The MILF Next Door... Some More!

byilikeithot6308©

So, Ronnie found his perfect MILF across the street. What's next?

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When I woke up, it was after noon on Sunday, day 1, A.E. (that's After Emma, in case you're wondering). I was a train wreck, physically worn out by last night, and stumbling around the house like a drunken sailor, despite the fact that there was no alcohol involved, whatsoever.

That shouldn't be construed as not being intoxicated, however. I'll admit, I was totally and completely under the influence of Emma. Not love. That would be idiotic. Emotions of that sort were not welcome, and she had made that abundantly clear.

No, I wasn't in love with her after one night together. Lust was another matter entirely. If you're a guy, you know the feeling I mean. Especially married or committed guys. The feeling you get inside when you see an exceptionally attractive woman. One so blatantly sexy and hot it makes you take a second, third and fourth look, and take a deep breath. One that makes your dick react so fast you don't even realize you're hard, until you walk away. A woman that makes you start a sentence with "if I wasn't married..."

Well, I'm not married, so I don't have to talk like that. I can act on those feelings, when the situation allows, which it wouldn't do for a week, at least. I was on forced withdrawal, and it felt terrible.

Mom was still pretty cold when I saw her, but Dad seemed a little more civil than he had last night. Perhaps he was putting himself in my place, as a young man with a young man's urges.

If he only knew.

So, grounded as I was, I wasn't allowed out, or to shoot hoops with Amy. Normally, I think that would have also meant no internet, but that's getting pretty hard to enforce these days. If my parents knew what I'd been up to on the website, I'm sure they would have confiscated my computer, tablet and phone.

If they knew what I was doing last night, and who I was doing it with, I'm sure I'd be grounded for life, however short that life may have been.

Anyway, after I scrounged something to eat and had a shower, I was feeling semi-human. Part of me was a little concerned about keeping up with Emma, stamina wise. I'd never been with a woman who had her appetite, and had konked out on her after only six hours.

Yeah. Only six.

That was our total time together, mind you. Counting the first hour of fun, the explosion of drama in the middle, and the exhausting marathon session that followed, I blew four loads of cum in her, on her, and down her throat. She came more times than I could count, but seemed to never slow down. I finally just decided not to worry about it. Maybe the emotional stress of worrying about the night in advance had worn me down.

I logged on, and checked my messages, finding more evidence that she was part Eveready Bunny. While I was passed out, she was bouncing around like a rubber ball. There were several messages, beginning about seven in the morning.

Hey Naughty. How are you this morning?

You still asleep?

Oh my god! Did I kill you? Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead.

Mmmmm. Just watched your video again. Got me so hot I had to use my vibrator. When you wake up, check for messages.

I'm sure you think I've lost my mind. I just realized that I messaged you, and told you to check your messages, which you wouldn't get if you didn't check your messages. I'm all fucked up.

Amy just came home, and told me you are grounded for a week. I'm sorry, honey. Didn't mean to get you in trouble. It was a lot of fun, though, wasn't it?

I laughed. Yes, it was a lot of fun. In the bed, the bathroom, and on the floor, with me on top, her on top, and from behind. Even the brief attempt at standing, which was more athletic than either of us could handle at that point. I responded.

Angel, my dear, don't worry about it. I'm sure I can handle the punishment. Although, having to go a week without you, after getting a taste, must surely qualify as cruel and unusual. Are you going to wait for me to make parole?

I left the window open on my tablet, and did some mindless surfing, hoping for a response. I didn't wait long...

So I didn't kill you? Whew. I think I'll wait for you to get out, unless we can arrange a conjugal visit 😉 she sent.

Um, unlikely. That's kind of what got me busted in the first place. Good thing they don't know the whole story.

And no one ever will. Speaking of busted... Got a new picture for you, to help you pass the time. Do you want it? she teased.

Hell yeah! I replied.

What's the magic word? she asked.

Please? Pretty please? I capitulated.

Well, I suppose that will do. In this case, the magic word is BOOBIES! Check it out!

I clicked on the icon. It was another short video, this time showing all of her, from the top of her blonde mane to the tips of her cute toes. No need to hide anymore. She wasn't naked, instead clad in a white satin bustier, thong, garters, stockings and matching high heels. She did a twirl, giving me the 360 view, and stepped closer, giving me a good look at her big boobs bulging up in the cups that tried, but failed, to hold them in. She blew me a kiss, and waved, before the screen went black.

WOW! Nice outfit! For me?

For your eyes only, lover. At least until we can meet again, then you can use more than your eyes. Is it sexy enough for you? she sent.

Angel, anything looks good on you. Actually, nothing looks good, too. Wink, wink. Seriously though, thank you for last night. I had an incredible time.

I know. I was there. I even found some cum in my hair this morning. Thank god, I didn't bump into Amy before I found it. I haven't had that much fun in, oh... Ever! My pussy is still buzzing.

That's probably the vibrator. Did you forget to take it out? I giggled.

No, smart ass. This buzz is internal. You're a great fuck, honey. I'm going to like having you in my bed. Well, that's figurative. Not actually my bed. That would be a little more than I'm willing to risk.

I understand. I typed, hearing my mother pass in the hall. I should probably keep this short. Don't want the warden to cut off my communications. Thanks for the new video. Talk later?

I'll be here. Remember, stud... Use plenty of lube. Don't want that beautiful cock to be chafed when next we meet.

Roger that. I may take the day off anyway. For some reason, I'm a little weak today.

Really? I'm fresh as a daisy. Never better. she taunted. Bye for now.

"Fresh as a daisy," I muttered, laying on the bed. My balls ached, my legs were wobbly, and I was going to take a nap, but she was fresh as a daisy.

Not fair.

***

Monday morning, Amy was waiting for me at the end of her driveway, for the walk to school. She had a little grin on her face as we began the journey. It didn't take her long to get right to the point.

"So. Grounded, huh? What did you do, you bad boy?" she giggled, bumping me with her shoulder.

This was another part I hadn't fully thought through. Of course, I hadn't planned on getting grounded, and having to cover for Amy. That had really made things harder than they needed to be.

"Come on, tell me," she prodded. "It can't be that bad, if you only got a week."

