Neighborhood Mom, Part VI - Mom For A Day - Sex Stories

Neighborhood Mom, Part VI - Mom For A Day

... the most intense kind to have. I was fascinated. She instructed me to give her my hand. I complied. She bent all of my fingers at the knuckle into my palm, except the middle two. Guiding me, she pushed my fingers into her slit. "Close! Now curl them up. Yes, like that...do you feel that kind of rough spot?" I nodded. "That's it. That's where it is!" I started rubbing it with my fingers, and for a moment she let me. But then, she grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers out. They were glazed with her wetness. "You're very wet, and swollen...you are horny too." C flashed a warm smile. "Yes, I'm horny a lot too. I guess we both need to play with ourselves!" "Or..." I started. "Shhhh...stop!" C commanded. I stopped, dejected. Damn it. "You just need to cum, and then you'll be fine." She sat up in her chair, leaning forward, breasts just inches from my face. She looked down at me, on my knees, cock standing straight and hard forward. "Yes, you really need to...look..." I looked down too. Drips of precum were spattered on the concrete below. Veins stood out, creating thick shadowed ridges and the head was almost purple with swollen arousal. "Go ahead, son, it's ok...get it all out so you can relax!" I started stroking and C watched, as if she'd never seen me do it before. The concrete was hurting my knees, so I stood up. C reached out and cupped my balls, fondling them lightly while I stroked. "Oh you're so full...so heavy...yes, that's it...let it go..." It didn't take me long, and ...

... when I released I squirted hard, all over - I drenched her chest, and it dripped on her legs, and on her chair. She coo'd and encouraged. "Oh yes, that's it...mmmmm...good boy...doesn't that feel so good?" I pumped it all out, squeezing out every drop, seeing how much she was enjoying it. I dropped back into my chair, facing her. Now it was her turn. She made a laughing comment about needing that hose again. To my surprise and frustration, she didn't take her turn. Instead she got up and went inside to clean up. A few minutes later she returned with glasses of iced tea. We relaxed for a few minutes enjoying the cold beverage, and then she insisted we get back to work. Lame. We worked naked, C wore only flip flops. For a while I stopped thinking about sex, somewhat resigned that it hadn't happened yet...what if that was part of this game for her...that we wouldn't actually have sex? The thought was almost infuriating. I focused on trimming the shrubs on the far side of the lawn, my member flopping around as I did. Sometimes I caught C looking at me, but mostly she seemed focused on the job at hand. C went to work on the flower bed near me and got the hose again to spray it down and soften up the top soil. I kept a sharp eye, but she waited till I didn't expect it and sprayed me again. Again I wrestled the hose from her, and we wound up rolling on the ground. We had each other pinned a bit and the hose was through her legs, up against her crotch. She was facing away from me. I ...