Chapter 1 The New Gilf Next Door

Prologue

Margaret, Maggie, Atwater traded the glamour of espionage for the quiet charm of suburban life. At 69, she was striking, her silvery hair a crown of wisdom and beauty, her sharp eyes betraying years of secrets and shadows. After decades of globe-trotting adventures as a top CIA operative code-named Adder. Maggie retired to a quaint little suburban town.

Chapter 1 New Gilf in the Suburbs

Solon returns from school and notices movers closing up their truck. He approaches and speaks to the movers and asks about the new neighbors. They inform him that an elderly single woman has moved in. Solon was hoping for some teenagers his own age, but he decided to see if the old lady needed help after the movers left.

Solon knocked on the door, but his new neighbor was not what he was expecting when this gorgeous, statuesque, silver-haired, curvaceous woman answered the door.

"Hello," the woman said, smiling as she answered the door.

Solon was silent as he stared at her eyes for a second and said, "Hi, I'm Solon Cain, your next-door neighbor."

Margaret and Solon started at one another, speechless long enough to become awkward, until he recovered and said," Welcome to the neighborhood, ma'am. I've come to help you get settled if you like.

Margaret recovered and responded with such warmth, saying, "Thank you. I'd love for you to help me."

Realizing they had been staring at one another the whole time, Solon broke eye contact and asked," What would you like me to do first?"

Margaret showed Solon around, and he moved what she needed and helped her clean until they settled her enough for the day to allow a good night's sleep.

"Thank you, Solon. I really appreciate your help. That was so kind."

Solon blushed and replied, "It was no problem, ma'am. I was just being neighborly."

"Oh, forgive me, Solon. I'm Margaret."

"You're welcome, Miss Margaret. It was no problem, really.." Solon assured her.

"I'd better get to my homework and get ready for bed. You're good for today, but I'll return to help you finish. Good night, Miss Margarett." Solon said as he left.

"Good night, Solon," Margaret said as she watched him walk away, quietly admiring his physique. Margaret feels her pulse quicken and heat rising from her loins as she catches herself biting her lower lip, appreciating what her eyes beheld. He turns around and waves as he disappears into the house. Margaret closes the door and lets out a sigh as she leans her back against the door.

Over the next few days, Solon helps Margaret settle in. She finds herself subtly appreciating his well-muscled body, especially how the sweat glistened on his muscles and how his wet tank top clings to him. She sometimes noticed his appreciation of her body, but he turned away whenever she caught him looking. She laughed to herself, imagining what she could do with young Solon.

Solon noticed Miss Margaret's curves, plump, juicy behind, and full breasts, and fussed at himself in his head for eyeing this nice lady and entertaining some very inappropriate thoughts toward her. Solon notices Miss Margaret looking at him and wonders if She's checking him out, but puts it out of his mind.

After they're done, Margaret hugs Solon, catching him off guard, and says, "Thank you, Solon. I couldn't have done this without your help."

Margaret awkwardly releases Solon after realizing she hugged him just slightly longer than was proper, and they both look embarrassed.

Solon smiles and replies," It's ok, Miss Margaret. I was happy to help." He gives Margaret a quick hug back. Margaret exercises great control as she resists running her hands down his hard sweaty muscles back down to his firm caramel-colored ass.... She catches herself.

"Let me give you something for helping me, Solon." Margaret says.

"No, Ma'am. I couldn't," Solon replied

"At least let me give you something to eat." Margaret insisted.

Solon perked up and said, "I could do that!" with vigor.

She laughed, and then she fixed him something to eat.

Solon began to really look at Miss Margarett as she cooked and they talked. And he found himself becoming aroused and got quiet.

Margaret paused and asked, "Solon, is everything ok?"

"Yes, ma'am. I just gotta run to the house for a second. I'll be right back," he said as he left.

"Ok. Don't take too long," Margaret said as she noticed him leaving, trying to conceal his obvious erection straining his shorts. Margaret's mouth opened as she felt the heat radiating from her loins, followed by a trail of wetness running down her leg. She gasped as she squeezed the muscles of her pelvic floor tight enough and long enough to let out a yelp as she squirted down her legs as she let out a loud gasp, leaving a puddle beneath her. Margaret basked in the sensation and then hurriedly cleaned the floor. She then runs to her room to quickly shower and change before he returns.