Well, sure. Let's see. What did I do? First, I saw your mother naked. I fingered her, licked her, sucked her tits. Oh yeah... she sucked my dick, and swallowed a load of my cum. Then I fucked her. That was almost it, but then she decided she wanted more, so we fucked each other all over the hotel room all night, lost track of time, and I ended up missing my curfew by two hours. Your mom is a really hot fuck, Amy.

I glanced over at her, and she was still waiting for a reply, wearing her usual pleasant expression, so I obviously hadn't actually voiced all of that. Probably best not to. Plan B. Lie of omission.

"I was out too late Saturday night. Blew my deadline by two hours," I grumbled, hoping she'd let it drop. No such luck.

"Two hours? Wow! Way to bust the tape, buddy," she laughed." My Mom would have the cops out, searching for my body after two hours. So, where were you?"

Oh shit. Could you just, for once, not be so nosey? Plan C. Make shit up.

"Oh, just out with a few guys, looking for chicks. Friends of a friend. I don't think you know any of them," I smiled. There. That should be suitably nebulous.

"Looking for chicks?" she giggled, adjusting her books, and making her chest more accessible for viewing. Maybe it was a subconscious offer. "Did you find any?"

"Um, yeah. I guess so," I nodded, walking the tightrope. Watch your step.

"Is she pretty?" Amy asked. Was that jealousy? Just what I didn't need. Another complication.

"Yeah, I suppose. A little older than us. Nothing serious, though," I answered.

Amy was silent for a few seconds, then laughed.

"An older woman? Way to go! You dog!" she chuckled, apparently satisfied with the story.

"Amy, this is just between us, right?" I reminded her. "I don't need it spread all over the school. I'm serious. No gossiping. You promise?"

"Oh, fine," she sighed, pouting for effect. "Party pooper! I'll keep my mouth shut. I promise." She crossed her heart, or her delicious left breast, depending on your point of view.

And I knew she would. We had trusted each other with secrets before, and she had kept things confidential. She'd better keep this one.

The day at school went about as slowly as any day ever had. If time flies when you're having fun... and my personal experience on Saturday night would seem to confirm that cliché... then it surely drags when you're not so pleasurably occupied. Not that school was any worse than usual. At least I had some social contact for a few hours, and Amy was there beside me for most of it.

It's just that my vista of life had expanded somewhat. Previously, contact with my friends had been on the high end of the scale. I was always on the lookout for a hot girl to ask out, or hoping that Amy would finally say yes.

Now, I had visited the mountaintop. Maybe that should be 'mountaintops', given Emma's FF-cup wonders. With memories of her body so fresh in my head, school had lost some of its luster, and slipped considerably down the list.

I waited for Amy after classes, for our walk home. I wasn't anxious to have her drill me for more information, but I was even less anxious to be sequestered in my cell at home, so I waited patiently.

"Hi, Dawg," she giggled, on her approach. I just rolled my eyes, and started to walk quietly. "You'll be happy to know that your secret remains safe. I told no one, although I really, really wanted to," she added, bumping me with her hip.

"Thank you, Amy," I replied softly. "I appreciate your restraint."

"I'd really love to hear more about this mystery woman," she smiled, "like whether or not you got lucky, but I'm sure you'd swear me to silence about that, too. I'm have enough trouble keeping my mouth shut about what I already know, so perhaps it's best you not tell me."

Yes, perhaps it's best. You really don't want to know the truth. Trust me on that.

"Good plan," I laughed, and we shifted to normal subjects of conversation. Much safer for both of us that way.

At home, I went straight to my room, and laid down for a little nap. I was feeling exhausted, but it was more emotional than physical. Like a boxer, throwing punches that don't land, but wear him out anyway, I had been trying to hold back my exuberance about Emma. I wanted more of her, much more, but I knew I was not going to get it this week. The tug-of-war my urges had me in the middle of was very tiring.

Emma was in my dreams, even during that short span of sleep, and I woke up with a stiffness in my crotch. I briefly considered taking matters into my own hands, but it was still too early in the day, and Mom might drop in unexpectedly.

I decided to kill some time, surfing around the web, hoping Emma would go online too, so we could talk. Ask, and ye shall receive.

Yoohoo? Naughty? Are you there?

I am. Only five days to go. How was your day? I answered.

Pretty quiet. No clients today. Yours? she replied.

Also quiet. No messages from you :-(

Well, no... Now that I know where you are, and what classes you're in, I decided to cool it with the texts and pics while you're at school. Safer. she typed.

I'm not in class now. Got anything for me? I probed.

Hmmmm... Let me see... Have you been good today? Or have you been... Naughty? she sent.

I guess that depends on your point of view. I've been good, but I'd really like to be naughty. Will you be naughty with me? I sent back, feeling my dick swell in anticipation.

Oh honey, you know how I'd love to do just that. I'm becoming quite obsessed with that big, beautiful cock of yours. I'd almost forgotten how much fun sex was. Thanks for reminding me. As a reward, I'm sure I can come up with something you might like. Check back a little later.

Will do. I answered, and closed the browser, mere moments before Mom knocked on my door, and called me to dinner.

Things at the table were pretty normal. Both my parents had calmed down, and since I had accepted my punishment without making a fuss, they were treating me with civility.

"Thank you for not arguing about getting grounded," Mom said. "I hope you understand we're only doing this because we care about you, and your safety. You had us both pretty worried that night. It was very unusual for you to miss your curfew."

"Yeah, bud," Dad added. "Don't take it personally. It's only because we love you. If we didn't care, it wouldn't matter."

"I understand," I nodded. There was nothing to gain from fighting it. The best thing I could do was just let it slide, and get it over with. Only a few days to go, I was feeling like a kid before Christmas, who knew exactly what gift was waiting under the tree. No curiosity, just pure anticipation of the fun to come... or to 'cum'.

After dinner, I went back to my room without a word. Emma / Angel had promised me something of a reward, and I wondered what she had come up with. There, in my inbox, was a fresh, unopened message. I clicked it, and then the attachment as well. Another video, it opened with a dark screen.

