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Covet Thy Neighbor's Son Ch. 01

By: Jaymal



The following story is co-written by me and the hugely talented Black Velvet. She took hold of the fantasy and ran with it, helping to bring part one to an explosive conclusion. I look forward to working with her on Part Two.

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Brandon was struggling with preparation for his math paper when mention of his name floated up from downstairs.

"No, I'm sorry, he's too busy with studying right now. You'll have to find someone else." His mother's voice was at its most austere. He heard the front door closing and went to investigate.

"Mom, who was that? What did they want?"

"It was nothing, dear. Get back to your books."

Now he had to know. "Mom, tell me. Was it about work? Paid work?" He'd spent enough time putting ads in local mailboxes to expect some return.

His mother sighed. "It's nothing you'd be interested in. Just next door. She wants some work done in that wilderness she calls a back-lot. But I'm not having you do it. I know her kind. Trust me, she'd want it for free or as good as."

"Hey, just because you and her don't get along ..." His mother and the local residents' group had already sent a delegation to number seventeen to complain. So what if the new arrival to Acacia Drive didn't meet their prim criteria? Brandon saw no need to be dragged into the business. "I can work out a fair price," he insisted.

"It's nothing to do with that. You've got your studies to ..."

"It's not your call, Mom." The past few years had been tough for her and he'd tried to play the good son, but enough was enough. "I'm eighteen and if I wanna work weekends, that's my choice. Why else have I been helping out Uncle Bobby all these years?" Digging rockeries and lugging stone around for his uncle's landscaping business had turned him into the tower of brawn he was today. It was time to put his skills and strength to use. Aside from all else the work might take his mind off the break-up with Debbie.

"Where do you think you're going?" his mother cried out as he headed down the stairs.

He stopped to lean down and peck her on the cheek. "You know where. See you later." And he left her standing open-mouthed.

* * * *

Janice was just about to reply to the e-mail when the doorbell rang. Her fingers paused halfway to the keys as she leaned back to get a better view of the front door. She frowned at the tall silhouette, having expected children selling cookies or magazines. No one ever called on her. At least not anyone from this town, and she had not heard a car pull up.

She checked her hair and smoothed her hands over flat tummy and curvaceous hips to straighten her dress. Janice always liked to look her best, even while lounging at home reading disappointing e-mails from her distant husband.

The bell rang again.

She felt the oppressive summer heat rush inside as she opened the door. It was the kid from number fifteen. So he'd followed up on her call despite his zealous church-going mother.

"Hi. I'm Brandon, ma'am." She cocked her head to one side as she observed him. "I live next door. My mother said that you needed some help with maintenance?"

"Come inside. You're letting in the heat." She stepped aside to allow him entrance.

"I ... um... it's nice and cool in here, ma'am." He smiled nervously, like he was expecting her to pounce on him at any second.

"I don't bite. And please don't call me ma'am, I'm not old enough to be anyone's ma'am."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't implying... I... um... sorry, ma'... Mrs. Cooper."

She laughed, a loud boisterous laugh that made her bosom heave gently. "Now that was even worse. Mrs. Cooper is my meddling bitch of a mother. Call me Janice."

"Sure, okay. You were looking for me? My mother... um... she's..."

"Oh I know what your mother is, Brandon. No need to explain. Follow me, I'll tell you all about my needs over some cool lemonade."

"Thank you, um... Janice."

She turned and walked toward the kitchen with him in tow, hips swaying seductively, high heels clicking loudly on the marble floor. A mischievous smile touched her lips as she caught his reflection in the glass wall lining one side of the kitchen; his eyes were moving up her shapely legs and pausing at her well toned ass.

* * * *

Dammit, he was doing it again, looking! That was what had almost got him in trouble two weeks ago. Innocently staring out his window, a headful of turmoil at the whole Debbie thing, and there she had been -- Janice Cooper, stretched out in a miniature bikini, applying lotion to every inch of that voluptuous worked-out body. Then settling down to her novel, one hand creeping its way under her string-bikini bottoms. He had watched it all ... Until, that is, her eyes had flicked up and caught his.

Damn! He had looked away, heart pounding, the colossal boner which had sprung in his shorts making him feel a spying pervert. Maybe she'd complain. "Mrs Lane, you have a peeping tom for a son!" He'd forgotten the incident until the walk over to her place. Now he was gawping at her all over again! As she guided him into a chair he diverted his eyes.

"Thank you," he said as she passed a glassful of lemonade. He tried to ignore the heave of her breasts against her flimsy dress as she joined him at the kitchen table. Around her he felt bulky and awkward, sure he was going to spill his drink everywhere.

"My pleasure, Brandon. You're going to be working up a sweat before the afternoon is out, so drink that down." Something about the way she said it made him heat up a little. He sipped nervously. "So are you as experienced as your advertising suggests?"

"Yeah, I've been gardening and landscaping for years. Anything needs doing, I'm good for it."

Her eyes swept his tall, muscled frame. "I don't doubt it." He shifted uncomfortably under scrutiny of her sapphire gaze. "It would be wrong of me to waste having such a strapping and able young man next door, don't you think?"

"Well, I ... What work do you have for me?" he asked in quiet desperation.

"For starters the grass in my back-lot needs hacking back." Her attitude turned more frank. "And I mean hacking, before you even get to mow it. My pool needs cleaning and if you do a good job at that, I've got some stone slabs ordered for a patio. I'll be honest with you, Brandon, I didn't ask for you to do you a favour. I need a man around here to get stuff done, not a boy. You're ready to do a man's job, aren't you?" She leaned forward, giving a view right down her impressive cleavage.

"Yes ... Yes ma'am. I mean Janice." God, he was swelling to the size of a bratwurst inside his pants. These days he felt like a reservoir of cum ever ready to burst and this woman was not helping.

"Then drink up and get your shirt off."

"Sorry?"

"You heard me." She grinned. "You're sweating already, you'll get drenched out there. So strip."

"Ehhh, sure. Whatever you say." He knocked back the drink, but had to turn away to mask his bulging crotch as he stood up and removed his shirt. In just his jeans he felt almost painfully exposed. "Are the tools outside?" He said it over his shoulder as he exited via the back door.

"They're out there. I think between us we've got all the tools we need," she chuckled. His face was burning as he set about the grass.

* * * *

Janice sipped her lemonade and watched Brandon through the one-way glass panels. She could not help but imagine how those big calloused hands would feel on her skin. She was mesmerized by the way his muscles rippled as he hefted the sickle to hack at tall grass. The heat outside was intense; she could see the rivulets run down his face, his lithe young body slick with sweat. He had been working out in the yard for close to an hour and she knew that she should let him take a break, but it was too much fun watching him build up a good sweat.

She had gotten the flyer in her mailbox about a month ago, but not paid it much mind. At the old house she had always had a meticulously tended garden, insisting on her husband hiring from only the best horticultural agencies. All of that had changed the day she caught her buff young neighbor spying.

She had been enjoying the late afternoon sun, not noticing him at his window until she sat up to apply more sun cream. Naturally, once she'd spotted him she had put on a little show. Applying lotion sensually slow, making sure she lingered on her inner thighs; spreading her legs just enough to make the spandex stretch tightly across her mound. Then she'd taken it one step further. Slipping her hand beneath the band of her bikini bottoms, she had run one finger lightly up and down her moist slit. Then without warning she had looked up directly at him. The glare of the sun on the glass had masked his expression, but within seconds she was staring at an empty window.

So when her husband hired a groundskeeper to tend the garden, she had sent him on his way with a cheque large enough to pay for three months of his services. Janice was not a patient woman, but she had waited two weeks before shoving her pride in her pocket and knocking on Martha Appleby's door.

The glasses clinked loudly against each other as Janice carried the tray of drinks out onto the patio. Brandon was bending over to check the lawnmower, his low-riding shorts hugging his hips. He picked up his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow as he straightened and turned toward her.

"I wasn't sure if you would want more lemonade or if you wanted a beer, so I brought both." She flashed him her sweetest smile, pretending not to notice his surprise.

"Thank you. Umm... lemonade will be fine." He looked at a spot on the wall just slightly to the left of her as he spoke.

Janice smiled as she turned to pour the drink from the jug. Some spilled on the floor - woops -- so she had to kneel over one of the pool loungers to mop up with a towel. "Oh dear, I can be so clumsy at times." She laughed, checking the glass paneled wall for his reaction.

