My Son and My Neighbor

She couldn't keep her eyes off him. All through the ride home she watched with

the rear view mirror.

As soon as they got out of the car, Don raced upstairs and got changed for his

basketball game that night. He was out the door not long thereafter and probably

wouldn't be back till late.

Having witnessed her son's masturbation in the car and having subsequently gotten

a good taste of his cum from the soiled Kleenex that he had used to clean up with

had gotten Hilda really randy. As she sat or walked around the house she was

constantly aware how swollen her entire cunt area was and how it seemed to itch

for the services of her own finger. Something vague was holding her back,

however, and prevented her from simply locking herself in her room or the

bathroom and bringing herself off.

Having had a silent dinner with Henry, her husband, she retired to a recliner in

the basement den to watch the news. But she couldn't concentrate and her mind

kept wandering back to the sight of her son jacking his cock while looking at her

as she drove back from Atlanta. A couple of times she had almost taken a

detour down one of the many dirt farm roads leading off the two-lane, but each

time she declined to give in to the temptation feeling it would only lead to

their eventually touching each other. That was something she was determined to

avoid at all costs even though her fantasies were filled with thoughts of getting

her long slender fingers around her son's big prick. And not only her fingers.

She wanted to devour him. The thought of Don's big cock filling her mouth and

throat brought to mind how much she wanted to have contact with him. Contact with

someone. She needed to have sex with someone she could at least touch. Henry was

going out to see Don's ball game, as usual, but maybe Sarah was home. She

went to the phone on the wall and called next door.

Sarah was glad to hear from her. And yes, she'd love to visit, but not before

eight when Chuck, her husband, was leaving with Henry to go to the same ball game.

Hilda said she would be over as soon as she heard Chuck's car pull out of the


Hoping that Sarah would be in the mood for some hanky-panky, as she called it,

Hilda went upstairs to clean up and she was next door as soon as Chuck and Henry

were gone. It didn't take long before both of them were hunkered down on the sofa

drinking white wine in front of a nice blaze in the fireplace. In a matter of

minutes Hilda found herself for the second time that day with her blouse open and

her bra undone as she sat on the edge of the sofa. This time Sarah was

kneeling between her wide-spread legs and sucking on one of her nipples; she

seemed to be just as horny as Hilda.

Enjoying the sensations of Sarah's lips and tongue working on her erect

nipple, Hilda's mind began to fantasize what it would be like to have Don

sucking her breast and she was suddenly overcome with a need to confide her

troublesome situation with her best friend. Reaching down with both hands she

grabbed Sarah on either side of her head and pulled her away from her breast.

She then bent her own head and gave the startled woman a deep tongue kiss which

she broke off almost as soon as it got started saying, "Sorry, love, but I've got

to talk about something."

A worried expression mixed with frustration crossed Sarah's features as she

replied, "I hope it's nothing serious. Are you in some sort of trouble? Did I do


Hilda leaned back into the cushions while pulling her blouse closed in front of

her and said, "No. It's not you. It's me. I must be crazy." And she hesitated,

trying to figure out a way to explain what was going on between her and Don.

Seeing what looked to Sarah like reluctance she quickly put it, "Come on,

Hilda, we've never had any secrets before. What is it?"

"Well . . ." and there was another long pause before she launched on

breathlessly, "I'm not sure how to say this, but Don and I are having an affair

- of sorts."

"You're WHAT!?" Sarah blubbered. "With your OWN SON?!"

"Uh huh. With my own son. I know - it's wrong, it's even illegal. It's perverted,

it's dirty, it's lecherous, it's filthy, it's nasty and lewd and I just LOVE it.

I can't help myself."

"Holy shit, Hilda! How did this all happen. And what do you mean by `an affair of


"Well, I haven't exactly fucked him, but . . ." and Hilda launched into the whole

story while Sarah sat and listened without interrupting.

Thirty minutes later Hilda finished the tale and sat back exhausted and feeling a

little bit relieved that she had finally been able to share her secret with

someone she could trust.

There was a couple of moments of silence which Sarah finally broke by saying,

"Wow. You sure have a lot of will power. I'd have been fucking his brains out

from the git-go. Anyway, I'm glad you told me. You just really needed to get this

out, didn't you. And don't worry, I won't tell a soul, honest. Your secret's safe

with me."

