needs to know. No parents. No husbands. Just us.” Her breath was getting shorter. ” Just our little secret.”

I nodded.

“Have you had sex before?”

“I’ve fooled-” cleared another frog. “I’ve fooled around with some girls my age.” It was the truth. A few blowjobs and fingerbangs with a girlfriend from the track team. Two awkward attempts at sex. We had broken up in the spring after we got into different colleges 1000 miles apart.

“I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

Her arm around my shoulders pulled me in. Our lips met. Her lips were soft and pillowy. We kissed passionately, our lips parted, our tongues mingled. Her free hand gently grabbed my cock. She started stroking with a soft fluid motion.

We kissed while my hand reached for her pussy. I touched her lips and she was soaking wet. She gasped when my finger tips touched her. I slide two fingers inside her. Her vagina was tight, clenched. They made room for my fingers. I curled my fingers up and started rubbing her g-spot.

“Oh my *gawwwwwd*” she moaned out of the corner of her mouth. “*Fuck.*”

I kept rubbing her g-spot with my finger tips while I sort of slid the rest of my fingers in and out of her. She clenched my dick harder. Her kissing got sloppier. She moaned in my mouth repeatedly.

“Fuck me. Now.” She ordered.

I climbed away, she rubbed her clit while I got in position. I put my hips inside her legs and put my fat cock up against her pussy and sunk it inside her. It took a second for her body to take it all in.

“*Fuuuucking shit.*” she said.

Her pussy was tight and soaking wet. I started thrusting, slamming her pussy with my fat young cock.

She dug her fingernails into my shoulder. Her pussy got tight around my cock. I grabbed her soft hips and-

“*Grhhhhhhh*” I moaned. I pulled my dick out of her like I was on fire. Immediately I shot a load on the sheets.

“What happened?” She asked.

“I came.”

“Oh.”

“I can get hard again.” I say, and start jerking my cock, soaking wet with her vaginal juices.

“No, Jon, my kids, we don’t have time.”

“But you didn’t-”

“Next time.”

“Are you sure?”

“C’mere.”

She pulled me down for a passionate kiss. Then whispered “That was the best I’ve had in years. I’ll call you tomorrow. Don’t come by when my husband’s here.”

She had left some gym shorts on the dresser. I got dressed and took my dirty clothes. I went down stairs. She came down in a white robe and kissed me again. I left.

My mind buzzed all night. I jerked off twice remembering the act. I rode my bike by her house at 8pm, hoping to see her, or maybe her husband would be gone. His truck was there. Lights were on but I couldn’t see anyone in the widows. I felt a pain of anger at husband, getting to sleep next to her, fuck her whenever he wanted. Maybe he wasn’t fucking her, that was why she needed me. A nice young dick to fuck her. Piece of shit, Greg. I hated her husband.

It seemed like years before the next morning. I got up at 7. Nothing from her. 8 and nothing. Maybe I came too fast and she didn’t want me. 9 and nothing. Fucking bitch. Who wants a slut cheating on her husband anyway?

9:15 the phone ran. I answered.

“Hello?”

“Come over. Front doors unlocked.”

“Okay.” My dick stirred just thinking about her.

“I’ll be in our bedroom.”

Our bedroom? I went over to her house and went in. She was laying in the guest bedroom wearing a long grey men’s t-shirt that went below her waist.

“Hey sexy boy toy.” She said.

I grinned. “Is that all I am to you?”

She smirked and bit her lower lip. “Yep. Boy toy with the big dick.” I undressed and climbed on top of her. We kissed. She stroked my dick. I squeezed those big soft boobs and she moaned at my touch.

She grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt and slide it up, revealing her pussy. She was trimmed, a light patch of brown hair just above her vagina. “Like going down?” She asked.

“Yes.” I said smiling.

“Get to work, boy toy.”

I dived in between her legs and smashed my face against her vagina. I stuck my tongue inside her and tried to reach her g-spot, unsuccessfully. She initially let out a moan but then grabbed my shoulder. “Jon, no, no, stop.”

I pulled away. She spread her lips with one hand and gently rubbed her clit with the other. “Lick here,” she suggested. I nodded and dived in. My tongue met her clit. I gently started lapping her up.

“Yeah, like that- *oh fuckkkkk yes baby yes.*”

I started licking her faster, making little tiny circles on her clit. I put two fingers inside her and started rubbing her g-spot. She moaned. She pinched her tits through the t-shirt. Her hips rocked against my face. “Look at you eat that pussy.” I looked up, she was watching me.

“Right like that. Don’t stop.” I started licking faster. She threw her head back. “You make me wanna scrram. Don’t- *fuck*”. I went fast as I could flicking my tongue tip on her clit like a boxer hitting a speed bag. Her hips were rocking against my face, her pelvic bone coming close to slamming into my nose. Her pussy got tight around my fingers, so tight it almost hurt.

