Neighborhood Mom, Part IV - Things get Dirty - Sex Stories

Neighborhood Mom, Part IV - Things get Dirty

... about the idea of her pleasing me with her mouth and swallowing my cum was just super arousing. But I was still sticky from the night before, my cock and balls, thighs - I could even feel it in the crack of my ass. Should I shower first? I kept an ear out for the garage door. What was taking her so long??? I touched myself a little as I waited, staying super present to sound, just in case K walked back in. Finally I heard the hum of the garage door opener. Then a few minutes later it hummed again. Finally! I stripped my boxers off. My pubes were matted in crusty white and the inside of my boxers were all marked up with the same. Maybe I shouldn't ask her to suck me till after I showered. I'd just fuck her heaven of a pussy again. I opened the door and listened. C was in the dining room - I could hear the sound of silverware on a plate. I took a deep breath and strode out in a false show of confidence, my hard cock bouncing with every step. C was sitting at the table with a plate of scrambled eggs, wearing a t-shirt and some of those comfy soft fabric "around the house" kind of shorts. No bra. I could see her nipples through her shirt. As I entered the room she looked up and gave me a big grin. "Good morning, horny boy!" (Horny boy. That had become her pet name for me, and she used it anytime we talked privately, well into my 20's) She stared at my cock bouncing as I approached her. My determined pace must have made it clear to her that I had intentions. I walked straight ...

... to her. She dropped her fork and turned to face me more. "Well that must have been what K was talking about..." she said as she winked at me. "What's that?" I queried. "She said you had your boner sticking out!" Uh oh. Was that bad? "I was going to come see it for myself after she left..." C winked again. "Oh...sorry about that..." I replied. Surely I wasn't supposed to be having other people - K no less - see my boner. The way I grew up, boys had to wear tight underwear and shorts to bed just for that reason. "Why? It happens to everyone. K's not offended. She thought it was funny." As she spoke she reached for my cock and gripped it, giving it an affectionate pump. Phew! Relieved, my mind turned to my present quest. C squeezed me hard. "Wow...look how hard you are!" she exclaimed. It was very, very hard. My morning wood usually is. Almost so hard it didn't feel like a part of me. "Do you need some help?" she continued. I felt myself nodding, but I was going to be strong and firm. Not uncertain like before. "Yes!" I said, determined. She was already stroking me. I was going to ask her to suck it for me, but the stroking was already feeling so good. Plus maybe she wouldn't want to since her pussy was still crusted on it. As she pumped it white flakes began to fall from it. "Like this?" she asked. "Is this what you wanted?" Yes. That would do. She worked me expertly, knowing just the right amount of pressure, and speed. In very short time I could feel that orgasm building, ...