To the master bedroom

“What?” you gasp as her hand squeeze your twitching cock, causing you to mutter something incoherent as you considered her words. Evidently the thought of unloading inside your neighbor, or any housewife in the neighborhood or elsewhere, did excite you. Knocking a girl up had never really been on you mind, beyond the avoidance of doing so of course, but your throbbing cock told otherwise, perhaps because this girl, or housewife, is not someone you would have to propose marriage to in order to ‘do the right thing’. You only briefly ponder this, as with blood rushing south your mind struggles to focus on anything but that soft, firm grip, and all you manage is a muttered “huh?” in the end.

“Oh you are a naughty boy, Jake!” she chuckles, adding with a sigh as she fondles your cock and glance down your body, “- a naughty man, really… but sorry Jake, not this old gal!” she say still with that smile on her lips as she stares into your soul, you see a final little flicker in her eyes before she turns her head forward once again and continuing her firm grip around your hard cock drags you on.

Dragging you through the house, your heart pounding and a with a large smile plastered onto your face, you end up the bottom of the stairs leading up, groaning a little as she seemed **** to release your hard member for moment, stroking it firmly a couple of times before ascending ahead of you. A growl, you actually hear a growl as you follow her a few steps behind, your eyes level with her ass, and as your hear her giggle you realize that you had actually make that animal-like sound in response to seeing those swaying hips and strong thighs moving before you, the loose dress giving enough of an illusion that you would eventually catch a glimpse at her no-doubt sexy panties and then those damn legs and her heels tapping against each step.

By the time you reach the top your erection has lost none of its edge, sticking straight out from your body as a spear pointing at Mrs. Clark as you stare at her, a stunned expression on you face, your mind slowly coming around from the shock of this sudden shift in the relationship between the mom next door and you, and now focusing solely on the sex which is with no doubt about to ensue.

“Follow me if you please, Jake…” Mrs. Clark hums as she moves towards a door, the sexy tone of her voice causing your lips to form a little smile on your hungry face as you take a step to follow her.

“Oh, fuck me!” you gasp under your breath as, just before entering the doorway, she reaches down and peels the dress up and over her head, two perfectly shaped globes of her ass trembling as she reveals a black lace thong and a matching bra.

“That’s the plan,” she purrs playfully and disappears into the room, your brief view of her perfect backside over and you have to restrain yourself to not sprint right in after her.

With your heart pounding hard and fast, you peel off your last remaining clothes, the shirt clinging to your sweat-covered skin, and follow Mrs. Clark into her bedroom. The bedroom of the couple next door, your – and your parents – neighbors for the past many years.

“Damn,” you sigh as you see her having crawled onto the bed, on all fours with the cute little ass facing you and sensing your presence it wiggles delightfully, making you salivate at the sight. Only vaguely aware of her giggle as you continue forward, eyes drawn by her upturned bottom, split by that lacy thong.

“Wanna help me get out of these?” she asks innocently as she gets onto her knees and look at you over her shoulder, toying with the strap of her bra.