"I... ehhh... can I help?" She could hear his slow intake of air as she wriggled her ass and felt the thin fabric of her white bikini bottom riding up to reveal more of her toned ass cheeks.

She flashed him a sunny smile as she straightened and turned toward him. "All done. Come sit with me. You look flushed. Too much sun?"

"I... umm... sure. I could use a break, ma'am... umm... Janice."

She took delight in the efforts he was making not to look directly at her. His attempt to hide the effect her display had had on him was cute too; he approached with both hands hugging his t-shirt in front of his visibly taut crotch. He sat down on the lounger across from her, still clutching the t-shirt.

* * * *

Brandon strived to ignore Janice Cooper's magnificent bikini-trapped tits. He steered his focus away from the luscious thighs she was crossing and the taut swell of her buttocks. Even the refined beauty of her face unnerved him, tinged as it was with mockery. Or playfulness, her eyes roving shamelessly all over his torso. The scything of the grass had been therapeutic, he had channelled all his angst and frustration into hard labour, but now as he stewed in the aftermath with her staring at him, all the spare blood in his body rushed to his loins, swelling him huge. He couldn't stop it.

"Ehhh ... Thank you," he panted, as his hostess passed him a fresh glassful of lemonade. He gripped the towel firmly in place as he drank.

"So Brandon," Janice purred, "Mom keeping you shut up in your room studying? That must be hard for an active young guy like you. Bet you were just bursting to get out today."

"Well yeah, but I'm, y'know, trying to get into college. Get my grades up." And keep my cock down.

"Finding it hard?"

"Sorry?"

"Your studies. Maybe your talents are more physical. Something you can put your back into." She sipped, eyeing him over the rim of her glass.

He fumbled through his heat-hazed mind for a response. "Well I'm pretty good at landscaping ..."

"I'll make more use of you then." She leaned her elbows on the chair-back, so that nipples protruded through tight fabric. "So what else have you got to distract you? Any hot little girlfriends on the go?" Her smile was sweet and enquiring.

"Ehhh ... Yeah. No. There was someone. We split up." She broke it off, he thought grimly. Probably thought I wasn't smart enough for her.

"I'm sorry, sweetie." Janice reached over and set a consoling hand on his leg. It sent a shock of electricity from the root of his cock right up to the tip. "I'm sure you miss her. In all sorts of ways."

"Yeah, well, we hung out a lot ..."

"Aside from that." She'd withdrawn her hand, but her eyes smouldered with meaning. He couldn't believe it was the meaning he thought. "A big healthy guy like you must need to let off a little steam. C'mon, Brandon, you can tell me." God, she did mean it.

"I ... We ..." He blurted out the truth in his panic. "We didn't do, y'know, that." She raised a sceptical eyebrow. "Really. We met at church. She wanted to wait and I ... I ..."

"You respected her like a good boy," Janice said, nodding her understanding, though there was a hint of something wicked beneath it. "Only it didn't work out for you, poor love." Her face tightened. "No wonder you go looking into other people's gardens." Brandon's rush of horror might have freeze-dried his sweating body. He opened and shut his mouth to no effect. "Thought you'd got away with it, did you?"

"I ... It was ... I ..."

Janice's face broke into delight. "Brandon, I'm fucking with you! God, honey, the look on your face."

His face burned in the heat of her laughter. His heart was still pounding. Clutching his tee-shirt to his crotch he said, "Look, I should go finish the grass..."

She restrained him with a hand to his arm. "Enough work for today, sweetie. You've earned a shower. Go on. It's up the stairs, first left -- through the main bedroom to the en suite."

Brandon's panic hadn't abated. "It's okay, Mrs Cooper, I can shower at home."

"Janice! And I insist you use mine. Can't have you going back to Mom's all sweaty. There's regular shower gel among all the foufie girlie stuff, so you won't end up smelling of orange blossom. Now get your cute butt up those stairs." She squeezed his bicep and his cock swelled solid under disguise of the tee. "Go!"

It was a relief to escape upstairs from Janice's scrutiny, even if he had to clamp the shirt obviously to himself as he went. He hardly noticed anything about her luxury abode until he made it -- through her bedroom -- to the expansive wet-room beyond. The state-of-the-art power shower was open to the rest of the tiled space. It felt strange, transgressive even, to be stripping off in this woman's house still with a massive erection. He stood under cold jets deliberately to calm himself. With his head still full of voluptuous tits and ass, even that only slackened him to half-mast.

He eased the temperature to lukewarm and gradually relaxed into his shower. It felt good to have his worked-out body cleansed and massaged by multiple hard jets. He picked out some Lynx shower gel and began to soap the aching muscles of his arms and chest. Escape from work and his mother's finger-wagging. This was good. This was just fine. And if the price was a little teasing from his hot neighbour, then ...

"God in Heaven, ain't that a sight for sore eyes?"

Shit! "Mrs Cooper!" She was leaning in the doorway, still in her white bikini, just staring at him. He dropped the gel bottle and grabbed both hands to his cock, turning away for good measure.

"Nice. Those buns are just as tight as I'd hoped."

"Mrs Cooper! Janice!" He couldn't believe this. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm looking." He could hear the satisfied smile in her voice. "Just like you did, you naughty boy."

God, his ass was on display to her. And his dick was engorging to full size. "Janice! Please! Let me get a towel!"

"Not gonna happen, mister. I didn't tell on you and now you owe me."

"Owe you? Whadda you want from me?"

"Don't fret, honey. I'm not gonna touch you. I'm going to stay right here and watch while you soap yourself."

"While I ..."

"Soap yourself, Brandon. Thoroughly. From top to bottom. Every. Last. Inch."

* * * *

Janice stood in the doorway while Brandon squirmed in an attempt to preserve his modesty. "Please. I... I... please Mrs. Cooper. I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry I watched." He remained with his back to her, butt cheeks clenched, hands over his crotch and hunched slightly forward as he pleaded. "Now can you please pass me a towel?"

She ran one finger slowly along the edge of the counter as she sauntered into the room, eyes glued to his ass. She grabbed a bath sheet off the top shelf before sliding onto the counter. The cool marble top did little to calm the searing heat spreading through her loins. "Now if you're truly sorry, then I suppose you can have a towel."

"Really? I... thank you." She could hear the relief in his voice.

"So... what are you waiting for? Come 'n get it, big boy." She smiled; practically feeling her words sink in as his body tensed.

She heard him sigh in resignation as he turned to face her. He moved toward her with as much grace as a man hobbling along with his cock in his hands could muster. Much as she tried to look on nonchalantly, it was hard to miss how impressive his barely concealed package was. She found it charming that he thought that he could hide a cock that size.

She looked up into his blushing face, noticing that the meek puppy dog look had been replaced by a look of quiet determination. Her gaze lowered as he lifted one hand to reach for the towel. Even in its half erect state Brandon's cock exceeded her husband's in both length and girth. With the right amount of motivation, this young stud could give her the fuck of her life.

"The towel please?" He held her gaze as he reached out his hand, jaw set firmly.

"Not so fast, big boy." She eyed him solemnly. "You haven't given me what I want yet."

"But you said... you said..."

"I said that you could have a towel if you were truly sorry. I'm afraid your apology didn't sound sincere at all."

A flash of anger flitted across his rugged features, outstretched hand balling into a fist. His hands dropped to his sides, chin lifted defiantly as if challenging her, giving her a glimpse of his erect manhood before he turned from her.

"Oh you're looking for your clothes? About that... they were so icky with sweat, I thought I'd do you a favour and pop them into the washer." He groaned. "If you're feeling self-conscious because you're naked and I'm not... I could fix that."

"No... that's not what I..." He turned just in time to watch her reach back and pull the string on her bikini top. The scrap of material glided down her abdomen and slid off onto the floor. His cock twitched in appreciation of her naked breasts.

"Oops! Too late..." She shrugged her shoulders apologetically as she cupped her fleshy globes, thumbs stroking over her pointed nipples.

Her fingers moved down her sides, over her hips and teasingly slow across her thighs. She watched emotions chasing each other across his face as she pushed her thighs apart with her hands. Her fingers travelled higher up her inner thighs until her thumbs brushed lightly over her spandex-covered lips on their way to the delicate threads holding up her last scrap of clothing. Her escalating heartbeat was echoed in the dull throb starting deep inside of her soaked pussy.

"Please don't do that..." he pleaded in a shaky voice as her fingers gripped her bikini strings.

