What a lovely day.

"What a lovely day!" Kyle said while flipping a pancake in his kitchen, his mind still buzzing from the events of the previous evening. After the steamy encounter in the shower, Kyle went straight to bed without caring for shower, and fell asleep almost immediately. Now, as he cooked breakfast for himself and his parents, the memory of Emma's warm mouth around his cock was like a hot ember, keeping his mind alight with arousal.

"What a lovely day!" Kyle said while frying a sausage, trying to keep the image of Emma's gagging face out of his mind. It was a beautiful Monday morning, the sun was shining, and the birds were chirping outside. His parents were still asleep, which was a relief because he was not sure how he would face them after what had happened. He had always been a good son, and now he felt like a good super-mutant son who has accidentally used his powers in a... less than approved way.

"What a lovely day!" Kyle said while setting up on the front porch, the smell of pancakes and sausages filled the air. It was a peaceful sight, the quiet suburban street just waking up to a new day. But for Kyle, it was a pleasant opportunity to creep on the MILF next-door and her husband without the arising much suspicions. He saw Tom's car in the driveway and reached for the mug of strong black tea, sipping it with satisfaction. Since he was on a summer-break, he had the whole day.

"What a lovely day!" Kyle said as he finished his breakfast, and took the plates to the dishwasher, only to see Tom's car leaving. "An early bird gets the warm," he thought to himself, "Well, the bird is hopefully me, in this case." He took a moment to check himself in the mirror, trying to figure out if his trashy look is a pro or a con today. "Well, it is only one way to find out," he murmured and headed outside to start the day's adventure.

"What a lovely day!" Kyle said as the door of the Taylor's residence opened and Emma stepped out, looking more radiant than ever in a pair of tight yoga pants that hugged her curves. She wore a loose tank top that barely contained her breasts, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showcasing her gym-flushed cheeks.

"What a lovely day indeed!" She reached to grab his cheek for a playful pinch, making his face turn redder than the sunrise. "Come on in, Kyle," she said, stepping aside to let him in. "I think there are some things we need to talk about."

Setting up on the larger couch in the middle of the living room, made Kyle feel a bit nervous. It was not like he expected some kind of talk about his awful behavior, but on the other hand, he really did not want to have a "let's set up some boundaries" type of talk either.

"So, how was your weekend?" Emma asked, her voice light and cheery as she sat down on the couch next to him, her yoga pants stretching slightly as she crossed her legs. Kyle's eyes were drawn to the way the fabric clung to her pussy. For a moment he wondered if maybe he should stop being such a creep, or at least pretend, but the events of yesterday were too fresh in his mind to resist.

"It's all good, yesterday was more fun than I thought it would be," Kyle said, trying to sound casual despite the increasing heartbeat in his chest. "Tell me about you and Tom, have you had fun last night?" Kyle knew Emma prepared some lingerie for Tom, but he wasn't sure if she had the chance to use it. Now, maybe it was too much to ask a wife for her sex life details, but he couldn't help to ask.

Emma leaned back against the couch, "You know that I had to take another shower after you left," she said with a bit of accusatory tone, "I know you released in my throat, but somehow your cum got everywhere." Kyle felt his face getting into easter stone head, "Like, your cum was in my hair, on my neck, it was all over the bathroom. It took me forever to clean up!"

From his head to hands Kyle has send a signal. It definitely looks like we are doing it boys. His hands raised from his knees and landed on the couch cushion, palms down. "Oh, I'm sorry about that," he said, his voice quivering slightly. "If only you swallowed properly and not gagged." Meanwhile his hands moved closer to Emma's thighs, "But I'm guessing Tom didn't notice?"

"Not a drop," Emma said, smiling coyly. "But I did have to wash my hair twice." She leaned closer to him, her breasts pressing against his arm. "You know, I was thinking about you all night," she said with slight disappointment, "It is kinda weird, we didn't even had... well, you know, yet your cock in my throat was the exiting part."

Kyle was kinda out for the last dozen of second since his hand finally found its way to Emma's legs. He started gently rubbing her under knees, feeling the heat of her skin through the tight yoga pants. "Is that so?" He managed to say, "Yea, it so bad."

