Story 31 #3
But, just as he set about to cleaning up the white mess on his lap… there came a dull vibration from the phone. A little alert notification. Now, it could’ve been a new email. A text from a friend. A notification from a game. Any number of things.
However, something told Steven it wasn’t any of those things. No, in his mind, it could only be one, singular thing.
So, as his trembling hand flipped the phone over…
“Oh god…” He groaned, seeing the GET PHUCKED message notification. “Should I even open it??”
Most likely just a scolding message. Or a quick funny, “Wait until I tell your mother!” Or maybe, worse yet, a little “You’re just like your perverted, scummy dad…”
“Oh, what the hell…” He shrugged, opening it up.
And then, with only one eye turned to the phone, he read the reply:
Why don’t you come over and ask me for a cordless portable sander tomorrow, Steven.
***
Things like that weren’t supposed to happen, Steven thought. The confused lad shook his head, stepping to the kitchen sink for a quick washing of the hands. It was the next day in the afternoon. A nice, sunny day with some birds chirping and the sound of a distant lawn mower cutting through a patch of grass somewhere down the road a bit. Your standard, stereotypical ‘perfect day’ kind of weather and atmosphere in suburban American neighborhoods.
Matching with your best friend’s hot mom… your neighbor, of all freaking people!
It was wild. Not only that, but to receive a sexy invitation from the gorgeous woman – at least, that’s how Steven interpreted her message. His cock had been at the ready, prodding and fighting to free itself from his pants, ever since the dirty mother sent the flirty message.
Steven turned the water off with a hit from the back of his hand and reached for the paper towels just to the left of the sink.
“What the…” He sputtered, coming to a halt.
For right there in front of him, through the window, and off into Ms. Suckgood’s home… He spotted the beautiful MILF cleaning her front living room. Now, doing a bit of sprucing wasn’t the strange or unbelievable part. No, not at all. It was the attire the beautiful mother had on. A pair of short shorts, the athletic sort that just barely covers all of the ass-cheeks. And a small, slightly longer than a crop-top shirt covering her upper half.
A gasp left Steven’s mouth as Ms. Suckgood turned away from the window and bent over to pick some item up off the floor.
“Is it stuck??” Steven asked aloud.
You see, the MILF had been bent over for a good long while at this point. Much longer than one might anticipate being necessary to grab or clean an object of any size! Not that Steven Stiffstaff was complaining. From his vantage point, he saw the toned cheeks of his sexy neighbor just poking out the bottom of her shorts, in a teasingly, tauntingly, heart-pounding sort of fashion. How the material gripped her ass, holding snug and close. How the young virgin dreamed of sticking his face right between those inviting cheeks. To feel the soft material sliding along his mouth, lips, and nose as Ms. Suckgood lifted and lowered her rump… wow!
Without even realizing it, Steven’s hand had drifted to his southern staff once more. Erect, rigid and ready to go. A little pump or two wouldn’t hurt, would it? Of course not… It never does.
“God, she’s so goddamn sexy!” He bit his lower lip.
What an immense pleasure he felt, seeing the tempting whore right next door – bent over, presenting her ass, just begging to be fucked!
“Ah yes, yes… Hold it right there, sugar,” He moaned.
Well, you don’t always get what you wish for… because in that exact moment, the head of Ms. Suckgood whipped around, peering just to the left of her legs, as her pretty eyes locked onto Steven’s.
Yes, the two of them held a tense stare. Her, still with ass high in the air, and him, still slowly jerking his shaft – as if by reducing the speed, she wouldn’t be able to tell what he’d been doing.
A swirling mixture of eroticism and humiliation seemed to fill the air in Steven’s kitchen. The poor young man didn’t know to respond. After all, it’s not every day your best friend’s mom catches you jacking off through her living room window.
But, the MILF was apparently an astute teacher with an ability to read the situation quite well. For she held up one finger, before wagging it from side to side in a stern No, No gesture.
“Me?” Steven pointed at himself, and then looked over each of his shoulders.
Ms. Suckgood simply nodded.
At this point, Steven very slowly, and super carefully, extracted his hand from his pants. Heh, that wasn’t conspicuous or anything, the narrator laughed.
This action put a smile on the face of Ms. Suckgood. And, with no time at all passing by, she then pointed to her front door and gave Steven a teasing nod.
Once again, he pointed at his own chest.
The MILF reaffirmed her meaning by giving her ass a little shake and jiggle, followed by a quick nod of her head.
