3 comments/ 61777 views/ 37 favorites Helping the Neighbor By: vegetasfire Thank you James89smith for editing and helping me with this story, much appreciated. ***** Mark Tanner was sitting in his bedroom, at his computer. He was supposed to be working on a research project for his Astronomy class, but instead he was watching out the window to the backyard. Out there, his mother, Linda, was weeding her garden. At 45, she has flowing blonde hair that was pulled back in a ponytail, stands about 5'10", and is kind of thin. She is wearing a pair of cut off shorts and a green tank top that just barely covers her breasts. In his room, Mark is staring at her as she works, kneeling down in the dirt, pulling weeds out. He imagines what it would be like if she was kneeling down in between his legs. The thought makes him hard and he begins absently stroking his member. Wanting a better view, he scoots his chair closer to the window, his hand in his boxers, as he peers down at his barely dressed mother. He loved when she was outside in her garden because she usually did not wear much in the way of clothing and he enjoyed masturbating to her. He thought his mother was attractive and would love to be with her in a sexual way, but knew that could not ever happen, so he enjoyed his little wanking sessions watching her out the window. At 20 years old, his second year at the local community college before he transferred to another school, he figured this would be one of the last times he would be able to enjoy the view out his window. He decides to pull his boxers off, and sits in his chair naked, pumping away while staring at his mom down below. She's totally oblivious to what her son is doing, and gets up to stretch before moving to another part of her garden. The sight of his mother stretching, the way her small breasts jut away from her body, the shorts riding up a bit, he was hoping for a glimpse of her panties, but no such luck, made him more aroused. He glances to his bedroom door, which is slightly ajar, checking to make sure his sister isn't out, then continues pulling on himself. Feeling himself nearing completion, he grabs a handful of tissues and stands up. 'I hope she doesn't look up right now.' Mark thinks to himself as he feels the pressure build up within him. Closing his eyes, his passion unleashes burst after burst of his warm seed into the wad of tissues in his other hand. Finally spent, he sits back down, taking a moment to catch his breath. He looks out the window to see if his mother noticed, but she was facing away from him, talking to Mrs. Wilson who lived next door. Feeling a bit embarrassed that his neighbor might have seen, Mark hurriedly scoots away from the window. Mrs. Wilson is about the same age as his mother, a couple inches shorter, with flowing brown hair that cascades down her back, brown eyes, and a nice full figure. She was wearing a bikini that left little to Mark's imagination, and he often spent time fantasizing about her when he wasn't thinking about his mom. Beth Wilson was walking across her yard to talk to her neighbor, Linda Tanner, when she glanced up at the windows at the back of the house. She stopped in her tracks as she saw Linda's son Mark standing there, naked, with his swollen member in his hand, jerking away. "Oh my, I wasn't expecting a show." She mumbles to herself as she feels warm between her legs. "Hi Beth, how are you doing?" Linda is walking towards her, she must not know what her son is up to. "I'm fine Linda, how are you?" Beth keeps glancing up towards the window where Mark is. "Been a long week. Just enjoying some time out in the sun while I can." "Quite right." Beth says absently as she sees Mark lean his head back, hot sticky seed shooting forth from his cock. "I wanted to ask if your son would be interested in mowing my lawn. With Dan gone, there's a lot of things around the house that I need to take care of and I figured he could probably use some extra money since he's going away to school this fall." "I'm sure Mark would be delighted to help you out. I'll ask him later tonight and let you know. He's working on an Astronomy project for school right now and I don't want to disturb him." "Okay, sounds good. I'll be waiting to hear from you. Thanks Linda." Beth turns to walk back to her house. That was no Astronomy project Mark was working on up there. Later that night, Linda calls Beth to tell her that Mark will help with her lawn. "That's great, Linda. I really appreciate it. Tell him to come by Saturday morning, around nine. I'll be waiting to see him. Maybe he can help me with some other things around the house as well." She pictures him standing in his bedroom, ejaculating. "Okay, well let him know it might