My first job was mowing Ms. J’s lawn. Secretly, I called her Ms. Knockers since those were her most prominent feature — her oversized tits. I know, original.

Some guys may fantasize about the cute chick on campus or maybe one of the booty-shaking hotties on TikTok. Yeah, I’ve yanked it to all the above and more. But when it came to a real woman in the flesh, those girls couldn’t compare to my next-door neighbor in a tight tank top washing her car on the weekend. She defined the term MILF. Not that I’d ever fucked an older woman, but given the chance I’d show her the benefits of considering a younger guy such as myself.

I’d heard through the grapevine that Ms.J had divorced, and her kid had gone off to a university somewhere on the East Coast. When I came home from college for winter break, her normally pristine yard looked in need of some loving.

Of course, I offered to help. She answered the door in a sheer white cover-up, her long blonde hair hung in waves around her face and her full lips were shaded with the slightest pink tint. That cover-up failed its job because it showed off everything underneath — namely her knockout figure in a barely there bikini. My cock instantly perked up as my teenage fantasies swirled in my head.

“Ma’am,” I said with a polite nod of my head. I held my work gloves in front of my crotch to hide the obvious bulge in my pants.

“Don’t you start,” she scolded playfully. “You know me better than that. It’s Heidi.”

Heidi opened her arms, inviting me in for a hug. She smelled like a burst of citrus, and her full breasts pressed against my chest. With her boobs making such a large impression, I never realized how petite she actually was. Her head barely reached my chin.

“It’s good to see you, Heidi.”

“Look at you, all grown up. I bet you are getting all the action at college.”

“I don’t do too bad,” I admitted.

Truth be told, the girls on campus were having a bit of a sexual revolution, embracing and taking charge of their sexuality. I fully supported the movement.

After some chitchat, Heidi joked about me remembering my way around her garage. She followed me out, and while I gathered the mower and gardening tools, she pulled off that damn cover-up and stretched out on a lounger by the pool.

“You don’t mind if I catch some rays while you’re out here, do you?” she asked, bending one knee and dragging her foot up along her other leg.

My hungry eyes couldn’t help but follow her movements, my gaze traveling upward until it hit the “V” between her legs.

I coughed nervously and said, “Not at all.” 

Heidi was wearing the skimpiest hot pink bikini. The tiny triangle top barely covered her nipples. I ogled her as I pushed the mower. How was I supposed to concentrate with that bronzed body on display?

After I finished a large section of her property, she waved me over.

“Are you thirsty?” She ran her fingers along my bare arm, and I shivered.

Thirsty enough to slide my cock into some wet snatch, I thought. But I settled for the lemonade she offered.

She leaned over a small table as she served the drinks. Her bright pink thong drew my attention to her ass. I wondered if she strutted around the house in thongs all the time.

Awkwardly, I shifted my package, hoping my hard-on wasn’t so obvious. Unfortunately, the movement caught her eye, and then she looked at me and licked her lips. Her predatory face told me she knew.

“I think it’s time for a break,” she said, moving closer to me.

Did that mean what I thought it did? Never did I imagine she’d be interested in the likes of me. If I reached out, I’d be able to grab the ass that I’d admired for years. Did I dare? The moment seemed to carry on forever.

“Tell me, Jason, do you like older women?” Her bottom lipped jutted out in a sexy pout, and that sealed my decision.

“You. I like you.” Something that sounded like a low growl escaped from my throat, and I placed my glass on the table and closed the space between us, pressing my body against hers. The heat from the sun and her body sank through my clothes.

“Is this all right?” I asked her.

“It’s about time, Jason.” Her lips brushed against mine, and the action picked up from there.

Yes, I grabbed that firm ass and held her against me. Heidi wrapped her arms around my back and slipped her hands under my shirt. She dug her nails into my skin, and I arched toward her.

I wanted to tear off her top; I pulled on the strings from behind her back. It didn’t take much for the tiny scrap of fabric to fall, revealing her tempting pink nipples. I dipped my head, taking one between my lips, and sucked. With my fingers, I caressed the other, squeezing and pinching it.

