The Neighbour's Son Pt. 02

I caught myself looking in my big floor-to-ceiling mirror as I heard the shower running in my en suite bathroom. Mathew, my best friend's twenty-one-year-old son was in there starting to have a shower.

We had just fucked outside on my deck. I can't say that we made love. It was raw and primal. I hadn't had sex with someone so young. Or more correctly, when I had sex with someone Mathew's age I was twenty myself.

My name is Lynette and I am a very successful businesswoman. Until recently, I had moved out of town when I had embarked on a business venture that, unfortunately, did not turn out as successful as I would have liked.

I am in my mid-thirties and I still think that I am attractive. I have been told that my long legs look fabulous and I love the way they look when I am in heels. My other assets are my natural D-cup breasts. I have often been asked whether I have had some work done to my breasts as they have always been firm and pert. They used to be even firmer than they are now. I suppose that is just a reflection of age as I slowly approach forty-years-old.

I am a very spiritual person. When I connect with people I tend to form deep, empathetic relationships. Some people think that I can read minds. It's just that I can really sense other people's moods and thoughts.

MY BEDROOM

I was wearing a white Wicked Weasel 801 sheer vision one-piece swimsuit. As the name suggests, the sheer vision fabric is slightly see-through. The swimsuit completely covered my front but it was almost entirely backless: there was a pair of thin straps across my shoulder blades that caused the suit to contour nicely around my boobs. The bottom was like a G- string.

Earlier in the afternoon, we had been working in my garden. Towards the end of the work, Mathew had aimed my garden hose at me and I had been deluged with water. Admittedly, I had sprayed him with the garden hose first after he commented that I was pretty hot. I reacted to that comment by giving him a cold shower.

Mathew had responded by gently wrestling the hose from me and pointed it at me. It was my mistake for daring him not to spray it at me. I should have known better: he was only twenty-one after all!

The impromptu shower had caused my sheer vision swimsuit to become completely transparent. It seemed as if the fabric was even more transparent where it had stretched thinly over my firm tits and hairless pussy.

I just stood there in my bedroom looking at myself in the mirror as my gorgeous, young worker was having a shower in my en suite bathroom. He was cleaning himself up after everything we had done in the afternoon. As my swimsuit's fabric had mostly dried out, the evaporating moisture had made my nipples become extremely stiff and they were proudly sticking out under the gossamer material.

THE EN SUITE

I peeled off the thin 801 one-piece swimsuit and stood momentarily to look at myself in the mirror. I am proud of my natural D-cup breasts. They have always been firm and pert and, as I cupped them in my hands, my thumbs grazed my sensitive nipples.

My hand drifted down to my smooth pussy. Two days ago I had received a full Hollywood-styled Brazilian wax. I love my pussy being hairless and I had got waxed a couple of days ago specifically on the chance of seducing my young neighbour.

"Do you like my silky-smooth pussy?" I had asked Mathew earlier as we had fucked outside on my sun lounger. He had been fondling my tits and was unable to speak. He had just nodded his head in agreement. Little did I know, but was taking away his virginity. No wonder he was speechless!

I went to get a fluffy white towel from the cupboard as I heard the water running in the shower. I entered the bathroom and I could see that my young stud was beautifully hard again. I opened the glass shower door and smooched up against his soapy body. I looked up into his eyes as I gripped his hard cock in my small, soapy hand.

"Would you like some more?" I asked as I stroked his hard-on.

"Yes." Was his reply as he bent down to kiss me passionately.

I don't know what my metric height is: I am five feet four inches tall. I realised that Mathew must have been at least six inches taller than me as I reached up to return his kiss.

I have a big dispenser of scented body wash sitting on the soap caddy. I pumped the dispenser a few times and received some soap in my hands. "Here, turn around," I asked Mathew. I started to rub his broad back. I noticed he had a small amount of back hair which the water had turned into a dark colour.

"Mmm," is all Mathew said as I gently massaged his muscles.

"Your muscles seem very tense. I can give you a proper massage. If you like," I suggested.

"Mmm," hummed Mathew again. "Yesss please." He hissed.

