A new neighbor moves in next door, a gorgeous busty blonde single mom and her disabled daughter.
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I am a work from home accountant, aged forty-two, of average build and keep fit by walking several miles every day along the many trails in the national park just outside of my rear gate. Despite the proximity of the incredible views of nature and the abundant wildlife, the housing prices have not become exceedingly high. I was not surprised when the home beside mine went up for sale soon after the owner’s death. What did surprise me though was the buyer, a single mother of one.
They had moved in several months ago, a short thirty-year-old, five-foot-four-inch, blue-eyed busty blonde single mom, named Carol, and her daughter. Ameilia, a sweet little girl aged around thirteen or fourteen. A smaller version of her mother she was barley four feet tall and has sky-blue eyes and long strawberry blonde hair, but Her’s is curly as fuck. Long ringlets in a pair of ponytails hanging down her back just begging to be used as reins.
Being a good neighbor, I took a pot of spaghetti and meatballs over on their first night in their new home. Saying to a surprised Carol, it was my way of welcoming them besides; I thought they would have been busy unpacking and would not have time to prepare a nutritious meal. Carol took the pot, lifted the lid, took a sniff, and her eyes widened. She said that it smelled delicious, then thanked me, also saying that she would drop the pot back the next day.
Every time I saw her playing in their back garden, I had to restrain myself from and wait until I knew Amelia was fourteen. Everything the girl wore was revealing, prancing around in tiny shorts, skintight skirts and tube and halter tops a favorite, but something about her was not right. Her mother informed me that Amelia was on the Autism Spectrum and although she appeared normal, Amelia had to repeat her last year in middle school because of her learning difficulties.
Of course I befriended the mother, helping her whether she asked or not. The first time that I mowed her lawns and weeded the garden, she was so grateful, offering to pay me. I waved her away saying.
“There’s no need for that; It’s what good neighbors do.”
Yeah, I was pumping myself up, but it worked a treat. Carol was employed in a dead-end job earning basic wages, since her family lived in another state, she did not have the usual fallback support every single mother needs.
Carol began to rely on me increasingly over the next couple of months; I would give her interest free loans. I bought groceries among other things. I paid for Ameilia’s school excursions. Explaining to Carol. It is important that her daughter does not feel left out. Amielia would be going to high school soon, and fitting in was paramount. I babysat Ameilia whenever Carol had a late shift, picking her up from school where, when she saw me waiting by the gate, the little darling would run up hugging me around the waist. We would walk home, chatting as we went, I always paid close attention to whatever she said, you never know when they might let a little gem of information slip.
Taking little Ameilia on short walks in the national park became a sort of ritual, her child like joy whenever she saw an animal or bird was adorable, she loved seeing them all. Her inquisitiveness had no bounds; the smallest things drew her attention; We would walk hand in hand along the deserted trails.
For Christmas I bought them each a new top of the range cell phone, sneakily putting tracking software in them, so I knew just where they were 24/7. Ameilia was so happy she jumped into my arms, kissing my cheeks repeatedly, until an embarrassed Carol told her.
“That’s enough Millie Moo, let poor David go.”
I smiled at Carol, telling her it was okay, I had often heard her mother calling Ameilia, “Milly Moo.” or “Milka” for short. The first time I heard Carol call her cute little daughter “Milka” I almost came in my pants.
The fantasies I had involved images in my mind’s eye of Carol on her knees before me naked, gobbling my dick. The naughty thoughts flooded my fantasies for months after she moved in. My favorite was of Carol riding my face while sucking on my rampant dick. Once I started thinking about the sexy mother pleasuring herself and me, I never lasted long before squirting jizz into a tissue.
I enjoyed my time with Ameilia, helping with her homework, cooking meals on the ever-increasing occasions that Carol worked late. She loved it when I called her my little princess, her body was developing nicely. Her breasts started to develop when she turned fourteen, large enough that Carol had bought her daughter a brassiere. Now that she had turned fourteen, they have grown and are big, rivaling her mother’s. By my estimate Millie Moo’s tits would have to be a D-cup at least, high school boys are going to flock around little Mille.
My fantasies developed too, now that the object of my desires was getting her tits that I was longing to put my dick between and give her a pearl necklace. I had been dreaming of slapping my cock between her mother’s huge DD jugs since the day she moved in. I could see Carol in my mind’s eye, on her knees, my cock between her huge tits as she bounced up and down, licking pre-cum off my knob before taking my dick, sucking on my tool until it sprays her tonsils with sticky goo.
