Mrs. Lawson, a neighborhood MILF

I walk up the stairs and open the front door to the Lawson house, the left half of a duplex just up the street from where I live. Of course I don't knock. I know Mrs. Lawson won't mind.

And she doesn't. She happens to be walking toward the front door when I enter. Mrs. Lawson is tall -- a few inches taller than me -- and thin. She's got shoulder-length blonde hair, an athletic body, and tiny tits. She's almost flat. She always dresses stylishly. Anyway she sees me and rolls her eyes. "Hi Jason. Come by for a cup of sugar?" she asks sarcastically.

"Naw," I say. "Just swinging by to see if the neighborhood's favorite dick-sucking housewife was home."

"Well, come on in," she says. "And take off your shoes."

I kick off my shoes -- Mrs. Lawson likes to keep the floors clean -- and she comes over to me and drops to her knees right there in the foyer, like it is the most natural thing in the world. Which for her it is.

I don't need to ask. Her fingers are working my belt buckle, then my zipper. "Eager, hey slut?" I ask.

She grins up at me as she pulls down my boxers and my cock, already hard, smacks her in the face with a "thwack". She licks the underside of my cock from the base to the tip, says, "Your whore's got to earn her keep!" and then sucks my cock into her mouth.

She takes it about halfway, just working it a little and getting it wet with her saliva. She grabs the waistband of my jeans and holds on as she starts to rhythmically bob on my cock.

Just then I hear the door creak open. Mr. Lawson walks in, calling out, "Honey? Have you seen my --". He stops short, taking in the scene: his wife on her knees, diligently sucking the cock that's halfway in her mouth. Mr. Lawson is a big guy, the kind of guy who works with his hands and can fix anything. He played high school football. The kind of guy you normally wouldn't mess with.

"Jason, for fuck's sake, can't you do this somewhere more private?" he asks. He's exasperated and a little sweaty. I think he's been working in the yard.

I grin. "In a minute, Mr. Lawson," I say. "I like to get her started out here." Then to her I say, "Lick my balls."

Mrs. Lawson doesn't hesitate, she just pulls off my cock and heads south. Her tongue starts work on my balls, lathering them. Her left hand slides over to my cock, wet from her spit, and starts to slowly stroke it.

Mr. Lawson doesn't react at all. He just continues, "Have you seen my hedge clippers? I can't find them anywhere."

Mrs. Lawson pulls off my balls for a second to say, "Under the sink." Mr. Lawson heads for the kitchen, and as she's about to resume licking, I say, "Now my ass."

Once again she doesn't hesitate, but instead just shifts under me, her mouth searching for my ass. She immediately slides out her tongue and it circles my asshole in firm, quick licks. Her left hand stays on my cock, stroking it gently. I can see her wedding ring.

Mr. Lawson comes back from the kitchen with the trimmers. He just shakes his head when he sees us, me standing with one hand on the wall to support myself, and his wife kneeling with her face buried between my ass cheeks, and her hand on my erect cock. "Try not to make a mess," he says as he leaves through the front door.

I let Mrs. Lawson work on my ass for a couple of minutes, then say, "Hey, slut, I need to be comfortable." I reach back with one hand and grab a fistful of her hair, then start walking toward the living room. She scrambles after me on all fours. I catch a glimpse of her face and she's smiling.

I sit on the couch with my legs spread wide, like I own the place. She doesn't wait for an order, but just resumes where she left off, her tongue seeking my ass and her hand finding and stroking my cock. My balls rest heavily on her face, covering her eyes. I can see her forehead and just a hint of her eyebrows. "God, you dumb whore," I say. "I should rent you out to my friends."

She doesn't say anything but just continues probing my asshole with her tongue. I hear her moan a little and she tightens her grip on my cock just a bit.

The front door opens again and Mr. Lawson walks through the room. "I'm done out here, hon," he says. Like she cares while she's rimming me. "Gonna get a beer." He heads to the kitchen.

"Great idea, Mr. Lawson," I call after him. "Bring me one?"

I hear the fridge and then the clink of a couple of bottles being opened.

I tap her on the head. "Time to suck it, slut," I say. She responds by licking upwards, keeping as much of my cock and balls in contact with her face as possible, until her mouth reaches the head and she starts sucking.

Mr. Lawson returns and hands me a beer. Mediocre domestic. Typical.

Mrs. Lawson though is anything but mediocre and I figure he should know. "Your wife is a fucking fantastic cocksucker," I say. "And not just because she loves licking ass, man. Like she's a champion vacuum down there. She was really made to suck dick... too bad you never get to experience it."

Mr. Lawson just shrugs and sips his beer. "Doctor says I shouldn't have vigorous stimulation," he mumbles. He doesn't seem too concerned.

I laugh. "Christ, that's depressing. A mouth like this in the house and you can't use it."

"You're telling me," he says. "She used to give great head back when we were dating."

Mrs. Lawson pulls off my cock with a pop. "Still do, babe," she says. "Just not for you."

"Shut up and suck, slut," I say, pushing her head back down. Mrs. Lawson makes a muffled sound of protest, but I keep one hand on the back of her head. She gets the message and sucks some more, while I drink some beer.

I rest my hand on her head and sip my beer for several minutes, while she keeps sucking. She has a good rhythm and is taking it fairly deep, but she knows the drill -- I'm not ready to cum so she isn't going all-out yet. We're just relaxing. Well, I'm just relaxing, she's doing her job.

I finish my beer and set it down. "What a fantastic whore," I say. "She should enter the Olympics or something. Compete for best cum dump."