"I said I wouldn't touch you. I said nothing about not touching myself." She leaned her head to one side, but despite her words, her fingers dropped away from her hips.

"What do you want from me, Mrs. Cooper?" His voice was heavy with desire; no longer making any attempt to hide his desire, his fully-erect cock pointing purposefully in her direction.


Covet Thy Neighbor's Son Ch. 01



"What do I want?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I want you to get back in that shower and do what I fuckin' asked you to. Do that for me and I promise you can leave whenever you want. I won't lay a single finger on you. You have my word on that."

* * * *

Brandon paused in his full exposure before Janice Cooper. The all-but-naked Janice Cooper. She's toyed with and teased him all afternoon, till irritation now vied with guilt and embarrassment. Along with the other emotion, the one which ran rampant to his cock. His organ was elevated and throbbing between them, responding to her magnificent naked breasts and her fevered words. It was beyond his control, straining with its own agenda. No point in even trying to hide it anymore, that just made him feel like a boy. Go ahead then, Mrs Cooper, go ahead Janice ... Look at my cock if you want to.

"Well?" she demanded, eyeing him top to toe. "Go scrub yourself, gorgeous."

He glared at her and strode back into the steaming jets with as much manly dignity as he could muster. He slipped a little as he went and burned anew to the sound of her throaty giggle. Resentfully he grabbed the gel and squirted a large glob into his hand. "This what you want to see?" he asked as he spread it around his pectoral muscles and abdomen, both hands working it into a lather.

She leaned against the wet-room wall and gazed at him, all smiling lips and out-thrust tits. "Oh yeah, honey, that's just what I want to see. My own live shower-gel commercial. Go on, soap up your whole body, legs, ass, everything. I'm gonna watch it all."

He did what she said, gritting his jaw so that no further shame would show through. He worked the gel into his chest, stomach and arms, shooting his watcher defiant glances as he washed. Then he spread the slippery sheen all down his thighs and calves, cock thrusting out from his loins as he went. She was fixed on him all the time, enjoying the show with a lascivious gaze. With his mother next door and half a dozen church elders living in the homes scattered about, he was the naked entertainment of their new nemesis, allowing foam to spill all down himself under her shameless gaze.

And now she was slipping a hand casually inside her bikini bottoms, working a finger between her legs. God, getting off on him while he soaped! "Don't miss that ass," she said, her voice hoarse. "Use the wash-rose. And let me see."

He grabbed the rose in a bunched fist, turned and gave her the full view as he worked it in circles around his tensed buttocks, sudsing them up for her delectation.

"That's it, honey, squeeze it into the small of your back, let me see the foam run down your ass-crack between those beautiful buns." He squeezed a soapy river from the rose and let it channel down, as she sighed her appreciation. "Damn, that looks so good. A girl could just watch that all fucking day. Now turn around."

Once more he complied, still bobbing at full attention. How humiliation could combine with such excitement he had no idea. The attention she was giving her pussy distracted him, but he made it clear in his voice how pissed he was. "So do I get my towel now?"

"God, baby, not before I've seen you soap that cock!"

He bridled at her damned presumption, and yet the words pumped him harder. Debbie had always shied away from any view of his member, even though he had secretly wanted her to see it in its glory. He'd wondered how she might gasp at its full extension, maybe even reach out to touch it, awed by his manliness. Now Janice was staring freely and, it seemed, loving what she saw.

"Go on, Brandon, soap up that beautiful big dick for me. I wanna see you work it." She was working herself as she said it, her free hand massaging a full breast. He couldn't believe she wanted this from him. "Do it for me, Brandon, or is the little church-boy too scared?"

Bitch! He grabbed the bottle and splurged gel into his free hand, before wrapping his hand around his shaft and starting to massage. Not soaping gently -- pumping himself hard in front of his hot neighbour. There, take a good look, Mrs Janice Cooper! Look all you damn well like!

She did like, that much was clear. "Goddam, baby, that's it. Jack that big fucking baseball bat. And look at me while you do it." He looked and knew instantly he saw this hot woman finger herself that he was in trouble. He was way too excited, his balls way too full to withstand much more. Then she made it worse. "You watch porn, honey?" He stared in confusion as he pummelled his cock with his fist. "Do you jack that big hard fuck-stick of yours to porno?"

"Yeah," was all he could gasp.

"I'll bet you do, every fucking day on the internet, tucked away in your room. Drooling over pretty little naked sluts. Well now you can do it to this." She took baby-oil from the shelf and drizzled it all over her tits, then commenced to rub it in with both hands. Brandon watched in astonishment as she squeezed great handfuls of breast-flesh, tugging on her big hard nipples, getting her mounds slippery with oil. His clenched fist speeded up instinctively on his shaft, driving him closer to crisis.

"You like that, honey? You like to be the one rubbing oil into these tits? Maybe slide that big pole of yours between them? Would you like that? Would that make you shoot your load, horny boy?"

Brandon pumped himself into a frenzy, he couldn't do otherwise. With alarm he realised the imminence of his climax. He tried to hold back, but it was too late. Right before her eyes -- he was going to come and come big.

* * * *

Janice was captivated by the sight of her strapping young neighbor stroking himself in her shower. Not even the sound of Brandon's phone ringing in the other room could distract her. Her eyes followed his hand as it glided smoothly up and down his well- soaped shaft, working him into a frothy frenzy. She felt his eyes burn into her as she pinched her hard nipples, stretching them to their limit until they slipped from her oiled fingers, making her full breasts bounce lightly as they sprung back. She looked up into his face, reading raw lust fighting for supremacy over muted shame and guilt. His movements slowed as their gazes locked; she sensed the shift in his demeanor, as though the indignity of his actions were sinking in.

Shame and guilt threatened to win the fight against his baser instincts, so she held his gaze and lowered her head; her tongue darted out to run around her pert nipple as she lifted a breast to her mouth. "Mmm... want to come over here and help a girl out, big boy?" She sucked her nipple into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue. Pleasure started from her pampered nipple and spread through her like liquid fire.

She heard him growl deep as his fingers tightened around his thickly-veined rod; he squeezed so hard the bulbous head of his cock looked ready to explode with the pressure, balls huge and heavy with unspent cum. She grazed her nipple with her teeth before lifting her other breast to her mouth. Her other hand teased slowly at her spandex-covered pussy, keeping her on the edge.

He leaned back against the tiled wall, breath coming in short ragged gasps as his hand resumed its movements. She heard the doorbell ring, but just watched as jets of water pelted his body, hips rocking to the rhythm of his pumping fist.

Janice worked her tiny love-button furiously, till she reached the precipice of her own fulfilment. Her breaths were coming in short shallow bursts as she frigged her way closer to powerful orgasm. She was tempted to rip off her panties and strum her naked snatch for him, but she knew that restraint was best after messing up her seduction. In desperation to put him at ease she had promised not to touch him... A promise she regretted as her fingers pushed down hard onto her spandexed clit, the fabric rough against her swollen nub.

The doorbell rang again. Janice was enthralled by the sight of Brandon stroking his cock for her; Martha Appleby's reverent, bashful, church-going son in her shower stroking his virgin cock just for her. The mere thought was enough to push her beyond coherent thought.

In her mind's eye she saw herself kneeling in front of him, his raging hard-on bobbing lewdly inches from her face. She felt the steely hardness of his cock under her tongue as she licked the underside of his shaft. She smelled his musky maleness invading her rioting senses, tasted the salty fluid as her tongue lapped an oozing droplet from his cock head. She saw him grabbing her by the hair and forcing her down onto him. She felt him push into her mouth, his girth stretching her lips into a wide O with brisk hard strokes.

Brandon's gutteral moan burst her bubble of erotic fancy seconds before his bucking hips tensed. His fist tightened around his thick shaft, eyes shut, face scrunched into a grimace of pained pleasure as his cock erupted. She heard his strangled yell. A thick jet of cum fired from him, exploding into the tiles a metre from his jarring body; it was followed by rhythmic bursts of creamy fluid as he juddered back and forth, his orgasm rippling through his entire body, splashing the tiles and his chest. Janice watched as he hosed himself free of cum, cock bulged to incredible dimensions, jerking as it spewed its spectacular load. Christ, the boy was going off like a burst fucking hydrant.