Margaret feels a mixture of emotions from lusting after this young man. She never considered herself a cougar, but she's considering it for young Solon. She cleans herself and begins to take her time. She recalls how Solon looked while she watched him. The images of his body flashed through her mind, and she saw how his tank top and shorts clung to him and how sweat glistened on his muscles. She couldn't stop rubbing herself. She keeps on until she approaches the point of no return, and then she hears the door to his house, and the spell is broken as she rushes to clean herself for real. She's going to have to revisit her aching cunt later on tonight. She toys with the idea of inviting him upstairs, but...

Solon Knocks and she tells him to come on in and have a seat at the table, and she will be down shortly. She comes down and explains that she needed a fresh change of clothes after all the work. She notices Solon wearing denim pants as opposed to his athletic shorts. The implication of him changing gives her a rush of pleasure from her loins to her toes. This sensation causes her to gasp, which she plays off as an unexpected burp as she covers her mouth and smiles awkwardly. Solon pretends not to notice

She looks at Solon again and sees past his athletic body, thinking he's adorable as she serves him dinner. They talk and eat. She tells him a little about herself, leaving out the part that, "Oh yeah, I spent a few decades as a CIA agent who amassed a hefty body count, by the way." She learns he is a high school senior and an all-around athlete who plays basketball and football and participates in various track and field events. He also has an impressive 4.5 GPA.

Their conversation flows until it grows late, and his cell phone rings. His mom is calling, wondering where he is after she arrives home. Solon's mother comes over to meet Margaret and introduces herself as Helena Cain. Margaret tells her she has such a polite, respectful, and helpful son. She has done a fantastic job with him. We talk a little until they leave to turn in.

I also decide to turn in and can't help but continue my recent nightly ritual of watching Solon get ready for bed. Once I realized our bedrooms faced one another, complete with large patio windows for both of us, I turned out my light to remain hidden as I watched him and just wondered.

Tonight, I turned out my light and waited, anticipation building. When I see him remove his shirt, my hand revisits my, now wet aching cunt to finish what it started earlier. He removes his pants, and my fingers fork to slide over my labia, and I squeeze my clit. I take a deep breath and slowly rub up and down.

I breathe out and sigh, "Damn, I wish he went commando." as I continue to rub myself, mesmerized by his simple nightly bedtime routine. He leaves for his bathroom regimen. I slowly stroke myself in expectation of his return.

I know he's wet as he recenters the room, and I am tempted to use binoculars, but I just increase the pace as I stroke my pussy a little faster. Tonight, I got an unexpected treat as his towel fell from his waist.

"I could really use those binoculars now for detail." I muse, and I stroke feverishly, staring at his toned ass. Then he turns around, and I let out a muffled yelp as my hand quickly covers my mouth while I squirt and soak my bed. Solon looks my way, and I become as still as death in the darkness of my room until he turns out his light. I sink into my warm, wet puddle until it becomes chilled, and I change my bed in the dark.

I consider," I may need to invest in some of those pads used for those who are incontinent to keep on hand."

I shower again and turn in for real, recalling the day's events until I drift off to sleep with a contented smile.

In the morning, I watch him out my kitchen window as he boards the school bus and I sip my coffee. I reflect and consider the possibilities as I absent-mindedly run my tongue over my coffee spoon along the sides and then on the back and inside while twirling it in my mouth.

I chuckle as I had overcome my oral addiction years prior, but it seems to be returning. I think I may ask young Solon to help me satisfy my craving. I smile wickedly as he finally boards the bus and it drives off.

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There was an instant mutual attraction between Margaret and Solon, her 18-year-old neighbor. It was not just his 6'2" muscular, athletic body or handsome caramel-complexioned features that attracted her to him, but the kindness he showed her as he helped her settle in when she moved in next door. As they grow closer, Margaret considers where their budding relationship will lead.

Margaret marvels as she hears herself say, "I need his cock inside me." Her features flow from desirous to nurturing to guilt and cycle back and forth in no particular order.

"Helena is going to kill me," she mutters as she sips her coffee, noticing the dried brown ring from her cup spreading atop a small stack of papers. "Solon turned 18 a few weeks.ago."

Margaret, Maggie, frowns as she regards the small stack of papers. She ponders how she researched Solon and his family as if they were targets or threats. A single tear makes its way down her cheek as she considers, "Freedom is not free, and retirement still requires work."

Maggie knows she can never be too careful. Then she exclaims, "But goddamnit...I want to live!" s if a dam bursts, her silent tears flow a gentle rain down her cheeks as she lights a match and puts it to the small stack of papers she has committed to memory.

"And I know that Solon is ready, willing, and able to help me." She concludes as she places the flaming papers into her burn box. Maggie sits in contemplation for several minutes before going to her sink, wetting a paper towel, and wiping her face.