The Neighborhood Ch. 02

It must have been taken on a vacation, because it pictured Monica and her husband in bathing suits on a beach, with their arms around each other smiling at the camera. Definitely taken during happier times, Mark thought. He couldn't help but stare at how beautiful Ms. Cipriano looked in the picture. Her long, wavy black hair, olive complexion and generous curves combined to make her a practical goddess. She was easily three inches taller than her husband in the picture and Mark bet she was almost as tall as he was. He put the picture down and headed for the kitchen.

The first thing he noticed in the large kitchen was a hundred dollar bill on the black marble countertop. Damn! Pool cleaning paid well, Mark thought. He put the money back on the countertop and opened the fridge. Spying a couple of beers on the bottom he picked up and popped the top despite the early hour. Taking a long swig he opened the French door leading out to the patio and shut it behind him. He stood for a second and examined the large, Olympic sized pool with attached hot tub and waterfall. It was easily three times as big as their own and he almost regretted taking the job until he remembered the C note waiting for him. He took another swig of beer and went off in search of the pool cleaning supplies.

In the pool side cabana he found the automatic pool cleaner which he attached and set loose to do its job while he began to skim the surface with the long net. Presently, he worked up a sweat so he stopped to remove his shirt and shoes and take another couple of drinks, draining the can of beer. He crushed it and placed it to the side and continued working.

After hurriedly changing and screeching out of her driveway in her white BMW, Vivian dialed her masseuse's number.

"Hello, Hans? It's Vivian, I'm sorry I'm running late, I'm on my..." she stopped in mid-sentence as her masseuse informed her that she was not in fact running late. Her appointment was tomorrow! "Oh, ok. See you then." She hung up the phone.

Damn it! Another missed opportunity! She'd had plenty of time for Kim to return the favor, yet here she still was with that familiar, aching itch in her groin. Over the years she had got to the point where she could ignore it, but with her recent return to the sexual playing field, she found it hard to go too long without some form of release. She squeezed her supple thighs together and tried to ignore her longing. She looked again at the clock and then made a sudden left, almost side swiping the widows Smith during their morning walk. She pulled out her phone and made another call.

"Monica? Hey! Did Mark make it over ok?" She listened as her friend informed her that she was out running errands and was not at home. "Oh, ok. I was just checking. Thanks again!" She hung up the phone and made a right hand turn, then pulled through the gate of Monica's home.

Mark cocked his head for a second. Was that a phone ringing? He listened, but didn't hear anything else, so he went back to his duties. He was finished skimming the surface and the hot tub and waterfall wouldn't take anytime, so he went to get the chemicals from the cabana. As he came out of the storage room, he got the shock of his life. His mother was sitting in a chaise lounge, legs spread, panties bunched around one ankle and her skirt was pulled up above her waist! She was looking at him through heavy lidded eyes as her right hand was busy rubbing her close cropped pussy.

"I'm so sorry dear. What kind of mother am I? I sent you out of the house without breakfast this morning. Hungry?"

Mark's eyes bulged and Defcon 1 was declared in his pants, his cock immediately swelling with blood and stretching along his thigh. Vivian spied the engorgement and began to speed up her rubbing while she sucked on her thumb, making loud smacking sounds.

"While you eat, perhaps I could have some of that sausage? Your sister gave me quite an appetite this morning."

Mark almost fainted he became so light headed. Was mom being serious? He gulped and tried to find his voice.

"Cat got your tongue? I'm sorry, I was hoping to put that tongue to good use," she said. "Guess I'll have to take care of myself." With that she began to plunge two fingers rapidly in and out of her sopping pussy.

Mark still could not form words, but he had the presence of mind to push his tight compression shorts to the ground, step out and walk towards his mother. Vivian admired the length and girth of the glorious cock she had birthed. As Mark came to stand in front of her, the prick twitched and bucked and a fat glob of precum oozed out of the tip. Vivian licked her full lips and leaned forward. She grasped the fat shaft with the hand not already occupied and used it like a tube of lipstick, smearing the viscous fluid over her pursed lips, giving them a glossy sheen. She smacked her lips wetly and extended her tongue, lolling it all around her son's pulsing helmet.