During the final month that Ameilia would be attending middle school an excursion had been arranged, a five days four nights trip to the state capital. Visiting museums, galleries, and the state mint, I shelled out for the trip. As usual Carol was thankful, saying that I should not have. Waving her worries away, for the hundredth time I told her it is what good neighbors are for.
When she said that she would make it up to me, my interest was piqued. Yes, after her birthday I had designs on her cute daughter, but I was not about to knock back fucking Carol given a chance.
The second night Millie was in the capital; I invited her mother over for dinner, a simple homemade lasagna and tossed salad. I knew that she would accept the invitation because she had commented on the dish more than once. I had just popped a tasty garlic bread into the oven when I spied Carol walking up the path, carrying a bottle of Chardonay.
She was dressed in a short dark-blue wrap skirt, and as she walked up the path, the tops of her fishnet stocking peeked out every now and again. The white blouse Carol wore was unbuttoned to between her breasts, her big tits were nearly falling out of the flimsy material. The only thing stopping them was sexy black half cup bra, I knew it was a half cup because I could see it and her chestnut brown nipples through the sheer blouse.
Opening the door, her perfume hit me like a brick, a sweet mixture of jasmine, orange blossom, and a hint of something I did not recognize. Taking the wine, I ushered her inside, Carol’s heels clicked on the floor, she took a seat at the wide center island in my kitchen. As I poured the wine, she thanked me again for paying for Ameilia’s trip, I had to concisely remind myself not to stare at her gorgeous tits.
We exchanged small talk until the oven timer went off; I took the lasagna and garlic bread to the table where a bowl of tossed salad sat waiting. Sitting opposite Carol so I could perv on her during the meal, I served up a nice slab of the Italian inspired dish, passing it to her. Opening the garlic bread I said.
“I hope you like garlic, I think it’s a must with lasagna, there’s nothing better for cleaning the plate.”
She giggled and said,
“I love garlic Dave; It’s not like I’ll be kissing anyone tonight. Or will I?”
Then she fucking winked at me and stuffed a fork full of lasagna onto her mouth. For the rest of the meal, she was flirting with me. Batting her long fake lashes, licking her bright red lips seductively, all while looking directly into my eyes. I knew she was giving me the come on, my cock was hard, but I wanted to see just how far this big titted mother would go.
I did not have long to wait, as we ate a simple dessert consisting of canned peaches and ice cream. Carol blurted out.
“Dave, I think I will go crazy if I don’t get some cock, it’s been ages since I’ve felt a man’s hands on my body. You have been so good to me and little Millie Moo, that I want you to be the man that ends my drought. My toys are good, but they are not a substitute for the real thing. Please Dave, fuck me, I will suck your cock so long as you can get hard again because I adore the taste of cum, but my cunt needs it just as much my mouth.”
Stunned by her admission that she had just laid on the table, it only took me a microsecond before I reached across the table and took her hand in mine, giving it a gentle reassuring squeeze, answering affirmably.
“Fuck yes, I would have to be crazy or half dead to knock back your kind offer Carol.”
Standing, she slipped the blouse off her shoulders and walked around the table, her big tits held upright by the skimpy bra, those fuck me heels clicking on the tiled floor. I could see her nipples were hard, I could not wait to get them in my mouth. As she approached, I slid my chair backwards, giving her room to slide between my legs. My hands went around her slim waist, drawing her closer.
She stood there while I greedily devoured her stiff teats, moaning as I bit them before sucking on the hard teats. When my mouth was busy on one, the other nipple was being tweaked between my finger and thumb. Carol’s hands were holding me against her body, moaning in a ragged voice, “Oh my God yes.”
Sliding my hand beneath the hem of her skirt I discovered the dirty bitch hadn’t worn any panties; Her cunt was dripping wet; She hitched the skirt up around her hips, I lifted her small body easily up onto the table in front of me. From my seated position I had a perfect view of her sparsely haired pussy, noting the colour, I saw she had trimmed the light blonde hair from her cunt flaps and knew she was a true blonde after all.
Dropping my head I ate her out, sucking on her clitoris, covering my teeth with my lips I bit down on her blood engorged nub. Carol shrieked as my tongue slid down and entered her fuck-hole. I held the lips open, push my tongue in as far as I could, my nose was grinding against her clitty. Carol was grinding back, chasing her orgasm, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me against her leaking hole. A loud groan escaped her throat then she got vocal, and slightly demanding, which I liked.