It didn't stay dark, however, and soon the screen was filled with a view of Emma's pussy, pouting open, and very, very wet. A buzzing noise began, and the tip of a vibrator moved into frame, teasing that moist opening apart and sliding inside. For several minutes, that vibrator plunged in and out slowly, until a fingertip joined in. The finger didn't go after her clit, as expected, but instead began to dally at her service entrance, spreading excess juices over the tight little ring. I watched the finger pluck the rim, and gasped as it wormed its way into her asshole, while the vibrator continued to probe her pussy.

As if that wasn't hot enough, she pulled the finger out, and after a brief absence, that hand came back... Holding a long, slender vibe.

"Oh god, Emma! You're not?" I moaned, feeling my cock twitch in need of release. I unzipped, and pulled it out, while my eyes widened in disbelief. The tip of the slender vibrator circled her ass, then pressed in. I heard her moan deeply.

My cock throbbed. First the satin bustier, now an anal tease. I was going to need to finish this myself. I stroked my shaft firmly. On the screen, the skinny probe was almost halfway up her butt, and she was groaning repeatedly.

"Oh Naughty, I'm gonna cum, honey. You have no idea how good this feels," she whispered. "Fuck! Here it c..."

Her body shook, as she came. My cock wanted so much to take the place of one of those buzzing, plastic appliances, but that wasn't going to happen tonight. My hand was a blur. Ah, there it is.

I stood up, and aimed at my desk top. Cleaning it was easier than cleaning the floor. My cock squirted, over and over, while I bit my tongue and tried to be silent. I was mostly successful, and flopped down in my chair as the final spasm passed.

My head was tilted back, and my eyes closed, when I suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs, coming up.

"Fuck!" I cursed softly, stuffing my dick back into my pants hurriedly. On my desk, a puddle of semen sat, spreading slowly. By absolute luck, it had all landed in the same area, and not in a wider, shotgun pattern. I sopped it up quickly with a handful of tissues, but my terror faded as the footsteps went past in the hallway.

I disposed of the tissues, opened the window to air out the room, and did another wipe of the desk, then laid down on my bed, feeling the euphoria of orgasm and adrenaline of fear wane at the same time. In some ways, it felt like that first night with Emma, as I had certainly been fearful then.

I picked up my tablet and sent her a message.

Emma, that was amazing. I'm much more relaxed now. Thank you.

Seconds later, she responded.

I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about. Who's Emma?

Oops! Please excuse my slip, Angel. Blood left brain for penis, hasn't returned yet, I typed.

I understand. Feeling the same way, myself. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I certainly did. I'd like to do it again with you. You get first choice of entrances, and the vibrator gets the other. I think you might find it fun.

I think you're probably right. Counting the days. I replied.

***

The rest of my incarceration passed without incident. Amy stopped pressing for information about the mysterious older woman, and kept her mouth shut about the few things she did know. It was all fiction, anyway, but giving her a secret to keep made her happy, and saved both her Mother and me from her anger.

Friday afternoon, when I came home from school, Mom was waiting for me. She had her arms crossed over her chest, looking stern, but not angry. I wondered what I could possibly have done to make things worse.

"Ronnie," Mom began, "Please sit down."

"Um, okay Mom," I nodded, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "What's wrong?"

"Your Father and I have been talking about your punishment," she said, "and we've decided to adjust it a bit. What you did was very frightening for me, honey, and I want you to know that."

"I understand, Mom. I'm sorry. I just lost track of time, but that's no excuse," I replied, already planning for a longer sentence. "How much more time am I getting?"

"Well, as I said, we've been talking," she smiled, "and we've decided to let you out early, for good behaviour. You'll still have to do extra jobs around the house, but we feel you've learned your lesson. You are free."

Inside, I was doing cartwheels, and my cock was screaming that I needed to tell Emma. Outwardly, I gave it my best poker face, and accepted the news with a simple smile, and a thank you.

I opened my phone, and sent a message to Amy, informing her of my new situation. She replied that she'd be over in five minutes. I was glad to have her to kill some time with, at least until more pleasurable activities were arranged.

So, outside I went, basketball in hand, enjoying the sunshine. In no time, I saw Amy crossing the street, looking her usual athletically sexy self, with her young, round boobs jiggling as she walked. I passed her the ball.

"Out early, huh?" she smiled, dribbling around me. "I suppose that means you're going out with your lady friend tonight? Or just hunting for new chicks?"

I watched her, unsure of how to respond. Finally, I just spoke my heart.

"Amy, I've asked you out a hundred times, and you always say 'no'. I think that means you've given up your right to pry into my love life," I told her.

"Okay, okay. Jeez, you don't have to get all serious," she giggled. "I was just asking. Besides, who's to say I wouldn't say 'yes' if you asked again?"

"Really? You would?" I smiled.

"No," she laughed, and faked me out of my socks, bouncing past me for a lay-up. "But keep asking. Maybe someday, you'll get lucky."

"Bitch!" I snarled.

"Yup, but I'm winning," she snickered, sinking another jump shot, which drew my eyes to her chest again. She really did know how to string me along.

If only she knew what I was planning to do with her mother, she might not be so smug.

Speaking of Amy's mother, that familiar honk as her car passed told me she was home. It also told me she'd see I was on early parole. I anticipated a message when I went back inside. For now, though, I'd enjoy letting Amy beat me in basketball, while watching her tits wobble in her bra, picturing Emma's doing the same.

It was good to be free.

***

There was, indeed, a message waiting when I got inside. She was eager to get together again. No emotional attachment, as we had discussed, but since neither of us had anything... or anyone... better to do, it was unlikely that we would move on until one of us wanted more than the other could give.

Hey stud... I see you outside. Does that mean what I hope it means?

Yes it does. Out on good behaviour. I sent in response.

Good behaviour? Well, we'll see how long that lasts, because I'm feeling very, very bad. I want my Naughty boy to meet me. Shall we say seven, at our place? I'll bring surprises.

Sold! I typed.

Mmmmm, you are so gonna get fucked, honey.

See you there, Angel.

With that, I was set. Only tonight, I'd be watching the clock a little more closely. I had no wish to experience another bout of Emma-interruptus.