be a bit more than lawn work. Thank you so much." She hangs up the phone and sits down at her kitchen table, still wearing her red bikini that she had on earlier. She had a couple of glasses of wine and is feeling quite good. Thinking about Mark's performance earlier, she feels herself getting aroused. Sliding a hand into her bikini bottom, she runs her fingers up and down her wet slit. "Oh that makes me so wet." She rubs herself a bit, coaxing her clit out from it's hiding place, rubbing little circles around it. Moaning, she leans back in her chair. Beth slows down a bit and slips two fingers inside her, sliding them in and out while she reaches down with her other hand to continue stimulating her nub. Closing her eyes, she imagines Mark kneeling between her legs, his tongue exploring her down there, the thought sends a shiver through her body. She can feel her orgasm coming on quickly. Rubbing herself furiously, small sounds of pleasure coming from her, Beth enjoys the sensation that begins washing over her like a wave. She feels it building, then it releases, crashing over her, her body shaking, she cries out. She feels something warm all over her hands, running down her leg as she stretches out, letting out a cry of pleasure. As it begins to subside, she sits in her chair, catching her breath. Her hands are coated with her fluids and there's a puddle in the chair, dripping onto the floor. "Oh, I made a mess." She clicks her tongue. "That was the most intense orgasm I've had in awhile." She gets up and licks the fluids from her fingers, going to get some paper towels to clean up the mess she made. Saturday morning, Mark heads over to his neighbor's house. He is about 6'1", 160 lbs, not particularly well built as he spends a lot of time playing video games and such, but still shapely in the way that young men are. He has blonde hair and blue eyes like his mother. He stands outside Mrs. Wilson's front door and rings the bell. Letting out a sigh, he wonders why he let his mother talk him into this. Not that he didn't mind seeing Mrs. Wilson or doing yard work for that matter, but it was Saturday! He could be at his friend's house, having a Call of Duty marathon. In fact, that was originally the plan. His friends were disappointed that he bailed on him, teasing him about having to help his neighbor. Well, whatever, she said she would pay me, so I'll do it. He thinks to himself. Beth opens the door. "Good morning, Mrs. Wilson." Mark says. "Good morning, Mark. Thanks for coming over. I really appreciate this." She's wearing a jean shorts and a low cut tee shirt that shows off a bit of cleavage. She takes him by the hand and leads him through her house, giving him a quick tour of the downstairs, before getting to the backyard. "The lawnmower is in the shed over there," she indicates a small wooden shed at the corner of her yard. From here, Mark can see his own backyard, his mother's garden, the back of the house where he lives. "It shouldn't take too long. When you're done, come inside and I'll give you something to drink and we can discuss what else I need you to do for me." She touches his arm. "Okay. That's fine, I'll go get started then. Your yard isn't much bigger than ours, so it shouldn't be more than 45 minutes or so." Mark heads over to the shed and gets the mower out, filling it with gas from a can that is in the shed. Beth watches him from the doorway, studies how he moves. He yanks the pull cord, getting it to start on the third try, and sets off pushing it around towards the front of the house. "45 minutes, what to do until then?" As he mows the lawn, Mark keep thinking about the view of Mrs. Wilson's cleavage that he had when she met him at the door. She is quite attractive, in a bit of a different way than his mom, and he wonders what she looks like under her clothes. He pictures her between his legs, bobbing up and down on his member, him running his fingers through her hair as she does. He feels himself getting aroused, his erection pressing against the inside of his boxers. The mower kicks a small pebble back that hits him in the shin, bringing him back to reality. "Good thing I wore jeans today," Mark mumbles, wincing in pain a bit as he continues on, nearly done with the grass. This went a bit quicker than he anticipated. He finishes up the last bit and brings the mower back to the shed. Brushing off the grass and debris, he puts it away. Beth is watching him from the window, admiring the view. As he walks back towards her house, she steps outside and meets him holding a glass of iced tea out for him. He takes it and swallows it down in a couple of gulps. "Oh my, let me get you another glass. Come on inside." She leads him into her kitchen