Serving the Milf Next Door - Part 4 (Patreon)

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“Mrs. Jameson? Hello?” Dylan called out as he stepped through the front door.

He’d received a text from the milf next door. She’d told him to come over and let himself in. He did as requested, but he still felt a little hesitant about walking into her house unannounced.

“I’m in the living room, Dylan. Come in,” she replied.

Dylan closed the door behind him, took off his shoes, and headed into the living room. He was reminded of the first time he and Mrs. Jameson had played. He’d ended up on his knees in her living room after setting up her new Roku.

“Welcome, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said.

She was sitting on the couch in a black satin robe. It was tied loosely enough to expose her cleavage and he couldn’t help but stare.

As he watched, Mrs. Jameson slowly, delicately tugged on the little satin belt that held her robe closed. Once it was loosened she opened the robe down to just below her belly button, leaving her taut stomach exposed while still covering her nipples.

“Take your clothes off for me, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said.

Dylan stripped as quickly as he could manage. Mrs. Jameson had been clear about her lack of interest in fucking him, but the young man couldn’t help but fantasize about her having had a change of heart. He hoped that she’d spread her legs and invite him to fill her with his stiff cock.

Mrs. Jameson spread her legs and the black satin fell between them, covering her pussy. So much of her skin was exposed and Dylan was half hard with excitement by the time his boxer shorts hit the floor.

“Play with your cock, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson instructed. “Stroke yourself for me. Get excited for me. Get nice and hard for me.”

Dylan stared at the beautiful blonde milf as he wrapped his fingers around his cock. He stroked slowly and was stiff in less than a minute. Mrs. Jameson was so beautiful and she looked impossibly sexy and seductive as she sat on the couch in her satin robe.

“Do you like what you see, Dylan?” she asked.

He nodded vigorously.

“Would you like to see more?” she asked.

Again Dylan nodded. “Yes, please,” he said.

Mrs. Jameson slowly traced her fingers from her belly button to her cleavage and asked, “Will you be a good boy for me, Dylan?”

“Yes, Mrs. Jameson. I will. I promise. I’ll be a good boy,” Dylan replied. He’d been good since their last meeting and had refrained from masturbating as she requested. As a result, he was in a state of overwhelming arousal.

Mrs. Jameson smiled and pulled the robe open on one side, revealing a flawless breast. Dylan groaned as he continued to stroke himself. She repeated the process on the other side, leaving both her big, wondrously round breasts naked.

“Do you like my tits, Dylan? Do they turn you on?” she asked.

“They do, Mrs. Jameson,” he answered.

“Do they make your little dick hard, Dylan?”

He winced slightly at the insult directed towards his dick, but it didn’t impact his lust. He was too far gone for anything to derail his desire.

“They do, Mrs. Jameson. Your tits are perfect. Truly perfect,” he said.

Mrs. Jameson smiled and stood up. She slowly sauntered towards Dylan and his heart pounded harder with each step.

“Get on your knees, Dylan,” she said softly.

Dylan fell to his knees immediately. She hadn’t told him to stop masturbating, so he kept his fingers wrapped around his cock as he looked up at her. The satin robe had fallen open, leaving her shaved pussy exposed. He couldn’t help but gaze at it.

“Do you like my pussy, Dylan?” she asked.

“I do, Mrs. Jameson. It’s perfect, just like your tits. You’re perfect. Every part of you is perfect,” he said.

The blonde milf smiled and reached out to run her fingers through Dylan’s hair. She grabbed a handful of it and stepped closer.

“Eat my pussy, Dylan,” she said. “Let go of your cock, too. A good boy focuses all his efforts on pleasing a woman. I only want you thinking about my pussy. Do you understand?”

Dylan nodded and she pulled his mouth to her pussy. He did as he’d done before and worshiped her. He licked her clit. He tasted her juices. He made the beautiful milf moan because it filled him with an intense kind of pleasure.

