Be Careful What You Wish For

Feeling lightheaded, Austin staggered back down onto the toilet seat. The mouth wrapped around his dick, never losing contact. If anything, the mouth's owner doubled her efforts, sending the teenager's head back as his hand shot up to his forehead. Wiping his face in disbelief, Austin's brain attempted to wrap itself around how and why one of his most frequent fantasies had come true.

Less than two minutes earlier, Sybil Gettinger had dropped to her knees while reaching out to cup his dangling dick. The cool touch of her hand and warm breath worked like a charm to bring him to full-staff in a matter of seconds. A word wasn't said by either of them as Austin's voice wouldn't work, and Sybil's lips parted as they took in his shaft. For years from his watchful perch next door, Austin imagined in his dreams that Mrs. Gettinger could suck a dick like a champ. Yet, his fantasies underestimated the married woman's talents as she proved exceptionally gifted at giving head.

Watching as his mother's friend slid her luscious, red lips down his above-average cock, Austin couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure and further shock. On her first try, Mrs. Gettinger already went where no other woman had gone before. Despite her incremental progress over the last year, Lacey had never come close to stuffing his whole cock into her small mouth. Her gag reflex thwarted every attempt. Without even a warmup, the older, busty brunette had surpassed his sweet girlfriend. The exploration of previously uncharted territory **** Austin to do everything possible not to explode down her throat already.

Sensing his struggle, Sybil popped her mouth off the teenager shaft.

"Nothing like an experienced cocksucker, huh?"

"Wha...why?" Austin asked between gritted teeth and his struggle not to cum.

"Damn, kid. You've been the starting quarterback for two years. Don't tell me you need a reason for a girl to blow you?" Sybil questioned.

"La-Lacey...only," Austin gasped, finally finding the strength to sit up straight.

"Only...you gotta be fucking kidding me?!" Sybil screeched before remembering where she was at. Glancing over her shoulder at the semi-transparent door, she hissed, "Austin, the whole point of being the quarterback is score pussy, not touchdowns."

"I've been with Lacey."

"Yeah, yeah, she's a cutie, but you're expected to fool around. Please tell me that she's not the only girl you've EVER been with," Sybil stressed, glancing down at his nicely-sized cock before meeting his eyes again.

"Well, uh, no. Another girl blew me before we started dating," Austin replied sheepishly.

"That's all? Shit, if I'd known you were this clueless, I would've dropped to my knees a good two years ago and taught you life's most important lesson: Never turn down pussy," Sybil stated before muttering. "Fuck, I shouldn't have waited for a stupid bet to find this out."

"Wait; what? What bet?" Austin questioned, entirely overwhelmed by the situation.

"Don't worry with that head of yours," she pointed up high before pointing down low. "Worry about who else is going to suck this head after I'm done."

"B-But, you can't. I'm loyal to Lace," Austin insisted, finding the strength to say what he felt.

"Enjoy the fruits of your labors, stud. She's too sweet to be suspicious." Seeing the teen shake his head no, Sybil seriously wanted to scream some sense into him but kept her cool. "Austin, you've got half a school year left to score girls that think you matter more than anyone else. Once you hit college, your rating shrinks among the female population. You need to strike now when you're still the guy they picture when they play with their pussies."

Visions of hot girls at Honey Hollow High danced through Austin's head for several moments until he shook them away. Leaning forward, he tried to move his hands down to his boxers.

"No, this is wrong. I'm with Lacey."

"Of course, it's wrong. That's what makes it hot," Sybil responded, pushing his hands away from his boxers and pants. "Don't tell me that you've never fantasized about me. I've seen you watching me for years."

"Y-You have?" the teen stammered.

"As if you just happened to be awake and looking out your window on the mornings that I go jogging," the brunette snorted. "And I know how much you like to watch when I come over to use your pool with Miranda. I bet you jerk off while peering through the blinds."

"Uh, well, uh..."

"I know that I'm called the neighborhood MILF," Sybil stated, taking his cock back into her hand. "I'm not ashamed to be called that. I love it."