"I know, right!" Emma didn't seem to notice Kyle being totally not about that talk, "Tom wasn't even close to making me feel like that." She took a deep breath and let it out, "He's a good man, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I wonder if he can ever be that... wild," she said, "Anyway, that is how last night was." She had just seemed to realize the hands on her legs, and she didn't shoo them away, instead her hand went to Kyle's, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You are such a good boy. Do you want to give me a massage?"

Well, it is not like that was his plan, but Kyle wasn't going to turn down a chance to get his hands on her body. "Sure," he said, his voice a little hoarse with desire. He scooted closer and began to massage her legs, his hands moving upward to her thighs. The fabric of her yoga pants was thin and he could feel the heat from her pussy, which seemed to be radiating outward like a siren's call.

"By the way, don't worry about my hands going places, I am quite new, so it's alright if I mess up," Kyle said, trying to ease any potential discomfort she might have. His hands slid up to her waist, feeling the contours of her body, and Emma just chuckled, leaning back into the massage. "You're doing great, Kyle," she murmured.

Well, if I do great, why not go for gold, right? Thought Kyle, his hands moving higher up her legs until he could feel the fabric of her panties. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of her yoga pants, feeling the smooth skin of her pelvis. "It is okay, right?" He asked, looking into her eyes, his own filled with lust and hope.

"Yea, of course it is. Although I am a bit flushed, and if you go any higher, Tom will come home to a very happy wife," Emma giggled, her cheeks turning pink. But she didn't stop him. If anything, her hand that was on his had slid over to his wrist, guiding his hand closer to her pussy. "Just be gentle," she whispered.

"I will," Kyle said, his voice barely audible. His heart was racing as he finally touched her, the heat and wetness of her pussy making his cock throb in his jeans. He began to massage her mound, feeling her legs tense up around his shoulders with every gentle pressure he applied. Emma's breath grew heavier as she leaned back into the couch, her eyes fluttering closed. "Is that... is that okay?" He stumbled over his words, not quite believing this was happening.

"Yes, it is. Just don't... don't stop," Emma panted, her hips rocking slightly against his hand. Her legs parted wider, giving him better access as she grew wetter. Kyle's thumb found her clit, and he began to circle it gently. Emma's moan was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. Her hand tightened around his wrist, guiding him, showing him just how she liked it. The scent of her arousal filled the air, making him dizzy with desire. He leaned in closer, his mouth watering as he felt her panties grow wetter under his touch.

"Can you... put your mouth on me?" Emma looked at him with pleading eyes, her voice a needy whine. "I want to feel it down there, please." Her face was flushed, her chest heaving. Kyle didn't need any more invitation than that. He eagerly pulled her yoga pants and panties up, aided by her legs raising up into the air, but instead of taking them off completely, he stopped around her knees.

"Can you hold them here?" He asked, his voice a mix of excitement and urgency. Emma nodded, grabbing her legs under knees and holding them in the air, her pussy now fully exposed to him. "So, you want me to...?" Kyle's question trailed off as he leaned closer to her glistening center. The sight of her spread out before him was a bit surreal, and was hard to get accustomed to. In fact, his cock was so hard that it was painfully pressing against his zipper.

But, it was the way. Need to make pussy happy, he thought to himself, and with a quick nod of determination, he buried his face in her warmth. His tongue slid over her clit, tasting her sweetness, making her body jerk. "Oh, yes, Kyle!" Emma moaned, her eyes squeezing shut. "Just like that." Kyle felt a thrill go through him at her words. He had never done this before, but he was determined to make her feel good, "Scream my name you sexy MILF!" He murmured into her pussy, the vibrations of his voice making her squirm even more.

"YES!" She gripped the couch cushions tightly, her body arching off the couch as his tongue danced around her clit. "You're doing so good," she panted, her voice breathless with desire. "Don't stop, don't ever stop." Kyle's tongue grew bolder, sliding into her pussy, tasting her fully. He felt her legs begin to tremble around his neck and shoulders. "Oh, oh, oh, KYLE!" she shouted, her back arching so high that her head was touching the couch's back. "I'm going to cum!"