“Good boy,” Mrs. Jameson said as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

Dylan felt a sense of bliss that he attributed to the overwhelming pleasure of getting to lick such a perfect pussy. He was in his happy place and he never wanted to leave.

“Well, what do we have here?” said a deep voice from behind Dylan.

He panicked. It was Mr. Jameson. It had to be. Dylan tried to pull away and get to his feet, but Mrs. Jameson grabbed two handfuls of his hair and pulled hard enough to make him groan in agony.

“Dylan is showing me that he’s capable of being a good boy,” Mrs. Jameson said. “It’s been a week since he played with his cock and as you can see he’s happily worshiping my pussy while refraining from playing with his disappointing little dick.”

Dylan’s sense of panic was soothed by how calm Mrs. Jameson seemed.

“Worship my pussy, Dylan. Use your tongue. Don’t let my husband’s presence distract you from being a good boy,” she said.

Dylan put his faith in Mrs. Jameson and resumed licking her pussy. He looked up at her and saw a smile on her face before a moan escaped her lips.

“You have him well-trained,” Mr. Jameson said.

Mrs. Jameson smiled and a laugh escaped her lips. “I told you I would,” she replied. “I told you our young neighbor would be a good boy for me. I told you he’d be the perfect little plaything for the summer.”

Dylan heard footsteps behind him and a moment later Mr. Jameson stood beside his wife. They kissed as Dylan continued to worship the pussy he’d become obsessed with.

“He’s known all along, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said after the kiss. “My husband has known from the start that I’ve been training you to be a good boy for me. For us, really.”

She pulled his head from between her legs and took a small step back.

“Will you be a good boy for us, Dylan? Will you do as I trained you to do? Will you put our pleasure above yours?” she asked.

Dylan nodded. He wasn’t really sure what they were asking of him, but he didn’t want to be sent home. He wanted to go on whatever journey the couple had planned.

“Yes, I’ll be a good boy,” he said. His heart pounded.

Mrs. Jameson turned to her husband and said, “I told you he’d be a good boy.”

Mr. Jameson smiled and kissed his wife as she massaged the considerable bulge between his legs. Dylan watched with utter fascination as Mrs. Jameson unzipped her husband’s pants, reached inside, and pulled out his big cock.

“He’s much bigger than you, isn’t he Dylan?” she asked.

Dylan looked at the other man’s cock and nodded. There was no question about it. Mr. Jameson was twice his size.

Mrs. Jameson sank to her knees and stroked her husband’s cock. She kissed the head and licked the sensitive spot underneath as Mr. Jameson moaned.

“A cock like this deserves to be worshiped, Dylan,” she said before wrapping her lips around it and offering a blowjob that looked hotter than anything Dylan had seen in porn.

“You understand why my wife has no interest in your cock, right Dylan?” Mr. Jameson asked.

“I do sir,” he replied. “Yes, I do.”

Mr. Jameson smiled and rested his hand on the back of his wife’s head. He pushed more of his cock into her mouth and Dylan watched it disappear. He watched the woman he’d come to lust after give a deepthroat blowjob and do it with ease.

“Will you fuck me, baby?” Mrs. Jameson asked her husband after coming up for air. “Will you fuck my pussy while Dylan watches?”

Mr. Jameson smiled and pulled his wife to her feet. They both sat on the couch and she spread her legs.

“Eat my wife’s pussy, Dylan,” Mr. Jameson said. “Get it nice and wet so my cock slides in there with ease. Prepare her to get fucked like a good boy.”

Dylan crawled towards Mrs. Jameson and took his place between her legs. His heart pounded as he ran his tongue over her labia before pushing between them. He spread his saliva over her cunt, preparing her to take the big cock that rested between her husband’s legs.

“Is he doing a good job?” Mr. Jameson asked.

They kissed before she said, “He’s being a very good boy.”

“Are you ready to get fucked, honey? Do you want my big cock in your pussy? Do you want me to pound you?” he asked.