Whatever surprised comeback that Austin planned to say morphed into a moan as Sybil leaned in to run her tongue down his shaft. Leaning back again, she continued.

"I know the stories whispered about me by envious men and jealous women. I can tell you that those stories aren't even a quarter of what I've actually done." Amused by Austin's shocked face, she added, "Oh, I'm the slutty MILF, no doubt about that. And we're going to have so much fun until you leave for college."

"Mrs. GettinGER!!!"

Austin's ability to speak vanished as the mother next-door enveloped his cock again. This go-around, Mrs. Gettinger didn't take him down far. Instead, she took only a small portion of his dick into her mouth while she moved her hands down to its base. Using one hand, she cradled his large testicles. The other wrapped itself around the shaft's lower section. Showing that she understood the concept of teamwork, Sybil began to play Austin like a fiddle. All three components worked like clockwork as Austin found his balls massaged, his shaft pumped, and the uppermost portion of his meat suckled.

As the ministrations found a steady rhythm, Austin drifted off, recalling many of those same moments and more that Mrs. Gettinger mentioned. Those wonderful mornings when the alarm on his phone buzzed him awake. Rolling out of bed, Austin thought he'd been sly when peeking out the window at the pretty picture of Mrs. Gettinger stretching on her front porch. Watching those long, lean legs encased in tight leggings stretch shook the cobwebs from his brain. He'd found that those two firm asscheeks worked better than any coffee to provide the needed morning jolt. Yet, if he lingered too long in the morning, those ample breasts strapped down by Mrs. Gettinger's sports bra would send him back to bed. Most mornings, Austin conjured sexy stories of what his neighbor did on her morning jogs. Occasionally, he dreamed that he went out for a similar jog only to discover her with a sprained ankle and a willingness to reward her rescuer. The most frequent scenario involved the sexy, adulterous MILF diverting her run to enter a house through the backdoor while the clueless wife left for work through the front door.

Another point that Mrs. Gettinger proved correct on dealt with her visits over to use the Rusks' pool. Austin did spy through the upstairs blinds, sometimes **** to jerk off at the overwhelming sight below. What Sybil missed was that those days when he couldn't control himself came not just from her half-naked body but the combination of her and Annette Baris. As the best friend of his mom and his sister's best friend's mother, Mrs. Baris held equal billing in his MILF fantasies with Mrs. Gettinger, a step above Mrs. Stratton. Considering that Beyza's mom was more shameless with her dress and comments, pool days often caused the teen to flee upstairs or stay in the water way past the point of becoming suspicious.

Reverting attention to the present, Austin looked back down to watch in pure delight as Mrs. Gettinger bobbed up and down on his cock. Imagine if I got Aunt Annette to do this too...fuck! This was by far the best blowjob he'd ever received and one that kept him unable to imagine if it was another woman such as Annette, Beza, Lana, or Lacey.

Lacey! Oh, no, no, no! I can't do this to Lacey. She's too good of a person. Austin screamed at himself to do something to stop the blowjob. However, whatever commands his brain sent to his body became waylaid by the amazing feelings they met coming from his cock.

Sybil continued her corruption of her young neighbor. Part of her felt bad for doing this to Miranda's son. But that was a very, teeny tiny part. Hell, if it's not me, then Annette was bound to do it. That woman is worse than me. And if she didn't, his future wife would regret it when Austin discovered that he screwed up by not sowing his wild oats in his youth. So, I'm saving his future marriage by doing this now.

As the ball massaging turned rougher, the shaft pumping pumped faster, and the suckling turned stronger, Austin sensed the tide growing closer. Along with it came his desperation not to fully cheat by flooding Sybil's mouth. Going into overdrive, the moonlighting mother engulfed his cock. As she took him deeper than the first time, Austin squeezed his eyes under the strain. Holy shit! How many cocks has she sucked?!

All but done for, Austin received a reprieve as Sybil pulled back to catch her breath. With the quarterback's spike still in her mouth, she took several breaths around it. The stay of execution might have last a few measly seconds, but it gave Austin the strength to act. As the talented tongue started to swirl around his member again, the teen pushed his neighbor away.

