A Neighborly Affair Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Neighborly Affair Part 3

... ass and legs. Smiling, she turned and sat across the small table from me. I was leaning with my forearms on the table, and she took my hands in hers and bent down and kissed them.

"Sammie, we need to talk."

Oh, oh. This was the conversation I had been dreading. I could feel it. "Sure, what's on your mind?"

"Honestly? You're on my mind. In fact, I can't get you out of my mind. This has been a wonderful summer for me in many ways, and you are mainly the reason. When my husband left me, I thought it was the end of the world, and then you came along. You were just what the doctor ordered. I was lonely, depressed, and felt like my world had collapsed overnight. Then you came by and, like a breath of fresh air, changed everything. You've been wonderful in every way for me. You are helpful and considerate, not to mention sweet. Of course, the icing on the cake has been the wonderful sex. You made me feel like a teenager again, except for the days when you left me limping. That big penis of yours is something, and just the thought of it makes me squirm a tad."

I smiled at the thought of my fat member buried in her juicy pussy doggy style, which she liked, watching it slide in and out as she wiggled her perfect ass in appreciation.

"Linda, I think I know where this is heading, but just let me say that if anyone is grateful, it's me. You've been wonderful during the shittiest time of my life. You don't know the worth of someone until they're gone, and Mom's passing ...

... crushed me. I don't know what I would have done without your guidance. Yeah, the sex didn't hurt. At the very least, you got my mind redirected with your advice and the realization that I was making love to the sexiest woman on the planet regularly. You taught me things that I'll remember for the rest of my life."

"I'm glad to hear that, Sweetie, and I'm flattered that you think an old lady like me can be sexy. I questioned our relationship much of the time, mainly because of the situation with your mom. She was a good friend, and even though you needed a distraction, the guilt was overwhelming at times. I think I was in as much denial as you for a large part of the summer, but after your mom died, I couldn't help but second-guess my motives. Was I trying to help you or just satisfy myself? I looked forward to each day you came to the house, and during breaks in the action, I had to find ways to satisfy myself. My vibrator falls far short of that magnificent cock of yours, though. I'm ashamed to admit it, but when I took pictures of you that time I measured it, I saved them to look at when I wanted to stimulate myself."

I think I blushed at the thought of Linda staring at a picture of my cock while she pleasured herself with a vibrator.

"I'm flattered. But I'd prefer you used the real thing."

"I'm the flattered one. The fact that you took an interest in me made me feel years younger. But to the point of all this–you're getting ready to leave for college, and we both ...