The Suburban MILF Breeder

The Suburban MILF Breeder

A Raunchy Tale of a Teen Serving Hot Housewives

Chapter 1 by hematoma hematoma

You are roused from your tangled blankets at the crack of noon by the loud bang of your mother finally slamming your bedroom door open. You mutter something about five more minutes and she roughly yanks off your blanket. The cold rush of the air-conditioned air over your naked body reminds you that you are not wearing any pajamas.

“Jake!” Your mother snaps, flinching away from the sight of you naked. “Get up! And for god’s sake, put some clothes on!”

You sit up and see your mother averting her gaze. You pull on a fairly clean pair of running shorts and sit groggily on the edge of the bed. You scratch your shaggy brown hair.

“What? What did I do?” You ask, squinting at the sunlight behind your mother.

“Nothing, which is the whole problem,” she says, hands on hips and her otherwise pretty face screwed up with anger. “Jake Able, you are sleeping your life away. High school is over, mister. Most of your friends are going off to college and you slacked off so much you’re stuck here, going to community college. Your father and I are not paying for you to go to Peach Valley Community College. You need to get a job and find a way to pay for it yourself.”

Maybe I’ll just skip it completely, you think, but thankfully do not blurt out. Your mother would go from mad to screaming rage if she knew you were really thinking about giving in completely to the slacker lifestyle. Hey, you’re eighteen. Video games and weed are, like, your things.

“Alright, alright,” you say. “I’ll look for a job.”

“Pastor Luke said he has a custodial job you could handle,” she says. “He has been holding it for you, Jake. You had better go take it before he has to give it to someone else.”

Glorious Light Church is the mega church that your mom has been trying and mostly failing to drag you to for the last two years. She is enamored with the handsome Pastor Luke. You think he’s about as fake as a three dollar bill, but he does have a super hot wife with a huge rack. Maybe she will be around.

“Maybe,” you say, almost to yourself.

“Maybe?!” Your mother snaps. “Mister, you had better—“

“No, I just mean that I have a job offer from Tony,” you say, sort of telling the truth. Your friend, Aiden, said his older brother Tony is always looking for somebody to help with his lawn care business. You know how to mow a lawn and run a weed whacker. Tony is a meathead, but he has always been pretty nice to you.

“Well, I don’t know who that is,” says your mother, picking up loose clothes from your floor and tossing them into your laundry basket. “All I care is that you have money for community college. If you’re going to be staying here rent free while your sister is paying her own way to college then you are going to at least pay tuition.”

“I got it, I got it,” you say.

“And do your laundry!” She snaps, pushing the heaped basket of dirty clothes. “It smells like a gym in here.”

Your mom finally departs and you rise from your bed. You stuff your hand down your shorts and itch your balls. Your hand brushes against your thick cock. You’re broke, no job, your football muscles are already going soft, and your girlfriend has been dodging your calls, but at least you’ve got a big dick going for you.

You saunter over to the window and move the curtain aside enough to peer into the backyard of your neighbor. There are June bugs and leaves floating in the neighbor’s pool. Mr. Clark hasn’t been taking care of the backyard too well either. Maybe Mrs. Clark could use some help. The thought makes your dick twitch. The slender housewife has given you boners since you moved to this house seven years ago. She’s like a blonde actress from another era, always wearing retro skirts, doing her hair up in 1950s style, and lounging by the pool in a teeny-tiny pink bikini.

You sigh, mostly because you’re starting to make yourself horny thinking about Mrs. Clark in her bikini. You desperately need to get laid and Kelly has barely been any help since school let out. You think it might have something to do with her manager at the coffee shop where she works. Chet is a white collar dipshit with a hipster haircut. He has a ten year old Mustang and thinks that makes him cool. Kelly is at least thinking about fucking the guy.

Still, you and Kelly have been dating since Junior year of high school. Maybe you can convince her to hang out. Your mom will kill you if you sit around playing Xbox, but she’ll back off if you have company. Fooling around with Kelly would certainly beat looking for a job.

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