She pinched down hard on her throbbing clit, whimpering softly as the pain quelled the orgasm building deep inside of her. She had waited two long weeks to get what she wanted from him, a few more days of sharpening her appetite would only sweeten the pot. Instead she enjoyed Brandon shooting his final round, panting hard as his hand moved to milk his cock gently of the last sweet drops. Janice licked her lips as she watched it drool slowly from his cock, coating his fingers, huge globs sliding down the slick tiles, some still clinging to his heaving chest

The insistent ringing of the doorbell brought her out of her reverie. He was still under the shower with his eyes shut, his body visibly trembling, and clearly oblivious to the ringing bell, as his mess slithered down the tiles. Janice slid off the cool marble and grabbed her discarded bikini top off the floor. "I'll leave the towel over here. Come downstairs once your legs start working again."

She smiled as she left the bathroom adjusting her bra, whispering to herself, "You done good, big boy. You done good."

Janice opened the door to a grim-faced Martha, her neighbour's finger poised to ring the bell yet again. "May I help you, Mrs. Appleby?"

"I've come to...." Her voice trailed off and she stood gawking at Janice's scantily clad body.

"Yes? You've come to...?" She ran her fingers impatiently through her hair as she observed the other woman.

"I have come to get my son. Is he here?" Martha spat out vehemently.

"Your son?" Janice raised a quizzical brow.

"Yes. My son. Brandon? He came over here hours ago." She strained her neck to peer over Janice's shoulder.

"Oh you mean the handsome young man working out back? You have to excuse my confusion, Mrs. Appleby. It's just hard to imagine that anything that sweet could've sprung from those loins."

"Oh! Oh I have never..."

"Yes, I'll bet you've never. Now what was that you wanted again?"

"My son..."

"Where'd you put my clothes, Janice?"

The expression on Martha's face was priceless. Janice fought to suppress a triumphant smile as she turned to face Brandon. His wet hair framed his flushed face and his torso glistening with moisture, a towel slung low around his hips as he came down the stairs.

Janice turned back to smile sweetly at her ashen-faced new visitor. "Is that the son you were looking for, Mrs. Appleby?"

"Mom?!"

To be continued.



Covet Thy Neighbor's Son Ch. 02



Written by Jaymal and Black Velvet

Story so far: Brandon Appleby, a senior high school student from the suburbs, agrees to do gardening work for next-door neighbor Janice Cooper, much to the annoyance of his church-going mother. Over an afternoon he is subjected to a campaign of outrageous sexual harassment by the voluptuous Janice. This culminates in a shower incident in which he is trapped into masturbating for her entertainment. His mother arrives at the house to find him in an apparently compromised situation with the ungodly woman-next-door...

* * * *

"You are not going back to that woman's house."

The statement came apropos of nothing over breakfast. Brandon paused, a forkful of scrambled eggs halfway to his mouth. "Mom ..."

"Don't go thinking it. I can see you are and you're forbidden."

"Mom, I wasn't thinking anything."

"I'm not having her open the door to me again dressed like that for all the neighbors to see ..."

"It was a summer's day. So she wore a bikini."

"With my own son as good as naked in the house with her ..."

"Mom, no one asked you to come around. And I've already told you, she let me use her shower. That's all, okay?"

"That woman is ungodly trouble." Brandon's mother stabbed at him with a triangle of toast. "She'll have designs on a young man like you, be sure of that. Her husband nowhere to be seen and so she's casting her eye about, wearing next to nothing."  

"You've got it all wrong."

"And the way she spoke to me, did you hear her? I've never been so affronted in my life."

"Well maybe if you'd made more of an effort when she arrived in the neighborhood ...."

"You're defending her? Oh she's already getting her claws into you, young man, I can see it. Well not any more. You can stay away from next door. Now finish your breakfast and go get ready for church. Because that's one place we can be sure not to find her."

Brandon glowered a moment, before mutinously shovelling down the rest of his bacon and eggs. Rushing to Janice Cooper's defence, how rich was that? His mother had got it right, which made her words all the more galling. If she'd known the whole truth ...

It had been a long, hard night -- of the cock, if not the soul. Memories of Saturday afternoon had rendered Brandon's room a sweaty cell. Under a single sheet he had writhed, images of his neighbour's oil-drenched tits and her tiny clinging thong possessing his mind and swelling him massive once more. Three times he had jacked himself off, just so he could sleep, her beautiful face taunting him and that mocking laugh in his ears.

Damn her! To tease him as she had done, make him feel like a clumsy child, a toy for her entertainment. Her eyes all over him, staring at his soaped-up manhood while she played with herself. Making him do what he'd done right there in front of her delighted eyes ... Anger burned along with lust each time he hosed off a wad.

Well he would show her. Reclaim his dignity and his pride. Show Janice Cooper that she couldn't treat him like some piece of eye-candy while her husband was out of town. He had principles, moral backbone, and he was damn well going to prove it.

"What are you doing?" His mother's suspicions were raised by the definitive manner in which he clattered down his fork and wiped his mouth with the napkin. "Go get showered and changed."

"I am showered. And I'm not going to church this morning."

"I'm sorry?"

"I've got a lawn to mow and then I want paying."

"Brandon, are you defying me? I forbid you ..."

He was almost out of the kitchen and wheeled around to respond. "Or what, mom? Gonna ground me? Kick me out? Look, after dad walked out, you told me I was going to have to be a man. Take some responsibility. Well that's what I'm trying to do. Pay my own way, through college or−or whatever." He cast around and grabbed one of his landscaping leaflets from where they lay on a kitchen shelf. "See what it says here?" He pointed out the bold type on the sheet. "'No job left unfinished', that's my promise to the customer. It means something to me. Well I'm going around there to keep my promise. Cut her grass, take my money and leave. You got a problem with that, mom?"

She looked harassed, but apparently could find no comeback. In tee-shirt, shorts and sneakers he left the house. Right. That was his mother brushed off. Time to do the same with Janice Cooper.

* * * *

A tiny smile played at the corner of Janice's mouth as she heard the doorbell. She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes and luxuriated in the sweet memories that had kept her tossing and turning in bed all night long. Back so soon, big boy ... I knew you would be. The doorbell rang again, longer than the first time. Janice rose from her chair, tousled her hair lightly and padded her way slowly toward the front porch. "Oh, it's you. You woke me." She leaned her head against the open door, lifted a hand to her lips as she feigned a yawn and observed him through sleepy lids.  "I came to finish what I started." There was a marked shift in his demeanour from the day before; Janice immediately picked up on the brusque edge to his voice.  She made to step aside so he could enter, then stopped abruptly as he moved forward, bringing her silk covered body to within inches of his. The jolt of electricity between them caught her by surprise; the move was meant to throw him, yet she was the one fighting to gain composure. Her fists balled at her sides, nails digging painfully into her palms as she fought the compulsion to press hardened nipples firmly to his chest. Her breath fanned his neck softly as she breathed, "Yes, you did leave quite a bit unfinished..."  "You going to keep me at the front door all day long, Mrs. Cooper?" His casual stance and nonchalant tone were belied by an obvious struggle to keep his eyes on her face, away from her scantily clad body. "I mean, I know I'm good, but even I can't do everything you need me to from here."  Janice reached up and stroked her thumb softly across his lips.

"Stop tha ..."  "Relax, you were wearing your breakfast." Her smile could have been interpreted as sweet and innocent, by those who'd never had a Janice encounter.  "Brandon!" The shrill voice cut through the atmosphere Janice had so carefully cultivated. Annoyance flashed through her for the briefest of moments before she reeled it back in and waved over Brandon's shoulder.  "Good morning, Mrs. Appleby. You're looking especially vibrant today." In that obnoxiously bright-pink flowered frock and hat.Janice smirked at Brandon's irritated sigh and the squaring of his wide shoulders as he turned to face his mother.  

