I was about to start my senior year in high school when the Thompson's moved in next door. We lived in a suburban neighborhood outside of Richmond, Virginia, and life was pretty cool for me. My parents were both working, Dad as a lawyer, Mom as a social worker, and I had alot of freedom. I did well enough in school to keep my folks off my back, my older sister was out of the house at UVa and I was slotted for a starting spot at wide receiver for the football team. I figured that was sure to bring in some pussy, which was good, especially since my girlfriend had found out I had fooled around on her and dumped me in June. Pussy had been scarce since, and, to be honest, except for my girlfriend and the chick I had cheated with, it had been scarce before.

I was psyched to find out that the Thompson's had a son who was my age and was going to be in school with me. He was a soccer fag, but other than that was pretty cool, and he and I started hanging out some just before school started. It would be good to have a buddy in the neighborhood, and Mike and I became pretty good friends pretty quickly.

Mike had no siblings, and his Mom and Dad were really laid back. His dad was some kind of private businessman, and I didn't see him very much. Mrs. Thompson, I saw alot of. She was young, Mike told me she met Mr. Thompson when she was a college freshman and he was in business school, and they got married quickly and she had him when she was just a junior in college, 20 years old. I had seen her in shorts and t-shirts, and could tell she kept herself really fit, but I had never seen enough to get myself too worked up over. After all, she was a married, older woman, good only for beating off, not for really going after. And with school starting, my mind was on Kelly and Maria and a few other chicks in my class who I had been getting good vibes from when I was still dating Beth. It wasn't worth my time to get all charged up over the hot-mom-next-door thing.

The Thursday before school started I got up, took my morning jog, and hit the gym for some weight work. I was finally getting able to bulk up some, and I figured some muscle would be good for making a few yards after the catch instead of just getting body slammed by some safety every time I touched the ball. After my workout, I went home and grabbed a shower, and watched sportscenter while I ate breakfast. I'd moved down to Richmond from Philly and the Eagles were looking pretty good early on. McNabb was the man, no doubt. After breakfast I decided to get out and see what Mike was up to, see if he wanted to go shoot some hoops or something.

I rang the doorbell at the Thompson's house and smiled at Mrs. Thompson when she answered the door. She was attractive, sure enough, good for some easy eye candy. She had sandy blonde hair, cut pretty short, brown eyes, a nice tan. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off her slim figure, and a pair of tight workout shorts. I took a moment to look at her nice lean legs. Mr. Thompson brought home some good paychecks, and I figured it was her job to keep herself looking good for him. She was an aerobics queen, no doubt.

"Jack, what can I do for you?" she asked, inviting me in.

I walked in, following her to the kitchen, and said, "Just coming by to see what Mike was up to."

"Mike and his dad drove down to Durham today to look at Duke and Chapel Hill. Mike's trying to get a little college hunting done before the school year starts," she said.

"You didn't go with them?" I asked, sitting at the breakfast table and watching her pour me a drink of water. She was looking damned good today. I doubted my Mom had that kind of body at 30, much less almost 40. Lucky man, Mr. Thompson.

She shook her head, "No, I had some things to do around here, and Mike and his Dad don't get enough chances to talk, just the two of them. Besides, I graduated from Chapel Hill, so I know those schools well enough. Both would be good for Mike."

"So what are you going to do with yourself?" I asked, enjoying the view as she moved around the kitchen.

She drank a glass of water. She had a good sheen of sweat on her body. She stretched, "Got my workout in, and I think I'll hit the pool. Care for a dip?"

Now I was getting curious. It was one thing to make polite small talk with the hot-mom-next-door, but it was another to get a good look at her in a swimsuit and spash around the pool with her. But the option was turning on the Playstation or surfing a little porn, so it took about one tenth of a second before I said, "Yeah!"

"Cool," she said, heading upstairs, "I'll meet you out in the pool as soon as I get my bikini on."

Bikini. The word echoed around my mind. I felt my cock stirring a little. I hit the downstairs bathroom and stripped off my boxers, folded them up, and then put on my athletic shorts again, tying the waist. Nice thing about being a guy, about anything will do for a swimsuit. I walked out to the pool and took off my shirt, testing the water. It was warm, clearly a heated pool. Mr. Thompson was doing pretty well with whatever the hell his business was.

"I brought you a towel," Mrs. Thompson said. I turned and felt my heart skip when I saw her. Her body was perfect. She had great, toned shoulders and arms, a tiny waist, and easily visible abs. Her legs had no fat on them, just lean and toned. Her bikini was light green, spaghetti ties at the back of the neck and behind her back and at the hips. Her breasts were round and firm, maybe b-cups, and the triangles of fabric over them covered the nipples and little more. The fabric over her crotch a thin stripe, covering her pussy and little more, revealing enough for me to tell that she wasn't carrying much pubic hair with her. But it wasn't until she turned around to put a towel on the chair that I got my biggest surprise. When she did that I saw those beautiful toned ass cheeks nicely revealed by her thong.