"Thanks - I needed to hear that, I guess," Hilda replied, relieved.

"Yeah, well. Now I know why you've been avoiding me these last few weeks. And I

don't blame you. Tell you what!"

"What?" Hilda asked.

"I've got an idea how you're feeling, especially after what you said happened

just this afternoon. You must really be uptight. What I want you to do is settle

back here while I do you, OK." When Hilda started to protest Sarah said, "No!

Now just listen to me. I know what you need so just do what I say, OK? So just

settle back and enjoy this and don't worry about me. In fact, just close your

eyes and think about Don while I do this to you, OK."

Hilda just nodded her head and slouched down while Sarah reopened her blouse.

Leaning down next to her, Sarah began once more to manipulate Hilda's

tumescent nipple with her lips and tongue while she reached under her skirt and

began to fondle her large hard clit between thumb and forefinger. With her other

hand she reached into her own slacks and began to masturbate herself. It wasn't

even a minute before Hilda's cunt drenched her best friend's hand with girl cum

as her body shook with each wave of her orgasm. When the spasms passed, Hilda

just lay back and looked over at her friend and watched as Sarah finished

herself off.

"Wow, that was short and sweet," Sarah said as she withdrew her hand from her

waistband. "Wanna talk some more?"

"Not really. I'm super tired. I just want to go to sleep."

"Yeah, I understand. I'll bet you are worn out. Go on, go home and get some rest.

We can talk later."

Hilda leaned forwards and kissed Sarah lovingly and said, "Thanks for

listening. You're a dear." Pulling herself together she was out the door in a

flash and sound asleep the minute she hit the bed.

* * * * *

Two weeks passed and it was another long dry spell for Don and Hilda. Still

remaining super cautious both acted as Hildal as possible and trudged on day

after day hoping for a break. None came along. Hilda did visit a couple of times

with Sarah, but neither one seemed in the mood for sex so they just wound up

talking. Hilda was now of the opinion that maybe it would be best if they just

stopped the whole business, but neither she nor Sarah could come up with a

strategy that wouldn't be devastating to Don. The only thing they thought they

could hope for was that Ariel or one of his other girlfriends would grab his

attention - or maybe something else - and divert his interests and sexual energy

in that direction. Otherwise they were stumped.

When the two weeks had rolled by and it was Saturday again there didn't look like a

thing they could do. Don had a ball game at Stinson the next evening and it was

decided that Henry and Hilda would drive the hundred miles to see the big game.

Even though Chuck couldn't make it, Sarah wanted to go as well. After the game

they could all get together with Don and go to this swell pizza place in

Oakmore for a late supper. Don could then ride home with them instead of taking

the team bus back. That would save his dad the trouble of having to pick him up

at the high school so late that night.

Southfield played a magnificent game that evening and Don was the star. Flushed

with victory he, his parents, and Sarah had pizza at Mario's Pizzeria. During

the meal Don sensed something strange at the table. At first he couldn't put

his finger on it and figured maybe he was getting "signals" from his mom, but

when he started to pay attention to this he noticed that she didn't act out of

character at all. She spent a lot of time talking to Sarah and him and

virtually ignored his dad which was par for the course and nothing unusual. After

some time he began to notice that Mrs. Charles seemed to be giving him what he

thought were weird looks. It was difficult to divine, but she seemed to look at

him differently although he couldn't quite explain it to himself. And each time

he looked over at her he noticed that she would look him directly in the eye as

if no one else were at the table. She never broke contact; he was always the

first one to look away. After awhile it got almost embarrassing and he simply

quit looking at her altogether.

Sarah Charleshad been their next door neighbor and Don's mom's best friend

for just about as far back as he could remember. She was a blond woman of medium

build except that she had large breasts. She was cute in a "pixyish" sort of way

which didn't especially appeal to Don, but she was always nice to him and paid

him well for cutting her grass and doing odd chores now and then. To him,

Sarah was just one of those sort of neutral people in his life; she was just

there, neither liked or disliked. So why all of a sudden after all these years

would she being acting funny like this? Or was he just imagining things. Don

thought he was probably just very tired and hung over from the excitement of the

ball game. He finally decided it was he and chalked the whole business up to his


Getting in the car for the two-hour drive back to Southfield it worked out that

his mother sat up front while his dad drove. That put Don and Sarah in the

back seat together. After just a few minutes his mother said something to him

which he didn't hear. When she finally got his attention he said, "Sorry, mom. I

guess I just dozed off for a second."