The sudden head lock of her legs around his neck was like a vice grip. Kyle's eyes bulged as she clenched down on him, her pussy contracting around his tongue in a series of spasms. He could feel her juices running down his chin and onto the floor. He didn't care, though. She is moaning my name, yo. Fuck you Tom, you can't even make your wife scream like that. Although, would be ironic if she breaks my neck in the process.

A couple of minutes passed and Kyle managed to break free from her legs. "Wow," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his voice muffled by the taste of her. "You are... intense." Now that the initial shock of the situation had worn off, he was feeling pretty good about himself. He had made a woman cum with his mouth, and not just any woman, but the woman he had been jerking off to for months. So, maybe it was time for the main event. He glanced over at the clock - 8:30am. He had all the time in the world.

"Mrs. Taylor, may I?" He gestured towards his tented jeans, his cock begging for release. "I've been waiting for this moment for quite some time now." He tried to look innocent and confused, although it was pretty hard to do with her pussy juices still glistening on his face. But, Emma seemed to have her inner Stanislavski off, because she just nodded, her legs raising back to her head, and she presented her pussy to him like a trophy. "Come here, sweetie. You were so good to me," she said with a seductive smile. "It's only fair I return the favor."

Awesome! The speed with which he jumped up on his legs, pulled his jeens and boxers down to his ankles, and got back on his knees on the couch was like watching a gymnast at the Olympics. Kyle's cock was standing tall and proud, bobbing slightly in the morning light. "You maybe don't know, but boys get hard when they are around naked ladies," she said with smile and surprisingly good educatory tone. "But, it's okay, it's all natural. And look how pretty it is," she reached with one hand and took Kyle's cock by the tip, smearing her juices and his precum all over his shaft.

"So, when a boy gets like this," she continued, stroking him up and down, "he's ready to make a baby. But, you don't have to worry about it, since I am on birth control." With a deft twirl of her fingers, she had his cock sticky with her juices, and Kyle was about ready to blow his load right then and there. "Usually, you need to wear a condom." Her face got serious, "Promise me you'll wear one next time you do this with someone else?"

Kyle had a barely functional braincell to process that, so he just nodded eagerly. "Good, now... just lean on me," she said while aiming his cock to her pussy. "Let it slide in, I'll help you." With that, she guided the tip of his dick to her entrance, which was still pulsing from her recent orgasm. Kyle took a deep breath and pushed forward, feeling the tight warmth of her envelop him inch by inch. "Oh, oh, oh," Emma's eyes rolled back into her head as she took his length. "You're so big, Kyle," she murmured, her voice thick with pleasure.

"Woooooooow," was the only coherent thing he managed to say as he felt himself fully inside her. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Her pussy was like a velvet glove, so tight and wet, and he could feel her walls clench around him, trying to get more. He began to move, tentatively at first, but Emma's moans urged him on. "Fuck me, Kyle," she whispered, her voice filled with need. "Fuck me like you want to knock me up."

That last phrase of hers seemed to be a bit excessive, and us a highly professional and very expensive shrink will figure out some 30 years later was the begging of a particular kink in Kyle's brain. But right now, Kyle just exploded. His legs and thighs jerked as he shot his load deep inside her. The feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, that for a moment he saw stars. He had never cum that hard before. He had never been inside a woman before, so that was probably expected, but still.

"Oh, Kyle" Her voice broke him from his trance, "How did you like your first time?" Emma's hand was around his head, gently stroking his hair. Her other hand was still around his neck, not as tight as before, but definitely not letting him go anywhere. Kyle couldn't believe it. He had actually fucked his neighbor, and she was asking him how he liked it. "It was..." He had no words to describe it. "It was amazing." He finally managed to get out, his voice still shaky from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"But, is it okay?" He asked, looking at her with genuine concern. "I know it was fast, and maybe not the best, but..."