and seats him in the chair she got off in last night. The thought of him sitting there, where she unleashed a torrent of fluid, makes her warm down below. She pours him another glass of iced tea and one for herself. "So, did your mother tell you I have a couple of other things around the house I could use a hand with?" She hands his glass back to him and sits across from him. "Yeah, she said you did. What else do you need help with?" "A few things that only a man can take care of." She smiles at him as she says this."Since my husband left, there are somethings that have gone neglected that need attention." "Okay. Like fixing up some stuff? I can do that. What happened to your husband? If you don't mind me asking." Beth lets out a sigh, "Well, he decided to run off with some younger girl and leave me here in this house." "I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilson, that's terrible. I can't imagine why, you're such a nice lady." "That's very kind of you to say, Mark. And please call me Beth." She smiles at him warmly. "Okay, Beth." Mark chuckles a bit. "I like that name. Anyway, what else did you need done? Anything I can take care of today for you?" "Oh, I think there is," she playfully slaps his forearm, enjoying this banter. Hoping he picks up on her cues. Instead he takes another sip of his iced tea. "Such as?" Beth holds his forearm, rubbing her hand against it in small circles. "Well, I have a light that needs a new switch." "Sure, show me where it is and I'll take care of it for you." Mark starts to stand up. Beth holds onto him. "Why don't we sit and chat for a bit first?" "Um, yeah, we can do that." Mark is a bit nervous, unsure of what her intentions are just now. He's pretty sure she's alluding to something, but is unable to guess. He sits back down,"what would you like to talk about?" "Well, I would like to get to know you better. We've been neighbors for quite some time, and yet we've never really talked. I know you go to school, how is that going for you?" "Pretty well, I made Dean's List again last semester and I'm going to be transferring to another school in the fall." "Ah, very nice. You're mom says you're pretty sharp, she's so proud of you. How about girlfriends? Do you have a girlfriend?" "No, I've never really had a girlfriend." Mark looks down at the glass, feeling a bit embarrassed to be admitting this to an attractive older lady. "Really? You're a virgin then? I find that hard to believe, such a handsome smart young man as yourself." "Well, yeah. I've only been on a couple dates and nothing ever really came of them. I've been too busy with school and work and everything..." Mark's face is red with embarrassment. "Oh, honey. It's nothing to be embarrassed about." She rubs his forearm again, then takes his hand in hers. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" "Yeah, once. It was pretty cool, but that was it." Mark isn't sure why he's telling her all this, but her touch makes him feel a bit more at ease. "You know, there are some older women who enjoy the company of young men such as yourself." "Really?" Mark looks at her surprised. "I find that hard to believe. Why would someone want a guy who is a virgin?" Beth gets up and walks next to Mark. She leans over, her face next his, and whispers,"So we can train them they way we want." Mark feels a bulge quickly forming in his pants, and places his hands over it, trying to cover it. This was not what he expected when he agreed to help out, but it is kind of a welcome, if embarrassing, turn of events. "I saw what you were doing the other day. By the window. That really turned me on, seeing you cum like that." "I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was watching." Mark's face is burning, he can't believe his beautiful neighbor saw that. "I won't do that again." "Hmmm, I like watching that though, I hope you do do it again." "Huh? I thought only girls in videos liked that. Lisa told me it was gross, seeing a man ejaculate. That's why she...nevermind." "Was Lisa the girl you kissed?" "Yes." "Well, she's a fool then. I love watching a man shoot his hot load. I especially love when he shoots it into my mouth." Beth starts rubbing Mark's shoulder, she can see his pants bulging between his legs. "I can tell you're getting aroused there." She puts her other hand on the bulge and gently gives it a squeeze. "I can also tell that you're rather large as well." She licks her lips after saying that. "Um, thanks. I don't know what to say." "Don't say anything." Beth leans in, presses her lips against his. "Do you mind this?" She kisses him again, her hand still in his lap. He returns her kiss, her lips part and she runs her tongue across his lips. Bringing her hand