Serving the Milf Next Door - Part 6 (Patreon)

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“Mrs. Jameson?” Dylan called out as he stepped out of the summer heat and into the air conditioned air of her home.

“I’m upstairs, Dylan,” she replied. “Come to my bedroom.”

Dylan shut the door and tentatively climbed the staircase. Despite everything he’d done with Mrs. Jameson and her husband, he still felt a little hesitant about entering her bedroom.

“All the way at the end of the hall, Dylan,” she said.

Dylan made his way down the hallway and stood in the doorway for a few moments. He saw a piece of black lace lingerie on the bed but he didn’t see the beautiful blonde milf he’d developed such affection for.

“Dylan, there’s no need to be shy,” she said. “Come in.”

Dylan stepped into the bedroom and saw Mrs. Jameson sitting at her makeup table. The lights lining her mirror were on and she looked to be putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She wore a black satin robe with delicate, sexy lace trim.

“Take your clothes off, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said as she looked at him in the mirror.

Dylan stripped without hesitation and Mrs. Jameson spun around on the stool that her perfect ass rested upon. She beckoned Dylan closer.

“Have you played with your cock since I last saw you, Dylan?” she asked while reaching up and running her fingers over his half-hard shaft.

“No, Mrs. Jameson,” he said.

She studied his face for a moment and then smiled. “You’re a very good boy, Dylan,” she said. Her fingers had given him an erection and Dylan couldn’t help but moan as she began to stroke him in earnest.

“Thank you, Mrs. Jameson,” he said.

“Are you going to earn an orgasm today, Dylan?” she asked.

“I hope so,” he replied.

Mrs. Jameson released his cock, stood up, and untied her robe. She let it fall from her shoulders and down to the floor, revealing her naked body.

“You’re so beautiful,” Dylan said as his eyes roamed over her tanned skin.

“You’re sweet, Dylan,” she said.

Mrs. Jameson stepped closer and Dylan’s cock moved between her legs. He felt the warmth of her thighs and the touch of her pussy lips against his flesh.

“Fuck,” he whispered. His cock has never been so close to her pussy.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you Dylan?” she whispered before gently kissing his neck.

“Yes, Mrs. Jameson,” he answered.

Her lips brushed against his and for just a moment Dylan thought there was a genuine chance the beautiful blonde milf next door was going to let him fuck her. He thought they were going to kiss and that she was going to take him into her bed and ride his cock until he exploded in her pussy. He thought she was going to make his fantasies come true.

“That’s never, ever going to happen, Dylan,” she whispered while their bodies touched. “Your cock will never feel the bliss of my perfect pussy. You don’t deserve it. I know you’re young and horny all the time, but you need to realize that your little dick will never be able to please me or any other woman.”

She moved her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy over Dylan’s cock in the process. The harshness of her words was softened by the intense desire Dylan felt as she teased him with her cunt, with the cunt he wanted to be inside of more than anything.

“Tell me you understand that, Dylan. Tell me you understand that you’re never going to please a woman with your cock,” she whispered.

“I understand that I’m never going to please a woman with my cock,” Dylan said softly.

Mrs. Jameson reached back and grabbed his ass with both hands. She pulled him against her body over and over, effectively masturbating his cock with her thighs and her pussy lips.

“Tell me that you understand that your place is beneath a woman, Dylan. Tell me that you understand that your place is beneath me, that you have no business fantasizing about fucking me, that you should feel lucky that I let you see me naked, let alone touch me,” she whispered.

Dylan groaned as his cock continued to slide between her thighs, which were now lubed with his precum.

“I understand, Mrs. Jameson. I understand that my place is beneath you. I understand that you’re in control. I understand that doing what I’m told makes me happy,” he said.

“Good boy,” she said.

Mrs. Jameson released his ass and stepped back. She pointed to the carpeted floor beneath Dylan’s feet and said, “Get on your knees.”

Dylan dropped to his knees and looked up at the blonde goddess standing in front of him.

“You made a mess between my legs, Dylan. I can feel your precum all over my thighs,” Mrs. Jameson said. She reached out, grabbed a handful of Dylan’s hair, and pulled him between her legs as she said, “Clean up your mess.”

Dylan licked his slippery fluid from her thighs, filling his mouth with the sweet taste of precum as he did.

“That’s a good boy,” Mrs. Jameson said. “Clean up your mess and I’ll give you a treat.”

Dylan’s cock throbbed at the idea of a treat. He hoped he’d be given the chance to taste the pussy he was so close to. He cleaned up every bit of his precum, leaving Mrs. Jameson’s free of the sticky fluid.

She maintained her grip on his hair and pulled his head back. “Mr. Jameson is coming home soon,” she said. “And when he does, he’s going to come into this bedroom and fuck his wife. He’s going to pound my pussy after a long day at work, as he does most days. Would you like to watch, Dylan?”

He nodded.

“I thought you might. I want my pussy to be absolutely perfect for my husband, so why don’t you put your tongue to use and get me nice and wet. Show me that you have some value, Dylan. Show me that you’re more than a horny boy with a small cock that’s going to disappoint a woman some day. Show me that you’ve learned how to eat pussy,” Mrs. Jameson said as she pulled Dylan between her legs.

