The Lonely Next Door Mom

She leaned in close. "What I'm saying is... Sam, I like you. As in really like you. I'm not looking for anything serious. Just someone to be with... in the night. Someone to hold close with."

Someone to hold.

That rang deep inside of him. He wasn't the only one feeling this loneliness and fear of the future. He understood that of Miyu.

Then it vanished, that sad look in her eyes. She mustered whatever resolve and sucked deep, raised whatever walls that exuded the Miyuki Fischer known to everyone else.

"But I'm not forcing you to anything. I know that this is very unusual, but let it be said that I said what I feel, rather than beat around the bush; giving you cryptic signals."

His eyes were down, deep in thought, a serious look in his face. Even then she couldn't help but think he looked somewhat...attractive. Crap, her blood was still rushing in her veins from fingering.

He looked up to her and asked, "What do you had in mind?"

"Wait," a piercing but small light of hope, she tried smothered it, tried not to be held high only to be brought down.

"What do you mean?"

"What kind of relationship do you want?" He gave a small shrug of his shoulder, as if casual.

"Wait, so you mean your- -"

"Open to the idea of a relationship. Yes." He said with a small smile.

"But why? I mean I'm glad, but why?" She implored but her heart was thudding with glee, high in delight.

He scratched his head, "I...sorta get how you feel. I haven't had time to myself much lately. And I realized that when I do, I don't know what to do with that time. Is this going to be like this, for the rest of my life? Bouncing between home and work with not much for anything else." There was a tiredness to his voice that hinted more than just physical anguish but something more.

"Some nights I just wake up and couldn't sleep. My life just feels empty. Lonely," the way he said it, Miyu felt a profound emptiness, a lack of purpose in life. She knew everyone had their own troubles but she had her own to worry about theirs. It seems she was not the only on wearing masks.

"So, yes. I'm open to a relationship of sorts," His smile returned, eyes locking in on hers.

They just sat there in silence.

He was the first to break it, standing up. "We should...we should talk more about this, later after work."

Miyu stood up too and walked closer to him, Sam staggered a step back and then held his ground. Was he afraid?

There was something in her eyes, that for a second there he thought she would cry but that was not it. Her breathing came in fast and so close, he felt it hit him in his face. It was an emotional look, yes. Something of deep longing. Her cheeks were flustered red and he recognized what it was he saw in her eyes.

Desire.

He gulped.

She reached for his hand and pulled him towards the couch. He followed like a meek little sheep.

Miyu pushed him gently to sit down, she went on her knees and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Sam's breathe caught up. He hasn't shaved his groin, he didn't have any interest for any relations in a long while. But that didn't bother her. Grasping his steadily growing dick.

Sam gulped. It had been a long time. Three slow strokes of her hand, the warmth spreading and his penis was immediately fully erect. It curved slightly and Miyu didn't waste time, setting her lips and tongue to work.

Sam's nails dug deep into the sofa. Her tongue was a wet tornado, soft and tickling all the right sensations. The sound of wet boots on mud, the splotching smacking of her lips and saliva against his erect member, he breathed deep.

Sam stared into her eyes as she gobbled down his cock. She was wild and hungry.

She pressed her head further, pushing his penis well into the back of her mouth. Sam sucked his breathe. The feel of her mouth. If she kept going like his, it won't take long for him to release his jizm.

"Fuck! Miyo, slow down! I'll cum!"

A twinkle of mischief flashed in her eyes, and she chuckled, cock still in her full mouth. Even going faster, vigorous. She closed her eyes and savored the taste of his cock. He had just bathed. Still smell soap. She kind of hoped that it would taste dirty. The thought made her own crotch warm and oozing.

"Shit, shiiit!"

His legs bucked, groaning as he unloaded weeks of cum into her mouth. Sam's breathe caught in his chest as Miyu kept on pumping his dick with her mouth, curling his toes. His heart thundered on his chest, blood rushing to his ears.

Miyu made sure he watched, even in half closed eyes. She made a show of her open mouth still have his liquid seed and gulped it down, without hesitation, flashing him a grin.

"That was fun." She purred. Something had unshackled within her. The caring mother's mask was cast aside in this moment. The deviant of repressed desire clawed out of the deepest recesses of her mind, after years of repression. And she was hungry for more.

She smiled that grin of hers.

Was she always this dirty? Sam wasn't letting go without fighting on his own, letting her do all the work. His legs was tired and he felt the edge of drowsiness coming after ejaculation. He fought and forced himself to sit upright.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and guided her to sit beside him.

"Lay down," he said.

"Aren't you tired?" He didn't answer but she didn't stop him.

He lifted her skirt.

"Wait! I haven't showered yet!" The upstanding mother still remained in her, a slight sense of prudence emitted. But the deviant inverted that sensation; the more shame she felt, the more juices flowed through her slit.

It was his turn; her cunt was till sensitive from her fingering. One of his hands groped her breasts as he ravished her pussy. His tongue moved slowly, relishing her bushy groin on the top.

"Oh god...!"

He toyed with her nipples with his fingers and lapped her snatch with his tongue. He inserted a finger in, as his tongue worked laps around her clit, slowly and gently.