My cock stopped stirring and just began to stand up. I dropped into the pool to cover my erection. Mrs. Thompson stretched again, walked to the edge of the pool near to me, and slipped into the water, dipping her head under water, resurfacing, and brushing her hair back. I couldn't help but stare at her breasts, floating just at the surface of the water.

"What a beautiful morning," she said, lounging against the side of the pool. She looked at me and grinned, "Looks like you lift a little, Jack. I don't think guys looked like that when I was in high school. The look was more Duran Duran or, worse, Van Halen."

I felt a thrill that she had noticed my body, and her compliment prompted me to hop out of the pool, walk to the diving board, and dive in. She watched me on the diving board, grinning, looking completely hot in the water. When I surfaced and swam up next to her, she climbed out of the pool, giving me a long, lingering look at that ass, and walked to the diving board. I took in the sight of her smooth movements, her tight body, and again felt my cock harden. She dove off the board, a high arching dive, and swam underwater, then playfully pulled herself up my body to surface. Her body brushed against mine, her chest and stomach and hips skimming against my crotch. I was very aware of my raging hardon, aware that I didn't have a regular swimsuit on, and aware that her movements had caused my already loose pants leg to move up and that my cock was now sticking straight out underwater.

When she hit the surface, I could tell she knew about my cock too, because she brushed her hair back, looked down at the water, and smiled. I had no idea what to do. She popped up out of the pool again, sitting on the edge, her feet in the water, and I just stared at her amazing body.

"Ever play sharks and minnows, Jack?" she asked.

I laughed, "Not in about five years."

She grinned, "Longer for me. Swim to the middle of the pool. You be the shark first."

I did as she told me. The game was an old one, where the shark would try to grab the minnow as it swam across the pool and pull it to the surface. For the most part it was an excuse for twelve year old boys to feel up twelve year old girls. I took my position in the pool and waited. She took a deep breath and dove in. With only one minnow, it was an easy game for me. I swam to cut off her path, she stayed deep, made a quick cut, and I went under the water, reached out, and grabbed her waist. She struggled, causing my hands to slip up and down her body, and I felt with a thrill as my hands at one point cupped her breasts, dislodging her bikini top. I moved my hands down again to her waist and pulled her to the surface.

We gasped for air and she laughed, her bikini top floating on the surface of the water. She splashed my face and said, "Good tackle there, Jack! My turn next. Get out of the pool and let's see how well I do."

It was an act of physical pain to tear my eyes away from her as she pulled her bikini top back down into position. My hands were almost burning with the feel of her firm breasts and hard nipples. My cock was so hard now. I tried to pull my pants down over it as I got out of the pool, but the pants were clinging and as I turned to face her, it was painfully obvious that I was completely hard. She must have noticed, but she said nothing except, "Okay, try and get across!"

I dove in, went deep, skimming the bottom of the pool, trying to dart past her, but not trying too hard. I felt her hands on my back, on my waist, and then she had a grasp on my swimming trunks. I turned in the water, to push her away, but when I pushed she jerked on my swimming trunks and they slid down to my ankles, then off completely. I kept swimming, my mind spinning, and surfaced on the far side of the pool.

She was already on the surface, laughing, "Lose something?" She waved my swimming trunks above the water, swam to the side of the pool, and got out, tossing them well away from the pool. I swam to the center of the pool, uncertain how to play this, but eager for the game to continue. "Your turn," I said, my voice thick with lust.

She grinned, and dove in. I was after her in a second, swimming to meet her. She tried to go around me, but I caught her waist, found the ties to her bikini bottom, and tugged, feeling the gratifying slip of fabric through knots. She shot away from me, leaving the bikini bottoms in my hands, and I was after her again, again catching her waist, pulling her back to me, my hard cock bumping against her bare ass as my hands found the ties behind her neck and back and in a frenzy I pulled the knots. She twisted, the bikini top coming free, and both of us were at the surface.

"Give me that!" she said, lunging at me, reaching for the bikini top. Her bare body rubbed against me as we fought over the bikini top, both of us laughing, and then suddenly she reached down with one hand and grabbed by cock. I let go of the bikini top reaching for her body, and she was off, bikini top in one hand, grabbing the bikini bottom, and heading for the side of the pool. I chased her and met her at the side. She popped up out of the water, nude, and I stared at her body. It was perfect. Her pussy was shaved completely clean, her pussy lips red and puffy, her nipples pink and erect.

"Gonna stay in there all day?" she asked, getting up and walking over to where she kept her towel. "I hope your not shy." She winked, "From what I could feel, you should not be embarrassed."