"What do you want, mom? I told you..."  "I know what you said, Brandon. I know that we need the money and you are trying to be honourable, but there can never be any blessings from money earned from ... the ungodly." Martha lifted her chin and stared directly at Janice. "I will be in the car. Waiting, We'll be late for church if you don't hurry."  Janice watched as Brandon strode down the porch steps and toward the gate. She wished she could hear the clearly heated exchange as he took his mother by the arm and ushered her to her car. The sweet taste of triumph was in Janice's mouth; the righteous son of this fervent moral advocate defending the most exciting, albeit only harlot woman he has ever met. It was flattering. It was progress.  She left the door open and made her way back inside, stopping to observe herself in the hall mirror, silken negligee clinging softly to her curves, hardened nipples straining against the fabric. Her unpainted face looked slightly flushed, but there was a natural beauty only enhanced by the mischievous glint in her emerald eyes. Janice had never been one to entertain false modesty the way most women did; confidence in her allure kept her from feeling demoralized at her husband's ever-growing neglect of her carnal needs.  The front gate clanged shut loudly seconds before Brandon strode through the front door, face darkened with controlled anger. She could feel the energy emanating from his tensed body. There was something exhilarating about this new side of him; juices dampened her inner thighs as she felt the beginnings of that all-too-familiar tingle deep inside.  "What's the matter? Are you okay?" She reached out to touch his arm, but with a lightning reflex he grabbed her wrist and shoved her aside.  "Don't you even think of touching me, lady," he breathed through clenched teeth before marching through to the kitchen, leaving a stunned Janice in his wake.  "Oh my, what big claws we have ..." she mumbled as she turned to shut the door, before following him through to the kitchen. Already he had slid open the patio door and was looking out at the backyard.  "What else do you need me to do out there?" He did not even turn back toward her.  Unusually Janice found herself lost for words. This was not going as she had planned. Dammit! "I was just about to have coffee, would you..."  "Look lady, I charge by the hour. And while I'd love to bill you for all the inconvenience you've caused me, I'll only charge you for work done. So time is money."  "Well... the pool needs cleaning and..." He walked off toward the tool-shed before she could finish the sentence.

* * * *

The back of Brandon's neck was already pricking with sweat as he entered the shed. There had been satisfaction in brushing Janice off like that, but he had to keep up momentum. He stomped about trying to find the equipment before his client could torment him with assistance. Okay, get things underway. No messing around. Don't stand for any of her games. Their moments of physical contact had shot him full of fire, the naked bathroom encounter flashing hot and shameful in his mind on each connection of their flesh. Best to be firm with her, to take a man's commanding tone. He'd dealt with his mother's piety. Now he would prove to this woman that he was a businessman, not a plaything.

"Got everything you need?"

He clattered around gripping the pool vacuum along with leaf rake and algae brush. "Yeah, I'm fine." Goddamn, standing there still in her nightwear, all rumpled and straight-out-of-bed, breasts thrusting bullet-tipped against silky fabric, as though challenging him not to look. Where the hell was this woman's husband anyway? "Look -- if you don't mind, Mrs Cooper, I've got a job we agreed on."

"It's Janice," she smiled, and the curve of her lips set him swelling inside strategically-chosen baggy shorts. "Surely there's no formality between us now, sweetie."

"It's Mrs Cooper, lady."

She licked her shapely upper lip and almost laughed. "God, aren't you the man today? I just love to see you all assertive. It's fucking hot."

"Never mind that." Brandon swatted away the compliment before it could land. She couldn't make him blush today−once you'd shot your load for someone's entertainment, little else could embarrass−but there was danger in her flattery. It sent the blood charging for his dick. "I came here so I could get to work."

"Believe me, honey, that's just what I intend. You've got a seriously hard morning's work ahead of you."

"Yeah, on your damn pool. So ..."

"You'll be needing that extendable pole. But I'm sure you'll get the use of it. Even if you haven't done much plunging before, I've a feeling you'll take to it just fine."

Too much, too goddamn much. "For the love of God, Janice, will you get out of my way?"

"Well since you asked so nicely, handsome ..." She stood aside, shaking back her hair and teasing the lacy hem around her cleavage. Burdened with the various accoutrements he rattled past her, trying mentally to fend off the burn of her gaze. He was carrying so much he got trapped in the doorframe. His face smarted at her husky chuckle. So he wasn't beyond embarrassment after all. "Hey," she said, "that's what comes of being such a big boy. You're always going to be a tight fit."

"Lady, just ..."

"I hope you don't mind if I keep an eye on you. Make sure I get my money's worth. I want to see all those muscles getting a proper work-out."

"Well we both know how you like to watch," he spat, trying to bundle through the door.

"I do, Brandon, when the view's so fine." He felt her behind him, hot breath searing his neck, hard-peaked mounds compressing against his back, hands applying a light caress to his hips. "Of course sometimes I like to do way more than look ..."

He disengaged from the door before his body could seize under her touch. "I told you, hands off!" Cock jutting awkwardly against the lining of his shorts he headed for the pool, desperate to immerse himself in the task. Escape from this hot married woman and all her salacious tease. Get a grip, buddy, you came here to earn a wage. Filter ... Clean the filter ...

He went to work, checking over his shoulder to see whether Janice had followed. For a while at least he was free of supervision and in the mundane chore of mucking out the filter his hard-on subsided. By the time he had attached the vacuum and set about the pool-bottom, he had almost begun to relax. Get the job done, that was the way. Put his effort into that. Scrub those tiles, rake that water, and maybe go finish the grass. Get it all done in one hot, sweaty morning. Work it all out of his system. Then grab his pay and get the hell out before ...

"Something to drink for that super-hard worker. God, that tee-shirt is just clinging to you. Hell, take it off!"

Brandon turned around warily and nearly toppled into the pool. Janice was approaching with her sunniest grin and little else. Her bikini-du-jour was micro. Those magnificent tits were slung in paltry red triangles, while a similar patch of material barely covered her pubic region. Her waxed pubic region, for not a strand of hair strayed from under that tiny scrap of red. He wondered if any hair remained under there at all. She was gliding easily in red heels, towel and sun lotion in one hand, a bottled beer in the other, every visible inch of her a rich golden-brown.

"I know, I know," she said as she sashayed, "it'll shock the neighbors. But you know what? Fuck 'em. If they can't accept a little human flesh ... What do you think, big guy?" She spun around as she drew close, peering over her shoulder. "Can I still pull off this little number?"

Caught off guard he could only stare at how the thong followed her hips' curve to be gobbled up between the taut globes of her ass. Manfully he wrestled his attention back from her contours to that smirking face. Under cover his cock was pointing at his chin. "Mrs Cooper, I've got a pool to clean."

"But you've worked up such a sweat, mister, you deserve this." She swivelled back around and pressed the perspiring beer bottle firmly into her breasts' springy canyon like she'd walked from a beer commercial. "Ooh, that feels so nice. Fresh from the fridge. C'mon gorgeous, relax a little. Take it from its holder."

"I've got a ..."

"You could be stifling in church, but you're here, being offered a cold one by a hot gal on a beautiful day."

"Okay, okay, I'll drink it." He reached for it and she moved in reverse, a 'come-get-it' smile on her face. "Just gimme the damn thing!"

He grabbed it roughly, tearing it from its fleshy resting place, furious at himself for the thoughts that swirled. Her tanned orbs were bouncing gently, just like they had done when she oiled them up for him the day before. He resorted briskly to the beer. So what if his drinking experience was combined to a few illicit nights with his buddies? He chugged it in a single go, not once breaking her gaze as the cold river flooded down his throat. It made him feel good, manly, like he was showing this woman he wasn't just the dumbass boy next door. "There, Janice." He shoved back the empty bottle. "Now can I get on?"

"Sure," she said with a sideways tilt of her head. She set the bottle to the poolside. "Don't let me stop you. I'm just going to lie down and cream myself while I watch." She proffered the lotion. "Unless of course you want to do the creaming."

He took in the bikinied goddess before him with her taut stomach and her swollen tits and her lusciously rounded hips. And those full lips curled into a promise. His blood was raging though his veins, more so since he'd taken his alcohol shot. "I'm not here to ... to cream," he managed, past the thumping in his temples. "Do what you want, I'm here to work."

Erection swaying in his shorts, he ripped himself away and went back to cleaning the pool.

* * * *

Brandon's attempts at a blasé attitude, thought Janice, were contradicted by the tension in his shoulders -- not to mention that in his shorts. A tiny smile teased at her lips as she turned toward the lounger, put on her sunglasses and spread her towel onto the sun-heated pillows; she smoothed out every tiny crease, purposely prolonging his view of her exposed buttocks. The tiny wisp of fabric covering her mound eased its way up between her desire-swollen lips as she sat down on the sunbed; it caused her to moan as heat flared through her loins. I'll have your cock before the day is through, and that's a promise. She uncapped the sunscreen, squeezed a dollop into her palm and leaned down to smooth it up from pointed foot all the way up her shapely calve to the knee, mirroring the movement with her other leg. Then she rubbed her hands together before spreading the remaining lotion into her thighs, splayed fingers moving slowly up towards her hollows. Her eyes drifted over to Brandon under guise of the dark glasses, but he had his back turned.