Sam's eyes grew wide as Miyu grabbed his hair and pushed him further into her hairy cunt. He obliged putting two fingers in, letting the entire length of his tongue to lick her up slowly like some candy.

"Yeah, that's it. Keep doing that. Don't change it."

And so he did.

Fortunately the music still played. It helped muffled the sounds of Miyu's moans and squeals.

But to Sam they were much more musical, more beautiful. Nothing like making a woman moan. His cock stirred at the sounds. His second wind coming.

It had gotten to the point, whatever civil, formal masks they were torn away nothing but base animalistic desire and pleasure.

He playfully teased her, two fingers insider her, stroking her from the inside. He closed his eyes relishing the taste of her, salty like the ocean, in a way that he couldn't get enough of her flavor. He took it as his cue to keep on the motion of his tongue when her grip feels like she's about to rip his head off. She squirmed, twisting and turning that a way. She squealed like a kitten, one hand groping her breasts, teasing her own erect nipples with both eyes scrunched shut in pleasure.

Her juices intermixed with his saliva, as it overflowed down to his chin. He could have done this for as long as he wanted until

"FUCK! YOU LITTLE TEASE, BURY YOUR COCK INSIDE OF ME!" She screamed at him, face flush red like a tomato, eyes wild.

Sam granted her his cock returning to its erect size once more. And he felt he can last long, warmed up and much in control of his breathing and beating heart.

He grabbed her by the ankles, pushing deep into her easily, her wet channels sliding his member inside.

Warm, so warm.

He pulled back, enjoying the feel of her moist crevice, gripping him. Putting his pelvis into the motion, he rammed her deep.

"JEESUS! HARDER!"

Sam poured all of his pent up desire all that sealed within for months without form of release. She grabbed hold of her tits, damn near tearing the fabric away, only settling with raising her blouse halfway through, revealing busty titties upheld by a bra that he couldn't hold fill his hands on them. Soft and plump to the touch

"GOD, MIYU! Fuck! You feel so good!" he dropped her ankles, opting for her juicy breasts, watching them shake and jiggle with each vibration of his thrusts.

Miyu had devolved into a creature of heat and senselessness, her vocabulary limited to only, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" or "GOD YES! YES GOD!"

He flipped her over, her shapely ass towards him, he couldn't resist slapping that ass, watching the flesh jiggle, and one hand gripped her hair by the clumps, pulling her back.

"Aaagh!" Pain and pleasure both as she was being degraded by her neighbor, the feeling of his dick inside her, washed away the depressing loneliness. Nothing but bright, primal passion.

"Fuck yeah, YES!"

Her breathing came in fast, face completely flushed red like tomato, eyes scrunched up. He was beyond the point of caring as he pumped his enraged cock inside of her.

He grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her to an upright position on the couch and holding her there, their bodies parallel to one another. Miyu's flesh rumbled and quaked with each tumultuous thrust of his hips

They turned to face the wall, Miyu plastered against it as Sam railed her from behind. He pistoned his raging penis into her pussy, pressing her, making her turn her head sideways. Sam looked into her eyes and Miyu looked into him.

"I want your cum, come inside of me!"

Loss of control and a sense of everything else, as the pressure deep in the base of his groin mounted. He thrashed into her, animalistic guttural groans coming from him. He gripped her tightly, leaving his mark on her fair winter skin, biting down on her nape as he nearing release.

"AAH! AHHH! AAAHH! GOD!" Miyu's eyes rolled back, her cunt was a wet mess, a helpless slave to the pleasure it brought upon her, losing control over every decency in her mind and body

"OH GOD! I-IM CUMMING! FUuuCK!"

Sam exploded inside of her, pumping his seed deep inside. Deep thrust in each spew as he gritted his teeth, the warmness inside of her intoxicating.

They collapsed unto the couch.

She lay her head atop his arm. While his other hand played around a spot on her lower back, just above her ass, caressing her there. He nibbled lightly on her ear lobe and he couldn't help but smile. A slow warmth returned to her groin, a light tingling. She turned to face him, a smile was on his lips as they went for another kiss, she can't help but feel like a teenager, laughing and smiling, making out on the sofa.

"That...was amazing..." he said in between breathes.

Something clicked in Miyu's mind. Something they both forgot.

"Wait, aren't you going to be late?"

The smile vanished, followed with a panic. His spent legs somewhat found an energy fueled by fear. Crap, crap, crap!

"Later, ...we'll talk okay?" he said, tucking his spent member back in his pants. He tried to smooth every crease of his clothes, making it as presentable as possible and make it look as if he didn't had wild sex.

She laughed, still unable to get up. Her legs were weak from the railing he gave her. Miyu gave him a smile, "Later, now go"

Sam gave her one of those smiles of his, goofy with the dimples showing. Miyu couldn't help but giggle at that.

"Bye," He said, a new life blossoming into his eyes.

"Bye, for now." Miyu bid farewell as he rushed out of the door.

Miyu kept on smiling, her body ached but in a good way, she felt alive. She pumped her fists in the air in triumph.

Finally got some.

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