Serving the Milf Next Door - Part 1 (Patreon)

Dylan had his pants around his ankles and his phone in his hand when he heard a soft knock on the door. He let out a frustrated groan before pulling his pants up, putting his phone on the coffee table, and trudging towards the door.

Dylan opened the door to find the woman he was going to fantasize about standing in front of him.

“Mrs. Jameson. Uh…hi, how are you? Or, sorry, what can I do for you?” Dylan said. He winced at how stupid he sounded. He tried his best to shake the filthy images he’d conjured of her from his head.

“I’m fine, Dylan,” the breathtaking blonde milf said. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Very good,” he said. “My parents aren’t home though. They’re actually away for the weekend.”

Mrs. Jameson smiled. She reached out and touched his arm in a way Dylan found impossibly arousing. “Oh I know that, Dylan. I’m here for you.”

Dylan felt his eyes go wide as her fingers lingered on his arm. He tried to stop himself, but his eyes drifted to her cleavage anyway. He stared for a split second before asking, “What can I do for you?”

“Well, I feel like such a dummy, but we got a new device for the TV and I’m just terrible at getting those things to work. I figured you’d be good with that sort of thing. All young people seem to be these days.”

“I’d be happy to,” Dylan said. “Let me just grab the keys so I can lock up.”

“Take your time, sweetheart,” Mrs. Jameson said.

Dylan rushed into the house and grabbed his keys. He stepped out of the house, closed the door behind him, and promptly dropped the keys.

Mrs. Jameson reached out and touched his lower back as he picked up the keys. “Careful there, sweetheart. Don’t hurt yourself rushing to lock up the house. I’m not in any rush. It’s a Saturday, after all.”

“Right. Thank you,” Dylan said as he took a deep breath to calm himself and locked up the house.

“You start your sophomore year in the fall, right?” Mrs. Jameson asked as they crossed the lawn and headed towards her house.

“I do, yeah,” Dylan answered as he tried his best not to stare at the cleavage of the blonde milf he’d fantasized about countless times.

“Is it nice being home for the summer?” she asked.

Dylan thought about how he could see into the Jameson’s backyard from his room. He thought about how he’d jerked off countless times admiring the astoundingly sexy body that Mrs. Jameson loved to flaunt in surprisingly skimpy bikinis.

“It’s great,” he said. “I get to see my friends, hang out, go to the beach. You know, all the good stuff.”

Mrs. Jameson smiled as they reached her front door. “I do, Dylan. I may not look it, but I remember what it was like to be young.”

“You still look young, Mrs. Jameson. You have no reason to be worried about that,” Dylan assured her.

She flashed a bright smile and reached out, caressing his arm once again. Her touch felt electric. “You’re a sweet young man, Dylan. That’s why I asked you to help me. I knew you wouldn’t say no.”

“Of course not,” he said as they entered the house.

“It’s in the living room. Our TV used to connect us to Netflix, Hulu, all of that, you know, but it’s not working anymore. That’s why we ordered a, well, I think my husband said it’s called a Roku?” Mrs. Jameson said.

“Of course, yeah. That’ll get you connected to anything you could possibly want,” Dylan said as he picked up the box the Roku had shipped in. “Can I open it up and get started?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Mrs. Jameson said. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Oh, no, I’ll be fine. This shouldn’t take too long,” he answered.

“Are you sure? I make a mighty fine lemonade. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

Lemonade did sound good. “Okay. Yeah. Sure. That would be great. Thanks, Mrs. Jameson.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Dylan pulled out his keys and cut open the tape that held the box closed. He reached inside and pulled out the Roku device and the slim pamphlet that offered installation directions. He gave them a quick read and then moved towards the television to find an HDMI port.

After feeling around in the dimly lit area behind the TV, Dylan reached into his pocket to pull out his phone for light. He cursed himself for leaving it at home and looked around the room to see if there might be a flashlight handy.

“I hope you’re thirsty,” Mrs. Jameson said as she rounded the corner holding two glasses of lemonade.

The lemonade wasn’t what caught Dylan’s eye, though. It was the fact that she’d changed into a skimpy bikini that had him utterly befuddled.

“What’s the matter, Dylan? Cat got your tongue?” Mrs. Jameson asked as she approached him.