***

At the appropriate time, I left the house. It was two buses for me to get to the motel, and took me longer, so I wasn't surprised her car was still in the driveway. She'd pass me along the way, and be waiting when I got there, hopefully dressed in something interesting, like the bustier, or some similar sexy outfit. I was daydreaming about her body, and missed my stop, so I had to walk back two blocks.

I knocked on the door.

"Come in," I heard from inside, in her throaty purr.

Turning the handle, I entered. The room was dark, other than the dim bathroom light. She was playing my game back at me.

"This feels familiar," I laughed, looking around for her as I closed the door. The shadows were very deep, and when she materialized out of the darkness, it took my breath away. "Oh, Emma... My god, you're gorgeous!"

She was wearing black lace lingerie. I believe they would call it a 'merry widow' or a corset of some sort, along with black fishnet stockings, and high heels. She smiled at me and licked her lips.

"Thank you, Ronnie," she nodded. "I'm glad you like it, and I'm so very happy that you're here tonight, with me. I've been thinking about you all week."

"You've been on my mind, too," I smiled, stepping closer. Her usually impeccable blonde mane was teased into a sexy tangle. She looked so hot, with her big breasts bulging upward in the cups of the corset. It made her cleavage even more spectacular, and I rubbed my face into the soft crease.

"Mmmmm, that's my naughty boy," she moaned, pulling my face deeper into her bosom. "I hope you ate a good dinner, because you're going to be busy."

"Making me do all the work?" I asked, lifting my face out of her cleavage. She kissed me, then replied.

"Not all of it," she smiled, caressing my cheek. "In fact, I'm planning on getting things started, but I do like the way you fuck me. That big cock feels so good when you hammer it into me."

We were perfectly matched. I was a young guy, and was ready to fuck any woman who'd hold still long enough. She was a mature, highly sexed, exceptionally beautiful woman, who was coming off her husband cheating on her. She didn't want love, she just wanted to feel wanted, on a purely physical basis.

We might just kill each other, but we'd both die with smiles on our faces.

She steered me toward the bed, and began to unbuckle my pants. Her hands worked their magic, and I was soon naked below the waist.

"Wow!" she giggled, stroking my cock to hardness. "I think it grew during the week. I swear it's bigger."

"Why don't you try it in your mouth?" I suggested. "See if it still fits there."

"Gee, why didn't I think of that?" she laughed, slapping it across her tongue. "Mmmmm. Here goes nothing."

Emma Coleman is sucking my cock, I grinned. My sexy neighbour, mother of my best friend and possible girlfriend, is squatting on her heels, with her huge tits bulging out of her corset, and sucking my cock with great delight. One of the city's best known real estate agents, whose face was on bus benches all over town, was using her luscious mouth to pleasure my dick.

And very pleasurable it was. Emma's mouth was wide enough to allow my thick shaft to enter without struggle, and she was slurping away on me like I was a stick of candy. She was moaning softly, bobbing her head with long, slow strokes that managed to swallow almost all of my manhood, leaving only a few inches for her hand to take care of.

I watched her for a while. It was a very erotic sight, with her massive breasts quivering in the background, and her red-painted lips stretched in a snug ring around the girth of my penis. Saliva glistened in the dim light, running down my shaft to my balls. I finally laid back, and just closed my eyes, letting the sensations of her lips, tongue and sucking mouth wash over me. She was really good at it.

Her pace picked up a little, and her moans grew louder, while her free hand caressed my testicles. A fingertip pressed tight across my perineum, occasionally brushing over my asshole. It was clear she was planning this to be a blowjob to completion, not just a warmup. Since I hadn't cum in two days, I was all for it. I grunted, and she tilted her head back, making eye contact through her tousled hair.

"Does my bad boy want to cum?" she asked, stroking my spit-soaked flesh with her hand. "Do you want to shoot that hot cum in Amy's mother's mouth, huh?"

"Mmmmm, yes, I do," I smiled, flexing my cock in her grasp. "I want you to suck my cock in your dirty, nasty mouth, until I spurt down your throat."

"I'm old enough to be your mother, young man. Show me some respect, please," she giggled.

"Oh, I respect you, Mrs. Coleman," I smiled back. "You're a filthy slut, with those fucking huge tits hanging out, and your lips tight around my cock, begging for my cum... But I still respect you."

"That's better!" she nodded. "Now, don't hold back, stud. Let Mrs. Coleman suck you, until you cum. I'm going to swallow every drop of your young sperm."

Apparently, in the intervening week of our separation, she had grown to accept the M in MILF, and was playing the mature role happily. Why not? She really was old enough to be my mother, so a relationship that encompassed more than just sex for the sake of sex was an extremely remote possibility. We were here, in our motel room, to fuck and suck each other to as many orgasms as we could before my curfew expired. Pure physical pleasure. End of sentence.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped, grabbing her hair with both hands. I pulled her face closer, stroking into her mouth with my hips. "Yes. I'm gonna fuck your mouth, and cum down your throat. Suck it, you slut! Suck my cock! Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Yeah, here it cums! Get ready to swallow! Here... It... CUMS!"

I bellowed loudly, and gushed into her mouth, while she gagged, gulped and groaned, taking her reward with delight. She sucked up my whole load, and as promised, swallowed it all. Her eyes were moist as she pulled away.

"I hope that wasn't too rough," I said gently. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"A bit too deep," she coughed, "but not at all a complaint. I like it a bit on the rough side," she smiled, sliding up onto the bed beside me. "And as for the names? Call me anything you want. I know we're just playing here. You've never shown me anything but respect."

"Will do," I smiled, taking her under my arm. We cuddled together, and I caressed the pillowy curves of her breasts.

"While we're on a break," she said, patting my chest, "I've been thinking about how and where we can continue this little mutual fuck-fest. I'm not sure we should push our luck here too much more. I just noticed... I have a bus shelter ad just a block away, on the other side of the street. I don't need to get recognized."

"No. We don't want that. Certainly, my place is out, for obvious reasons," I replied.

"And mine is out, for Amy reasons," she agreed. "We can use my car, in a pinch. It might actually be fun, especially if we can find a place of relative safety. I'd love to feel the cool night air on my naked body, while you pound me to orgasm on the hood of the car. It's very slutty. That's what turns me on about it."