up, she caresses his cheek. After the show the other day, she wants him. Wants to feel him inside her, but, knowing he's a virgin, she has to take it kind of slow. "Wow, Beth. That feels really good." Mark smiles at her. "You have such a nice smile, Mark. Just do what I do, I'll guide you." She kisses him again, her mouth slightly open. As his mouth opens a bit, her tongue reaches forward into his mouth, searching to meet his tongue. Momentarily surprised, he meets her tongue. The sensation is amazing to him, he reaches up and puts his arms around her as they continue to kiss. Her hands are gently rubbing up and down his back, her tongue exploring his mouth. She can smell the sweat and cut grass on him, and it smells delightful. Her hands untuck his shirt and pull it up, they stop kissing long enough for her to get it over his head. She kisses his jaw, his ear, down his neck a bit as her hands wander over his chest. "You're so sexy." She breathes in his ear before pulling her shirt off. Beth hugs Mark, pulling him against her, feeling her breasts press against his chest as they resume making out. Mark's hands wander down and grasp her butt, squeezing her a bit. "Not so hard, gentle goes a long way. Take off my bra." She instructs, feeling Mark's hand slide up her back, the sensation is most pleasant. He fumbles with the clasp for a moment, before finally getting it. Beth slips the straps off her shoulders and lets the bra fall to the floor, her breasts exposed. "Wow, those are amazing." Mark says in awe. "They are, aren't' they?" Beth says, feeling proud. "Have you ever seen a woman's breasts like this before?" "No." Mark hangs his head a bit. "It's alright. Go ahead and touch them." Beth takes his hands and places them over her breasts, her nipples against his palms. He moves his hands slightly, feeling how the weight of her breasts, the sensation of them in his hands. "Squeeze them. Play with my nipples, that really gets me going." Beth instructs her young pupil. Obliging, Mark firmly grasps her breasts, giving them a good feel before he starts rolling her nipples around between his fingers. Feeling how hard they got, he tugs them gently. After a few pulls, he leans over and begins suckling on her right breast. "Oh, that feels good." Beth tells him. "I bet I know something that would really make you feel good though." "Hmmmm, what's that?" She pulls away, then lowers herself in front of him. She rubs the firm bulge in his pants,"Have you ever felt a woman's lips on your cock?" She asks, unbuttoning his pants, pulling the zipper down slowly. "No, never." "You want to?" She pulls his pants down to his ankles, revealing his Star Wars boxer shorts. "Nice drawers." She teases, playfully slapping his hip. Mark's face turns bright red. "Um, I thought they were cool." "Relax, hon. I like them." She hooks her thumbs in his waistband and slowly pulls them down, revealing his turgid member. "Oh, that's nice." She wraps a hand around him, and slowly strokes him, from the base to the tip. "Not too big, just the right size." He gets a bit harder as she says that. "I thought women liked bigger dicks." He says sheepishly. She blows on the head of his sex, watching as it gently pulses in time with his heartbeat. "Not all women, I like them this size. Too big is no good. You're a good size." She eyes his member hungrily, holding it up so she can blow on the underside of it. "I like how that feels." He moans softly. "You'll like this, then." Beth kisses the head of his member as she looks up at him. Mark stares in wonder at what's happening as she kisses him again, then licks the tip of it. "Feel good?" She whispers before taking the head of his swollen penis in her mouth, while gently stroking him. He leans back a bit, staring at Beth, enjoying the warm wet sensation of her mouth on him. She starts bobbing her head a little bit, Mark can see his stiffness sliding in and out of her mouth while she continues stroking him, her other hand cupping his balls. Beth feels him quickly getting more excited, feels his testicles move a bit and begins stroking him harder and faster. "Ohhhh, ohhh God!" Mark moans as he orgasms, his hot seed filling up Beth's mouth. Spurt after spurt, he stares in wonder as she takes it all in her mouth. Panting, he can only stand there dumbfounded at what just happened as she sucks him, working the last drops out before letting him fall from her mouth. She stands up, swallows and kisses him on the mouth. "That was just the warm up." She tells him, nibbling on his earlobe. "Oh, that was incredible." "You liked it?" Beth smiles at her young charge, her hands roaming over his body. "That was the best, Ms...I mean, Beth." "I have so much more to show you," She