Mrs. Jameson sounded desperate as she said, “Yes, please baby, give me your cock. Give me your big cock. Make your wife’s pussy feel good.”

“That’s enough, Dylan,” Mr. Jameson said. “Move back a little and watch me fuck my wife.”

Dylan scooted back a few feet as Mrs. Jameson spread her legs wide and Mr. Jameson moved between them. His knees rested on the edge of the couch cushion as he slipped into her pussy and the moans of the beautiful blonde milf filled the living room.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. Show Dylan how a real man fucks a woman. Show him how a real man satisfies a woman,” Mrs. Jameson said.

Mr. Jameson pounded his wife’s pussy. He gave her exactly what she seemed to need and Dylan watched it all in utter fascination. He watched the way Mrs. Jameson’s cunt lips stretched around her husband’s cock as he pushed inside her and clinged to his thickness as he pulled out.

He relished the sounds of sex as they filled his ears, from the wetness of her pussy to the way his body slammed into hers over and over.

Then he admired the way her pussy gaped open after Mr. Jameson pulled out and sat next to his wife. “Taste her pussy, Dylan,” he said. “Taste her pussy after a real man has fucked her.”

Dylan looked up at Mrs. Jameson and saw a smile on her face. “Be a good boy, Dylan,” she said. “Do as my husband says. Taste my pussy.”

Dylan crawled forward and licked the freshly-fucked pussy. He pushed his tongue inside. He tasted her juices. She tasted a little sweeter than she had before and there was considerably more wetness. He wondered if he was tasting any of Mr. Jameson or if it was simply the liquid that dripped out of his wife.

“Good boy,” Mrs. Jameson said as she ran her fingers through his hair and gripped the back of Dylan’s head. “You’re such a good boy.”

His cock throbbed every time she called him a good boy. He couldn’t help himself.

When she pushed his head away, Dylan felt a little disappointed. He wanted to taste more of her.

“Stay right there, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said as she stood up.

Mr. Jameson moved into position behind her and gently pulled his wife into his lap. She reached down, grasped her husband’s cock and guided it inside her. Every inch disappeared into her pussy as Dylan watched from his knees. He was just a few feet away, giving him a perfect view of the reverse cowgirl sex.

“Do you like watching, Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson asked as she bounced on her husband’s big cock.

He looked up at her and nodded. “I do.”

“I like having you watch,” she said. “I like that you’re on your knees like a good boy and watching my husband’s big beautiful cock fuck my pussy. I like that you’re so willing to do as you’re told.”

“Yes, Mrs. Jameson,” Dylan said. “I like doing what I’m told. I like being good for you.”

Mrs. Jameson reached between her legs with one hand and played with her clit.

“Come here, Dylan,” she said. “Kiss my breasts. Suck on my nipples. Be a good boy for me. Help me cum on my husband’s cock.”

Dylan crawled closer and took Mrs. Jameson’s nipple into his mouth. He closed his eyes and flicked his tongue back and forth over the erect flesh. Her moans sent waves of pleasure through his body. It felt spectacularly good to offer her even a little bit of pleasure.

“That’s a good boy,” Mrs. Jameson said. “Make me feel good. Help me cum. Help me cum on my husband’s beautiful cock.”

Dylan moved to her other nipple and repeated the process. Mrs. Jameson’s moans got louder. She held his head with one hand and played with her clit with the other. A few moments later, she had a loud orgasm.

She released Dylan’s head and he gave her breasts a few kisses before sitting back on his knees. Mrs. Jameson smiled at him and lifted her pussy off her husband’s cock.

“Could you move to your right, Dylan?” she asked.

Dylan moved and watched Mrs. Jameson drop to her knees in front of her husband. Her lips were soon wrapped tight around his cock and she was offering a blowjob.

It seemed clear that Mrs. Jameson was going to suck her husband off. She wanted his cum in her mouth and she wasn’t trying to make it a long, sensual blowjob. She was determined to give him an orgasm.