Unashamed of her nudity, she dried her hair, rubbed her body dry. I watched, frozen, just in awe of her sensuality. Finally I forced myself out of the water and I stood at poolside, my cock hard as a rock. She looked at it and smiled, "Woah, Jack! I've seen quite a few cocks in my time, and that one is pretty damned big!"

Leaving her towel at poolside, slinging her bikini over her shoulder, she walked into the house, looking over her shoulder at me before she disappeared inside. Now I was at the decision point. Even a high school guy could figure out that this woman was about to give herself to him. But she was married. She was a mom. She was the mom of a guy who was just becoming a good friend. Once again, I took less than a second to make up my mind.

Rock hard cock leading the way, I went into the house.

Mrs. Thompson was waiting for me in the family room. She led me to a recliner and had me sit down. Then, to my utter delight, she knelt in front of the chair, ran both her hands over my hard cock, and began to suck on the head. It wasn't the first time I'd had my cock sucked, but I realized then just how much skill could go into the act. Her hands massaged my shaft and balls as she gave me head, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, and then her tongue and lips worked down the shaft. I just laid back in the chair, my legs open, and watched her as she licked down the shaft, massaging the wet head, and then she started sucking my balls while she jacked me off. She moved back up to the head again, her hands now massaging my balls as she took my cock deeper into her mouth, moving up and down on my cock slowly, sucking me.

I watched my big cock disappear into her mouth again and again, and all the while she looked at me, telling me with her eyes how much she was enjoying sucking my cock. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock, her other brushing my balls, and she sucked me deep, and with a groan I felt my orgasm hit. Mrs. Thompson took it all, sucking and swallowing as I shot my wad into her mouth, jacking the base of my cock again and again as I bucked and came for what seemed like a full minute. And as I finished, she pulled her mouth off of my cock, sucking as she went, and then licked the head and shaft clean.

Without a word she climbed onto the recliner, straddling me, and she reached down and guided my still-hard cock until the head was pressing against her wet pussy. She slid down onto me, easing herself onto my swollen member with little gasps and moans, leaning back as she did, giving me a good view of my rod disappearing inch by inch into her shaven twat. When it was totally inside of her she moaned loudly, clutching my arms, and she began to ride me. I couldn't believe how tight her twat was. Somehow I thought that once a woman had kids, her pussy was loose, but that was far from the truth. Her pussy clenched my cock, squeezing it, massaging it as she bounced up and down on it. I gasped and groaned as I fucked her, my hands on her hips, on her sweet tits. She suddenly leaned forward, rising up on my cock, and I planted my feet on the ground and drove it up into her. She cried out, shouting to me that she was cumming, begging me to fuck her, and I did. I fucked her like a demon, ramming my cock up into her cunt hard and fast. She swore, driving back down onto me, grinding on my cock even as I pumped up into her, her whole body bouncing with my thrusts. She kept cumming as I pounded her, and then suddenly she pushed me down, out of her, and she staggered off of me.

"Holy shit, Jack," she gasped, standing there, nude, her body covered with a fine sheen of sweat, easily the hottest sight I have ever seen, brushing her hair back. "Holy shit I came so well. Jesus, your cock is still hard. Lay down on the floor."

I did as she told me. She quickly straddled my face, leaning forward. I looked at her above me like that, look at the smooth mounds of her ass, at the sweet red clit, wet and smelling beautiful. I reached around her legs, pulling her ass cheeks apart, looking at her tight little sphincter. I'd never seen a woman like that before, and I was enjoying the view. And then I began to enjoy the feeling of her hand on my shaft again, her mouth coming down on my wet cock. I brought my mouth up to her waiting twat and tasted her as she sucked me. The sensation of that beautiful blow job was making me giddy, and her taste was wonderful, her pussy hot and wet, her juices coursing over my tongue and lips, smearing my nose and chin as I happily ate her. My cock was so hard, ready to cum a second time, but I didn't want to cum in her mouth again. I wanted to cum in that twat. I pulled out from under her, and she stayed on all fours, looking over her shoulder at me.

It was like every fantasy I ever had coming true at that moment. Beth had never let me fuck her from behind, had never let me cum in her mouth, had never gone 69 with me. I pushed the head of my cock up against her waiting twat and slid in easily, burying my cock in her. She groaned, arched her back, pressed back against me, and I began to pump her again. She cried out with my thrusts, pressing her face against the carpet, gripping the carpet with her hands as I held her hips tight and rammed into her cunt. I felt my orgasm build and came again, cumming harder this time, almost in pain as I shouted, pushing deep into her, feeling my cum spurt out deep into her sweet twat. As my mind cleared I realized she was pushing back against me, her whole body spasming, her pussy spasming, and that she was orgasming with me.