He worshiped her pussy gleefully, licking feverishly with his tongue and spreading his saliva as he worked to arouse her. Dylan wanted to do a good job for Mrs. Jameson. He wanted her wet and ready for when her husband came home. He wanted to be able to watch the couple have sex.

“That’s very good, Dylan. At least your tongue stands a chance at making a girl very happy some day,” Mrs. Jameson said as she stepped back. “Now help me into my lingerie.”

Mrs. Jameson walked to the bed and Dylan stood and followed. She picked up the black lace bodysuit and handed it to him.

“Dress me for my husband,” she said. “Show me that you can be useful.”

Dylan dropped to his knees and helped Mrs. Jameson step into the bodysuit. He stood and pulled it up her legs and helped her fit it over her beautiful, big breasts. She spun around and he adjusted it in the back, ensuring that it looked good for the man she actually wanted to fuck.

“He’s home,” Mrs. Jameson said as the low rumble of the garage door opener signaled her husband’s return from work. “On your knees, Dylan. There’s only one man in this house and it’s not you.”

Dylan dropped to his knees. His heart pounded and his cock throbbed. The last time he’d seen Mr. Jameson he’d given him a blowjob. It was brief, but he’d had the other man’s cock in his mouth and at the moment it was all he could think about.

As Mrs. Jameson had said, her husband came straight to the bedroom upon entering the house.

“Welcome home,” she said before greeting him with a hug and a deep kiss as she deftly removed his clothes. “I missed you while you were gone.”

“I missed you too,” Mr. Jameson said. “Do you think our young friend here missed me?”

Dylan looked up at the couple standing in front of him. The bulge in Mr. Jameson’s underwear was unmistakable and he knew Mrs. Jameson was wet.

“I’m sure he missed watching is fuck,” Mrs. Jameson said. “I’m sure he found it thrilling to see a real man’s cock in my pussy.”

She pulled down her husband’s underwear and freed his long, thick cock. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft and she stroked him as they kissed once more.

“Didn’t you miss watching, Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson asked.

He nodded. He had missed it. He hadn’t watched porn all week, either. He was afraid he’d get too turned on and he’d end up masturbating and disappointing Mrs. Jameson.

“Do you want to watch again, Dylan? Do you want to watch my husband’s cock slide into my tight, wet pussy?” she asked.

Dylan looked up at Mrs. Jameson and nodded as he said, “Yes, please. Please let me watch.”

“Kiss his cock, Dylan,” she said. “Show me how badly you want to watch.”

Dylan looked at the plump, mushroom shaped head of Mr. Jameson’s cock. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have considered what she was asking. This wasn’t normal, though. He’d already had the cock in his mouth. He’d given a blowjob, which was so much more involved than a simple kiss.

He crawled forward until Mr. Jameson’s cock was just a few inches from his lips. He looked up at the beautiful milf next door and her husband. He pursed his lips, leaned forward, and planted a kiss on the head of the cock.

“Is that how you would kiss a girl, Dylan? Is that why you haven’t had much luck at college? Do you give little pecks on the lips when you want to show a girl how much you like her?” Mrs. Jameson asked.

“No, I don’t,” Dylan said.

“Then why would you do that to my husband’s beautiful cock? Why would you give a weak, sad little kiss like that? Don’t you want to impress me? Don’t you want to impress him? Don’t you want to prove how much you want to watch him fuck me? Don’t you want us to invite you to stay in our bedroom while we have sex?” Mrs. Jameson asked.

“Yes, Mrs. Jameson,” Dylan answered.

“Then kiss my husband’s cock, Dylan. Show me how badly you want to watch. Impress me,” she said.

Dylan tilted his head, parted his lips, and French kissed the cock. He moved his lips over it. He moved his tongue over the underside. There wasn’t a tongue kissing him back, but he was making out with Mr. Jameson’s cock.

“That’s much better,” Mrs. Jameson said as her husband groaned. “That’s how you kiss a cock, Dylan.”

Dylan felt a surprising sense of pride at the compliment Mrs. Jameson paid him.

“Now kiss his balls,” Mrs. Jameson said as she lifted her husband’s cock, pulled his underwear all the way down, and exposed his big balls.

Dylan dropped lower and moved towards the older man’s testicles. The hair was close-trimmed and the smell wasn’t all that potent, which made it easy enough for Dylan to offer the same kind of French kiss without it feeling overwhelmingly unpleasant.

“Does that feel good, baby? Is Dylan kissing your beautiful balls like a good boy?” Mrs. Jameson asked.

“Yes he is,” Mr. Jameson answered.

“That’s good, Dylan. You’ve done a good job. You can watch,” Mrs. Jameson said as she led her husband to the bed.

Mr. Jameson got on his back and she pulled aside the strip of fabric that covered her pussy before straddling her husband and guiding his cock inside her.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” she said as the long, thick cock filled her.