“Suck my cunt Dave, oh fuck yes, right there, don’t stop, don’t you fucking dare stop, I’m so close, eat my wet cunt you bastard.”
I was doing my darndest to satisfy myself that I could bring her to an earth-shattering climax using just my mouth. My tongue was everywhere at once, flicking her clit, sliding in and out of her slimy fuck shute, I even swiped her puckered rosebud a few times to see what reaction I got. My luck held, she bucked like a fucking bronco when I concentrated my efforts on her tight sphincter. She called me a dirty fucker for eating her ass and told me for doing it she would gladly let me fuck her in the ass.
My cock was tenting in my jeans, I knew it was leaking pre-cum because I was turned on and had been sporting a boner for a while now. Above me Carol started to shudder; Her pussy squirted a little as her orgasm wracked her body; She held my face against her soaked cunt until she calmed down, her chest heaving, her breaths coming in short gasps. When she could talk, she smiled at me, saying.
“Wow Dave that’s the best climax I have had in years, if I knew your tongue was so talented I would have propositioned you years ago. Now it’s your turn neighbor.”
Carol slid forwards off the table landing between my knees, her hands went straight to my belt. She unbuckled it and slid the zipper down. As I lifted my butt off the chair, she pulled down my jeans and boxers, letting them pool around my feet before removing them completely.
Opening my legs wide I gave her access to the prize she wanted, my stiff six and a half inches stood proud, a blob of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Carol bent over and licked the precious gem from the head of my cock, murmuring loudly as she did so. It was my turn to grip some one’s head, I slid my hands through her long blonde hair, twisting it into a pair of balls. I used them to drag her closer, forcing my dick into her hot wet mouth, Carol was like a rag doll, she just moved how and where I wanted that sucking whore’s mouth. She gobbled my dick down, taking it as if her life depended on it. This girl could suck start a fucking Harley; Her talent was that good. Not wanting to cum too soon I pushed her off, stood up, and put my hands under her arm pits and lifted her back onto the table.
Her cunt was at the perfect level for me, pulling her to the edge of the table, I grabbed hold of my dick, and started rubbing the head against Carols’ protruding inner pussy lips. She moaned in a desperate way.
“For fuck’s sake Dave put your fucking cock in my cunt.”
Pushing forward I sank into a pussy for the first time in a couple of years, Carol’s cunt was like a velvet glove only it was warm. I sank my tool all the way in, stopping briefly before pulling back, so only the head stayed in, then slamming back into Carol’s hungry twat again.
Her legs came up around my waist; The horny mother was trying to get more of my cock in. My hips positioned back and forth, the lewd noise of my balls slapping against her ass and her accompanying grunts spurred me on. Reaching for her nipples, I twisted and pulled them punishingly, I could tell Carol was into it because she was pushing her big jugs up at me, continually groaning. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Feeling the familiar stirring in my nuts I reached down and started strumming Carol’s clitoris in time to the thrusts. Her cunt clamped down around my dick, as she screamed that she was cuming again. The combination of having my dick squeezed and Carol’s screams sent me flying over the edge, I shot a massive load deep in her pussy, my hips bucking as the last drops were deposited in my neighbor’s slutty fuck-hole.
Stepping back my dick slid free, covered in her juices and my semen. Carol sat up, grabbed hold of my wilting penis, she started to wank it and asked.
“How long before you are hard again Big Boy?”
“Fuck you are a horny bitch, aren’t you? Well sweetheart with a sexy girl like you, by the time I get you up to my bedroom I’m sure you can get me hard again with that dirty mouth of yours.”
She smiled up at me, lifting a hand, I took her offered hand, pulled her to her feet, in a flash I had picked her up and slung her over my shoulder. She squirmed about, giggling like a school kid as I marched upstairs. In my bedroom I threw her down on the bed, Carol quickly removed her bunched skirt. Throwing it on the floor without a care in the world, she was a picture of loveliness, waiting for me dressed in sexy black lingerie. Fishnets have always been a favorite of mine. I do not know what it is about them; They are just as hot as all fuck. We fucked half the night away; I blew loads in her mouth, her tight ass as well as one more in her slick pussy. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. I must admit that most of the time we were fucking I was imagining it was Millie Moo that my dick was ploughing into, although I knew when I finally got my hands on her, my little Milka’s cunt would be tighter than her mom’s.
Author’s note:
Tomorrow is another chapter; Whether it gets written is up to the comments I receive.
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