Sarah jumped in immediately with, "We know you're tired, hon. You've had a big

night. Why don't you just lie down here and go to sleep." Scootching all the way

over to the left of the seat up against the door she Henryted her lap and said,

"Come on, you can rest your head in my lap and sleep till we get home."

Not one to argue, especially now being so tired, Don turned and lay back,

adjusting his frame as best he could to the confines of the seat with his head

resting on Sarah's soft skirt clad thighs and staring at the dark roof.

"Comfy, dear?" Sarah solicited.

"Uh huh," Don purred as he dropped almost immediately into that half conscious

state most people enter when riding in cars. He felt Sarah stroke the top of

his head a couple of times and then he was out.

The next thing Don remembered upon waking was the gentle motion of the

automobile moving down the highway which had lulled him to sleep. As he opened

his eyes he noticed it was still dark and that his head was still in Sarah's

lap. Moving his eyes to the right a bit and looking up he was startled to see one

large bare breast capped with a puffy pink nipple vaguely visible in the low

light jutting out between the folds of Mrs. Bishop's unbuttoned blouse and

jacket. Then he looked up further directly into Mrs. Bishop's lust filled eyes.

Just as he was about to exclaim his surprise, she gently clamped her right hand

over his mouth and gently shook her head back and forth. Confused and not knowing

what to do he just lay unmoving.

Very, very slowly Sarah began to lift the palm of her hand from Don's mouth.

When it was completely off she began to slowly trace the outline of Don's lips

using the lightest of touches with just the tip of her finger while maintaining a

firm lock on his eyes with her own. When she had circled his lips twice and come

to the center of his mouth she began to incrementally apply pressure with her

finger until his lips began to part and she could feel his teeth and their slight

overbite. Don wouldn't open up just yet so she started moving the finger around

on his teeth and gums and he got the idea. She snaked her finger between his

teeth and finding his tongue she started to gently toy with it.

Sarah could see from the cornered animal look in his eyes that Don was

frightened, but that quickly disappeared as he closed his lips around her finger

and began to suck on it. Soon her finger and his tongue were involved in a

pleasant duel inside his mouth, but it didn't last as long as either would have

liked. When her finger was good and wet she removed it and brought it to her bare

breast where she applied the spit to her nipple which began to shrivel into

erection before Don's eyes. Using her other arm to support the back of Don's

head, she began to apply a slow upward pressure and it only took a second for him

to figure out what she wanted. Giving in to the pressure as she brought his head

up slightly, he opened his mouth and glued it right over the center of her large

puffy pink areola and began to suck.

This caused an involuntary, but slight gasp to escape Sarah's lips. The sound

didn't go unnoticed by Hilda up front in the passenger seat talking softly to her

husband so as to keep him awake while he drove. Sensing the nature of the what

she heard coming from behind her she refrained from jerking her head around; she

felt this was something she didn't want to draw Henry's attention to and she was

right. When she did finally glance into the back seat she almost became unhinged

and it was with the greatest effort of her will that she managed to remain

outwardly calm and unruffled.

She let a few moments pass and then turned again, this time for a longer look

just to verify what she thought she saw the first time in the dim light. Nothing

had changed. There was her son curled up with his head in Sarah's lap. And

there sat Sarah with her jacket open and her blouse undone and one of her big

tits hanging out of her bra cup. And Don was sucking one her nipple. What a

scene! Goddamn her!

Hilda was filled with an instant rage and anger at what she felt was betrayal by

her best friend. How dare she do this? she thought. But she also knew that to do

anything at the moment with Henry right there was to risk giving away the entire

situation. She was struck powerless and she knew it and it made her even madder

that she knew Sarah knew it.

With all the enmity she could muster she moved her eyes up to Sarah's and

found the other woman staring right back at her with an equally serious

expression on her face. They held this emotion filled tableau an eon until

Sarah had the gall to wink. That broke the ice and Hilda couldn't help but to

emit a low throated chuckle. Hearing that her husband queried, "What's so funny?"

Hilda just shook her head and said, "Oh nothing. Just something that came to

mind." After all, what else could she say?