“Me too, baby,” Mr. Jameson said as he reached back and grasped his wife’s ass.

Dylan smiled as he considered that he’d been waiting all week for the moment he was witnessing. Every night he’d fantasized about watching them fuck and relived the sex they’d had out by their pool while he sat so close by. Now it was happening again and it was just as beautiful. If anything, the lingerie Mrs. Jameson wore made it even more arousing. She looked absolutely perfect as she rode her husband’s big cock.

“Kiss his balls, Dylan,” she said. “Crawl between his legs and kiss my husband’s balls as I ride him.”

Dylan did as he was told without hesitation. He was too far gone to care. He’d sucked cock. He’d kissed cock. He’d kissed balls. Doing it again didn’t bother him.

Mrs. Jameson’s ass brushed against his head as Dylan kissed her husband’s big balls. She moaned and so did Mr. Jameson. Dylan felt like he was playing a small part in their pleasure and it thrilled him.

“Suck them, Dylan. Suck his balls. Take them into your mouth and run your tongue over them. Pleasure my husband. Pleasure the real man in the bedroom,” Mrs. Jameson said.

Dylan was lost in his desire. His cock throbbed and dripped precum. He could hear the sound of the beautiful milf’s pussy stretching out around her husband’s cock. He didn’t hesitate to suck on the big balls in front of him. He took one in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. He did the same with the other. He sucked. He licked. He even moaned while doing it.

“He’s such a good boy, isn’t he?” Mrs. Jameson asked her husband as she leaned forward and kissed him.

“He really is,” Mr. Jameson said. 

Mrs. Jameson lifted her pussy off her husband’s cock, spun around, and grabbed a handful of Dylan’s hair.

“Suck his cock, Dylan. Suck my husband’s beautiful cock. Take it in that little mouth of yours and give him pleasure. Show him what a good boy you can be,” she said.

Dylan opened wide and took the long, thick, plump cock head in his mouth. He sucked Mrs. Jameson’s juices off of it.

“Deeper, Dylan. Take his cock deeper,” she demanded while applying pressure to the back of his head.

More of the cock disappeared into his mouth as he glanced over and saw that Mrs. Jameson was masturbating. She was turned on by his cocksucking.

“You’re such a good boy for me,” she said. “You’re such a good little cocksucker. You look so good with my husband’s big cock in your mouth, Dylan.”

Mr. Jameson groaned as Dylan’s mouth bobbed up and down on his wet cock. Even if he wanted to stop, he wouldn’t have been able to. Mrs. Jameson had a vice-like grip on his hair and she was directing his mouth like he was little more than a sex toy for her husband to use.

“Cum in his mouth, baby. Give the little cocksucker his reward. Make him take your load,” she said.

Dylan panicked, but there was nothing to be done about it. He tried to pull his head from Mr. Jameson’s cock, but Mrs. Jameson proved to be surprisingly strong.

“Take it, Dylan. This is your place,” she said. “You’ve sucked his balls. You’ve sucked his cock. Now you’re going to take his load. It won’t be the last time, either. This is your place. Good little cocksuckers want big loads of cum down their throats. They want to drink a real man’s seed. Be a good little cocksucker for me, Dylan. Take my husband’s load.”

Dylan stopped fighting as her words wormed their way into his brain. It felt good to do as she told him. He knew it was insane. He knew it was weird. He didn’t care.

Mr. Jameson grunted and the head of his cock expanded in Dylan’s mouth before the cum began to flow onto his tongue. Shot after shot of thick, creamy, salty semen filled Dylan’s mouth. He gagged and some of it spilled out and leaked down the shaft. Dylan caught most of it, though.

“Swallow, cocksucker,” Mrs. Jameson said.

Dylan swallowed the cum in his mouth.

“Lick up the rest,” she demanded.

Dylan licked Mr. Jameson’s shaft and balls, soaking up the rest of the cum with his eager tongue.

As he did, Mrs. Jameson brought herself to a loud orgasm. In the end, it turned out that Dylan hadn’t watched much sex. It seemed that he’d been the entertainment for the older couple.

They cuddled up together as Dylan rested between Mr. Jameson’s legs and looked up at them.

“You can jerk off, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said. “But only if you eat your cum.”

Dylan looked down at his painfully hard dick. Oddly, he found the idea of having to eat his own cum arousing. He licked his fingers, wrapped them around his cock, and stroked furiously.

Mrs. Jameson played with her beautiful big tits for him, closing her eyes and moaning to put on a little show. That was all it took, as Dylan had an orgasm into his hand after less than thirty seconds of stroking.

“Eat it, Dylan,” she said. “I know you don’t want to now that you’ve had your orgasm, but if you don’t eat it you won’t see either of us again this summer.”

That was a far worse fate than eating his cum, so Dylan lifted his hand to his mouth and poured the thick semen onto his tongue. It wasn’t good, but it went down.

“You can leave now, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said. “I’ll get in touch when I want to see you again.”

Dylan got dressed and left. As always, all he could think about was the next time he’d be called over for another kinky adventure with Mrs. Jameson.