"Sounds like a great idea," I answered. I kissed her again. "Where else? We could go out of town?"

"I think I have the best solution, but it will require a bit of flexibility. It will be very spontaneous, if you're up to it," she smiled.

"I put myself in your hands," I smiled, fully intending the innuendo.

"And I put myself in yours," she giggled. "Your tongue, too. Hint, hint."

"At your service, my darling MILF," I nodded, as she arranged herself flat on her back, legs spread wide. I scuttled lower, bringing my face even with her satin covered pussy. I ran my fingers over the silky fabric, causing her to moan softly.

"I'm very wet," she sighed. "They untie on the sides."

I peeked around her hip, and found the bow, grabbing the loose tail with my teeth. One tug on that side, and another on the other, and the tiny panties were loose. I brushed them aside.

She was indeed very wet, and her labia were swollen and aroused, dripping with anticipation. She really did have a pretty pussy, and a nice big clit to suck on, which is exactly what I decided to do.

'Mmmmm, that's my boy," she whispered, reaching down to tangle her fingers in my hair. "Suck on Momma's clit. Make me cum, honey. Make my pussy gush on your face."

With my face between her thighs, a had smooth skin against my cheeks, but the garters and stockings of her sexy ensemble were over my shoulders. I had my hands resting up her sides, caressing the silky solid panels that bordered the black lace front of the corset. I could just reach far enough to grab her breasts, and they filled my hands to capacity.

I listened to Emma's sounds as I munched on her juicy cunt. Soft moans, little whimpers of delight, quivering whispers of encouragement, and shuddering, excited breathing... all were in her repertoire. My tongue sampled every bit of her inner smoothness, taking note of areas that seemed to be especially pleasing to her. Chief among those, of course, was her sensitive clitoris, and every time I ran my tongue over the pink bump of pleasure, she let me know I was on track.

"Mmmmm hmmm, you do know what I like, don't you baby," she purred. "Lick my pussy. Suck my clit. Make me scream."

Making her scream was a high priority for me, and not only because I wanted her to enjoy it. There was a selfish component to my plan as well. I knew that if she had fun, she'd want to have more fun, and in satisfying that desire, I'd have more fun. I didn't need to be in love with her for that.

So, my tongue went into overdrive, digging deep into her succulent, slippery folds, drawing out the delicious juices from within. Her clit took the brunt of my attention, bringing her ever closer to orgasm. Her body began to squirm, eager to reach nirvana, and she was happy to tell me all about it. Talking dirty can be so much fun.

"Oh yes, you dirty, dirty boy! What would your mother say, if she knew you were doing this... Eating your neighbour's pussy... A woman old enough to be your own mother?"

I assumed she wasn't really expecting a reply from me. First of all, I was busy eating said pussy. Second, how could I predict what my Mother would say? Third, I was about to give her something else to talk about.

I slipped two fingers inside her dripping gash. She moaned, and spread her legs wider still.

"Yeah, that's it. Finger fuck my cunt! Get me all ready for that big cock of yours," she purred.

Getting her ready was part of the reason for my probing fingers. I just didn't say what I was getting her ready for.

I left my fingers stirring the depths of her vagina, and pushed her leg back to her chest with my free hand, rolling her hips up off the bed, and giving me better access to her service entrance. She read the move, and helped, lifting the other leg as well, and holding them both tight to her abundant chest. She awaited the feel of my tongue. I didn't make her wait long.

My tongue slapped across the tart, puckered ring of her asshole, drawing a throaty giggle from her.

"I had a feeling you might be wanting some of my ass," she growled. "The video got to you, didn't it? Rim my asshole. Shove your tongue up there. I love anal."

I was no expert at this, and it had only crossed my mind once or twice, but she was right about the video. Seeing her pussy swallow one vibrator, while another disappeared slowly up her butt? Well, I for one remember the orgasm that followed as very enjoyable. Ever since then, I'd wanted to stick my cock up her ass. Call it a mini obsession.

My mind was wandering slightly while I licked her butt hole, adding 'anal fan' to the ever-growing list of things I didn't know about my neighbour just a couple of weeks ago.

I had lived across the street from them my whole life, and known Amy that long. I had played with her as a child, then grown to wish our play would take a different path, as her body blossomed into the frustratingly sexy one that currently tortured me on the basketball court every time we played. It had been my lack of success with her that had led me to the website in the first place, and eventually brought to my attention some facts about Emma that I had somehow missed.

I had never really noticed just how huge her chest was. I didn't know she had such a collection of nasty lingerie. I had no idea she would actually meet a stranger at a hotel room, just for a no-strings-attached night of sex. Didn't know she was such a wonderful cocksucker. Of course, knowing any of this in advance wouldn't have meant anything, if she knew that I knew. It was only chance and anonymity that brought us together. It just goes to show... You never know what is lurking inside someone, hidden by their outer facade. The most respectable, decent woman, mother of my best friend, turns out to be a total slut.

Even better, she turns out to be my slut. Talk about irony. Who would ever think of looking to your girlfriend's mother for relief of the frustration your girlfriend is causing?

Emma's moans brought me back to my task. Her ass was nearly as wet as her pussy now, thanks to my tongue, and I split my fingers into the classic Vulcan salute. Two went into her cunt, while the other two wormed through the tight ring of her sphincter.

"Oh, fuck, Ronnie! You really are naughty, aren't you? You're going to make me cum, you little bastard!" she gasped, as my fingers slid deeper.

Space was pretty cramped in the area of her cunt, but I was still just able to get my tongue on her clit. That did the trick.

No words this time from Emma, just a sudden clenching of her entire body, and a deep moan. She arched her back and twisted her body, dislodging my fingers and tongue. Rolling on her side, she twitched several times, breathing in sharp gasps. Her breasts fell out of the bustier cups, and quivered with her motions.

"Oh, fuck," she whispered when it passed. "That was better than the vibrators."

"Want me to fuck you now?" I asked, fully recovered.

"Why, you are a dear, aren't you?" she smiled, combing her hair with her fingers. "Hard again already, and eager to please. That's why I like younger men." She laid her head back on the pillow. "Just hold that thought for a moment, until the room stops spinning. Cuddle?"

