Disclaimer: If you only like reading realistic things, please don't read this. I only like to read and to write fiction.
All characters and facts are pure imagination. Everybody is over 18 years old.
This story is somehow connected to "Toxic MILF" series, but it can also be read separately.
Please feel free to comment!
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"Those dirty sex shows must have an end. This is the second time when I find my son Bob masturbating in his own room while watching this pervert bitch neighbor of ours. She must stop fucking her studs all day long. No, no, actually she must stop doing it outrageously visible, with the lights on and the window opened." These thoughts were in my mind while I rang Vicky's door's bell. She was almost my age, and I my wife thought that a frankly discussion with her maybe could work. But she admitted she was too shy to talk to that slut neighbor of ours about those dirty things, so she sent me to argue with her.
I've finally heard something moving inside the house just when I wanted to get back home. When the door finally opened, my jaw must have been dropped completely open. All that was wearing ever so gorgeous Miss Vicky was a tiny floral blue dress. It barely covered her ass and left much of her huge full breasts exposed. It was obvious she didn't wear any bikini or bra. The skimpy outfit was looking deadly on her fit body... Her elegant, high-cheek boned, model-like face completed the beautiful picture I had before me. Her hair was thick, black and felled down in small curls on her broad shoulders.
She wasn't wearing, as usual, very high heels, but even barefooted, I was at most two inches taller than her. Strangely, my sudden feeling was she was dominating me mentally and physically. Though, she spoke with a soft voice.
"Hello, Peter! What brings you here?" She said arching her neatly shaped eyebrows.
"Miss Vicky, hum... I wanted to tell you ... something... Actually... to ask you a favor..."
"Sure! Why not! Come in, Pete!"
"N-no, actually... I... shouldn't.... I just wanted to... "
"I insist! I cannot talk with you, while you're staying in the door's frame, just like that!"
She looked very friendly... maybe it won't be that hard to discuss that touchy subject with her, after all.
"I don't know whether you are aware or not.... My son's window is face to face with your bedroom's one..."
"Is that true? Well, I'm sorry, I didn't know that! Is that a problem?"
"Actually, he has a large display of your king size bed..."
"Common there, you must show me..."
"N-no, actually... It's not about that..."
She didn't listen to my words. Her hand grabbed mine and pulled me upstairs. There was no way I could refuse her. I had to take care not to break my legs on the stairs. I couldn't understand where she was rushing like that. I understood the funny part of the situation. That brunette bombshell was leading my way up to her bedroom, my cock was thickening with each passing second, but she was actually doing it against my will! Or did she?
The all room a hypnotic violet: carpet, walls, furniture. Even the bed sheets were also violet. She bended over the window, bringing her hard ass cheeks very close to my groin. How did she get that ass to be so perfect!
"Pete, you mustn't forget what you came here for!" I told to myself. Was I afraid I couldn't resist her charms?
"Where is that window?" I had to stretch my arms over her shoulder to show her.
She turned her entire body to face me. This move was so sudden and I was so close to her, I felt almost like an embrace.
"He saw something not very appropriate... You know what I mean..."
"I'm sorry; I don't know what you mean!"
As she closed in, I had the impression that those giant mammaries will throw me right on the bed... I needed more room, but she was cornering me...
"Look... it's nobody's business what are you doing in your bedroom, but...."
