Mom And I Dyked By The Neighbor:
l had just returned home on my first break from college. I had no regrets about leaving the State to continue my education, but that said, it was also lovely to be home again.
Things back home were as if l never left, including my bedroom. But l wasn't expecting it to be, and honestly, l hoped it didn't change. l had learned other lessons while away, some good and a few not-so-great. Being back home allowed me to leave those behind, at least for a while.
My Mom was making a far too big deal of me coming home; as for my Dad, he took it in stride. Mom planned a big get-together, something l could have lived without, but who am l to cheat her of it?
It was a few days before the party, and Dad had already left for work; Mom and l sat at the breakfast table. Mom was already dressed; to my surprise as she was not a morning person like my Dad. But before l could mention it, Mom chimed in, apologizing for how she had to leave for a previous engagement. l told her not to worry and that l would find something to do until she returned. Mom kissed me goodbye and headed out.
l did have one idea in mind, and l got to it even before Mom left the garage. l raced to my bedroom, and after kicking my sweats off and answered my wanting pussy. As horny as l was, l had trouble finding my end; away made it possible to have such things to help me along the way, whereas at home, l feared my parents finding them.
My parents were always the buttoned-up type, especially Mom or seemed to be. But now knowing such things, l couldn't think of being without them, so l snuck into my parent's room to see what l could find. I opened the top drawer of my Mom's nightstand and found things like face cream, eye masks, and a few books not yet completed.
With nothing to lose, l peeked into the lower drawer and jackpot plus! Shit, there were things in there which l had no idea they existed, some l could figure out, and a few that still left me perplexed. l grabbed a dildo similar to one of my own and a rabbit, which l knew of but never tried before.
l wet the dildo in my mouth; it only reminded me how much l miss my boyfriend's cock. It found my pussy wet and more than ready. Then, with everything peaked, l switched to the rabbit, and OMG, l must get me one of them. l came long and hard, one of the best orgasms of my life. l cleaned the toys and returned them before jumping in the shower.
In there, l was surprised how quickly l became peaked again at my soapy hands passing over my body. But as l didn't ask my Mom how long her outing would take, l feared her return at precisely the wrong time.
In record time, l was bored again, needing something to do. l knew my mom had planned on baking a cake when she returned, so l thought it would be a nice gesture if l did it for her. The only problem was l had no idea how to, not from scratch like mom made them. She had everything laid out, but l had no idea of how much of this or that, even how long to bake the damn thing.
Then it struck me: Mrs. Johnson next door. The Johnsons were always the party house, and Mrs. Johnson prided herself on her baking skills. Even after Mr. Johnson was killed in a car crash she continued their ways. She and Mom became even closer after that, so l figured she would not mind helping out. So l gathered up everything and marched straight over.
My knock on the door brought a distance. "I'll be right there." a few minutes later, Mrs. Johnson opened the door. She hugged me despite my arms full of cake mixings. "I heard you were back; welcome home."
With my arms tired, l asked if we could go inside; l led her to the kitchen, and after setting everything down, l asked for her help. She was quick to say yes, but seeing she was in her shorty robe that did nothing to hide the ends of her garter and the stocking below, l had to ask if l was keeping her from something. She explained it was okay but she had to make a call before we started. l overheard the call where she explained that something had come up and she wouldn't be able to join today. The what and who l had no idea of.
We went to work immediately, or l should say Mrs. Johnson did. After placing the pans in the oven, Mrs. Johnson said it should take around forty-five minutes to bake. Being thankful for her help, l asked if there was something l could do for her while we waited. l was thinking of things like vacuuming or dusting, so it took me a little off guard when she asked for a massage. After agreeing and mentioning how l took massage therapy as a minor, l followed her up the stairs to her bedroom.
She shed her robe without shame or hesitation, and there shouldn't be any, as her body was remarkable for an older lady. I must say getting an unobstructed view of her in her undies turned me on. I started at her feet; her moans filled the room. Then l suggested it would be better if l used some baby oil, and she told me where l could find some.
Before l wet my hands with it, l mentioned how it would be terrible to get her beautiful undies stained by the oil. Agreeing again, she permitted me to take them off of her. I found doing so very erotic, my pussy throbbing to the act. I returned as if l never started, at her feet before moving upwards. Then when l reached the bottom of her round butt cheeks, l switched gears, massaging her neck and shoulders and working my way down.
When l reached the small of her back, she raised her rump as if inviting me to explore her, an offer too delightful to pass up. I squirted a good amount of oil on her cheeks, watching much of it disappear into the depths. I massaged her glutes as taught, and then l went beyond my schooling. l pushed the heel of my palm down and between her cheeks, dragging my fingertips on my return. Over and over, then came a tug at the waistband of my sweats. I felt a chill to the nectar running down my thighs; Mrs. Johnson noticed it, too. She chased after it with the tip of her tongue and reported how sweet my juices were.
She massaged my butt, and l massaged hers, and l could feel her warm breath upon me. But l was single-sighted, and l moved in behind her, kneeling on the bed l pressed my face into her. I sucked and licked at her well-used pussy, to the delight of us both. She came, but l wouldn't release my grip, not until l found every last drop of her nectar. Then, when l did, she wasted no time; l watched as she reached into her nightstand.
I rubbed my pussy in anticipation, and to my surprise, she pulled out a toy precisely like Mom's, one that had me baffled. It was a dildo of sorts, but one with a knob on the end; my best guess was to ensure a good grip. But to my surprise and delight, l watched as she pressed the knob up and inside of her.
She stood there like a shemale, stroking her cock. "Do you want to suck me?" she asked. The best l could do was nodding my head yes. She came closer, and as she did, l opened my mouth wide to invite her in. She was more demanding than the boys l had been with; they were seemingly happy, too, no matter what l tried. Not Mrs. Johnson; she knew what she liked, and l found myself highly turned on by wanting to please her.
She told me how from now on, when we are alone, l was to refer to her as Mistress, asking if l understood.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good girl, now get on all fours so l can fuck you."
"Yes, Mistress."