My shaft grew harder, to the point of feeling uncomfortable. She cupped my bulge, squeezing me and making me breathless. She unzipped my shorts and slid her hand inside to fondle my cock and balls. Fuck yeah.

She slid against my body, sinking down to her knees. She took my shorts and boxers along the way. My cock was more than happy to be free, popping out and bobbing before her face.

What a turn-on to have her on her knees before me. She parted her lips and teased the crown of my cock with her tongue. She lapped at my shaft with broad strokes. Heidi then circled her lips around my cockhead, sucking lightly, before encouraging me to recline on the lounger.

I leaned back and spread my thighs. She resumed her oral worship of my dick as I wrapped her long hair around my fist and tugged. My cock plunged deeply into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She tilted her head back the slightest amount, taking me deep.

She puckered her lips around me, and I fucked her mouth. She took all I gave her like a pro.

Her responding moan told me I had free rein. The feeling of pressure built in my balls, and I knew I was going to blow. I briefly stilled my thrusting and said, “I’m gonna come.”

There was no stopping me. She held on to my ass and drank down my load, leaving me spent and shuddering. I was still wearing my T-shirt and tennis shoes.

A glance down gave me the perfect view of her magnificent tits with barely a hint of tan lines. I wasn’t done with her yet. I wanted more.

Heidi placed the softest of kisses on the head of my flagging cock. Then, with a firm grip on my shaft, she tugged on it playfully and said, “Why don’t we continue this somewhere more comfortable?”

I was more than happy to follow her wherever she wanted to go. At the sliding glass door, I ditched my shoes. We ended up in what looked to be a guest room. Heidi lifted off my shirt and spent a few minutes appreciating the view.

“Look how handsome you are. You’ve certainly grown up well.”

My cock appreciated the attention. Within a few minutes, it was throbbing and rising again, ready for round two.

“Impressive. Look at you, raring to go again. But I gotta warn you — you’re going to have to work for it this time.”

That damn barely there bathing suit bottom slipped over her hips, and I guided her onto the bed. The lightest peach fuzz covered her mound, and I settled between her tanned legs. More than happy to reciprocate, I flicked my tongue over her nub and slipped a finger into her pussy.

Age didn’t matter at that moment. Her body reacted exactly as I wanted. She was wet and ready for me.

“Mmm, that feels good.” She raised her hips, eagerly encouraging me.

One finger became two and then three, as I pumped into her. She worked her hips, setting a fast pace, and I continued to lap at her clit.

Within a few moments, she was climaxing, flying high and begging for more. Who was I not to give it to her?

Climbing atop her, I positioned the head of my cock at her welcoming entrance.

“Is this OK?” I asked. If there’s one thing they’ve drilled into us at college, it’s “yes means yes.” I thought about a condom, but goddamn she felt fine as I slid up and down her juicy slit.

“Yes. I’m on the pill.”

Those magic words. As I inserted those first few inches, it took every bit of willpower not to immediately fuck her hard and raw. Slowly, I pressed in, feeling her walls and my world expand. It sounds existential, but what else did I expect from a teenage dream turned reality.

Finally, I buried my cock in deep, the base rubbing against her clit as I fuck her fast and hard. We were wild and furious for a few minutes, and right when I felt that telltale tightening at the base of my sac, I stopped, tamping down my impending climax.

That impatient hellcat clawed at my back and whimpered, all but begging me to keep humping her. But I wanted the moment to last; I wanted her to remember me. My first climax had taken the edge off. I wanted to slow-bang her.

“Who’s the one in control now?” I asked, withdrawing from her pussy. I sat on the bed, back against the headboard, and my proud cock stood straight up.

“If you want it, come ride me,” I told her.

And that’s exactly what she did. She straddled my body and impaled herself on my shaft. Bucking up my hips, I thrust into her harder as she met me bounce for bounce. The bedsprings squeaked, and those buxom tits bounced in my face. Her lips opened in a wide “O,” and her blonde mane flew every which way.

That image of her imprinted on my brain as we both came. My cock throbbed inside her, and she lay limp against me, breathing hard.

They say, “Love thy neighbor,” and I was in a very neighborly mood.