I moved around to Mathew's front and started to caress his chest. He had a light covering of curly chest hair which I find incredibly attractive. My hands looked so small against his broad chest as I rubbed the body wash into Mathew's tense muscles.

My left hand gripped onto Mathew's clavicle while my right hand rubbed his chest. I couldn't help but slightly hump my aroused pussy on Mathew's thigh as my breathing slowed.

"Here, let me soap you up," offered Mathew as he moved in behind me. I could feel his hard-on press into the small of my back. He thoughtfully gathered my hair into a ponytail. I didn't want to get my hair wet.

Mathew squirted body wash into his big hands and then started to fondle my big tits. All the men I have been with have loved my large, firm boobs and Mathew was no exception. I looked down to see my tits covered in a thick coating of soap suds as Mathew began to give them a wonderful massage.

Mathew had lowered his mouth down to my left ear as he started to nibble my ear lobe. "I've always wanted to touch these," said Mathew as he moved his grip. He had one arm across my chest which held me firmly against him while his other hand had drifted down to my pussy.

It was my turn to say, "Mmm." I felt weak at the knees as Mathew simultaneously caressed my pussy, nipples and ear lobe. I used my arms to steady myself against the glass wall of the shower. As I pushed back I could feel his hard-on press into me firmly.

I was overcome with these beautiful sensations and my arms became weak. Mathew's relentless pressure pushed me up against the shower glass as his hand continued to fondle my pussy lips.

"Put your fingers in my pussy," I pleaded. Mathew inserted two fingers into my dripping pussy which was slick with a combination of my juices and all the soap. "I'm going to cum soon," I cried as Mathew quickly thrust his fingers in my pussy. His thumb was rubbing the erect nub of my clit.

I began breathing in short, shallow breaths that were sure sign that I was on the verge of an amazing orgasm. My lips and fingers had started to tingle slightly and my whole being was focused on the sensations originating from my clitoris.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," I panted. "OH, F U C K, D O N ' T S T O P." I hissed.

"That's right, Lynette. You've dreamt of this all week. Haven't you?" whispered Mathew in my ear.

"Yes," I hissed. "Oh, Yes . . . I'm CUMMING," I screamed. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" I pleaded as my pussy contracted around Mathew's fingers, squirting my juices over his hand and into the shower stream at the same time.

When I came down to earth I tried, unsuccessfully, to regain my composure. Mathew held me in his serene grip as I remained forced against the shower glass. Even though the glass had steamed up, I could see through it. My fog-free mirror on the other side of the bathroom revealed a wonton image of me being pressed firmly against the transparent glass. My big tits were squashed flat onto the glass and my dark areolae were easily visible.

I spied a view of Mathew who caught my gaze in the reflection. My heart raced as he said, "That was beautiful, Lynette," as he nuzzled my neck.

"I liked the way you played with me, just then," I commented.

"I've been watching you play with yourself for a few years," he replied with that killer smile that I have seen a few times in the last few days. He tweaked my sensitive nipples once again.

THE MASSAGE

When we broke apart from our embrace, I grabbed several big, fluffy white towels from my linen cupboard. I handed one towel to Mathew who began to dry himself off straight away. I arranged three of the towels on my king-sized bed to make an impromptu massage table. I filled a small glass with warm water and placed my bottle of baby oil in it.

Mathew came over and wrapped me in his towel and proceeded to dry me off. I inhaled the 'just washed' clean scent that his body had absorbed from my body wash.

"Lie down darling," I suggested. "I'm going to give you the massage of your life!" Mathew lay down on my big bed, face up.

"Roll over, darling," I instructed. "I'll start on your back."

I could see the look of disappointment on his face as he turned over. I grabbed my small bottle of massage oil and poured some of the oil into my hands. With long, gentle strokes, I started to massage Mathew's tired back.

I loved the way his young skin glistened with the coating of oil. I poured a second amount of oil onto my hands and applied it onto Mathew's back again. Lying down on his body, I slid my small frame up and down his back.

I swapped rubbing my legs between his: I would have my left leg between Mathew's spread legs and then my right. My aroused pussy would alternately rub up and down the back of Mathew's legs. I was so wet that I was sure I was leaving a snail trail on Mathew's oily skin.