There wasn’t a cat involved, but Dylan couldn’t find his voice. It felt like he’d stepped into one of the porn videos he liked to masturbate to. It didn’t help that Mrs. Jameson was often the star of those videos, at least in his head. He couldn’t help but imagine her body in place of the women in the videos.

Mrs. Jameson put the lemonade glasses down on the coffee table and stepped close enough that Dylan could feel the heat emanating from her tanned, toned body.

“Don’t you like what you see, Dylan?” she asked in a soft, sensual voice.

Dylan nodded tentatively while trying his very best not to look down at her breasts. They looked like they were trying to burst out of the bikini top.

“I wore this one last Saturday,” Mrs. Jameson whispered as she took Dylan’s hand in hers. “Don’t you remember, Dylan?”

She placed his hand against her taut stomach and then guided it up towards her breasts. Dylan’s heart pounded as he got closer to the globes of flesh that he’d fantasized about hundreds of times since he’d hit puberty.

“Don’t you remember sitting at your bedroom window and pulling on your cock as you watched me last Saturday? Don’t you remember staring down at my body in this bikini? Don’t you remember the orgasm you had?” Mrs. Jameson asked.

Dylan finally found his voice, largely from the shock of Mrs. Jameson knowing exactly what he was doing when she tanned in her backyard.

“What? How did you know?” he asked.

She held his hand in place just a few inches from her breasts. Dylan wanted to grab them, but he resisted.

“You’re not as stealthy as you think you are, Dylan,” she said. “I see you sometimes and I figure you’re there all the time. You’re a 19 year old boy, after all. Plus, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of me at that little party we had a month ago. I could feel you undressing me all night long.”

“I’m sorry,” Dylan said.

“Do I seem angry, Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson asked.

He studied her face for a moment before saying, “No. You don’t.”

“You’d like to undress me, wouldn’t you Dylan?” she asked.

He nodded. His hand was still against her skin, though she wasn’t moving it around anymore. She was far and away the most beautiful woman he’d ever touched though, so even being close to her was thrilling.

“You’d like to undress me and put that stiff dick of yours inside me, wouldn’t you?” Mrs. Jameson asked as her eyes darted between his legs.

Dylan looked down and felt an intense kind of embarrassment. He hadn’t realized he was hard. He was so distracted by her body that it hadn’t dawned on him that his dick was throbbing in his pants.

“Answer the question, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said after he failed to say anything. He found the demanding tone in her voice a little nerve-wracking.

“Yes,” Dylan said.

“Do you think you could satisfy me, Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson asked.

“What?” he said.

She let go of his hand and reached between his legs to grasp Dylan’s hard cock through his shorts.

“I said, do you think you could satisfy me? Do you think this cock of yours could satisfy a woman like me?”

Her grip was tight enough that Dylan winced in pain.

“I don’t know,” he said.

Mrs. Jameson released his cock and stepped back. She put her hands on her hips and said, “The answer is no, Dylan. No, you could not satisfy me. There’s not a chance in the world that a boy like you could satisfy a woman like me. I get that you fantasize about it while you’re pulling on your little cock in your bedroom, but we both know you’d cum the moment you felt my pussy.”

Dylan felt like she’d slapped him in the face. Again he fell silent. He couldn’t find a suitable response.

“Do you disagree, Dylan?” she asked. “Do you think you could satisfy me?”

Dylan stared at her and then his gaze fell to the floor as he said, “No. Probably not.”

“Awww, don’t be sad, Dylan. I like that you masturbate while staring at me. I like that you fantasize about fucking me.”

Mrs. Jameson stepped closer and took his hand in hers again. She placed it against her taut stomach and guided it towards her breasts. She didn’t stop this time, though. She let him grasp her breast. She let him play with the soft, exquisitely sexy flesh.

“Will you fantasize about this, Dylan?” she asked. “Will you fantasize about touching my tits? About how good they feel?”

He nodded vigorously and watched as she guided his fingers in gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts.

Mrs. Jameson pulled his hand away and Dylan let it fall to his side. He watched the beautiful blonde milf reach up and pull out one of her breasts. It looked big and round and the flesh was pale with a beautiful, perfectly round areola and a rock hard nipple in the middle.

“Come here,” Mrs. Jameson said as she reached out and guided Dylan’s mouth to her breast. “Suck on it, Dylan. Suck on my nipple.”