Dammit! Why does he have to act like such a petulant child? Sliding one leg over so she straddled the recliner, she lowered her body before squeezing a liberal amount of cool cream directly onto her belly. Tremors of sheer delight coursed through Janice as her fingers worked the oily balm into her sun-kissed skin. A gentle breeze played over her body, fanning rather than cooling the heat between her spread thighs. Her hands moved up along her fluttering tummy and over her fleshy orbs, fingers slipping under the tiny red triangles; she had to stifle a moan as her fingertips grazed her aching nipples.  The moisture between her legs grew as Brandon pulled his shirt off and hung it over the handle of the lawnmower. His skin glistened with perspiration, and she imagined what it would feel like to be running her hands over those tight young muscles. In her reverie she closed fingers around one taut nipple, sending sweet sensations straight to her throbbing pussy. Stop, Janice! Fuck! You don't want to be making yourself cum. That's not your main goal today.  She picked up her book and started to read, leaving Brandon to do his job ... the part he was being paid for in cash. With the sun warming her skin and images of Brandon's gorgeous soaped-up cock filling her head, she tried to focus on print that danced before her eyes.  A dark shadow fell across Janice's lounging form and she looked up from her book, eyes traveling slowly over toned, tanned flesh. Man flesh. "You're blocking my sun."  "I can't find the chlorine. Do you have any?" He looked directly at her as he spoke, but then his eyes travelled unashamedly down her body, pausing at her slightly flattened breasts, before proceeding lower to the furrow between her thighs, to her all-but-exposed pussy. It was as though he'd given up trying to ignore what was before him.   "You enjoying the view?"  "What I'd really enjoy is getting the job done." His gaze moved back up to her face, and for the briefest of seconds his expression softened. "I have some chlorine back home, I'll go get it."  "It's in a brown cardboard box at the back of the shed." She lifted her book and feigned further reading, the casualness of her dismissal at odds with her rapidly beating heart and aching pussy. Without another word he turned toward the shed. She could hear him rummaging around trying to find the chemicals.




Covet Thy Neighbor's Son Ch. 02



 After a torturous half hour of scorching sun and watching Brandon at work, boredom set in. The book, well-written though it was, did little to divert her imagination. She set it down, rose smoothly and walked to the water's edge where Brandon knelt, adjusting the speed on the pool cleaner. "How much longer will you be? This is taking too long."  "Do you want a clean pool or not?" He didn't turn or look up at her.  "I'm burning up." She moved in closer, leaning down to look over his shoulder. "You really need to hurry up. I'm in need of relief."  Brandon sighed. He turned as he tried to straighten up and found himself mere inches from the damp red triangle of her thong− just as she had planned. That close he'd be able to smell her musky scent−just as she had planned. He'd be able to see the outline of her swollen pussy lips clearly through the thin fabric. Just as she had planned.

"Shit!" He rose startled and stepped back, face flushed with the close encounter. He'd stepped too far, for he wobbled suddenly on the edge of the pool and fought to regain his balance.

Janice could not resist the impulse. She reached out and pressed slim fingers against his chest. "Oh! Oops ..." she said, and pushed.

* * * *

Brandon hung in air for an instant, arms flailing in vain to retrieve himself. Janice loomed before him, face full of triumph, tits thrust out like twin zeppelins; the sweet smell of her pussy was still in his nostrils. All gentleman was expelled by anger and he grabbed at the only thing there for the grabbing−her bikini top. She uttered a yell as the string pulled tight around the back of her neck, his weight tugging her off balance. He felt a flash of satisfaction as he toppled, that he was taking this taunting bitch with him.

He hit the surface with a wet smack, sending flumes of water either side and cushioning the buxom neighbour who fell on top of him. They tumbled together a moment then floundered upright, Janice laughing hysterically as water rushed down between her bouncing tits. His grip had yanked the triangles free of her nipples, exposing her completely.

"Guess I had that coming, didn't I?" She swept wet hair away from her grinning face.

Brandon's mind was alive with lust and rage. He grabbed the strings of Janice's flimsy top, stuck as they were all around her exposed chest, and pulled, trying to rip the garment from her. She gasped in a rare display of shock. How nice to expunge that mocking smile from her lips if only for a moment. Several hard wrenches failed to remove the bikini, so he seized Janice instead, filled his palm to brimming with hot, moist tit-flesh. Goddamn! It felt so good he grappled his other hand to her, gave her the double-grope he had secretly dreamt of.

"This what you wanted, Mrs Cooper? Is it?"

"Oh fuck yes, bring it on, big boy ..."

If he was giving in, it would damn well be on his terms. He'd show this woman. Oh God ... Big juicy gorgeous handfuls, nipples rough and rigid under the squeeze of his thumbs. The sensation swelled his dick near to bursting under the water's surface. He wanted closer; his body needed more of this woman. Seizing the back of her neck he pulled her wet form to him, sealing his mouth on hers with those amazing breasts pillowed against his chest.

It was a clumsy kiss at first, he knew, and he pressed his lips all the harder as though to compensate for lack of expertise. Janice slowed the thrash of his tongue with velvet strokes of her own and he allowed her to tame him, abashed that all his sofa sessions with Debbie had not taught him better. Her hands on his back and on his face seemed to cradle and possess him in equal measure and he broke from her ripe mouth as though to tear free of her tongue's enchantment.

"Damn you, Mrs Cooper ..."

Her lips were curling into that wicked smile again and he gripped her wet hair to prevent it, yanked her head back and made her catch her breath. In his new fusion of anger with desire it was instinctive. He laid his mouth on her neck, caressed and sucked and drew the ridge of his teeth over her flesh, while his palm made free with her tits once more. No smiling now, right Janice? Not from the breathy moans escaping her. His palm roughed up her fleshy orbs, pinching and tugging at her nipples, his heart elating at the fullness within his grip.

He backed her against the poolside so that he could press her there, lean her back and fill his mouth with one breast while continuing to grope its twin. The nipple-point was rough and swollen under his tongue, the softer flesh firm yet pliant. Janice's fingers slithered through his hair and drew him tighter to her, urging him to feast.

"Oh God, that's my bad boy ..."

She pulled his face central and began to smear his face all over her wet breasts, laughing again at him. "Can't get enough now, can you honey?"

As though to prove her words he thrust his hand underwater to grip, to fill it with the luscious curve of her ass. His fingers dug into the cleft as he squeezed and he felt how smooth she was between her legs, how inviting. Drawn by erectile fascination he slid his hand around her front and down between the fork of her thighs. Middle finger slipped past the thread of her thong as though it wasn't there. Her wetness seemed to suck him inside and suddenly he was plunged to the base knuckle inside her searing-hot cunt.

"Oh my God ..."

His eyes met hers in that moment. "Feels good, doesn't it?" said the wife of the guy next door. 'Good' hardly described it. Intimate, clutching-wet and secret. So wrong, so amazing. He clutched between her legs, driving his finger deeper, feeling her spasm and gurgle around him. "What else do you want to put in there?"

All he knew in that moment was the bulging hardness of his cock and the tight wet place where he was going to put it. Right here, right now in the pool he was going to do this thing. He was going to fuck Janice Cooper. Holy crap, he was going to fuck.

Instinct consumed him and he wrenched at the band of his shorts to free himself. Hell, he could hardly undo the damned knot ...

* * * *

If she hadn't already been turned on to the point of delirium, Janice would have laughed at Brandon's attempts to free his cock. His thrusting digits had left her breathless and aching for more. Clumsy as his assault on her body had been, it had also excited her to beyond rational thought. She used the time he was fumbling with his shorts to gather her scattered sensibilities, reassess her next move .

Focus Janice, get your head together, it can't happen like this. Not here. What if his snooping mother is home? She stifled a giggle as his enthusiasm got the better of him. He shoved and kicked at his clinging shorts, lost his footing and toppled with a splash; seconds later his shorts popped to the surface, then sank as his head emerged.  "Now that's what I call raw enthusiasm."  Brandon did not seem to share her amusement. His face loomed before her, flushed and intense. He seemed to be wrestling inwardly again. She could not believe it. "No, Mrs. Cooper, that's what I call nearly making the biggest mistake of my life." He turned from her, pushed down on the side of the pool to hoist himself out of the water, flinching as his unmistakably hard cock brushed the side whilst he clambered up. His wet clinging boxer shorts offered him little modesty as he strode toward the house, clearly defining the clenched muscles of his firm ass.

