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The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the quaint suburban neighborhood. I was walking home, my mind wandering to thoughts of the day’s mundane tasks, when I spotted her. Mrs. Johnson, the lusty MILF from down the street, was sunbathing in her backyard. Her luscious curves, barely contained by a skimpy bikini, drew my eyes like a magnet.

I knew I should keep walking, but my feet had a mind of their own. They carried me towards her backyard, my heart pounding with each step. As I approached the fence, I noticed she was alone, her husband nowhere in sight. Seizing the opportunity, I called out, “Hey Mrs. Johnson, beautiful evening isn’t it?”

She turned, her smiled lighting up the yard. “Why hello there,cupcake. Care to join me for a drink?” I didn’t need to be told twice. I practically vaulted over the fence and plopped down on the lounge chair next to her. She handed me a cold beer and we sparked up a conversation.

It started off innocently enough, just two neighbors shooting the breeze. But as the sun dipped lower and the beer flowed freely, the conversation took a decidedly naughty turn. Mrs. Johnson started running her fingers through her hair, flicking it seductively over her shoulder.

“Honey, you’re looking beefcake,” she purred, letting her bikini top begin to slip off her shoulders. “I’ve been thinking about you, getting myself all worked up.”

I gulped, my mouth suddenly bone dry. Mrs. Johnson was giving me the “you know what to do, boy” look. I knew I should have walked away, but there was no denying the bulge in my shorts.

“That’s a lot of excitement you’ve got down there,” she said with a wink, her eyes locking on my crotch. “Why don’t you show me what you’re packing?”

I reached down, slowly unzipping my shorts to let my hard cock spring free. It bobbed in the cool evening air, a bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip. Mrs. Johnson licked her lips, zeroing in on my throbbing member like a guided missile.

“Mmm, very nice. C’mere, big boy. Let Mommy take care of that for you.” She leaned in, her plump lips engulfing my cockhead. I groaned, my hands coming up to grip her hair as she began to suck.

Mrs. Johnson wrapped her lips around my shaft, driving me wild. She sucked hard and fast, jerking me off as she dowmed on my dick. drool dripped down her chin as she worked me over, taking me deep and gagging on my cock. If the neighbors had been watching through the fence, they would have seen a very lewd sight indeed – the prim and proper Mrs. Johnson deepthroating the neighborhood boy with wild abandon.

Not about to be a passive participant, I grabbed the strings of her bikini bottoms and tugged, freeing her massive, round ass. It jiggled as she moved, the perfect target for my pent-up lust. Mrs. Johnson, never one to turn down an opportunity, raised her ass in offering as she sucked me off, giving me an upclose view of her phat booty.

I got on my knees behind her, my balls pressed against the swell of her ass as I introduced my dick to her puckered hole. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations as intoxicating as Vermont maple syrup on a Sunday morning. Slowly, oh so slowly, I pushed my way inside her tight ass.

“Fuuuuuck,” Mrs. Johnson groaned, the sound muffled by my cock. She began to bounce on my dick, slamming her hips back to meet every thrust. Even with her mouth stuffed full, she never stopped suckling, determined to deepthroat me while I fucked her in the asshole.

I was in heaven. The sight of her ass cheeks rippling with each slap of my hips against hers, the wet pop of my cock sliding in and out of her backdoor, the low, rumbling hum of approval from my mouthful of sex – it was all too much. I began to unload, painting her throat with thick ropes of cum.

Mrs. Johnson gulped down my load, not losing a single drop. She swallowed every last bit, then flipped around to kiss me, letting me taste myself on her tongue. I reciprocated, burying my face between her cheeks and rimming her thoroughly, paying special attention to her yummy asshole. We sixty-nined like a couple of horny teenagers until we were both cross-eyed and spent, a tangle of arms, legs, and sweat-slicked bodies.

The sun had long since set when I finally slipped out of her backyard, my cock still half-hard and dripping with her cum. I knew I’d sleep well that night, sore from the marathon session but satisfied beyond measure.

Mrs. Johnson, as if reading my mind, handed me a matchbox with a wink. “Call me anytime you need a booty call, dear,” she purred before blowing me a kiss. Could I have found a better neighbor? I think not.

As I strolled home, I couldn’t help but wonder what tomorrow would bring. A friendly hello? A booty call? The possibilities were endless, and I couldn’t wait to explore them all. With a cocklike grin on my face and the memory of Mrs. Johnson’s phat ass etched into my mind, I sauntered into the house, ready to catch some Z’s before the next day’s adventure.