A quick take of the situation on Hilda's part revealed to her that she wasn't

about to try and break up the back seat lust fest. On the contrary, there was a

part of her that wanted it to continue; she was getting turned on by the thought

of her son sucking on her best friend's nipple. If she couldn't get into it she

was damn well going to watch them so she shifted her position putting herself

half turned in the seat and up against the car door. This way she could plainly

see everything that was going on in back and with Don's face buried in

Sarah's tit he was none the wiser.

As she became increasingly aroused Hilda still retained a part of her earlier

resentment at Sarah's brash behavior until she realized with a start that she

was actually jealous; she wanted it to be she who was in back with Don, having

him suck her breast.

In order to have an excuse to be constantly looking back, Hilda began an inane

conversation with Sarah, rattling on in a steady stream about some dumb

subject or another. The initial sound of his mother's voice startled and

frightened Don and he jerked his head around to look up over the seat at her.

But she wouldn't look down at him or acknowledge him in any way; she just kept

rattling on about some church social or other. Sarah took his head and pulled

it back against her bosom and he resumed sucking her breast.

As Hilda chatted on and Don continued to nurse, Sarah reached down with her

right hand and began to lightly rub Don's side, all the time working her hand

lower and lower until it was directly over his crotch. Here, she found exactly

what she had hoped - a huge lump of muscle straining the fabric of his pants. She

began to rub the lump in a circular motion with the palm of her hand until she

had located its exact form and position and she couldn't believe the size of it.

Having done so, she didn't linger long. She very cautiously began to unzip the

fly on Don's pants. When she had it down she found the opening in his shorts

and inserted her hand inside, grabbed his hot cock and began to wrestle with it

in an attempt to free it from its confines.

Sensing rather than feeling the upcoming groan from Don's throat, she tightened

the pressure of her hand on the back of his head, mashing it into her tit and

muffling the moan brought on by the feel of her hand on his sensitive bare cock

flesh. Eventually she managed to get his massive cock loose and immediately

wrapped her hand around the hard pole and slowly began to jack it up and down.

Then she looked up at Hilda and saw the lust in the other woman's eyes. It amazed

Sarah that Hilda could gawk at the scene before her, obviously enraptured by

it, and continue to chatter away as she was doing.

And indeed it wasn't easy for Hilda to carry on this mostly one sided

conversation as she took in the scene of her best friend having her breast sucked

by her son while he was being masturbated by her. Her own crotch was throbbing in

time and she would have given anything to have been able to dive over the

seat and join them.

Before the thought was even completed she saw her son stiffen, let out a slight

groan and then saw his cock erupt a long stream of white cream onto the sleeve of

Sarah's leather jacket. Sarah continued to milk Don's hard penis which

continued to squirt cum. When it appeared that he was finished, Sarah quickly

said in a clear voice, "Ahem, uh, Hilda - do you happen to have a Kleenex with

you. I think I've got something in my eye."

Hilda smiled inwardly to herself as she dug a Kleenex out of the purse on the

seat beside her and handed it back. Sarah took it and proceeded to clean

Don's semen off her coat sleeve. When she was finished, she looked up to make

sure Hilda was looking at her and then proceeded to bring the sopping tissue to

her mouth where she ran it around her lips a couple of times, coating them and

making them gleam, before beginning to noiselessly suck on it. The irony of the

situation was not lost on Hilda, whose anger was once again silently starting to

flare at the obvious fun Sarah was poking at her.

When Sarah was done sucking some of Don's cum from the Kleenex she opened

the window and threw it out then slowly licked her lips clean with her tongue

while she smiled innocently at Hilda. God, what audacity, Hilda fumed. I'm going

to wring her fucking neck the first chance I get.

During all of this Don had been quietly moving around and trying with a modicum

of success to get himself zipped up again without alerting his father to what had

happened. He was painfully aware of the fact that his mother had taken in the

whole event, but he sure didn't want his father to find out about it.

Sarah helped him along when she said, "Come on, big boy. Time to get up. We're

almost home. Rise and shine, now." And Don sat up allowing Sarah to reinsert

her breast into her bra and button her blouse.

When the car pulled in the driveway a few minutes later they all got out and

Sarah headed immediately across the lawn to her own front door, waving and

saying, "Night, all." No way was she going to give Hilda the chance to corner her

alone after what she had pulled off tonight. And they both knew it.

Henry, Hilda and Don trudged into the house as if nothing had ever happened.


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