Dylan did as he was told without hesitation. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her nipple. His cock throbbed painfully in his shorts as he did so.

“Why don’t you get on your knees for me, Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson said in a soft, sensual voice.

He released her nipple from the grasp of his lips and fell to his knees. He looked up at the beautiful, nearly-naked woman in front of him and experienced a kind of desire he didn’t know was possible.

“How would you feel about making me cum, Dylan?” she asked.

“I’d love to do that,” he said.

“Do you know how to eat pussy, Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson asked as she stepped forward and grabbed a handful of his hair.

“I do,” Dylan said. He’d gone down on enough girls to feel confident in his ability to eat Mrs. Jameson’s pussy.

“Why don’t you show me?” Mrs. Jameson said as she pulled aside her bikini bottoms and presented her shaved pussy. “Show me that you know how to pleasure a woman, Dylan.”

She took another step towards him and pulled his head between her legs. Dylan extended his tongue and licked the perfect pussy of the woman that had filled his masturbatory fantasies all summer long.

“Mmmm, that’s very good, Dylan. You do know how to eat pussy. Those college girls are lucky to have you,” she said.

He resisted the urge to thank her for the compliment and continued to lick her pussy. His hand found its way between his legs and Dylan unzipped his pants.

“No, no, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said as she yanked his hair and pulled his head back. “No playing with your cock. Not until I give you permission. Do you understand? You don’t get to taste my pussy if you take your cock out without permission.”

“Sorry,” he said.

Mrs. Jameson pulled his head between her legs once more and let Dylan get back to work. 

“That’s it, Dylan. Just concentrate on my pussy. Concentrate on making me feel good. Be a good boy for me and make me cum.”

Dylan looked up at the beautiful woman standing over him. He admired the beautiful shape of her breasts and her flat tummy. He admired the blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders and the way she closed her eyes and embraced the pleasure he was offering from his knees.

“Yes, Dylan. Eat my pussy. Worship it. Make me cum with that talented young tongue of yours. Make me cum like a good boy.”

Mrs. Jameson had both her hands in his hair and her grip was tight. Dylan felt a bit of pain but he didn’t care. He was eating pussy and that was all that mattered.

“On your back, Dylan,” she demanded while pushing back.

Dylan fell to his back and watched Mrs. Jameson stand over his face and sit. Her thighs clamped down on either side of his head and she lowered her pussy to his mouth.

“Worship it,” she said. “Make me cum like a good boy.”

Dylan licked as she moved her pussy over his mouth. Her juices spread over his face as she closed her eyes and moaned.

“What a good little tongue slut you are,” she said. “Mmm, I’m gonna use this mouth of yours all summer long.”

Dylan’s cock throbbed as he imagined getting to worship Mrs. Jameson’s pussy all summer.

She moaned louder and rode his face faster. His jaw started to ache and he felt completely soaked in the slippery liquid that seemed to be leaking from her pussy.

“I’m cumming!” she cried out. “I’m cumming!”

Mrs. Jameson closed her eyes and leaned forward. She grabbed Dylan’s hair with both hands and squeezed tight enough that he felt genuine, uncomfortable pain. He continued to lick her, though. He wasn’t going to stop.

Eventually, Mrs. Jameson stood up and smiled at him. “You were a very good boy, Dylan, and I’d love to reward you, but my husband just pulled into the driveway, so you should really be going. We wouldn’t want him to find out that you just ate my pussy in his living room, would we?”

“What?” Dylan said as he popped up and looked out the window. He saw the car Mrs. Jameson was referring to. “Where do I go?”

“Go out the back and hop the fence, Dylan. Quickly now,” she said with a smile on her face.

Dylan was a little annoyed that she seemed to be enjoying his panicked attempt to get out of her house.

“Oh, and make sure you take a look out your window a little after five o’clock tonight. Okay, Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson called after him as he sprinted into her kitchen and yanked open the sliding glass door.

Dylan shut the door behind him and ran across the yard. He hoisted himself over the fence and landed hard on his back. Relief washed over him as he stared at the blue sky. He could still taste Mrs. Jameson’s pussy on his tongue. He could feel her juices drying on his face. His cock was still throbbing in his shorts.

As the anxiety and panic passed, Dylan couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

He was definitely going to be at his window at five. There was no way he was going to miss whatever Mrs. Jameson had planned.