Emma lifted her arm, and I snuggled tight into her side, getting a face-full of breast, which was still unconfined. Naturally, I nibbled the nipple.

"Mmmmm. Good boy," she purred. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Go right ahead," I sighed, returning to her breast.

"I suppose it's kind of a weird one, given recent events, but I'm curious," she added. I merely nodded and kept suckling. "What's your interest in Amy?"

I paused in mid suck, and turned my eyes toward her face.

"Huh?" I mumbled.

"Well, I know you two are great friends, and you've known each other for, like, forever," Emma continued. "My little girl is all grown up now..."

"I hadn't noticed," I giggled, rolling my eyes.

"Oh, yes you did," she smiled back. "I'm not blind, you know? I've seen the way you look at her, and I don't have to be her mother to see how beautiful she is. She's really built."

"You're really built," I replied, returning to her nipple.

"Well then, you know where she got it from," Emma laughed. "Seriously, you must be interested in her for more than a basketball partner, even one with nice bouncy boobs to distract you. I know she likes you, a lot."

"Are you really trying to fix me up with your daughter?" I laughed. "I thought we were here to look after each other's needs?"

"Yes, yes, we are, of course," she giggled, grabbing my stiff cock with one hand. "I want you to take this big thing, and shove it up my cunt. That's Emma Coleman, horny woman talking. Emma Coleman, Mother of Amy Coleman, is curious why you haven't asked her out?"

I laughed. She spread her legs wider, and made room for me to crawl on top of her, pointing my shaft at her wet slit. It found the opening, and my hips instinctively pushed, sliding my penis inside her.

"Oh, yes," she groaned, accepting the gift. Her legs wrapped my waist, pulling me inside. "So, um, why not?" she asked, not letting it go.

"Emma?" I moaned, resting my chest against her massive bust. "The truth is I've asked her out so many times, I've lost count. Hell, I started when we were, like, fourteen or so. She always says 'no'. If she's playing hard to get, she's overdoing it a bit."

"Hmmmm," she smiled, "I'll have to talk to her about that."

"Does that satisfy your motherly curiosity?" I asked, stroking into her pussy smoothly.

"Yes. Curiosity satisfied, for now," she groaned, enjoying my thick cock inside her. "Now satisfy me in other ways, stud."

I set to it, fucking her with deep, steady thrusts. Her chest wobbled against mine, a delicious feeling, but not enough to undo the distraction Emma had planted in my brain.

What about Amy? Certainly, Emma was more than enough to meet my physical needs, but eventually, it would have to end. Even I knew sex without love was not enough to last. What if Amy finally said yes? Deep down, I still wanted her to, and my interest in her was more than just physical. If anything, getting to fuck her mother had only made that point more abundantly clear. Would I fuck them both? Could I fuck them both?

I continued to mull those thoughts over, in the back of my brain, while I pounded Emma into the mattress. She came, over, and over again, screaming her bliss, until I finally emptied my seed inside her pussy.

While not as prolonged as our first time together, I think we were both happy with the result, and since I was going to be home on time, my parents wouldn't need to ground me again.

It wouldn't be another week before we met up again for sex. Of that I was certain.

***

My phone buzzed, with a text from Emma. She was listed in my contacts under her code name, Angel, and we had an agreement to delete each other's texts every night, just to be safe. I read the display.

Ready to be spontaneous? 1839 Wilson Terrace 7pm. Don't be late. Time limited.

We were in our last week of school, and I would soon be totally free to meet her wherever, whenever, but tonight was the first of these cryptic rendezvous. I had no idea what was at the address given, but only a couple of hours to wait.

"Who's that? Angel?" Amy giggled, fighting my best attempts to shield the screen from her eyes. "Is that your older girlfriend?"

I turned the screen off, and put it in my pocket, thankful we had planned ahead for such prying eyes. If it had said 'Emma', I'm certain I would have had some serious explaining to do, and the walk home would have been much less pleasant.

Why, yes Amy, that is my girlfriend. I'm going to meet her, and we're going to fuck each other into oblivion. You mean you didn't know your Mother had such an appetite for sex? I've been fucking her for a while, now. She's really, quite good.

I looked over at Amy, who was waiting for my answer with a mischievous grin on her face. She wasn't going to give up her bone.

"Fine," I relented, rolling my eyes in angst. "Yes, Angel is my girlfriend. Happy now?"

"Not really," she pouted, ever the drama queen. "I thought I was supposed to be the centre of your universe. You haven't asked me out for a week. I'm starting to think Angel is taking you away from me."

She was kidding, of course. Well, as much as any young woman kids about competition entering her sphere of influence. It was a game we had been playing for several years. She pretended she didn't want my attention, and always said 'no' when I asked her out. I pretended I hadn't been totally smitten with her since I first laid eyes on her. As games go, this one kind of sucked, in my opinion.

Although, it had been sucking a little less of late, since Emma had been sucking me more. Funny how that works.

"Amy, will you go out with me tonight?" I asked, since it was my turn in the game.

"No," she smiled, adjusting her books to push her breasts higher, and make me feel the pain.

"Until next week, then?" I laughed.

"That's right," she giggled, as we approached her house. "Basketball?"

"Not tonight," I told her. "I have a date."

"Oh, right. I almost forgot," she replied, turning into her driveway.

With my back to her, I didn't see the look on her face.

The game was changing, even for her.

***

Since I promised to be back early tonight, Dad had lent me the car, so getting to 1839 Wilson Terrace was easier. Getting there, yes. Understanding? Not so much.

It was a neighbourhood. Just houses, as far as the eye could see, and one with a 'For Sale' sign on the lawn. It had a familiar name on it. I sat in the car, wondering what I was supposed to do, and watching the house.

Emma came out, along with a couple, presumably those she had been showing the house to. I was beginning to understand.

The prospective buyers walked to their car, and left, while Emma stopped at the front door. I saw her put her phone to her ear.

My phone buzzed.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Since I assume you're here, waiting, I suggest you get your ass in the house," Emma purred. "We only have two hours until the owners come back."

"On my way," I laughed, scrambling out of the car.