"No, I can't do this."

"Not this shit again," Mrs. Gettinger groaned, slapping his hands away. When he tried to return them to her face, Sybil grabbed his wrists, holding them to each side as she lowered her head.

"No, I--no!" Austin started to protest before he noticed a slight shift in the room's lighting. Looking up, he saw with horror that a shape now filled part of the semi-transparent glass door. The teen couldn't tell for sure who was on the other side, but he knew without any doubt that it was a person.

In his terrified shock, Austin used his strength to pull his hands back to the center and shove Mrs. Gettinger's mouth away from his highly disappointed dick. Only moments later, the sheer terror he felt sent shivers racing down his body. Those electric currents served as the igniter for the stalled launch.

"Oh, fuck," Austin gasped as his pesky penis pulsed.

His attention turned away from the door; Austin watched as rope after rope shot through the air. With multiple splats, they hit Mrs. Gettinger's hair, forehead, eyes, nose, lips, and chin. A final shot landed perfectly on the open spot on her chest, left bare by the undone buttons on her blouse. Never in Austin's young life had he ever cum so much. And the cum that he spewed all over his neighbor seemed to coat more than half her face.

Glancing back up at the door, the teen didn't know if he should feel relief or worry as the person wasn't standing there any longer. Well, if it was Mr. Stratton, he'd be screaming by now. But it wasn't...no, it wasn't because the person was smaller. Small as in a woman! Shit! Please don't be Mrs. Ridge or Mrs. Tissle. They know Lacey's mom. With his hands free, Austin leaned down and grabbed his boxers and pants at the same time, yanking them up as he stood up.

"Fuck," Mrs. Gettinger swore. "If you wanted to paint my face, fucking let me know next time." Already moving around his next-door neighbor, Austin noticed that she'd grabbed a wad of towel paper to wipe her eyes. "Spunk in the eyes, fucking stings, kid."

The kid that she spoke to wouldn't there by the time she opened her eyes. He would already be out the door and down the hallway.

---

"Are you going to sulk the whole time?" Clive challenged. His daughter's boyfriend's behavior had been bad enough before the break, but since returning ten minutes ago, it'd grown steadily worse.

"Ugh, can't we leave?" Austin responded.

"Aren't we starting soon? It's been nearly twenty minutes," Tyrell complained, checking his insanely expensive pocket watch.

"We're waiting on Harvey," Giles responded, making cocktails for Jeff and Fred.

"Perhaps one of the boys can go and see what's keeping him," his brother-in-law suggested, pocketing his watch.

"I suspect he's having too much fun flirting with your wives," Fred cracked, loving the dirty glare that Tyrell shot back.

"No, we can't. Listen, Austin, you're acting rudely to our hosts. Not only does it reflect poorly on your parents but also on me," Clive finally replied after Giles and Tyrell moved away from the bar.

"But this is boring," Austin grumbled, checking the doorway for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes.

"Whine all you like. I've heard worse from my girls," Clive informed him. He flinched as a slap came down hard on his shoulder.

"Ah, raising a boy is a different animal, buddy," Fred proclaimed, acting as a wise old man. His half-drunken state didn't project much wisdom. "You're lucky you only had girls. All you need to worry about is them getting knocked up. Although you got your hands full with that Lana."

"Is that so?" Clive questioned his usual polite tone vanishing. "It seems to me that I did raise a son as well as my two daughters. That's if you consider how much time I've devoted to Finn."

Austin's worried glance at the doorway shifted back to the bar. Uh-oh!

"Huh? Wait, what's that mean?" Fred demanded.

"I think it's abundantly clear to anyone what I meant. When Finn needed an adult to be there for him, you weren't around. Rachel and I were there when he was dealing with losing his mother, and still are when his father runs around chasing women half his age."

"So what do you think, Austin?"

The teen jerked forward at hearing the voice behind him and a woman's chuckle. Fearing the worst, he turned around and breathed out a sigh of relief. It wasn't Mrs. Gettinger but Mrs. Vandermeer and an awaiting Mr. Diamond.