I was holding onto Mathew's shoulders as I slid up and down his back. I changed my grip to his head as my firm boobs caressed the back of Mathew's neck. I knew Mathew was enjoying feeling my soft boobs sliding on his back. He let out a deep, guttural moan as I wiggled my boobs around.

"Roll over, honey," I whispered.

As he rolled over I gasped. My goodness! The boy was rock hard. His manhood stood up beautifully erect. I sat astride his thighs as he gazed lustfully up at my glistening body. My whole front was covered with a light sheen of oil.

I deliberately moved up his legs and allowed my pussy to slide over this boy's hard cock. I carefully moved up and down so as not to let him penetrate me. Sliding my oily pussy up and down his engorged cock felt exquisite. I looked down and saw my slick pussy lips straddling his hard-on.

My breathing had quickened. Mathew reached up and caressed my tits. "You like my boobs? Don't you?" I asked.

"Oh, yes."

"I enjoyed making love earlier. Do you have a girlfriend? Back at University," I asked.

"No," was Mathew's laconic answer.

"You are a gorgeous young man. How come you don't have a girlfriend?" I inquired while I continued to stroke his cock with my pussy lips.

"I don't know. I'm just not interested in girls my age," answered Mathew in a strained voice. "They are always talking 'Like this,' 'like that,' like . . . like . . . like," expressed Mathew.

"You 'like' talking to me!" I asked. "I 'like' you playing with my nipples," I teased.

"That's different," hissed Mathew as I continued to torment him with my pussy massage. "Girls are always on their phones."

"It seems as if you are just not ready for young girls," I commented. By this stage, I was lying down on Mathew's chest and sliding up and down. Each time I reached Mathew's face I gave him a cheeky kiss. My big, soft, oily tits were sliding over his firm chest.

"The girls I have dated seem to take ages to get ready for a date," revealed Mathew.

"Darling," I said as I momentarily stopped my body slides and looked Mathew straight in the eye. "It takes a lot of time and effort to look this good."

"You're different," said Mathew trying to recover the conversation.

"I'm older?" I responded.

"I don't mean that. You're confident," offered Mathew. "I find that attractive. You're so gorgeous."

"Nice save," I said as I wiggled around Mathew's obviously sensitive cock. "My turn. I'll roll over." I slid off Mathew and he got up. I lay down, face up, on the bed of towels.

As Mathew straddled me, his cock stood out obscenely. I started stroking it with my oily hands. "You should get a 'back, sack and crack wax."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh darling, I love giving blow jobs," I said. "I'd like to see your balls and cock bare of hair."

"Does waxing hurt?" asked Mathew.

"Not really," I lied. "The beauty therapist I use does men's waxing. Should I book you in for a treatment?" I offered.

"I'll think about it," said Mathew thoughtfully.

"Having your cock and balls waxed makes you look bigger, as well. Not that you have any issue there. You'll love my blow jobs, too. I love to swallow. It's another reason for you to get checked out by a doctor," I explained. "I'd prefer not to use condoms."

"Ok, I'll get checked out. If it's what you want," acquiesced Mathew.

"Slide up and I'll tit fuck you."

As Mathew moved up the bed I moved his hard cock between my large tits. I whispered, "That's right, fuck my tits." I squeezed my oily boobs completely around Mathew's rigid cock. He didn't need any further instruction, he started rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his hard cock in my generous cleavage. I reached up and teased his nipples.

"Oh, Lynette. That feels so nice. I love you playing with my nipples," panted Mathew as he looked down with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Are you about to cum?" I asked.

"Yesss."

"Cum all over my skin. I want you to give me a pearl necklace."

I could see Mathew looking at his cock sliding in and out of my cleavage. "Oh, I'm cumming," he panted as his thick cum spurted out onto my neck and chest.

I gripped Mathew's twitching cock and milked every last drop of his cum onto my neck. I then proceeded to rub all of Mathew's cum into my neck and chin. "There, you've marked me with your scent. I'm yours, now."

