Yes

He cracked open the bottle of Gatorade and took a long chug. It tasted like it should, no aftertaste. Good sign. He was so thirsty that he kept drinking. He emptied the bottle in moments, slamming it back down onto the little patio table.

Patricia had been watching Dustin mow the lawn through her closed blinds. She watched him inspect the bottle, glad that he found it to his liking. She grinned from ear to ear as he chugged the bottle empty, he only needed to sip for it to work. His eyes kept flicking back to the note on the table as he stood on her back patio. She knew it was time to get ready.

Dustin stood there enjoying the welcome coolness that settled within him. Soon a mellow tingling sensation like a cold breeze spread out from his stomach, radiating to his arms and legs, and the back of his head. Then it was gone. Suddenly he could not take his eyes off of the note on the table, come inside please. He just stood there reading it over and over. He picked up the note, a single sheet of paper with sharpie on it, nothing special. He kept reading it, as though there were some deeper meaning behind the words. Why would I? . . .His mind clouded as he tried to remember. . . Last time she . . . then he lost his train of thought all together. Dustin blinked and looked around, unfamiliar with his surroundings. He looked back at the paper in his hand. Come inside please. He set the paper down and went to the back patio door, it was unlocked.

Patricia sat on her couch anxiously, unsure of how long it would take. She fidgeted and tried not to stare a hole through her blinds. The Milf was giddy like a child on Christmas morning. The back door finally opened, and her prize came walking through her closed blinds. He looked lost, not even registering that she was 10 feet in front of him. After he stood there blankly a moment longer, she had to say something.

“Hello,” She waved a hand at the boy. He simply nodded his head and continued standing there. Patricia was beginning to register just how much instruction he was going to need, perhaps letting him drink the whole bottle wasn’t the best idea. She pointed at her feet and said, “Sit.”

Dustin tried to remember why he came into the room, but it didn’t matter, he needed to go sit down in front of Mrs. Hadley. He walked over to her and dropped to his knees with a thud.

“Good boy,” The damned thing worked! He’s mine! “You know how to keep a girl waiting. Now, we’re going to have some fun, Dusty.”

She could feel the blood rushing to her groin as she thought about what to do first. She had complete control, she had thought about what to do well before hand but now her own mind was blank in the heat of the moment. “Take these off with your teeth.” the milf said, pointing to her bikini bottom. It took the boy a moment to begin, hesitating for just a moment before he leaned forward.

Dustin leaned into Mrs Hadley’s crotch, all of his attention focused on the pair of deep violet bikini bottoms in front of him. Her legs parted as he leaned forward, revealing the barely contained bulge underneath the panties. He opened his mouth and bit down onto the top of the bikini, he could feel the bulge pressing against his chin. He pulled the panties back in a straight line, giving no time for Mrs. Hadley to react. Because her legs were still spread wide open, the panties had nowhere to go, instead tearing loudly down to the left side of her impressive bulge. The boy didn’t seem to notice the tearing at all, continuing to pull back until the piece he had bitten was torn completely and hanging in his mouth.

Patricia’s giant cock sprang out from the shreds of her bikini bottoms, rushing to full attention immediately. She was more surprised than angry that Dustin had simply ripped them apart, instead of sliding them off. It didn’t matter, she was more turned on now than she could ever remember. Her engorged member was pulsing with her racing heartbeat, and the boy from next door still had a piece of her panties in his mouth, looking at her expectantly. She had to calm herself down to avoid plowing his pretty little mouth right there and then. “Lick it.”

Dustin tongued the scrap of panty still left in his mouth, wondering why he would want to do that.

The Milf sighed, “Lick my dick. Use your tongue on this.” she grabbed her raging hardon and wiggled it in his face.

He started at the bottom of her long shaft, burying his face in her crotch. He began to run his tongue up her impressive length, trying to get as much of his tongue onto her meaty dick as he could. Licking it like an ice cream cone, he coated it in saliva in no time, moving his tongue over every inch of her.

Patricia was unbelievably turned on as she watched the boy worship her painfully erect cock. He lapped at it like a dog in his water bowl, and generated almost as much spit. Every time he licked from base to tip her cock would jump involuntarily out of sheer delight. Sparks of pleasure ran down her legs as his breath ran over her spit-soaked member in cooling bursts. He did not stop. He licked and licked, using nothing but his tongue and his nimble body to maneuver around her large dick. She felt a familiar tingling sensation at the base of her cock and had to stop him.

“Stop!” She said, exasperated and more than a little embarrassed that she almost came from his licking alone. Dustin did as he was told, but continued to look at her expectantly. She had to take a moment, calm herself down. She had to look away from the perfect little neighbor boy who sat between her legs, ready to follow her every whim. Just the thought of it made her dick jump once more. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.