It was still not quite daylight at 6:48 AM. I could see no lights in the house next door so I finished the last few swallows of my first cup of coffee and set the mug on our patio table before walking to the gate in the fence. As quietly as possible, I passed through the gate and moved up the first two levels of that deck and sat on the steps leading to the top level, just a few feet from the glass door into the family room/kitchen area. I settled back against the end post of the upper deck railing facing the house and prepared to wait until I saw movement inside.
As I sat and stared at the glass door, I realized it was only the sliding screen between me and the interior of the house because the glass door was open already. Probably Mrs. Parker had left it like that overnight. Many of the neighbors in this area were trusting enough not to worry about burglars and the temperature was just right with doors and windows open for the gentle night breezes. In a couple of weeks the weather would change enough that people would again be closing every door and window.
I almost missed the pad - pad - pad sound of soft slippers coming down the carpeted stairs and across the den floor to the kitchen. I didn't recognize her in the gathering light but knew the only person who should be in the house was Mrs. Parker. I saw her from the backside and quickly felt a surge of hot blood began to fill my cock.
She was dressed in a loose-fitting silky print gown. There was a tie at the waist but it hung forgotten down on each side. I heard her muttering under her breath something that was unintelligible. As I watched, lights came on and drawers began to open and I could see that something had gone wrong. Her gown, which would have barely come to the tops of her knees at best, was split up the back in a ragged tear, as if she might have snagged and ripped it. She was bent slightly over the drawers she was searching through, causing the gown to drape to the sides and displaying her most precious treasures.
Even though Mrs. Parker was about the same age as my mother, I had always looked at her as an object of my sexual desire, a fantasy beyond touching but not beyond dreaming about. She had heavy breasts that still stood out nicely even when she wore a T-shirt and no bra around the house, a condition that gave me an instant erection. She had a little roundness to her tummy but it was the kind that made me want to throw her over my shoulder and hustle to the woods for a piece of her delights. And her bottom was so beautifully rounded that I had mental battles with myself on whether to lick her butt, squeeze it with both hands, or ram it with my cock while plowing into her soft furrow.
I started to rise and speak but wondered if I should, because she would realize I had a clear view of her bottom. Still it seemed that she needed help with something, and after all, that was why I was here.
Finally I stood and strode to the door. "Mrs. Parker," I called. "It's James from next door." "Oh, hi, Jimmy," she said without turning around. "I'll be with you ... oops!"
She just realized the predicament she was in and the bonus vision I was getting of her. She whipped around and tried to hide the fact that her gown was split.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"Well, yeah, maybe. I was just coming down to put on the coffeepot and I got caught on a nail sticking out of the doorway to my bathroom. I think it got me. I know I've got a hammer in here somewhere but I can't find it."
Holding her gown together with one hand, she turned back to the drawers and went to searching. I knew exactly where it was, having seen her put it away a few weeks before. I went to reach to her left but she moved that way. I veered to the right and she overcorrected into me. Suddenly my arms were around her and my body pressed her into the counter, her hand alighting on my throbbing cock. I gulped but couldn't bring myself to move.
"Uh, Jimmy? What is that?"
"Uh, well, ... you know."
"If I didn't know better, Jimmy, I'd think you were as horny as me. But you're not as horny as this old woman, are you?"
"Uh, well, you're not an old woman but I am super horny."
"Did you see something here you shouldn't have?"
I knew I had at least a 50-50 chance of getting into deep trouble but ... what the hell! I clamped my arms around her and squeezed her back into me, pressing my cock into her buttocks. I nudged her head to the left and kissed her neck just below her right ear. It felt like she was turning into melted butter right there in my hands.
Mrs. Parker sucked in her breath in shock and then just stood still under my onslaught. It seemed like forever before I realized she was responding by moving her head around to different positions so my hot lips would touch new locations on her sweet neck. I also felt her ass grinding slowly into my crotch ... or was that my imagination working overtime?
It wasn't my imagination that, when I moved my head to her left side, she cocked her head in the opposite direction and let me nuzzle her neck in new places. And no, it wasn't my imagination that she was grinding her buttocks into my raging hard-on.
The flaming red fireworks going off in my head recognized the sign that said, "Finally, after all these years. I'm going to get lucky on my favorite fantasy."
I sent my hands in opposite directions, sending one up and one down. The upper hand searched for the gap in her gown, found it, and began exploring her beautiful boobs. They seemed to be torpedo shaped and each one overflowed my hand. A round area larger than a circle formed by my forefinger and thumb was made of raised puffy flesh, an areola no doubt, and topped by a little rubber button for a nipple. One at a time, I rolled the nipples between my thumb and fingers, pulling them away from her body every so often, causing her to renew her moans of pleasure.
My lower hand slid between her legs and then worked back upward, finding her labia well-lubricated with her own juices. After coating my fingers, I slipped one, then two and finally three inside her incredibly hot cunt. She bucked against my fingers, nearly throwing me off her form. However when my wandering thumb passed over her clit, she came with a "whoosh" of breath and seemed to lose her energy temporarily.
Right after her climax, her head and chest slumped to the counter. I figured it was time for my best move. I reached into my shorts and extracted my tool, guiding it between her legs where it quickly settled at the opening to her pussy. With a gentle push, my purple hood popped inside her and a couple more pushes brought me up to my balls in her squishy cunt. I loved the feeling of her big round buttocks as they mashed into my crotch.
"Oh, Jimmy, that feels sooooo good, Honey. You don't know how long I have wanted you to do this for me," she crooned.
"My sweet Mrs. Parker, you don't know how long I have wanted to do this to you," I responded.
"Come on, babe," she whispered over her shoulder. "Fuck me good."