When the dimwitted Steven stood motionless, totally flabbergasted by the situation… Ms. Suckgood gave one gesture that could hardly be mistaken for much else. Namely that of a stern smack upon her ass. Just the place Steven wished to plant a smooch. To touch a girl, any at all, but one as sexy as Ms. Suckgood?! That kind of thing only happened in a virgin’s literal wet dream.
“Well,” Steven gulped. “I guess it’s time to go ask for that cordless power sand-blaster…”
***
His heart aflutter, his mind racing, and of course… his pecker throbbing – Steven approached the front door of Ms. Suckgood’s home. Feeling much the same way his father must’ve felt during so many trips there, over so many years, to the same destination. The joy, the rush of excitement, the delightfully sinful anticipation of witnessing that gorgeous MILF open up the door to reveal her pretty features.
Only for Steven, this time at least, he had a good suspicion the hot mother wanted to do something dirty to him. Like suck on his willy, for one! Such a prospect had but one result possible. Steven Stiffstaff’s cock dripped clear, liquidy pre-cum, right there in his shorts as he walked up the final few steps.
For him, he’d gone to the door many times himself over the years. Not to hit on the older woman, of course… but to see his good next-door friend. A person who, by the way, had completely escaped Steven’s mind for the time being.
“Fuck, should I turn around…” The young man muttered, looking back over his shoulder.
To be fair, the entire ordeal came off as quite a herculean task for the youthful lad. Being a virgin in his 20s, unaccustomed to being with women, not having so much as successfully flirted with even a few. To go from the shy, nerdy character he was… to now being propositioned by the beautiful, tempting MILF! A sexual goddess.
So, what was he, the virgin dork, meant to do with her? He barely knew how to operate a toaster, let alone finger or fuck a woman!
It was with a head filled with thoughts such as these that Steven raised an arm, preparing to knock on the newly painted door. And also, it was these very same thoughts that made his arm halt.
“Shit, I can’d do it…” He shook his head, beginning to lower his hand. “I’m a damn fool!”
But, as luck or misfortune would have it… fate intervened once more, taking hold of Steven’s life at the most opportune of times.
For the door slowly pulled open, regardless of whether his hand was advancing or retreating.
“What the…” He muttered in a confused fashion, staring at the expanding opening.
What came next nearly caused him to, well, come next!
He first saw the woman’s smooth, feminine bare feet.
Another gulp occupied Steven’s throat, while his eyes scanned upward. Higher and higher up those flawless legs, seeing the toned calves and athletic thighs. He couldn’t help but wonder how long they could go while squat-fucking him. Bouncing up and down on his hard dick. With legs like those, she could ride him like a jockey on the prize-winning racehorse for days on end! Well, maybe not quite that extreme, but let the young man dream a little.
Still, his eyes drifted higher until spotting the short shorts. Very short shorts, indeed. From up this close, he thought they may as well just have been a pair of underwear! The way they gripped her legs, not allowing any space or air to come between the material and her skin. What you might call painted on. Of course, Steven took a quick peek at the crotch region, hoping he might see a bit of an outline of the MILF’s most treasured body part…
“Goddamn,” he snapped his head.
Apparently not.
But, luckily enough, just above the shorts lingered Ms. Suckgood’s perfectly appetizing stomach. Lean and enticing. Her small waist, just right for taking hold of during a good power-fucking… or so Steven thought. She couldn’t have weighed more than 120 pounds, he mused.
And good heavens, going up just a little… He could see the first hints of her shirt. Also a tighter thing that clung to her body like a scared pup clawing at its mother for safe haven. And what sweet, hot sweater-puppies Ms. Suckgood possessed!
“Good lord!” Steven gasped upon seeing the spectacular, perky tits up close.
Now, they weren’t massive jugs or anything, seeing as how Ms. Suckgood was more of a petite woman. Still, they were shapely and pert. A good handful of joy to play with – perhaps even send his tongue over a few times before sucking on the nipples, which poked out against the shirt material.
It was during Steven’s surveying of the milf’s prized body that he heard a soft, but sexy voice interrupt his concentration.
“Get a good look, Steven?” Ms. Suckgood commented.
“Ohhh…!” The young dope fumbled about. And by the time he managed to look up and into his neighbor’s fiery eyes, he could see Ms. Suckgood held a mischievous smile upon her face.
“Oh, umm, umm…” He short-circuited, failing to find a single intelligible word.
“Don’t you have something to ask me for?” She inquired, placing a hand on his forearm.