Mark stood with his head thrown back, hands on his hips, enjoying the feel of his mother's tongue treating his dick like an all day sucker. As good as she was, his concentration was broken and he opened his eyes and looked towards the house. Big bay windows overlooked the back yard and while he felt something, Mark couldn't see anything in any of them. He looked down at his mother who was now slapping his cock head against her extended tongue. She winked at him sexily.

"Mom? Monica could come home anytime. Mom?"

Vivian was not listening. She slid the thick cock into her mouth and was slurping and sucking it to the best of her ability. Her pussy rubbing had not slowed down and she could feel her impending climax, so to say she was a bit perturbed when her son pulled his prick out of her mouth would be an understatement.

"Mom!"

"What!" she spat, "What could be so important?! Monica's gone! Now give me my dick back!"

She made a grab for him, but Mark backed up.

"No Mom! What if we get busted? Use your head!'

Vivian sighed long and loud.

"I was using my head! I was using it to give you head! Please Mark! I'm so close!"

Mark stood his ground and began to put his shorts back on, the fabric stretching tightly over his turgid cock.

"Mom, go home. I'm serious. You know it would ruin us all if this got out."

Vivian hung her head in sudden shame and acceptance. Mark was right. What was she thinking, sucking her own son's cock in broad daylight in her friend's back yard? She sighed again and pulled up her panties, then smoothed her dress out. She looked at her son who was examining her closely.

"Don't be mad Mom," he said. "You know I'll take care of you later. Or could Kim, if I understood you correctly?"

Vivian looked at him out of the corner of her eye and could see the slight grin at the corner of his mouth. She couldn't help but grin back.

"You little shit! Your sister and you have turned me into a nympho!" Mark clapped his hands excitedly like a child at Christmas at the confirmation. Limitless pussy! He'd be up to his eyeballs in tits and ass for the foreseeable future! He became aware that his mother was still eyeing his prong like a fat kid in a candy store, so he crammed himself back into his shorts and turned her towards the side gate.

"Get out of here Mom, before Ms. Cipriano comes home," he said as he walked her out. Vivian went reluctantly and turned to him before opening the gate. She grabbed his huge bulge and squeezed it possessively.

"You make sure and bring that big fucker right home when you are finished," she said, her groping reversing the slackening. Mark grinned broadly.

"Yes ma'am!"

His mother kissed him suddenly and passionately, then pulled away and left.

Mark shook his head and went back to skimming the water. Minutes later, he nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice spoke right behind him.

"That's quite a pole you have there, Mark."

Monica never had any intention of leaving the house with Mark there, not after getting a glimpse of what he had lurking in his pants. Hearing the front door open, she had hid herself away upstairs and had been planning a leisurely self-abuse session, spying on the hunky teen through the upstairs window. She had been right on the verge of orgasm, her little friend vibrating away between her splayed legs when her cell phone had rung! She saw Mark's head turn towards the house before she could silence it and answer it, her words coming breathlessly as she talked to her jack-off subject's mother. What was that about, she wondered as she hung up?

When Mark disappeared into the cabana, she was taken aback to see Vivian enter through the side gate and sit down on one of the chaise lounges. When her best friend removed her panties and began to finger herself, Monica suddenly had trouble breathing. She saw Mark walk out, look at his mother, then remove his shorts, his huge cock swinging to and fro as he walked to his mother, who promptly popped it in her mouth. Her vibrator fell from her hand and clattered to the floor, humming away.

Monica's mouth gaped open in shock as she saw her best friend shamelessly toss her mouth back and forth over her own son's dick. No wonder Vivian had been acting different recently! The scene before her explained the skip in her step of late. As Monica watched Vivian cram more and more of the fat sausage in her mouth, her initial shock was slowly replaced by jealousy. Monica had always envied her friend for her two perfect children, but had never imagined this particular benefit! She noticed that Mark kept looking back towards the house, but knew that her presence was undetectable. Her pulse quickened even more when she could tell that Mark was resisting his mother's advances and she rapidly formed a rudimentary plan as she watched the incestuous pair walk out of view. She slipped downstairs, shedding the rest of her clothes as she went.

