German neighbor wants to shoot porn with her boyfriend

Title: “Neighborhood Spice: A Mature MILF’s Casting Couch Dreams”

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm glow over the quiet suburban street. Across from my house, I noticed Mrs. Schmidt, my German neighbor, pulling into her driveway. She stepped out of her sleek sedan, her heels clicking against the pavement as she gathered her designer boutique bags. As she turned to walk to her front door, she caught me staring from my window. A coy smile played across her full lips, and she gave a small wave. I quickly turned away, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.

You see, ever since the voluptuous, yet mature Frau Schmidt moved in next door last year, I had been unable to think of much else. Her striking blonde hair, always styled to perfection, framed a face of wisdom and experience. Her curves, so often concealed beneath conservative suits for her job as a bank manager, left little to the imagination when she gardened or did yoga in her driveway on weekends. She was perplexing, a true enigma wrapped in an irresistible package.

One evening, as I grilled steaks in my backyard, she sauntered over, balancing two frosty bottlenecks of Beck’s beer, extending one to me.

“Good evening, Neighbor,” she purred, her German accent making even the mundane sound exotic. “I was hoping I could borrow a cup of sugar, the zaniga idt.”

Her tight miniskirt hugged her hips, and I gulped, my mind suddenly racing with salacious thoughts.

“Sure…sure, I’d be happy to help,” I managed, fumbling with the grill tongs. “I think I have some sugar, or flour…”

She took a long, slow sip of her beer, her tongue darting out to catch a stray droplet.

“It’s ‘salt’ I was after,” she chuckled, her blue eyes twinkling, “to go with this delicious steak of yours. Perhaps, you would care to join me?”

I could only nod, inviting her to take a seat at my outdoor table. As I prepared the meal and set it before her, I couldn’t help but notice her ample cleavage, the way her hair shimmered as she tilted her head back to laugh at my lame jokes. Over the course of the meal, our legs brushed intimately under the table several times, and I felt my pulse quicken.

That night, as I stared at the ceiling, my mind replayed the evening over and over. Frau Schmidt’s tantalizing curves and sensual moans as she ate were impossible to forget. I felt myself growing hard, and I had to take matters into my own hands, fantasizing that it was her instead.

The following week, I received a knock at my front door. Frau Schmidt stood before me, wearing a sheer negligee, her heavy breasts spilling out the top.

“I thought I’d come collect that sugar I was after,” she said with a devilish grin, “and perhaps, get a taste of somethin’ sweet…”

She pushed past me, her hand trailing down my chest. I knew I’d entered into a risky situation, but I didn’t care. With ravenous abandon, she began undressing me, her hands roaming across my body. She pushed me onto the couch and climbed onto my lap, straddling me. Her breasts brushed against my chin as she tossed her hair back.

“Tell me, Neighbor,” she breathed, her eyes smoldering with intensity, “have you ever fantasized about your MILF next door?”

Just then, the door burst open, revealing Frau Schmidt’s 19 year old daughter, Anika. She took one look at the lewd scene before her and let out a piercing shriek.

“Mutti, what are you doing?” she exclaimed in horror.

Frau Schmidt, unfazed, simply smiled and said, “Oh, hello Liebling…We were just talking about you. I was thinking we could have a little family time, the three of us. You’re of age now, are you not?”

Anika’s eyes widened in shock, but a glimmer of excitement quickly replaced her horror. She approached slowly, her gaze drifting between us. “Idt would be…exciting,” she hedged.

“Have a seat, then, panelinda,” Frau Schmidt encouraged, patting the spot between us on the couch.

Anika stepped out of her sandals and climbed atop the couch, her lithe body pressing against her mother’s. They made out hungrily, a tangle of blonde hair and hands. I watched in awe, my cock straining against the confines of my jeans. Frau Schmidt noticed and slowly dipped her hand down, rubbing me through the fabric.

“That’s idt, my dear,” she said, her tongue dancing along her daughter’s ear, “there are two of you now. Let’s make this a real party.”

I reached out to divest Anika of her sundress, exposing a perfectly toned body and pert breasts. My hands roamed across her adolescence then brazenly copped a feel of Frau Schmidt’s full, mature breasts. She responded with a throaty moan.

“Touch me, Neighbor,” she urged, guiding my hand to the damp spot at her panties. “Anike has nothing to compare me to. Let’s give her a proper introduction to real passion.”

Ah, the hedonistic scene that followed was one straight out of my most depraved fantasies. My young neighbor’s tight body contrasted starkly with her mother’s experienced, generous curves as they writhed in ecstasy. Frau Schmidt moaned loudly as I entered her, giving rise to a competition between the two of them: who could pleasure me the best, the MILF or the teenager?

Their hands were everywhere, stroking, squeezing, teasing. Frau Schmidt’s lips wrapped around my throbbing manhood and Anika’s Hot mouth latched onto her mother’s dripping core. They took turns with tandem oral pleasure that had me forgetting all propriety in the face of my lust. We interchanged sex positions as we each needed to be filled or penetrated, and when I finally came, it was in Frau Schmidt’s ready womb as her daughter lapped up the drips that trickled down her mother’s thighs.

Collapsing in a tangled heap, I could only marvel at how my restrained fantasies had become reality. Through the evening, Frau Schmidt kept up her brazen talk of tape recording our trysts for posting on amateur pornographqueeze sites. That, however, was a “camera shy” moment for all of us at the time! Our real life taboo three-way was thrilling enough.

Suffice it to say, I am still Frau Schmidt’s willing “sugar” to this day…and there are no sugarcoated limits on how we mix it up!