We almost fell apart, me dropping onto my butt and leaning back, my hard wet cock standing straight up in the air, the head swollen and purple, her juices all over my shaft, soaking my pubic hair. She rolled onto her back, her legs spread wide, her hands massaging her pussy and tits, her back arching. She sat up, still touching her twat, and breathed, "Oh, wow, Jack. God, Larry hasn't fucked me like that since we were your age."

She crawled over to me, smiled, "Still hard, huh?" And then she began to suck my cock again. I just laid back, placing my arms behind my head, and watched as she sucked me. I wished I had a videocamera, a polaroid, something to capture forever the sight of this hot blonde loving my cock. She kept going for ten minutes like that, sucking me deep, then giving me head, then licking my shaft and sucking my balls before going back to sucking my cock again. And then she mounted up on me as I lay there, putting her feet on the ground, her hands on my stomach to balance herself, and sliding her pussy slowly down onto my cock again. Then she leaned back, her hands on my thighs, and rode me.

I just looked, watching my cock sliding in and out of her bare pussy, watching the firm muscles in her toned thighs working as she rode me, watching her hard abs as she moved, watching her small, round, firm tits, watching her face as she moaned and groaned and orgasmed again and again. Watching all of that, I came again, suddenly reaching out, grabbing her waist, jamming my cock up hard into her, making her tits bounce and making her cry out and cum with me. She collapsed onto me, her body pressing against me, her hair on my face as I rammed hard into her and kept it there, trying not to shout as my cum oozed out of my cock again.

We lay there like that for a while, her on top of me, my cock inside of her, softening slowly. Finally she raised her head, kissing me, her tongue meeting mine. She eased off my cock, laid down next to me, kissing my neck and ear. I just laid there, breathing hard, idly touching her perfect body.

Then she stood, brushed her hair back, and walked into the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water and musing, "Just now noon. Feels like we've been at it all day, but it's just two hours. What time do your parents come home, Jack?"

"Mom'll be home maybe 5 or so."

She grinned, walking over to me, straddling my stomach and settling down on me, reaching behind herself and playing with my cock and balls with both hands. I moaned, hypersenstive to her touch now.

"5 hours, huh," she said. "That'll be almost enough time to do what I want with you. Let's get a shower."

I smiled, watching her stand again and walk toward the stairs, watching that ass move as she walked away from me. A shower. Maybe I'd eat her pussy in the shower, fuck her standing up. Then after that? I watched her ass move, wondering how many of my fantasies I might fulfill today. She looked over her shoulder at me, beckoning for me to follow her up the stairs. I did, my nose at the level of that tight ass.

We didn't quite make it to the top of the stairs. About halfway up I couldn't take that sight anymore and I grabbed her hips. She bent over at the waist and I knelt down and buried my tongue in her twat, my nose between her sweet ass cheeks. I moved my tongue up, fiding her tight asshole, and I flicked it with my tongue, then licked it. She gasped and moaned, opening her legs slightly. I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh and toyed with her twat as I licked her ass.

She sank to her knees, and I moved up behind her, reaching a hand around her waist, reaching up to grab her breast, with my other hand guiding my cockhead to her sweet ass. She pushed back against it, encouraging me, and I gladly drove into her, my cockhead popping suddenly into her tight ass. Mrs. Thompson cried out, and pushed back against me harder, coaxing me in. I took her ass on the stairs, pushing my feet into the steps below us, bending over her, hanging onto her tits and her hips. She cried out, screamed, and kept pushing back against me, and I fucked her ass hard, plunging my cock to the hilt into her again and again. I had thought it would be a long time before I would cum again, but I came within minutes of penetrating that tight, hot ass. She gasped and slid off of me, laying on the steps.

"Lord, Jack, take it easy on me!" She panted. "I haven't had a cock up my ass since college!"

"Oh my God," I moaned, grinning ear to ear.

"Let's take that shower," she suggested. This time we got there. She washed me off and sucked my cock in the shower, and I took my time eating her on Mr. Thompson's bed afterwords. After a good long while my cock was ready to go again, and I took her in four different positions in her husband's bed. They were all her idea, and they were all amazing.

At four pm we finally stopped fucking, and lay naked on the bed next to each other. Finally she stood and brushed her hair back, smiling at me.

"That was the best fuck I've had in years, Jack. Thank you so much," she said.

"Best fuck I ever had. In ever." I moaned, staring at her.

She grinned, "You still like looking at my body."

I nodded.

She crawled onto the bed, sitting next to me, moving my hand to her pussy. I played with it. She purred, "We might have trouble getting this kind of alone time again. But we can email each other.

I'll tell you when and where to meet me. There's all kinds of dark little corners around our yards. Deal?"

"Deal," I said.

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