 Janice climbed the ladder as fast as she could while maintaining her poise, then sauntered toward the house, reassuring herself. It's all okay. There's no rush. He's not going anywhere with his shorts at the bottom of the pool. She reached back to untie the bikini top that still hung lopsidedly around her neck; it was a challenge untying the wet knot, so she just slipped it over her head and threw it on the grass to dry. Her bikini bottoms followed suit. She found him dripping all over her kitchen floor; it seemed he had been watching her nude approach through the glass panels. So much for the grand exit.

"I thought you'd left."  He closed the distance between them in two strides, grabbed both her arms, and pulled her so close she could feel his breath on her lips. "Fuck it. Some mistakes are just meant to be made, aren't they, Mrs. Cooper?" His mouth found hers -- grinding down hard onto her lips, tongue thrusting urgently into her mouth, Janice's body melted into his, heart and pussy echoing the same rhythm. That familiar tingle spread through her loins as his merciless assault on her mouth softened, his tongue stroking hers slowly, but firmly. His hands slid down her body to cup her ass cheeks before lifting her effortlessly; he carried her toward the kitchen island with her legs wrapped around his waist. She felt him moan as she pressed her moist pussy firmly against his belly, until he set her down on the counter.  Liquid fire pumped through her veins as his mouth travelled down her neck, sucking and licking at her flesh, fingers stroking roughly across her nipples. "Oh fuck, yes. Oh ... mmm ..." Janice let out a deep moan as his mouth found a nipple and sucked hard, tongue flicking over the sensitive nub. His eager mouth found her other nipple and closed around it at the same moment his thumb pressed down on her clit. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her body as his teeth grazed her nipple roughly, thumb stroking over her clit hard and fast. Damn! This boy's a fast learner.

She felt her orgasm building deep inside of her, hips thrusting urgently toward his hand of their own accord. Her breathing grew shallow, tits thrusting out as her body arched back sharply. Janice moaned ... then his mouth released her aching nipple and his finger lifted off her clit. Her body was ravenous for the young man staring up at her, his eyes darkened by passion. "Wha... what? Why'd you stop?"  "I'm sorry. Were you about to cum, Mrs. Cooper?"

Little shit! He was toying with her; she recognized the taunting glint in his eyes. What the fuck did he think he was playing at?  "You know damn well I was." Her words were a breathy rush, pussy throbbing as it remembered the feel of his finger, her nipples aching to be back in his mouth again. Fuck this little boy! Yes, fuck this boy is right; she would be fucking him before the day was through. She would show him who he was screwing with ...  And that was the last coherent thought Janice Cooper had before Brandon pulled her lustful naked body off the kitchen counter and shoved her roughly to her knees.  "Fair to assume it's my turn now, Mrs. Cooper." He grabbed a handful of her hair, gripped the band of his boxers and in one swift movement thrust them down.

* * * *

Check it out, Janice. That what you wanted to see again?

Damn it all, he'd known when he left the pool that his words of defiance were a fraud, that it was a temporary retreat and he'd nowhere else to go. That he didn't want to go anywhere else. At least here there were no neighbors to spy and report. Here he could take charge.

It felt good. To have this luscious woman melt under influence of his mouth. To thrust her to the floor with her tits bouncing, seize her curls and confront her with the swaying tower of his cock. So much better than cringing in the shower while she mocked him. You want to see, Mrs Goddamn Bitch Cooper? You want to see? Well here I am close up. Oh yeah, we−do this, we do it my way.

"What are you waiting for? Get your mouth around that cock, Janice." The words sounded foreign in his mouth; he'd heard something similar in a porno. Not that he'd ever thought himself the type to use them, but now that the words came from his lips, he liked it a whole damn lot. Speaking that way to her charged his dick all the harder.

Janice stared past his standing rod into his eyes. She looked shocked, aroused and pissed-off at losing the initiative. Her hand reached out, fingers stretching as far around the shaft as they would go. Oh fuck, it was finally happening. A woman's palm wrapping itself about his cock. It swelled his pride that he looked so sturdy and huge in her grasp. Shit, keep it steady, guy. Control the moment. "That's it, lady, hurry up and get it in your mouth."

She smiled to hear him say it and his bravado faltered at that wicked smirk. Like this woman didn't know how to suck dick. Her tongue snaked from her lascivious mouth and curled all around his glans, shuddering every inch of him. He seized tighter into her hair as she enveloped him, to brace against the rush of excitement. Goddamn. Fuck. C'mon, hold it together. Show her what you're made of.

Brandon's porn-stud pretentions were all but swallowed up in Janice's mouth. His cock throbbed huge under her vacuum-suck. He fixated on the perfectly-curved lips now wrapped around his head, tongue stroking the sweet spot underneath. Like she had known just where to find it. She figured she had him captured, this woman, eyes taunting while her mouth did its work. God she looked so good butt-naked on her knees, mouth full with his dick. Oh god, oh fucking shit, she's sucking my dick! C'mon, Brandon, keep a grip on yourself ...

He gripped her, drew her down onto him, watched her lips stretch wide as he pushed to the back of her mouth. It was good to see her fight back a gag-reflex as she took him. So his dimensions were a challenge even for this experienced mouth. "Come on, Janice, I wanna see you suck my cock!"

Shit, articulating the thought did nothing for his control. It made him want to bust his nut even more and she knew it. Slim fingers were enclosing his balls, squeezing as though to test how full they were. Her mouth withdrew, relinquishing his bulging shaft so that that experienced tongue could lash against the eye. He strove to refocus, to fight his body's urges. "That's it. That's it." God, he wanted to show this woman who was boss ...

Not possible. No way could he withstand the onslaught. Janice sucked him up again, one hand slipping behind to clutch his ass. She gripped, mouth expanding into a broader O than before to accommodate the thickest of his girth. He watched astonished as she plunged, swallowing up his erection almost to the base.

"Oh God ..." It would have been a feat to marvel at just watching, but feel himself down his neighbour's unflinching throat blew his mind. How could he expect to fuck her face properly the first time he'd ever been sucked? He grabbed her loose curls with both hands and thrust anyhow. Hell, he'd get a few good strokes in before he blew. Shit, that felt so fucking amazing, to be shafting into his tormentor's throat! Take that, Mrs C! He watched, jubilant, as his pole emerged from Janice's mouth, glazed thick with saliva, spit-strings still annexing him to her lips. But the victory moment was short-lived, for she gobbled him back up on her own initiative and began sucking hard.

Of his better nature Brandon lost all control. Hands clutching into Janice Cooper's locks he shafted hard, fucked into her throat until she gagged, crammed into her all the cock he could manage. Surprised, Janice? Hell, this is what you asked for and you can damn well have it. He abandoned himself to the insanity of his lust and stroked into her without mercy.

It couldn't last long. His machinery kicked into operation and there was fuck all he could do to slam on the brakes. He was going to blow his wad mere seconds into this premier face-fuck. Well at least he knew where his jism was all going and he kept tight hold of Janice to make doubly sure.

Every muscle in his pelvis clenched as the pump-action kicked in. "Oh my God ..." He felt the seed as his balls propelled it, a hot and glorious rush all the length of his cock, out the end and into the waiting receptacle. Take it, Janice, take all I've fucking got! Amid his guttural roars and the fierce jarring of his body, he saw his harassing neighbor's eyes widen and her cheeks bloat. The degree of her surprise gratified him even in his throes. Delicious hard orgasm. Ball-emptying ecstasy as he pumped Janice Cooper's face full of hot cum.

He gripped her hard and gave himself up to the guilty, wondrous joy of the moment.

* * * *

Despite picking up on the tell-tale signs, Brandon's orgasm still took Janice by surprise. She struggled to fight down the gag reflex as his cock erupted volcanically, powerful jets of hot cum hitting the back of her throat and filling her mouth. She was forced to breathe deeply through her nose as she gulped great salty mouthfuls of his seed. Her fingers dug into his taut buttocks, keeping him buried to the hilt until the steady gush subsided and the last of the cum which had submerged her tongue slid smoothly down her throat.