kisses his neck, her hand rubbing his member, trying to coax it back to life. Her other hand works her panties off. As they fall to the floor, she kicks them away. "Let's switch places." She pulls on Mark's arm, he gets up allowing her to sit in the chair. She spreads her legs before him, showing her tender parts to him. "I've never been this close before." He stares at her crotch, her labia are a bit swollen from excitement, a small tuft of dark hair just above her slit. He can see that she is wet down there, as she runs her finger along herself. "Give me your hand," Beth instructs him. He reaches towards her and she places his fingers on her mound. Tentatively, he strokes her, feeling how smoothly shaven she is. His fingers play with the little tuft of hair above her slit, before sliding through her wetness. Beth leans back, watching the expression on Mark's face. He's totally enraptured with what is going on, staring intently at her crotch as his fingers explore her quim. He rubs his index finger from the bottom of her slit to the top, just below the hair, before going back down again. 'Seems to be enjoying this,' Beth thinks to herself, then gasp as his finger finds her wet hole and slips inside her. "Oh, there you go." She smiles demurely down at him kneeling between her legs, his face inches from her hot sex. Helping the Neighbor Kid "Tom, what do we have going on this weekend?" Maggie called out her husband who sitting in his recliner in the other room. "I'm playing golf with the guys Saturday morning, but other than that I don't think we have any plans. Why?" Tom replied. "Just a moment Dear," Maggie yelled. "I'm on the phone with Joyce." Maggie and Tom are a married couple in their late 50s living in the suburbs. Nearing retirement, but continuing to put it off in an effort to pay their son and daughter's ever increasing college expenses. Joyce and Paul lived next door. They were similar in many ways to Maggie and Tom with two college aged children of their own. In fact, their son, Jake, was the same age as Maggie's son, Mark. Jake and Mark were great friends growing up and the families became close through attending Mark and Jake's football games or school events together. Maggie hung up the phone in the kitchen and rushed to where Tom was sitting. "Joyce said Jake broke his right arm and fractured his left wrist in an accident." Maggie explained. "That's awful!" Tom replied. "Joyce and Paul have to go out of town this weekend, and she was hoping I could check in on Jake and maybe help him out a little while they're gone. I told her I'd be happy to. I guess it will give me something to do while you play golf." Maggie continued. "Sure, that should be no problem. Let me know if I can help." Tom said. Later that evening, Maggie made a pasta dish for Jake, Joyce and Paul and took it next door. Joyce greeted her warmly and thanked her for making them a meal. Maggie explained they just needed to bake it in the oven for 30 or 35 minutes and said she hoped they would find it helpful. Joyce explained Jake's injuries to Maggie. Jake's right arm was in a cast to immobilize the broken bone. While he also fractured his left wrist, he was only in a left wrist splint, so he had some limited functionality with that arm. Joyce told Maggie that Jake could feed himself, dress himself, and bathe himself, but he had some trouble opening bottles, turning on the water in the shower, and other things most people find very routine. Maggie said she and Tom would love to help and offered to come over Saturday morning. Joyce said Jake usually gets up by 9:00, and asked if Maggie could stop by around 9:30. Maggie agreed and headed home to have dinner with Tom. That Saturday, Maggie called next door at 9:30. Jake answered and thanked her for volunteering to help him. He explained that he couldn't unlock the front door, so his dad left Maggie a key under the welcome mat and she could just let herself in whenever. Maggie said she'd be right over. She walked next door, found the key, and let herself in. Jake was sitting on the couch in his pajamas. "Well, what can I do for you?" Maggie asked after exchanging pleasantries. "I guess I'd like a shower. Maybe you could help me get the water on and open the soap and shampoo bottles for me." Jake responded. "Sure. No problem Dear! Just show me where." Maggie stated. "Just down the hall here." Jake inched off the couch and led Maggie to the bathroom. "I'll go grab some clothes if you can adjust the water temp for me." Maggie slide the clear glass door aside and turned on the shower. She found a nice, warm setting. She wandered back down the hall to the living room to let Joyce's dog out into their fenced backyard. "You probably need to