Mark whirled around and got his second jaw dropping shock of the day. There stood Ms. Cipriano, wearing only a smile and a pair of stiletto, open toe heels, staring at him like he was the cut of the day behind the butcher's case. His capability to form speech deserting him, he merely stood and stared at the lusty vision before him, his already half-hard cock swelling tight in his shorts.

Monica's 40 year old body was flawless. Standing just south of 6 feet, her 130 lbs were distributed specifically to attract attention. Her legs were smooth and toned and seemed to go right up to her neck. They were capped by curvy hips and an ass you could probably bounce a quarter off of. Mark could tell she took pride in her appearance as her twat was neatly trimmed, with just a small landing strip visible. His eyes drew up over her flat stomach and rested on her perfectly proportioned 34Cs. He could tell that some augmentation had been done, but they still hung natural and full, her nipples barely two inches across and as hard as his cock had become. Her long, graceful neck twisted to the side as she soaked up his attention, tossing her long, curly black hair to the side and lowering her black eyes in a sultry stare. Her complexion was warm and olive in color, her skin tight and indicative of someone twenty years younger.

"Like what you see, Mark?" She huskily asked. "I sure like what I see and would hazard a guess that your mother feels the same way."

Mark's mouth started opening and closing like a fish out of water and he struggled for something, anything to say and cover for what Ms. Cipriano must have seen. His fears of discovery were now realized, but Monica's behavior and appearance indicated to him that exposure of the Jordan's family secrets was not her goal. He shut his mouth and waited for the other shoe to drop. Monica walked forward fluidly and stopped just before him, their eyes almost on the same level. She looked hard at him and began to trace the lean muscles of his torso.

"Don't worry; your secret is safe with your Auntie Monica. There is just one thing I need from you." Here it was. "I want the same thing that your mother is currently enjoying. I'm going up to my bedroom now. Don't keep me waiting."

With that she turned and flowed inside, leaving Mark dumbfounded beside the pool. The pool skimmer clattered to the deck from his hands. He took a deep breath and followed her inside.

The cool air of the house felt good against his skin as he walked though the kitchen, following the click of Monica's stiletto heels across the wood floor. He arrived at the foot of the stairs just in time to watch her exquisite ass ascend, his angle giving him a partial view of the pink gash exposed at each step. He took another deep breath and began to climb the stairs. At the top he paused, looking left and right down the long hallway extending the length of the house.

"In here, baby," her voice lilted from his left. He followed and entered the spacious master bedroom. Ms. Cipriano sat at the edge of the bed, her legs splayed wide and her right hand busy between them. She curled the index finger of her left and beckoned him to her. As if he was deep underwater, he slowly walked to her. Monica smiled sexily.

"Don't worry hun. I don't bite....much." When Mark stood like a statue before her, Monica removed her fingers from her pussy and began to roam both sets over Mark's rock hard stomach and muscled chest. He caught the whiff of her sex on her fingers and his nostrils flared, drawing it deep inside. Monica chuckled as she noticed his reaction. She extended that hand to Mark's face and waved her fingers underneath his nose.

"Smell that baby? That's how much I want you. Are you gonna fuck Auntie good like you do your momma?"

Mark nodded his head dumbly.

"That's a good boy, quiet and obedient. Now take those shorts off and let's see how much of that thick fucker I can get in my mouth." Mark pushed down his shorts, stretching them over his turgid length. As his cock cleared its confinement, the length of his tool draped over Monica's face, extending from her full lips to her hairline. He could see her eyes practically cross as they strained to assess his pussy pleaser. Monica extended her wet, pink tongue and flattened it against the underside of his tool. Wiggling it just for a moment, she pulled her head backwards, dragging her tongue along and eliciting a moan from Mark. Reaching the top she swirled her tongue around, never breaking eye contact with Mark, until the tip of his prick glistened wetly.

"So, how long have you been fucking your mommy, Mark?" she asked, then popped his plump knob between her lips and suckled gently while Mark struggled to find his voice.

"B-b-bout a week," he stuttered. Monica's eyes closed to slits and she moaned low in her throat as a glob of cum oozed from his slit and coated her tongue. She sucked and more followed in quick succession. Amazing, she thought, this kid oozes more than my ex could even shoot. No wonder Vivian was keeping this under wraps. Not only was there the forbidden nature of their relationship, but she probably wanted to keep him all to herself. Well, friends share, don't they, Monica thought and then smiled around the mouth stretching giant.