"What?"

"Oh, sorry. I guess you didn't hear us. Vivienne thinks that her son can handle Whitney. I think she's overestimating her son's charms, so I thought we'd ask one of her classmates," Harvey explained.

"Uh, he's older...so, I guess," Austin half-heartedly replied, his attention still drawn to the other conversation.

"He's my son, and you better remember that!"

"What the..." Harvey started to question but stopped when he saw Fred and Clive in each other's faces. "Dammit, not again."

"Do you even know what happens in your son's life? Well, do you, Mr. Father of the Year?" Clive nearly screamed as Jeff rumbled over to nudge him back.

"Yeah, well, who's son was banging--"

"Enough, Fred! That's enough!" Harvey commanded, shoving his childhood friend away from his other friend.

"Don't you dare, Harve," Fred growled. "He claimed to be more of a dad to Finn than I've been."

"And you don't want that competition, Freddie," Harvey declared sternly before softening his tone. "Everyone knows how hard it was after Cassie died, but while you suffered, so did Finn. Without Clive and Rachel, Finn would've continued to suffer."

"Bullshit! I was there for him. I was there!" Fred spat.

"C'mon, Fred. Let's go back and play poker," Jeff suggested, using his bulky body to move Fred away.

"Yeah, whatever." Throwing his hands up, Fred moved toward his table while still fuming. "This isn't over, Stratton."

Rubbing his brow, Harvey took a moment to gather his thoughts. Turning toward Clive, he apologized, "I'm sorry. We all know how much you've done for Finn. Hell, even Fred knows. It's just that this is a hard week for him. He could use a little slack."

"He's not the only one having a hard time this week. Not only did Finn lose his mother, but Cassie's friends all have suffered too," Clive replied as he sought to calm down. "And we've all cut Fred slack for far too long."

"I know. And I'm probably the worst culprit in that area," Harvey nodded. Noticing that his friend seemed to be gathering his stuff, he added, "You're not staying?"

"I think I've had enough for now," Clive said before motioning to another person. "C'mon, Austin. You got your wish."

The teen didn't even wait as Mr. Stratton thanked their hosts for their hospitality. Instead, he raced out of the room. Nearly flying down the stairs, he breathed out a sigh of relief at the empty kitchen. Thinking that he'd make it Scott-free, he almost fell flat on his face when a voice startled him by the front door.

"Leaving so soon, monsieur?"

"Uh, yeah, I am. Thanks for earlier and..." Austin couldn't finish as he didn't know what he was thanking Zarita for and because the maid's uniform somehow appeared even skimpier.

"For pointing out your raging erection?" Zarita queried, a titter in her voice. "I see it's all soft now. Was it good?"

"Uh, I didn't--wait, that was you outside the door?"

"Maybe, maybe not. But all the ladies of the house saw you race by...both times," Zarita winked before her face turned professional again. "May I be of service, sir?"

"Thank you, but no, we're leaving. Oh, actually, can you show us to our coats?" Clive corrected himself.

Despite his feeling awful for betraying Lacey in the bathroom with Mrs. Gettinger, Austin couldn't help but watch as the sexy maid teased him with her body behind Mr. Stratton's back. I bet she could give Mrs. Gettinger a run for her money. If I was single, I'd--but, I'm not single. So drop it, Auss.

Saying their goodbyes to the Vandermeers' maid, Clive and Austin walked outside and into the howling, cold air. Jogging down the walkway and then the driveway, Austin reached the car first. With his hands in his pockets, the teen looked back and could immediately tell that his girlfriend's father wasn't over his argument with Mr. Singer. The older man hardly seemed bothered by the frigid air by the way he slowly stomped over to his car.

Doing that dance one does while standing around and freezing, Austin watched as Mr. Stratton pulled the keys from his pocket and promptly dropped them. Muttering a few choice words under his breath, Clive bent down to retrieve them. Waiting impatiently in the cold, Austin glanced around absentmindedly and saw a man standing in the trees.