She was waiting for me, just outside the open door, and ushered me in quietly. She held a hand up, keeping me at bay until the door was closed, then leaned back against it.

"This is so, so naughty," she grinned. "I got the idea watching TV. Remember Breaking Bad?"

I did, and now I understood completely. It really was naughty, but we weren't going to be cooking meth in the house while the owners were away.

We were only going to have sex here. And there, there and there. We'd even be sure not to leave a mess, and I'd be gone long before the occupants returned, to discuss the impending sale of their home with the town's hottest and best known real estate agent.

The same agent who was looking at me hungrily, right now, and unbuttoning her blouse.

"Just wait until you see the master bedroom, here," she growled, caressing my cheek, on her way past, heading toward the stairs. "It's a real selling point."

To my way of thinking, the real selling point right now was that we were alone. Oh... and Emma's fabulous ass, which was wiggling seductively under her snug skirt, as she walked up the stairs in front of me. I palmed the lower curve of her right butt cheek, causing a giggle of joy from her.

"I was wondering when you were going to touch me," she smiled. "We've been together here for almost a minute already. I was worried you might have lost interest."

"Oh, I don't think you need to be concerned about that for a while yet," I laughed.

We had arrived at the double doors to the master suite, which were wide open for the showing. Emma spread her arms and turned, doing her best 'Price is Right' model flourish.

"See? Was I right, or was I right?" she asked.

It really was a beautiful room, very luxurious, with thick, plush carpeting under foot, and rich woodwork on the walls. Nice, but not the focus of my attention right now.

No, my eyes were inevitably drawn to Emma, who had finished unbuttoning her blouse, and was pulling it out of her skirt, while backing toward the huge bed that dominated the room. Both the blouse and the bra under it were white, and lacey, giving the fully clothed Emma a distinguished aire. But with the blouse removed, as it now was, that bra just made her sexy as hell, holding those massive breasts out for my viewing pleasure.

"Now, I don't think we should do it in their bed," she smiled, unzipping her skirt, and stepping out of it. "But on the bed? Oh yeah. I think that's fair enough."

My luscious Emma had obviously thought this through, and planned accordingly. Next to fall were her tiny panties, which slid down over her long, stocking-clad legs. The stockings themselves were held up by very sexy garters, and all of it was matching white. She reached behind her back, unhooking her bra, but holding it in place with her arm.

"Look stud, I'm not getting naked for fun," she winked. "If I don't see your big cock out in the fresh air within thirty seconds, I'm going to start putting things back on."

I'll admit, watching her strip had been pretty distracting, so I hadn't been doing my part. With only seconds to spare, my underwear hit the floor, catching me up to her. My cock was already hard, and pointing straight at her.

"That's better," she smiled, dropping the bra.

No matter how often I saw them, her breasts still took my breath away, but just in case they weren't enough to do it properly, she had dropped to her knees, and was sucking my dick eagerly. As wonderful as it felt, I couldn't help thinking that this situation was getting stranger every time we got together.

I mean, how else would you describe it?

I went on the website because I wasn't getting anywhere with the girl I wanted, Amy. I subsequently find MILFun36FF, who turns out to be Amy's mother, and we end up in bed together. Now, I'm getting a blowjob from my best friend / neighbour's mother, in a stranger's house. I'm not complaining, just saying... Weird.

Weird or not, Emma was really going to town on my cock. Her hair was flying as she bobbed her head rapidly, and her boobs were slapping against my thighs. Given our limited amount of time, she was clearly wanting to get me off quickly. That wouldn't be a problem, as she was very, very good at sucking cock, and I was very, very happy to spurt down her throat.

I had two handfuls of her lovely, blonde hair, and was letting her slurp my shaft noisily, feeling the tingle grow in my balls. Emma was moaning softly.

"Oh, Angel, honey, you do that so well," I groaned. She looked up at me with those big, blue eyes, and silently accepted the compliment. "You want my cum?"

She nodded, and sucked harder, fondling my balls with gentle urgency. Spit was trailing down her neck, heading into the deep cleft between her huge tits. The sensation of her lips on my cock, and the sight of her pretty face, cheeks hollowed with suction, was almost enough to make me pop. Add those big tits, jiggling wildly, and it was time.

"Here it comes, honey," I grunted, and held her head tight, pumping my dick into her mouth a final few times, before I exploded, gushing sticky semen down her throat. My sounds mixed with her happy moans, as she sucked up every drop I had, but didn't stop, using her mouth to keep me hard. When she was satisfied with her work, she released me.

"Just what I needed," she smiled, wiping her chin and standing up. She backed over to the bed, and took a seat on the edge of the mattress. "Okay. I'm plenty wet enough. Why don't you get over here, and put that thing to use. My pussy could really use a good fucking." She glanced at her watch.

Message received, and understood. I moved over to her, and watched her lay back, spreading her legs wide. Her hand guided my shaft home, and I slid deep inside her cunt smoothly.

"Mmmmm, yes, that's the ticket," she sighed. With my dick buried properly in her pussy, her hands were free, and went right to her breasts, tugging and twisting her stiff nipples. "We can do gentle and slow another day. Tonight, I just need you to fuck my brains out. Pound my pussy, stud. Let me have it, full speed."

All of which was the point in sucking me to a fast first orgasm, I'm sure. Now, with my initial urgency sated, I was free to do just that, to drill her deep and bring her to as many orgasms as possible. We both enjoyed the open honesty of our unique relationship, and neither of us needed to hide behind any emotions. It was just lust, pure and simple. Friends with extreme benefits.

I was intent on making her feel those benefits, and started to hammer my cock into her. The mattress was very bouncy, and high, letting me stand almost normally beside the bed, and use my whole body to drive my shaft home.

"Oh, my fucking god!" she gasped, her body rippling in response to my furious thrusts. "Yes, Ronnie! Fuck me! Fuck me so hard! Gimme that big cock! Yes! Yes! YESSSS!"

As Emma screamed, she spread her arms, grabbing fistfuls of the bedspread. She arched her back, thrusting her chest upwards, and drawing my eyes yet again to her huge, bouncing boobs. I had a brief moment of comparison, wondering if Amy's tits would be as much fun to watch, even if they were a couple of cup sizes smaller.

