The neighbor's son Part II | 2016

Because I got such a good reaction with the last post. I've decided to write more. I need to get it off my chest, because I feel kind of guilty fucking such a younger guy and keeping the fact that I'm screwing someone his age from my son. Though he's got a girlfriend now, we've been regular fuck buddies, though I'm not sure whether he's really interested in me, or if he's doing it because he feels bad for me. I've gotten some requests to post a picture and I'm going to have to decline. I'm not sure what I'd do if my son or his friends saw a picture of me on reddit.

A little bit about me to make it more visual. I'm five foot four, with my blonde hair up on a ponytail. I wear small round glasses and have small breasts. I keep myself in reasonably good shape teaching ballet for extra cash after work. As for Eric, he's a bi-racial boy. His dad was an American GI and his mother is Japanese and he's about five-ten. He was a thin gangly kid when he was in high school but joined the rowing team when he went off to college and so he gained quite a bit of muscle, but he's still lanky.

After we had sex that first day, I decided that I really needed to start taking better care of myself. That morning I shaved my legs carefully and shaved my pussy before work. Getting dressed, I felt a lot sexier than I had in a long while. It's funny how your self image changes as a woman after sex. I was a bit distracted at work, thinking about how hot that last session was, and during my lunch break I had to go to the bathroom to take care of myself.

My coworkers noticed something different about me too, and one of them asked if I had a new guy in my life. It was a bit embarrassing just how obvious me getting laid was. I wondered whether we would be having sex again or whether he'd be interested. I was really distracted during dinner. My son was busy fiddling with his phone so I don't think he noticed anything and after dinner he said he was going out to be with his girlfriend.

Without his cellphone number and too embarrassed to call his parents number and ask, "Can you send your son over? I'm a bit horny" A bit of me was disappointed that he didn't call me. I chide myself for thinking like some love struck schoolgirl. I hear the front door open, my son is home and I sigh thinking that there's no way I'm getting sex tonight. He goes to his room and puts on some loud music. He's probably smoking weed in there. The mother in me thinks that I should go in there and tell him to turn it down and for him to stop smoking weed, but I'm too tired of fighting with me.

Looking out the window, I see Eric walking his dog, taking their dog for a pee before bed. I open my window so he can see me. I can't make out his face, but I hope he's not so dense to not realize why I opened my window. He puts his dog back in the house and in the cool air of the night I can hear him say, "Mom I'm going for a run before bed."

I smile, hoping, just hoping that he's not really going for a run. So my son won't hear the doorbell. I stand at the front of the door in my PJ's waiting for him. Eric walks in, this time shirtless wearing just his running shorts. I look down and see that he's been thinking about this too. I say to him, "We'll need to be quiet. My son is home." He smiled wickedly at me and says, "I'm not the one whose loud."

He grabs me and I realize that we probably won't make it to my bedroom again. He slides his hands up my legs and feels my pussy. He smiles when he realizes that I shaved. We awkwardly make it to the kitchen where he puts me on the kitchen table. I swing my legs over his shoulder and he proceeds to eat me out. At this point I'm glad that the music in my son's room is blaring because it lowers the chance of him hearing me. Though as I get louder and louder, Eric takes my panties and shoves them into my mouth. It feels degrading, but then again, I warned him about not being too loud.

He works my vagina with his fingers and tongue. I want to squeeze my legs together, but he's able to keep my legs forced open with one hand pushing my knee apart and his body pushing against my other knee. I grab at his hair in futility he has it short and so I can't get a good handle on it. All throughout this, my screams are muffled by the panties I have in my mouth. He feels me shudder and disentangles himself from me.

He pulls the panties out of my mouth and we start kissing. I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his hard cock grinding up against me. I whisper, "Oh god I want you so bad," over and over again and he replies, "I've wanted to fuck you since the day we moved here."

I slip off the table to get down on my knees, but he doesn't let me. He bends me over my kitchen table and pulls his shorts down. He pulls my PJ up so my breasts and nipples are pressed against the cool wood and he enters me. He has no subtlety, but I'm so wet it doesn't matter. As he slams his cock into me, he knows that I'm going to scream and his left hand covers my mouth. He leans over and says, "Don't stop sucking my finger." I do as he says, and suck and tongue two of his fingers like I was giving a blow job and enjoy it as he slams into my vagina over and over again. With his right hand, he plays with my clit during the thrusts and bring me to the edge of another orgasm. I plead with him to stop since I feel myself losing control of my body and I'm afraid I'll lose control of my bladder as well. Hearing me beg for him to stop, he does so.

I realize it's a mistake and my ass thrusts backwards trying to find his cock. He looks down at me and says, "Slow down Ms. B. Slow down." He alternates between bringing me to the edge with rapid thrusts and allowing me to relax with a period of slow thrusting. I really hate him now. I wish he would just let me cum. I reach under myself to play with my tits and my nipples are so sensitive I think I could bring myself to an orgasm just by playing with them.

Seeing that I'm going to bring myself to an orgasm. Eric grabs my wrists so I can't play with my breasts and pins them against the table. He thrusts into me slowly. At this point, I realize that I would do anything for him, just so long as he fucks me. He miscalculates at how aroused having my hands pinned on the table is and I orgasm. If I thought the one I had yesterday was powerful, this one made me feel like dying.

I feel my pussy contract around his cock and I wonder why he hasn't cum yet. In my experience when I was much younger, men under the age of 25 usually came really quickly. He allows me to enjoy my orgasm and strokes my hair as he slowly pumps in and out of me. I realize that his thrusting is prolonging my orgasm, though not at the same frenzied level it was before.

He finally lets me slip off the table. At this point I'm exhausted but I want him to cum as well. I open my mouth and start to suck on his cock. It's coated with my juices and it's the first time I've tasted myself mixed with his precum. My pussy is a bit raw so I don't touch myself. He looks down at me as I suck him and I admire his body and wonder just how many other girls have sucked his cock. I play with his balls, and as I do so, he unexpectedly shoots his load into my mouth. "Drink every last drop Ms. B." He says to me and I try, but it's just too much. It overflows my mouth and I feel drops of it falling on my thighs.

As I swallow as much of the cum, Eric picks me up and kisses me. He says, "I need to go now Ms. B." He grabs a pen from the table and writes his cellphone number on my hand and says, "Call me whenever you want me."