do your morning business too, right?" Joyce said to the mutt. Meanwhile Jake returned to the bathroom. Seeing Maggie gone and the shower running, he figured it was ok to undress. He pulled his loose fitting shirt off, then slid his shorts and boxer briefs down his legs and carefully stepped out. Just then Maggie returned. They both shrieked upon seeing each other. "Oh my God! Holy Shit!" Maggie exclaim. "Sorry, I thought you were done in here." Jake stammered as he tried in vain to cover himself with his left hand. "No, no I'm sorry Jake. Holy shit." Maggie whined. "What's wrong? Why do you keep saying that?" Jake asked nervously as he pulled a towel in front of his nude body. "It's your penis." Maggie whimpered. "WHAT?!" Jake exclaimed as he looked to his crotch hoping everything was okay down there. "I've just, uh, never seen anything like that." Maggie blushed. "Is it okay?!" Jake begged. "I guess so, I mean I think so, it's just, uh, really, uh, really huge." Maggie stammered. "Oh, oh, you think?" Jake blushed. "Yeah, I've never seen anything like that" Maggie stated. Jake's flaccid penis hung heavily and nearly half way to his knees curving softly over his large egg shaped balls. His finely trimmed public hair did nothing to hide his sheer size. "Is it okay?" Jake begged. "Oh yes, yes. It's, um, um, very nice." Maggie stated. "I'll leave you to your shower." "Hey, first could you open the soap and shampoo bottles for me?" Jake asked as Maggie turned to leave. Maggie opened the bottles and slowly crept out of the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and went to let the dog in. Upon returning, she found the door just slightly ajar. Although, she felt a little guilty, Maggie peered through the cracked door and watched Jake through the glass shower door. He struggled in the shower to soap his back and left arm, but Maggie ignored the struggles and focused on his enormous penis. It was unlike anything she'd seen and she couldn't stop her curious feelings. She wondered if it got even bigger when he was aroused. Tom was maybe two inches soft but more than doubled that when he became erect. Surely Jake wouldn't double in size she laughed to herself. She then chuckled to herself that poor Jake was probably unable to masturbate since he couldn't turn a door knob or a shower dial - that led to a wicked idea. Maggie could offer to lend a hand! But no, what would Mark think? Or worse Tom? As she drifted into a daydream, she heard Jake shut the water off. "Jake, do you need anything?" Maggie called through the door. "No. I'm doing okay." Jake replied. Within a few minutes, he emerged from the bathroom in a white robe that he clutched closed with his left hand. "Do you need help dressing?" Maggie asked. "Nope. I think I've figured out how to do that after a two weeks of being gimpy like this." Jake answered. "Two weeks? I guess you probably have had time to figure some things out then." Maggie encouraged. "Well, Tom is out golfing anything else I can do to help her?" "I don't know. I think I'll be okay once I get dressed. I'll probably just watch some football." Jake explained. "Are you sure? Do you want company?" Maggie asked. "No. It's cool." Jake responded. "Cook something for you?" Maggie asked. "No." "Help with laundry?" "No." "Clean the kitchen?" "No. It's fine" "Take out the trash?" "Dad did that last night" "Not even a handjob?" Maggie asked. Immediately realizing what she said and only maybe meaning it as a joke, she started blushing. "Uh, oh my God." Jake kind of laughed. "Yes. Just joking Dear, but it must be rough to, um, take care of yourself in your condition." Maggie laughed. "Ha! Yeah actually, the worst part of it all." Jake joked. Maggie's daughter was always using that stupid "yolo" hashtag on Facebook, and Maggie hated it, but here Maggie's own "you only live once" chance. "Well, your mom asked me to lend a hand, so 'yolo' right, isn't that what you kids say?" Maggie laughed. "Huh? What do you mean?" Jake asked. "I mean, I could help you out if you know what I mean." Maggie smiled wickedly. "Oh my God! Really? Are you serious?" Jake exclaimed. "Only if you want to." Maggie said as she started to have second thoughts. "Oh my God Maggie, I haven't cum in three weeks. It would be amazing if you could help me like that!" Jake shouted. "Okay, what, what, do, do, we do?" Maggie stuttered, suddenly unsure of herself. "I don't know. I could just lay on the bed maybe." Jake said as Maggie followed him into the bedroom. Jake pointed at his nightstand and said, "I've got some lube in the bottom drawer there." Maggie bent down and took the small bottle out of the drawer. She turned around and looked at Jake who was still standing and clasping his