Mr. Lawson doesn't say anything, but just silently leaves the room, and Mrs. Lawson takes the opportunity to slide my cock deep into her mouth. When the head of my cock hits the back of her throat, she swallows hard and with a popping sort of feeling, she's deep-throated me.

"Holy shit," I groan. I've had her mouth many times but her skills never fail to amaze.

She pulls back and starts to slide forward again when I grab her head with both hands and pull hard, thrusting into her mouth. She's not ready for this and gags when my cock probes the back of her mouth. I pull her off and do it a couple more times in quick succession.

Her hands tightly grab my thighs. I'll probably have marks from where her fingernails dig into the flesh. "Hands, bitch!" I bark.

She puts her hands behind her back and grabs her elbows. I like seeing her like this, and she knows it. "Please..." she rasps. Her voice is a little hoarse from the throat ****.

I shove my cock back in. "Please what? Please fuck your whore face harder? Please treat you like a fleshlight? God, look at you. Your makeup is ruined and I haven't even cum yet."

I grab her head again and I can see her ready herself. She knows what is coming. I start forcefully fucking her face, pulling her to me until the head of my cock is lodged in her throat and her nose is touching my belly. Then I pull back until just the tip of my head is in her mouth. I do this several times, setting up a rhythm, in, out, in, out. She's taking it like the champion she is, swallowing hard each time to get my cock into her throat. Her hands never leave her elbows.

Once I think she's got the pace, I lean back and let go of her head. Mrs. Lawson, to her credit, doesn't slow down in the slightest. She keeps the same rhythm, throating me on each forward lunge.

"God, that's great, slut!" I compliment her. "Keep doing that!"

The pressure is building in me. Mrs. Lawson's throat opening to accept my cock. Her tongue working hard on the underside. The suction on my head... I look down at her, her face a mess, her hands behind her back, and her staring up into my eyes with a look of devotion.

Mrs. Lawson, professional that she is, knows even before I do. My thighs clench and I start to cum, and at that exact moment, she pulls back so that just the barest tip of my cock is between her lips. My hips shake and my balls draw up tight as I shoot ropes of cum into her waiting mouth. I can feel her tongue working the head of my cock as the cum erupts.

Mrs. Lawson doesn't swallow it, but just lets it collect in her mouth as she gazes up at me. Her cheeks puff out comically. When I'm done cumming, she pulls back and opens her mouth for me to see. Her gaze is locked on mine.

I fumble for my phone, which is awkward because my pants are down past my knees. I click a photo for posterity of her mouth full of cum, then say "swallow". Mrs. Lawson swallows in one big gulp, then opens wide for a second photo, proof that she did it. "Good girl," I say.

Mrs. Lawson smiles up at me. "Thanks, Jason," she says. Then she looks down at my cock and sees a little bead of cum on the head. She reaches up and squeezes my cock at the base, moving her hand up to the tip like she's emptying a tube of toothpaste. She leans forward and licks up the cum. She has a look of lust on her face.

I laugh. "Greedy slut," I say.

She laughs too. "Never enough," she says. "I love this stuff."

Mr. Lawson wanders back in. He has another beer. He sits heavily in a chair across the room and turns on the TV, either not noticing or not caring that his wife is kneeling between my legs, cleaning my cock with her mouth like it's her job. Which it kind of is.

Mrs. Lawson leans back and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She's about to get up when I say, "Man, this beer went right through me. Put my dick back in your mouth, bitch, I have to piss."

She wrinkles her nose, then whines, "Dammit, Jason, you know I hate it when you piss in my mouth."

I laugh. "Who asked what you like? And anyway you always drink it, don't you, bitch? I think you must like it a little. Now open up."

Mrs. Lawson sighs and leans forward again. Her shoulders sag a little. She takes just the head of my cock into her mouth, her lips forming a seal around it. I see with satisfaction that she once again grabs her elbows behind her back. She's well trained.

"Good girl," I say, with a little demeaning pat on her head. I leave my hand resting on top of her head. "Don't spill."

I still get a little shy, so I close my eyes, and relax back into the couch, letting it support my weight. I can feel her lips on my cock, but she's an expert and doesn't move her head or tongue so I don't get too stimulated. I focus on the pressure in my bladder, and after a few seconds I release the first spurt of piss into her mouth.

When I hear her gulp, I open my eyes and watch her while she drinks. She has had her eyes on my face this whole time -- she's just trained extremely well -- and is swallowing as it comes. I see a hint of dislike on her face, but also a bit of lust is glazing her eyes. "Good urinal," I whisper. I don't have to moderate my flow, because Mrs. Lawson can handle it easily, opening her throat and gulping to keep up, so I just let it come out. Just like using a porcelain urinal, only a lot less messy.

After a minute my flow stops. Mrs. Lawson, well-trained bitch that she is, sucks hard to get the last of the piss out. "See?" I say. "That wasn't so bad."

She pulls off and licks her lips. "Mr. Lawson," I call out. "Your wife is a great toilet. Like one of those Japanese ones. She should come with a warranty. And she's really committed to her hydration goals." I laugh. He just grunts, he's still watching TV and trying to ignore us.

Mrs. Lawson scrapes her tongue against her teeth. "I still don't really like it," she says. "But it's better than that beer." I laugh at that. She's still kneeling between my legs. I feel spent.

"Thanks, cunt," I say. "You were great today. I was thinking, maybe tomorrow I'd like the two-slut experience. Got a friend you can invite over?"