This is the continuation of the story the mature couple, 50 year olds Mr and Mrs Brown...but from a different point of view. A 60 year old homeless man, Jake Collins, had been stalking Mrs Brown for a period of time now, and in this chapter, it will be old Jake who will be narrating his experience.
Do read the previous chapters, before starting a new one.
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My name is Jake, Jake Collins, and as I was saying this, I have Mrs Brown on her knees sucking and licking my dick with her hands behind her back in her own bedroom...
I had been homeless for almost half a decade now, and my wife had long left me with our kids, claiming I've failed as a husband. At 60, I am still healthy and strong, but age is certainly catching up with me.
Ever since my timber business had went down the drain, I did odd jobs every now and then. I loved my life and the way it is, no commitments, no loans, no burden whatsoever.
One of my odd jobs I did back then was security. The pay wasn't good but it was daily. I needed cash and I needed them fast as I lived by the day. This was, of course, before I got fired.
I did security for the office of a large property firm where estate realtors reported to work and also at times accompanied their prospective clients to view model units in the showrooms.
One outstanding lady realtor stood above the rest. Mrs Brown was a blonde bombshell whom I believed was brought into this world to be ogled by men. Her husband worked in the same firm too, a frail looking old man who was as meek as a mouse.
Mrs Brown or Mrs B as me and my security friends would call her was a ravishing lady who was younger than us (most of us were already in our 60s).
Each time she went into the showroom office either with her husband or sometimes alone simply to do her paperwork, me and my colleagues would hushed up and stared at her beautiful face and bouncing tits which were so huge it sagged to her tummy.
She would innocently greet us every morning when she came to work. "Good morning fellas," she would begin, and we would always say "Good morning to you Mrs B!". She would smile at us brightly before entering the showroom, not knowing some of us would masturbate afterwards in the restrooms thinking about her.
There was once a colleague of mine stole Mrs Brown's panties when she hung it over the toilet door. She did not report her missing panties, maybe to save her from embarrassment. So he got away with it and boasted to the security guys he jacked off to the panties everyday. We all had a good laugh when he told us.
The second time it happened and the culprit, who was the old janitor this time, was caught in the act by Mrs Brown herself. The company's boss, Mr Miller, was determined to keep the stolen panties and insisted it was for investigation purposes. Mrs Brown's used panties was treated like a specimen and she obligingly allowed her boss to keep it, after he assured her again it was only for investigational purposes.
I was so obsessed with Mrs Brown that sometimes I followed the big titted lady back to her home on my motorbike. At times her husband would be there too and they went hoke together, but I still followed them all the way home. She soon realised this and complained to Mr Miller, and that was when I was shown the door.
But that did not stop me from stalking her. Once, I was loitering around her lawn at night, waiting for her to come home. I knew her family was already at home sleeping as I saw her husband and their two kids turned off their house lights for the night.
I saw her family Fiat sedan drove up onto her driveway that night, and my intention was to just speak to her.
She saw me standing on her driveway, blocking the entry to her garage. I walked up to the driver's side. "It's you again," she sighed, upon seeing me. "You used to be working in my firm's security, don't you?"
She was wearing a business suit with her skirt riding up almost all the way to her crotch when she sat, and her tits were like melons which threatened to burst through, almost touching the steering wheel. She looked tired from working all day, and though she normally tied her hair into a perfect bun, on that particular night she let loose of that long lavish blonde hair making her even sexier than ever.
"Sure am, ma'am. You got me fired but I'm willing to rest that case if you will kindly spend a night with me. And, by the way, my name's Jake Collins."
"Don't be silly Jake, you know I'm married and why would I go out with a tramp like you," she said snobbishly. "Go away before I call the cops."
She sounded her horn and one of the bedroom lights turned on, so I quickly made my way.
But today, right here, right now I got the sexy 50 year old Mrs Brown on her knees clad in a skimpy white lingerie and sucking my 60 year old cock, while I sat comfortably on her husband's favourite leather armchair.
The drastic turn of events happened yesterday. As usual, I made my way to the Brown's huge house and I tried to catch a glimpse of Mrs Brown (or B as I would call it) doing her normal sunday morning routine, which was having her favourite coffee and reading a book at her balcony.
I wasn't her only stalker as I noticed her asian neighbour's son would also peeped her from his own bedroom window. But she wasn't an observant woman and would be focused on her reading instead, rather than noticing her surrounding.
I was disappointed she wasn't there that morning and was preparing to leave when suddenly a totally black beat up truck came up. I saw the occupants inside and was surprised it was Mrs Brown herself, looking at me through the window. Her husband was seated beside her but the driver was a roughed up boy who looked no older than 20.
The boy called out to me. I looked around thinking he might be calling someone else but I was the only one there.
So I went up to the truck, and saw both Mr and Mrs Brown huddled close to each other nervously at the back seat. Most of her white flesh was exposed as she only had a worn out tube on that did nothing to hide her ample breasts, and a skirt that did not had enough fabric to hide her pubic hair. I would say she was 90% naked.
Mrs Brown stammered out the words "He-hello, Jake," while her husband kept glancing towards me and the boy in front. The boy looked fierce, and was heavily tattooed. He told Mrs Brown, "Go on, slut."
I was still confused but Mrs Brown added, "Jake, would you want to sit here by my side?"
"Hi Mrs B, of course, anything for you," I said, entering the truck. I still did not understand why she said that or who the boy was.
Mrs Brown went on, "The boy there, he's my master, and he wants me to uhhh...s-suck your cock, right here in his truck. That is, if you allow me to. Do you want me to suck your cock, Jake?"
I slapped myself thinking I had too much leftover cheap beer yesterday to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Mrs Brown wanting to suck my cock? Not in a million years, I thought.
But her voice was crystal clear. "Hello Jake, may I suck your cock?" she said again.