As Mathew collapsed, spent, on the towels, I moved over giving him more room. I didn't want to get any oil on my lacy bedspread. I reached over and gently stroked his erect nipples. "I like it that you have sensitive nipples," I whispered.

"That feels good. I've thought about getting them pierced."

"What's stopping you?"

"I don't think my mum would approve."

"Darling. It's your body to use as you like. You don't need her consent. You are twenty-one after all!"

"Maybe," was all Mathew said in reply.

"I think you'd look hot, shirtless on a beach, with nipple jewellery." I looked down and saw that Mathew was developing a hard-on again. "That thought turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"I know. If you get pierced, I will wear my skimpiest bikini, maybe I'll even go topless, at any beach that you choose," I offered. "What do you think?" as I stroked Mathew's hard cock. "He agrees," I pointed out.

"Oh fuck, Lynette. Yes," was all Mathew could say.

I leant over and softly kissed Mathew. "Do you want to fuck again?" I whispered

"Yes."

"Can you go downstairs and get the box of condoms?" I asked.

Mathew leapt off the bed. I enjoyed seeing his naked body, all oiled up, as he raced downstairs. He returned quickly carrying the new foil packet.

He was fumbling with the foil wrapper. "Here, let me do that." I grabbed a towel and wiped off any remaining oil from his cock and gave my pussy a wipe, too. I tore the packet open and pulled out the new condom. I pinched the condom's tip and rolled it down his nice, hard shaft.

"I want you to fuck me hard," I asked. I spread my legs wide and gripped my ankles in my hands. "I am very flexible," I said as I drew my knees up over my shoulders. This made my Mons Venus prominent. My pussy lips opened slightly and my erect clit stood out. This was exactly why I loved my hairless pubes.

Mathew knelt between my legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my pussy lips. "I better warn you," I said. "I make a lot of noise when making love."

Mathew lifted his body as if doing a push-up. The only point of contact was the tip of his cock nuzzled just inside my parted pussy lips. He looked down at me and said, "Ready?" in a strained voice.

It was my turn to simply say, "Yes," as he plunged that thick, hard cock deep into my pussy. "Oh fuck. That's deep!" I pleaded.

I looked over into my large mirror and all I could see was Mathew's tight body bouncing up and down on my bed as his shiny, rubber coated cock plunged deeply into my willing pussy. I started to cum almost as soon as Mathew started his rhythmic pounding.

While this was happening, I repeatedly screamed, "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" over and over as my young stud gave me an unbelievable pommelling. One orgasm merged with the next as I abandoned control of my body to these unconscious reflexes.

As Mathew had cum twice in the last half an hour, I suspected that his next orgasm wouldn't be straight away. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" I screamed.

I felt very wet as I sensed that a wet patch had formed on my soft, white towel. I could hear wet squelchy sounds as my pussy contracted around Mathew's hard cock. He kept plunging into me. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I screamed as my legs began to shake uncontrollably.

Eventually, Mathew let out a huge, moan as he had his last orgasm. I could feel his hard cock twitching inside me as he filled that condom with his seed.

He collapsed on top of me as he caught his breath. I felt pinned down, unable to move, between my young lover and my soft mattress. I could feel his heart racing as his deep breathing whistled in and out of his heaving chest. His hard cock remained buried deep inside me.

I kissed Mathew passionately. "That was glorious," I panted.

"Fuck, Lynette. That was sensational," responded Mathew with a huge grin.

We separated as Mathew rolled off me. I helped unroll the used condom from his cock and gently wiped him clean with one of my towels. I like the gooey, sticky feeling of having a man's cum ooze out of my pussy after having sex and I felt slightly cheated by having this cum contained in the condom. I was really looking forward to not having to use condoms soon.

Mathew glanced at my bedside clock. "Shit! Is that the time? I've got to get home. Mum will be expecting me home soon for dinner. Where are my clothes? Are they still outside?" asked Mathew in a panic.

"Thank you for today," I said with amusement.

"No. Thank you for everything," said Mathew. "I've got to go."

From my bed, I watched Mathew run home to his mother as I drifted off in post-coital bliss thinking that that young man has so much potential.