Test the neighbour

For a fleeting moment, you think you might pass out from shock. Clenching your teeth and digging your nails into your palms helps. Letting out a long breath, you nod at your mother: "Fine mother, I'll think about it seriously. Don't say anything to Missy yet, please".

"Oh how wonderful, I'm certain you will make the right decision, darling", your mother gushes happily. She busies herself around the living room, moving a flower vase here and adjusting a book there. It takes a moment or two until you realize that she is doing it solely for your benefit as your eyes, fully on autopilot, follow the swing of her hemline.

You have never had sexual thoughts about your mother before, so you decide to beat a hasty retreat before things get out of hand. You throw her a quick "bye mom" as you rush back outside.

But you're not here to soak in the sunshine, no. Across the street lives Monica, who used to star in your adolescent wet dreams until you discovered Internet porn. She will be the perfect guinea pig to see how far this rabbit hole goes.

It takes a distressingly long time until her door opens, but finally, there she is. Her hair is wet and she is wearing a short bathrobe - you obviously must have interrupted her shower!

"Hey John sorry you had to wait, I was washing my hair!" Monica explains, stepping to the side so you can get in. You notice that she is wearing shiny electric-blue stockings and heeled sandals. Monica spots your wandering eye immediately. "You like my new shower socks? I actually bought them just yesterday and was breaking them in today when you knocked", she explains.

Oh wow. You didn't specify anything about that. The Doctor must have taken your request quite literally. You hadn't meant to **** women to wear heels and stockings while showering but apparently they now are. Which means that they probably wear them to the beach as well. You make a mental note of scheduling a beach trip in the near future but your throbbing erection reminds you of the real reason you came over.

"Monica, you know", you start, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed. "Uh, we've, well, we've known each other for a long time now and, ah, I-", you stammer around the issue, afraid of making a fool of yourself and insulting her, despite the visual confirmation right there that you live in a fantasy fetish world now. Monica looks at you curiously. "Eh, fuck it", you curse, "Monica, would you suck me off? Please?" you look at her in earnest.

Monica bursts out laughing. "Oh John, I was wondering what was eating you! I don't know why you're suddenly so shy about it, I must've given you hundreds of blowjobs by now", she giggles as she turns around and walks to the back patio. "Can we do it outside by the pool? I don't want to get my couch wet", she says, opening the patio doors. You rush out, unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them and your underwear down to your knees as you hastily plod your butt on the lounge chair. Monica giggles at you in a friendly manner. She kneels at your side, gives you a big smile and, pursing her lips together, gives the tip of your pecker a sweet kiss while maintaining eye contact. You groan out loud from the anticipation. Hands against your thigh, she licks the shaft slowly with long, amorous movements that convey how much she is enjoying this.

Your throat makes strange growling noises.

Monica, still staring in your eyes, opens her mouth and pushes her pink tongue out, swirling it around your head, which quivers in excitement. Her tongue slides down along your shaft, to tickle your balls, before sliding and swirling its way back up.

Your toes curl.

Monica finally breaks the eye contact as she, with one big gulp, swallows half of your shaft, sucking like a vacuum. Her fingers rub your nuts and you can't help but grasp her head in both hands - you might have gotten hundreds of hummers in this world but five minutes ago you were still a virgin and this is far too much stimulation for you to bear. With your entire body trembling, you shoot into her mouth, Monica squealing in surprise. She keeps you in her mouth, letting you unload completely and swallowing repeatedly. Finally, you're finished, your dick starting to soften, so Monica drags her lips up and away, making sure that nothing escapes. She finishes by kissing your softening cock. "There you go John, you must've really been pent up to blow like that", she says, still smiling at you.

"Tha-thanks", you stammer out, completely drained.