Turning his head back to check on Mr. Stratton, Austin's brain registered what he'd just seen. Whipping his head around swiftly with his hands still in his pockets, Austin saw the man again as his feet slid on the slick pavement. Down the teen went, landing hard on his back. The thud sound from his fall and his loud curse alerted Lacey's dad to his fall.

"Austin!" Clive exclaimed, rushing over to check on the teen. "Are you alright? Does anything hurt or feel broken?"

"Just swore, I think."

"You need to be careful in this weather--" Clive started to remind his daughter's boyfriend as he sat up.

"There! A man was standing right there. That's why I fell," Austin exclaimed, pointing to the now empty spot amongst the trees.

"A man?"

"Yeah, he was standing right there...almost as if he was watching us," Austin said, scrambling to his feet.

"A man? Are you sure?" Clive asked, doubting the teen.

"Yes!" Austin insisted, taking several steps toward the treeline.

"Hold on," Clive ordered. Opening the passenger door, he reached into the glove box, pulling out a flashlight. "Let's not go off half-cocked."

Swinging the flashlight's beam at the spot where the teen swore that he saw the man, they saw nothing. Stepping forward, Clive began to scan the woods with the flashlight without actually entering them. Next to him, Austin fidgeted as he checked for the man too. Leery, he even checked behind them.

"I don't see anything. Are you sure?" Clive questioned for the third time.

"Yeah, I'm sure! He was standing right there."

"Okay, what did he look like?"

"Older, I don't know how old, but he had gray or white hair. Skinny too, and his eyes," Austin shuddered. "His eyes felt creepy."

"Creepy?"

"I don't know. Maybe unsettling is a better word."

"Older, you say? Hmm, you sure it wasn't Chief Colburn or Ranger Roger?" Clive inquired, listing the two oldest park rangers.

"Ranger Roger dyes his hair, and the chief is stockier than this guy." Austin rolled his eyes. "Besides, if it was a ranger, wouldn't he have said something? Or check if I got hurt?"

"Hmm, you're right on both accounts. Get in the car; it's cold out here," Clive ordered.

Austin started to think that Mr. Stratton still doubted him, but then he backed the car up, shining its headlights into the wooded area. Leaning forward, they both strained to see anyone.

"Perhaps it was a hiker?" Clive speculated out loud. Even he doubted his own words as to who would be out hiking in this weather at night. As the district attorney, it briefly crossed his mind that man could've been watching him, but he dismissed the idea. Mostly.

As Mr. Stratton slowly drove the car down the winding driveway, Austin looked over his shoulder. Suddenly an idea hit him.

"Stop!"

The car lurched forward as Clive slammed on the breaks.

"Do you see him again?"

"No, but I think I might know what he was doing...look," Austin replied, pointing back to the glass-lined lakehouse. The two could clearly see the others moving around in the second-floor game room from this far away. "Maybe he was watching us up there."

"I don't think you could see much from this distance. And he was too close to the house to see anything from the ground," Clive pointed out.

"Yeah, I guess the ground is pretty flat too. There's no hill or...holy shit! The trees! What if he was up in a tree?"

Clive ignored the curse as he studied the lakehouse and its surroundings. For the first time in the two years that Lacey dated Austin, Clive found himself impressed by the kid's brain.

"You could be right. But the bigger question is why the man was watching."

"Should we call them?"

"I don't have a signal," Clive responded after checking.

"Me neither," the teen added. "Should we go back and tell them?"

"No, we don't want to alarm them or tip off the man. I'll use the landline back at the cabin to give them a heads up. Giles might be involved in something sketchy, and as DA, I best not get too involved."

"Oh, yeah, you might have to arrest him," Austin nodded, glancing back again as the car started forward. A shiver ran up his back as he saw who he assumed was Mrs. Gettinger standing in the window, watching the car.

Oh, man, I hope Lacey doesn't find out...wait, I didn't do anything wrong. Mrs. Gettinger jumped me! Should I tell Lacey? Shit, I don't want anyone finding out. She's Mom's friend--oh, shit, what would Dad say?