She grabbed my hair and yanked me towards her. “Don’t you fucking stop.” I took a breath out the side of my mouth and she jerked my hair again. “Fucking choke on that pussy.”

She moaned and grinded on my face. I licked and licked. Vaginal fluids were pouring into my mouth. She ached her back. She came. Her pussy twitched on my fingers. I kept licking her with the tip of my tongue. Finally she yelled and roughly shoved my forehead. I stopped. My jaw and chin were soaked with her fluids.

She was covered in sweat and out of breath. The grey t-shirt looked like she had jumped in a pool. “*Fuck.*” was all she could muster. I laid on the bed next to her and jerked my cock. “I came like five times. It was like fireworks.” I grinned. “Looks like you’re a keeper,” she said. We laid there a second while she caught her breath.

She saw my dick and put one hand on my chest to brace herself and bend over to take it in her mouth. She sucked the tip, lowering her mouth on it, teasing the ridge of my head with her tongue, while her free hand stroked my shaft, grabbed my balls.

My big throbbing cock was fully erect and she pulled away. She stripped off the t-shirt. She straddled me and leaned in to kiss me. “You smell like pussy,” she said.

“I wonder why,” I said.

She grinned. She got up and lowered herself on my cock, after both of our hands tried to line everything up. She lowered herself down my shaft. Her pussy was wet and smooth after cumming. She put hands on my chest to brace herself while her big soft hips rode my cock. She looked down on me longingly. I grabbed her heavy soft tits, she leaned in to me. I put my hands around her, on her back and sucked on them. She let out a moan, I felt her pussy twitch. She rode me faster and faster. I grabbed her hips and guided her. She kept moaning and said she was going to cum again. I grabbed a handful of breast, took her nipple in my mouth and sucked on it, gently biting. She let out a quick scream and pushed her hips down on me, taking in all my dick. She grinded her hips against me as she came again. She laid down on top of me, out of breath. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting from the bottom. She kissed my cheek. “Cum for me.” She whispered softly. I went faster and faster. She gently rubbed her body, her tits up on my body as she laid on me. Her hand traced the outline of my abs.

“I’m going to cum. Get off, get off.”

She dove off of me. She went to lean in to suck me off but I came before she could. Most of my cum landed on the bedsheets or myself. Some got on her back.

She got up and put her white bathrobe on. “I came like six times,” she said.

“Usually you don’t?” I asked, referring to whatever she did with her husband, gently prying for more information.

She paused. “No. No way.” She said, and that was all she offered. I cleaned up in the shower and got dressed. We said our goodbyes with tongue in the kitchen and I was off.

That was how our affair went for most of the summer. She got a neighbor girl to take the kids for a few hours (“mommy’s break”). She’d call, and I’d come over. She always needed her pussy licked. Sometimes she’d suck my dick, usually just to get me hard enough for sex, but occasionally she’d blow me to completion, then we’d fuck.

I still mowed her lawn. Once she called me when her husband was there to see if I could fix the DirecTV box (I couldn’t). She bought me things. She got me some clothes from Old Navy (lol) she thought I’d look good in. I bought her a cheap Walmart necklace with my lawn mowing money. She would wear it while we were together. I noticed it was gone when her husband was there.

How it ended, I got clingy. She once said, “I love your cock” in the heat of the moment. And I said “I love you,” in return. That really killed a lot of her enthusiasm. My college was two hours away by car. I asked if she maybe had wanted to come to my dorm a few times a week. She said she’d have to see, it’d be hard with kids.

Night before I moved into a dorm, she told me to meet her at the Sears parking lot a few miles away. I ran over there. She was in her car alone, parked as far away from everyone else as she could be. She was wearing the necklace. She said she didn’t have much time, her husband was home alone with the kids. She gave me a small wrapped box. I opened it. It was a Mont Blanc pen. It was for college. She told me to study hard and not spend all my time smoking weed or chasing girls. I said wasn’t interested in college girls. She said I should be. I said I liked her. She asked if I thought she was sexy. I said she knew the answer to that and kissed her neck. She moaned softly and grabbed my dick through my pants. I said we should go in the backseat. She said no. Someone would see. She said good luck. I said I’d call her when I visited my parents on the weekend. We could get a hotel or something. She said “Sure.”

Second weekend of college, I went home. I called her, she said answered and said the lawn didn’t need to be cut, maybe next weekend. The following weekend I called and she didn’t answer. I had skipped plans with new friends to be there. My parents were boring, I wanted Stacey.

So I stopped trying. Hung out at college. Having fucked an older woman gave me a lot of confidence. I did pretty well at school with girls. Had a long term relationship with a skinny brunette named Liz. Briefly was engaged to her after college. When I would visit my parents, I’d see Stacey and Greg’s cars in the driveway, but never them. Never her. Eventually the cars were gone. My parents said “Oh them, yeah they moved.”

Good bye, Stacey.

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