robe closed. "Well, if we are going to do this it's going to be difficult if you keep standing there like that." Maggie winked. Jake let the robe drop to the floor revealing a huge semi-hard penis. He sat down on the edge of the bed and worked his way backward to his pillow. Maggie sat down next to him. She put a bit of the lube on her right hand then reached out. She took his stiffening penis in her hand. Jake let out a soft whimper. "Oh shit I can't believe this!" Maggie laughed. "Your penis is so big." "Yeah, most people are surprised by its size." Jake laughed. "How do you like it?" Maggie asked. "You can just keep doing what you are doing." Jake moaned as Maggie slid her right hand up and down his now hard shaft. "Damn. How big is this thing?" Maggie asked. "I can barely get my fingers around it." "It's a bit over nine inches long." Jake replied. "That's all? I was guessing a foot!" Maggie laughed. Maggie laid down beside Jake, but continued stroking him. "You are so much bigger than Tom" she cooed as she looked into Jake's eyes. "Really?" Jake asked. Maggie laughed like a school girl. "Yeah, he's like half this size. What feels best on it? "Maybe you could play with my balls a little while you jerk me off?" Jake suggested. "Sure Dear." Maggie said as she sat up and positioned herself between Jake's big muscular legs. She took his balls in her left hand and gently massaged them. She was amazing my their size. Jake reacted with a moan and several quick breathes. "You like that?" Maggie laughed. "Fuck yes!" Jake gasped. Maggie dropped his penis and focused her attention on his big balls with one in each hand. She marveled at the size of them. "No wonder you were always the bravest kid on the football team. You've got such huge balls." Maggie laughed. She moved both her hands back up to his throbbing cock and stroked it. Jake moaned in ecstasy as Maggie two handed him. "My cock looks so big in your little hands." Jake moaned. "You're so fucking sexy." "Oh yeah? You think so?" Maggie laughed. "Fuck yes Maggie!" Jake moaned. "I shouldn't admit this but I used to jack off to the thought of you in that white swimsuit you wore to our team pool party." "Oh so naughty Jake. You talk so dirty too." Maggie winked. "I'm sorry Maggie, but you have me so horny." Jake explained. "No it's ok. I like your dirty talk." Maggie laughed. "Are you gettin close?" "Yes Maggie." Jake answered. "Is it ok if I cum?" Maggie laughed. "You better cum! I'm not doing this to waste my time! What would help you cum?" "Talk dirty to me while you jack me off." Jake said. Maggie wasn't sure what to say as she wasn't much of a talker. "Your penis is so big Jake." "'Penis' sounds too medical Maggie. Can you call it something else?" Jake begged. "Your cock is so fucking big Jake!" Maggie exclaimed. "The biggest I've ever seen!" With that she saw Jake's huge balls retract and his penis got even stiffer in her hands. Jake grunted in pleasure. Seconds later, he erupted like a long dormant volcano shooting thick ropes of semen into the air. The first two blasts landed on her jeans and she noted they were more than Tom's average load, but Jake kept cumming. He eventually ran out of steam as the last of his massive load dribbled across her fingers. She'd never seen anything like it. She sat in silence staring at Jake's spent penis and the puddles of warm jizz all over her jeans, his bedsheets, and her hands. "Are you okay?" Jake asked. "Yeah, I've just never seen so much cum." Maggie explained as they both laughed. "I better wash your sheets and go change my pants!" Jake and Maggie climbed out of bed. She washed her hands then helped him into his boxer briefs, pants and a t-shirt. She threw his sheets into Joyce's washing machine, got Jake settled on the couch and helped him turn on a football game. "Well, I guess I'll head home before Tom gets back. If you need anything call me!" Maggie said as she walked to the door. "Thank you so much Maggie!" Jake exclaimed. "That was amazing!" "No problem Dear, but I'd appreciate it if we could keep this quiet." Maggie demanded. "Oh my lips are sealed!" Jake assured her. With that, Maggie headed back next door. She stripped nude in her laundry room and threw her semen soaked jeans into the washer then went upstairs. She couldn't believe the size of Jake's cock or the load he blew from his giant balls. She climbed into her own shower and took the showerhead off its holder. Using the gentle massage setting she guided the warm water across her body to her vagina. Massaging her breasts while the shower head massaged her pussy, she soon delighted in her own warm orgasm as fantasized about Jake and his huge penis. She couldn't wait to lend him a hand later that weekend.