"Oh, baby, it's fine," Emma reassured him, her voice filled with a mix of lust and satisfaction. "You were so excited, I am surprised you haven't painted my pussy white just on your way in." She chuckled, her hand still stroking his hair as he remained inside her, his cock still semi-hard. "It's okay, really. You're young, and I know you're eager," she whispered, her voice a mix of comfort and seduction. "Speaking about being eager," Kyle suddenly felt his cock being pressed on all sides by her tight pussy as she began to rock her hips against him. "Why don't you go again?"

At that moment Kyle finally realized that his hardon has not disappeared, it was just taking a breather. "Okay Mrs. Taylor," he said, trying to hold back his excitement, "But this time I want to make you cum and scream my name." He started to move his hips, his cock sliding out and in her, getting harder with every stroke. "So, tell me, how to fuck you?"

"Well, at fi-" She had to bite her lip to suppress another moan, "Fuck, you're to big for me," she breathed out, "First, keep the rhythm slow, and deep." She paused to catch her breath, "Then, when you feel me getting closer, speed up and push in harder, okay?" She closed her eyes and leaned back, her fingers digging into Kyle's neck, "It's so weird, how such an innocent boy like you can make me feel so... slutty."

Kyle took the directions to heart, his movements becoming more deliberate. He watched her face for any signs of discomfort, but all he saw was pleasure. He had never been so focused on someone else's needs before, but with Emma, it was easy. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I love feeling you around me."

"And I love feeling you inside me," Emma panted, her eyes snapping open to meet his gaze. "By the way, it is time to-" She was interrupted by a guttural moan as Kyle's cock hit her g-spot. "There! Right there!" She grabbed his hair pulling him down to kiss her, her tongue invading his mouth. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, getting ready to cum again. "Don't stop," she whispered against his lips, "Don't stop and fuck me harder."

Kyle was more than happy to oblige. He increased his pace, sliding in and out of her with a smooth rhythm that made her hips buck up to meet him. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little half-moons in his skin as she pushed him deeper. "Oh, yes," she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. "Just like that." Her voice grew louder, her cries echoing through the house. "Fill my pussy with your baby batter!"

"Oh yea, you slutty MILF," Kyle couldn't help but say, feeling a rush of excitement at her words. "I'm going to make you scream my name." He thrust into her faster, his balls slapping against her ass with every stroke. He watched her face contort with pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut as she approached climax. "Cum for me," he urged her, his voice low and hungry.

"Yes, KYLE!" Emma screamed, her body convulsing around his cock as she reached her peak. Her pussy tightened like a vise, milking him for all he was worth. He felt his own orgasm building again, his hips pistoning into her as he gave her everything he had. "Oh, oh, oh, I'm cumming!" she screamed again, her nails digging into his back.

"Take my load," Kyle grunted, his cock swelling even more as he felt her pussy clamp down on him. He pushed through the pain and continued to fuck her through her orgasm, watching her face contort in ecstasy. "Oh, oh, oh," she repeated, her voice growing hoarse as the intensity of her climax overtook her. "Don't stop, don't stop," she begged, her hips bucking wildly against him.

Finally, Emma's orgasm began to subside, her breathing returning to a more manageable rhythm. She relaxed her grip on Kyle's neck, and her legs slowly slid down from around his shoulders. "You're still not finished?" she asked with a mix of amazement and amusement, feeling his still-hard cock pulsating inside her. "You really are a young bull," she added, stroking his cheek.

"Well, I don't know now, maybe I am too excited," Kyle said with a confused expression, still buried deep inside her. Emma smiled and put her hand on his cheek, "Don't stress on this, baby. It takes a while for a couple to get used to each other's rhythms." She kissed him gently, her tongue teasing his. "Now, let's just make you feel good, shall we?"

Her hand went around his back and landed on his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Fuck me now," she whispered right in his ear, "Just use me like a fuck-hole." The words were like a spark to dry grass, setting Kyle off into a frenzy of thrusts. He pounded into her with all his might, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Yes, yes," she moaned, her nails digging into his back, "That's it, just don't think about me, just cum in me."

Her words were too much for Kyle. With one final grunt, he felt himself spurt his load into her, his cum mixing with her juices. He collapsed onto her, his chest heaving with exertion. "Fuck, that was amazing," he murmured into her neck. "I want to do this every day."