Mark's brain was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as he watched his mother's best friend cram more and more of his tube in her hot, sucking mouth. By now, the shaft was glistening with her spit and was streaked with the remnants of her bright red lipstick. She was moaning like a starving woman deep in her throat, but suddenly gagged as she slid his length a little too far down her throat. When she pulled back off the shining sword, a thick strand of salvia hung from her lip to the tip of his cock. She grabbed it up in her hand and slicked the shaft, then raised her eyes and held his gaze while she caught her breath.

"Does your mommy suck your cock like that Mark?" He nodded his head slowly while she whipped her fist back and forth. "With tits like hers, I bet she does this for you too, hmmm?" She leaned back and spat a glob of saliva between her firm boobs and slotted his tool between them. Wrapping the soft globes around his girth, she raised and lowered them rapidly, setting off ripples across their exposed surface while a wet squish emanated from the junction. Mark again nodded as she fucked her bags with his stick. When the tip appeared at the top again and again, she pursed her lips across his knob and gave it a wet smack. The heat and friction was getting to Mark and he threw his head back moaning. Monica quickly slipped his prick out from between her jugs and spun around on the bed on all fours.

"Not so fast, Auntie Monica needs to get fucked now," she said as she fingered and spread her gash before his saucer wide eyes. Mark shuffled forward to the edge of the bed and fisted his cock. As he ran his hand across her warm, smooth back, he slapped his thick prong repeatedly on her upturned ass cheeks, filling the bedroom with sharp cracks. Monica appraised him with one eye over her shoulder, running her pink tongue over her lips and winking saucily. What a find she had made! She could definitely see dropping a couple of hundred bucks a week to have her "pool" cleaned by the well-hung teen! She reached back and wiggled her fingers below her dripping pussy getting Mark's attention.

"Gimme," she ordered. Mark drew back slightly as her long fingernails scratched his ball sack. Her fingers slid up and snaked around his shaft, tilting it down. Mark pulled back further and allowed her to line them up. Once she appeared to have the angle worked out and her folds were nuzzling his cock head, he began to thrust forward a little bit at a time. Slowly, but surely, he began to sink in, her sugary soft walls fluttering and gripping his passage. Monica removed her hand and returned it to the bed, bracing herself against his slow thrusts. Mark marveled at how tight the older woman was. Her husband had either not spent much time plowing this field or his tractor wasn't very big.

For her part Monica felt like a baseball bat was being crammed into her cunt, but she wasn't complaining. She had never felt so full or so turned on. She could feel every ridge and vein crisscrossing the massive prick as it slid forward steadily before bumping her cervix with only a quarter inch to spare. She slid forward a couple of inches, allowing Mark to slide out slightly, and then she backed up slowly, filling her box again. With nine of his ten inches crammed up her, she experimentally rolled her hips slowly and winced. She was going to have to take it slow if she didn't want to eviscerate herself.

"Are you ok Ms. Cipriano?" Mark asked when she hadn't moved for a few long moments. He could feel her channel grip him tightly and was worried he was hurting her with his big cock, though he wasn't going to remove himself from the heavenly hole unless he had to. Monica again looked over her shoulder and smiled as she noticed his concerned expression.

"I'm fine baby. Just getting used to that big old dick," she said as he relaxed and smiled. "Give me a couple of pumps and let's make sure the plumbing holds up." Mark placed both hands on her hips and slowly drew back halfway, then pushed forward even slower. Monica's shoulders hunched together, and then relaxed when he bottomed out. Time and again he repeated the slow process, each time the passage was easier as her juices flowed and her muscles relaxed. Before too long Mark had settled into an easy, steady rhythm and his lover was moaning and keening from the pleasure she was receiving. His hands left her hips and ventured forward, grasping her swinging breasts. He teased the hard nipples and weighed the firm globes in his palms while their fuck pace sped up. Suddenly Monica pulled all the way off and Mark's prick waved in the air glistening with her juices. She rolled onto her side and extended a long, toned leg in the air.