The wood frame of the bed was squeaking in time to our strokes. I smiled, curious as to how often the owners of the house put it through this much stress. Perhaps never, perhaps every night. Emma had taught me that you can't tell just by looking.

Listening, however, was a dead giveaway.

"Oh, Ronnie, YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME, YOU YOUNG, HANDSOME STUD! FUCK MY PUSSY! MAKE ME CUM! YES! YESSSS! YESSSSSSS!"

By now, I had her legs up over my shoulders, and was thrashing her with everything I had. She was screeching through another orgasm, and when she caught her breath, she patted my chest, telling me to stop. She had to consciously focus on her watch.

"Holy fuck, Ronnie! You're really rattling my fillings, honey!" she sighed. "We're nearly out of time, so if you want to cum again, we'd better get to it. How do you want me?"

"Doggy should do the trick," I smiled, pulling out of her abused cunt.

"Sounds good to me. I love it from behind," she giggled, rolling onto her knees. She adjusted the width of her stance to match mine, and braced herself. "Fuck me with that big dick, long and deep. Let me know when you're cumming. I'll swallow you again."

She did have it all planned out, and my cock was back inside her seconds later. I gripped her hips firmly, and began to stroke her, as requested, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in forcefully. The slap of my belly against her firm rump echoed through the quiet house.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she chanted, in time with my thrusts. I could see her breasts swinging and bouncing, around her ribcage, from behind. It was all combining to bring me ever closer to my own orgasm.

"Harder! Fuck me harder! Do it! Just a little more, and I'll cum again!" she groaned, driving herself back against me with a vengeance. "Hurry! They'll be home soon!"

I can only imagine that the owners of the house might be less than pleased, should they return to find their realtor virtually naked in their bedroom, getting ploughed from behind to a screaming orgasm...unless she was accepting an offer on their behalf.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she gasped, clearly in agreement with something I was doing. It was also clear I was about to cum, as well. I pulled out.

Emma was still shaking through her orgasm, so she wasn't as quick as she might have been in turning to swallow my cock. I squeezed my dick, pinching off the flow of semen, until she was facing me. She really wasn't ready, but I couldn't hold it back any longer.

Blammo!

I was still standing about three feet from her, but that was within range, and a single, thick rope of cum blasted through the air between us, catching her by surprise. It hit her right on the chin, splashing across her cheek, and running down her neck. I moved closer, and shook the balance on her tits.

"Ronnie!" she sputtered. "What part of 'don't make a mess' did you not understand?!" Her hands scooped at the blobs of cum being dragged by gravity down her chest. "Jesus!"

"Sorry, Emma," I panted, widening my stance for stability. "I couldn't hold it any longer."

"Well, I don't think you got any on the bedspread," she giggled, licking her fingers. "No harm, no foul. I wasn't expecting to get hit from such a long range. Very impressive."

"Um, thank you?" I laughed. She smiled and leaned forward, sucking my cock into her mouth to clean up the dregs, and taste her own juices. It only took a few seconds, until she patted my ass.

"Okay. You get dressed. I'm going to check my hair for cum in the bathroom mirror," she directed, already striding toward the ensuite. My eyes followed her jiggling breasts and wiggling hips until they were out of view, then I began to redress myself. She returned quite quickly. "Got it all. Only a little in my hair, and I dealt with it. Good shot."

I was watching her slip into her bra as I pulled my shirt back over my head. She was just so fucking sexy. I was really enjoying our time together.

"You're dressed. Get out of here," she smiled, stepping into her skirt. "I'll fix the bed, and wait for the owners. I'll message you later." She leaned up and kissed me. "Thanks, honey. I needed this."

The night air felt good, and helped clear my head as I scooted across the road to my car. I sat, with the key in the ignition, until a car turned toward me. The headlights briefly flitted across my face, but I'm sure I was still hidden in the shadows as the approaching vehicle turned into the driveway. We had been mere minutes from getting caught, a thought I found nearly as exciting as it was terrifying.

They're back I typed to Emma.

I'm ready for them, she replied. Talk to you later.

Waiting until the owners were safely inside, I started the car and left. It was only about ten o'clock, long before my curfew, but I had nowhere to go besides home. Nothing I could think of could improve on what I'd already done tonight.

I was laying in bed, an hour or so later, when my phone buzzed. It was an actual call from Emma, not just a text.

"Hello?" I said softly.

"Helloooo, my naughty boy," I heard, in Emma's throaty bedroom voice. "I'd love to just come over there and crawl into bed with you, honey. Have you recovered?"

"Well, my heart has started again, if that's what you mean," I chuckled quietly. "That was a close one."

"No problem," she giggled. "By the time they made it inside, I had straightened up the bed, and was downstairs, looking innocent. The good news is, I think I sold the house. The bad news is, I think I sold the house. We'll have to find another place to fuck."

"Is that going to be a problem?" I asked. I wasn't really worried. Emma was well motivated to find us a place to satisfy her desires.

"Not really. The market is cooling off a little, but there are still plenty of houses on my listing. It's just a question of timing," she told me. "Just keep your phone handy, and I'll be in touch when the opportunity arises."

"You know where to find me," I nodded.

"Yes, I do," she purred, "and I'm having a hard time not making use of that knowledge, right now. You gave me one hell of a fucking tonight, honey. I had a great time."

"The pleasure was all mine," I smiled, accepting her praise.

"Oh, no it wasn't, I assure you," she giggled. "Have a good night's sleep, stud. I'll be seeing you."

I turned off the phone, and laid back, looking up at the dark ceiling. My mind was remembering the events of the evening, not so many minutes ago. It was the kind of sex all men dream of, free of commitment, and hot as hell. She expected nothing from me, other than a hard cock and a willingness to use it on her. But...

I knew it couldn't last. It wasn't supposed to last. We went into this thing with our eyes wide open, looking only for someone to have mind-blowing sex with. She wasn't going to fall in love with me, and honestly, other than a deep appreciation for her spectacular body, I wasn't falling for her either. But...

There was someone nearby, that already held my heart, even if she didn't seem to want it. That was both a source of hope, and a serious complication.

What would I do, if and when, Amy said yes?