It took a few minutes, but eventually Mr. Jameson erupted in his wife’s mouth. Dylan watched the other man’s cock throb as he injected shot after shot of hot semen onto Mrs. Jameson’s tongue.

When he was finished she let his cock slip from her mouth and swallowed what she’d been given. “Yummy,” Mrs. Jameson said.

She turned to Dylan and asked, “Did you enjoy watching me suck my husband’s cock, Dylan?”

He nodded.

She reached out and gently caressed his cock, which was still fully erect and in desperate need of an orgasm.

“Did you like that I swallowed his cum?” she asked.

“Yes, Mrs. Jameson,” Dylan answered.

“Women like to swallow for real men,” she said. “We like to swallow for strong alpha males with big cocks. We like to swallow for men that make us cum when they fuck us.”

Dylan’s cock throbbed at her touch. He was certain he’d cum if she played with him for just a few more minutes.

“Women aren’t going to want to swallow for you, Dylan,” she said.

He felt a surge of lust through his loins as Mrs. Jameson’s fingers danced over the underside of his cockhead.

“This little dick of yours isn’t ever going to be capable of making a woman cum like she wants and you’re never going to be an alpha male,” she said.

Dylan was confused by his desire but it was undeniable. He was turned on. Every little thing she said only aroused him more.

She rubbed two fingers through the precum dripping from the tip of his cock and used them to play with the underside of his shaft.

“That’s why you’re going to be a good boy. Isn’t that right, Dylan?” she asked.

“Yes, Mrs. Jameson,” he replied.

She laughed softly and rubbed her fingers over the underside of his cock. Dylan felt his orgasm approaching.

“Would you like a kiss, Dylan?” she asked.

He looked at her lips and at her husband’s cock. He knew that another man’s load had been in her mouth just a few minutes ago.

“Yes, please,” he said.

Mrs. Jameson moved closer. She pressed her breasts into Dylan’s chest. Her fingers continued to delicately tease the underside of his cock. Her lips pressed against his. Her tongue moved into his mouth.

Dylan groaned at the passionate kiss. He groaned as the faint taste of what must have been her husband’s cum filled his mouth.

Mrs. Jameson removed her fingers from his cock just as Dylan felt his orgasm crest. He was about to cum but it wasn’t going to feel anywhere near as good as it should have. He tried to grab his dick and stroke himself through his climax, but Mrs. Jameson stopped him.

“Just let it happen,” she whispered. “Let your cum flow out. Clean out your system without feeling the true pleasure of your orgasm. Be a good boy for me.”

There was no stopping it. Dylan’s cum dripped out just as Mrs. Jameson wanted it to. He still felt completely overwhelmed with desire and yet there was a puddle of cum on the floor beneath his cock.

“You were a good boy, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said before softly kissing him. “If you continue to be a good boy I’ll let you have a real orgasm next time. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Mrs. Jameson,” he said.

“And are you going to be a good boy for me and keep your hands off your cock when you go home?” she asked. “Can you refrain from masturbating until we play again?”

“I can, Mrs. Jameson.”

She kissed him once more and then moved back to the couch to cuddle up with her husband.

“You may get dressed and go home. I’ll get in touch when I want to see you again,” she said.

“Yes, Mrs. Jameson. Thank you,” Dylan said.

He got dressed as Mr. and Mrs. Jameson kissed on the couch. By the time he left it seemed clear they were going to indulge in another round of sex. Dylan couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that he hadn’t been invited to watch. He was hard, too.

He wanted to go home, run to his room, and masturbate to a milf porn video. He resolved to resist, though. He wanted to be good for Mrs. Jameson. He wanted more of what he’d experienced in their living room. He wanted to watch again. He wanted to kiss her again. He wanted to feel her exquisitely talented fingers on his cock again. He wanted it all, so he was going to wait.