Shared And Forbidden

Neighbourhood Milf

The summer I turned eighteen the new family moved in two houses down. Mom, dad, two little kids. Same as every other house on the street. No girls my age. I’d already had my share of girls from school, but none of them lived close enough that I could walk over after dark and still be home before my parents noticed.

I only saw the wife from a distance at first. Jenny. Late thirties, dark hair, always outside in something thin when the weather was good. The neighborhood kept to itself, so it took weeks before I got a real look at her.

Old man d**k came by one afternoon with his usual offer of yard work. He paid cash and didn’t hover. After I finished the gravel job he mentioned Jenny needed help too—bushes, weeds, and a tree fort for the kids. Her husband worked long hours. d**k said he’d already told her I’d do it.

I walked over the next morning. His car was gone. She answered the door in a thin halter top and a short pink skirt that moved when she stepped back. Glasses pushed up on her head. Tan skin, dark hair still damp at the ends. The top was cut low enough that I could see the full curve of her t**s, pushed high. She had to be at least a C-cup. I stared too long. When I finally looked up she was already watching my face.

“Come in,” she said. “It’s hot out.”

I followed her through the house. The skirt was short enough that every step showed the lower curve of her ass. She wasn’t wearing much underneath. By the time we reached the kitchen table my c**k was hard and obvious in my shorts. She turned, glanced down, and her cheeks went pink, but she didn’t say anything. We talked about the work. Trim the bushes, pull weeds, build the fort. Two-fifty cash. I said yes.

I started early the next day so I could finish before the heat peaked. By mid-morning I was in the backyard working on the fort when a light came on upstairs. I kept going for another hour, then went inside for the Gatorade she’d said I could take. Water was running. The shower.

Her bedroom door was open. The bathroom door wasn’t locked. I eased it far enough to see the mirror across from the stall. She stood under the spray, one hand between her legs, the other braced on the wall. Soap ran down the round of her ass when she bent to reach for the bottle. Everything was visible for a second—tight asshole, the full shape of her p***y. My c**k was already out. I stroked slow while I watched her work two fingers inside herself.

I almost came right there. Instead I stepped back into the hall, found the guest bathroom, and kept stroking. The shower shut off. Footsteps. I ducked into the stall and pulled the curtain. She walked in wearing a robe, saw my work gloves on the counter, and stopped. I shifted. The curtain moved.

She pulled it open. I stood there with my c**k out, hard, nowhere to hide it. For a second she just looked. Then she dropped the robe. Her t**s were full and high, n*****s already tight. She told me to get out of the shower and lean against the counter. When I did she went to her knees, took me in one hand, and put her mouth on me.

She knew what she was doing. Slow at first, then deeper, tongue working the underside while her hand stroked what she couldn’t take. I warned her I was close. She didn’t pull off. She sucked harder until I came, thick pulses filling her mouth. She swallowed, licked me clean, and stood up.

“Better than doing it yourself, isn’t it?” she said.

She left the room. I fixed my shorts and went back outside, hands still shaking.

I finished the fort in the heat. Shirt off, sweat running down my back. Later she came out in a bikini that barely covered anything and stretched out on a lounge chair in the sun. After a while she rolled onto her stomach. The bottoms had disappeared between her cheeks. She called me over and handed me a bottle of baby oil.

“Back first,” she said.

I poured it across her shoulders and worked it in. She told me to do her legs next. I did, slow, palms sliding up the backs of her thighs. When I reached the edge of the bikini she said to take the bottoms off. I pulled them down. Her ass was full and smooth, the skin already warm from the sun. She told me to oil it and keep it even. I rubbed both cheeks, thumbs pressing into the muscle, then let one hand drift lower until my fingers brushed the soft lips of her p***y. She didn’t stop me. I slid one finger inside, then two. She was wet. She reached back, untied her top, and let it fall.

After a minute she turned over, pulled my shorts down, and took me in her mouth again. When she looked up she asked if I wanted to f**k her. I said yes. She rolled onto her stomach, lifted her hips, and waited. I lined up and pushed in. She was tight and hot and gripped me the whole way. I f****d her hard from behind, hands on her hips, watching her ass bounce with every thrust. She came first, a sharp moan, p***y clenching and squirting around my c**k. That finished me. I buried deep and came inside her, staying there until I started to soften.

We stayed like that for a while, breathing hard. She told me to finger her ass. I did, one finger sliding in easy while my c**k rested against her thigh. She climbed on top of me, stroked me until I was hard again, then reached back and guided the head against her asshole. She sank down slow. I held her hips and pushed up to meet her. She rode me steady, ass tight around me, t**s bouncing in front of my face. I lasted longer this time. When I came I filled her ass in thick pulses. She lifted off and my c*m leaked out of her.

She let me suck her t**s for a few minutes after, then got up and went inside. When she came back she handed me the two-fifty and said to let her know when I wasn’t busy. She might have more work. She winked. I left before her husband got home.

We f****d almost every day that summer after that. Same house, same hours while he was at work. It wasn’t the girl next door. It was better.