His hand was still wrapped tightly in her hair, eyes shut, face masked by intense sexual satisfaction and amazement. Her mouth sucked as she worked her way up his softening cock, tongue twirling gently. He let out a deep groan as her fingers ran feather-light over his visibly trembling thighs, then back up again to grasp his sides for support as she slid her way up his body. The sensation of her breasts grazing his sprinkling of course hair spread fiery tingles from the tips of her engorged nipples right down to her toes.

She raised herself to tiptoe, tongue lapping up the last of the cum that clung to her lips, before she brushed her mouth lightly across his. "You're so much more delicious than I'd ever imagined, big boy." He was more a lot of things, her ravished throat could testify to that.

Brandon's eyes opened slowly. He tugged her head back so she was looking up at him, his other hand caressing softly up along her spine as their eyes met. Something had changed inside of him; she read it in that one intimately shared moment. A soft smile touched his lips. "And you, Mrs Cooper, are so much more wicked than my mother warned you'd be."

She felt, more than heard, the soft chuckle that reverberated through him, as his hands moved to cup her ass. Strong arms lifting her off the ground as he captured her mouth with his. Every sensual stroke of his tongue fuelled the inferno that raged inside of her. Her breasts were crushed to his chest as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel his stirring cock slapping her ass as he walked them down the hall toward the staircase. "Where are you taking me?"

"Surely you didn't think I was done with you yet?" Janice found herself almost unnerved by his tone and the grin he wore with new-found confidence. "We are so fucking far from done, lady."

TO BE CONTINUED



Covet Thy Neighbor's Son Ch. 03



Written by Jaymal and Black Velvet

Story so far: Brandon Appleby, a clean-living senior high school student from the suburbs, subjected to a campaign of outrageous sexual harassment by his neighbour, the voluptuous Janice Cooper, while carrying out work in her garden. Following an intimate encounter in her swimming pool he loses all control of himself, while taking rough sexual control of his seducer. Janice is shocked to find Brandon getting in touch with his inner alpha...

Part Three

Brandon's cock pressed like a rising drawbridge to the crack of Janice's plump ass, as he carried her down the hallway. He was robust of build and could carry his voluptuous burden with ease. She was wrapped around him tight, clinging to his shoulders, panting out wariness and arousal. He had shocked her, the effect lingering in her eyes.

The high-school student had a sudden strange affinity with the porn-stud who kept showing up in scenes he downloaded−a bulked-up gorilla with the Germanic accent, fucking his way through the ranks of America's mature adult actresses; wearing a quiet grin each time he advanced on a curvaceous star, as though to assure her she was about to get it good. Technically still a virgin, Brandon was more the porn-stud, one who had taken charge of his scene. That thought alone was sufficient to recharge his dick. Guilt was blown to the horizons by lust. It might come creeping back that night, but for now the field was clear. As for pride, that was reasserted. She'd wanted a boy-toy, but a grown-up male was what she was going to get. It felt like he was coming into some instinctive manly inheritance.

"So what are you going to do to me, Mr Big-talk?" Janice's breasts heaved as she spoke the words, the hard-ridged contours of her nipples brushing his chest.

It was a fair question, one to which he had given no clear thought. "Take my time," he said in lieu of specifics. Having drained his balls down her throat, he felt he could live up to 'big-talk'. "Take my time and give you what you fucking deserve."

He paused at the foot of the stairs. What a sight for his mother and the neighbors had Janice's door been flung open: the lady of the house digging her heels into the muscle of his naked ass. It was a thought that excited rather than shamed him. You can all mind your own goddamn business. I'm a man. This is what men do. They fuck and they fuck hard. Not that he'd delivered a single stroke so far. Nor ever felt a woman's sex tight around his pole.

The latter thought must have registered in his eyes, for Janice pounced on it. "You've no idea what your cock will feel like inside of my pussy. It'll blow your school-boy mind."

"I'll blow your mind, Mrs fucking Cooper, you watch me." As he ascended the staircase with his hot naked bitch, damn-near half the blood in his body pumped to his cock, swelling it hard against the cushion of her cheeks. Like he was balancing her on his shaft.

"Oh yeah? Bring it on, momma's boy."

"What did you call me?"

"I called you a fucking momma's boy."She spat out the taunt, eyes ablaze. "Gonna prove me wrong, Brandon?"

He raised her off his elevated prong as they reached the first landing and tipped her back sharply. She lost her grip and he dropped her the final few inches so her ass bounced off the carpet. Take that, Janice. She flailed, tits bouncing, thighs splayed so that the slash of her cunt showed pink beneath clean-waxed skin. Her eyes fixed onto his cock, eyes widening and lips parting like she expected her fucking now. She'd get it, but not yet.

"Turn over."

"What did you say?"

"Turn over, goddammit."

When she paused a moment longer he grabbed her fleshy body and flipped her, so that she lay crouched over the top step. Her cunt-lips protruded, puffed, wet and delectable, from between her tanned thighs. His cock quivered at the sight, at the same tangy scent he'd first inhaled on the poolside.

"Now stick your ass in the air."

"Why, you little shit ..."

"Jesus, lady, do I have to do everything my fucking self?"He grabbed her by the upper thighs and hoisted her, so that the swell of her buttocks protruded enough to absorb his next attention. A hand-slap to her round bum, harder than he'd intended and enough to make her cry out. The shock of sound−both impact of palm on ass and accompanying yell−stalled him a moment. He could not believe his own daring and suffered a stab of conscience. She turned around as though to snipe and he whacked again sharply to prevent her. To confirm the original action. An insanely satisfying noise and how it set that beautiful ass a-quiver.

"You weren't expecting that, were you?" He grinned, loving her scowl. Loving too how beneath reddened cheeks her pussy trickled moisture down her thighs. His mouth watered. "I wonder how else I can surprise you, Janice."

* * * *

"You little..." The sound of his hand making contact with her already stinging ass was even louder than before. "Ohh..." 

Janice's cheek smarted as if a swarm of angry bees had stung it. The turn of events had left her strangely excited, but she was torn between anger and arousal. There was no denying how turned on she was, her body had already betrayed her with the juice it was spilling down her inner thighs. She knew that Brandon had noticed, and the thought thrilled her that it would make his straining cock even harder. The same cock that would soon be buried deep inside her starved pussy. 

"Like what you see, big boy?" Janice pushed back, ass lifting seductively, thighs spread, pussy lips opening like a blossoming flower. "C'mon... you know you wanna stick that gorgeous cock in there... why fight it?"

She swayed her hips slowly from side to side, moaning softly as his hand pressed down on the small of her back, his fingers caressing sensually up her spine. She felt his body press down against her, his cock nestled intimately between her newly bruised ass cheeks, as his teeth snagged her earlobe. Her confidence grew as she felt his deep moan against her back, the sound vibrating through her and awakening every nerve in her lustful body. 

"This what you want, Janice?" His voice was heavy with desire.

Janice moaned as his breath fanned her neck, the rough hairs on his balls grazing her clit. "Mmm... yes, oh fuck yes. You know what I want, big boy." 

The feather-light touch of his fingers moving back down her spine sent shivers coursing through her. She gasped as strong fingers curled into her mass of unruly locks and tugged her head back, mouth swooping down to ravage her neck, lips soft, tongue urgent, teeth nipping hungrily. Janice's body read every nuance as a promise of what he had in store. Boy has she underestimated this virgin treat. She was awash with sensation, muscles clenched in an effort to stave off her long overdue climax as Brandon's fingers massaged her tingling ass-flesh. She felt his steely cock press down harder, sliding up her cleft with more urgency, coarse hair brushing up against her already-on-fire-likely-to-explode clitoris. Her entire being was on fire. Fuck this arrogant, sexy, brazen shit... she no longer cared if he was winning, that he had taken control of her body and played it like a concert violinist did his instrument. She was going to come. OMG! She was going to come hard. 

"This what you want, Janice?" His voice was barely more than a coarse whisper; if his mouth had not been on her ear, she wouldn't even have heard him. "This what you fuckin' want?"

Janice yelped loudly as his heavy hand connected yet again with her butt. In her spiralling climb toward lust's pinnacle, she had all but forgotten the stinging of her ass. She was rudely reminded as he visited yet another loud slap was upon her tenderized flesh. 

"What the..." Instinctively her hand flew back to cover her burning ass-cheek.

"Well this was what you wanted, wasn't it, Mrs. C?" His voice dripped with anger and desire. Janice was not sure whether to be excited or afraid when he pulled her roughly to her feet and pushed her up the rest of the stairs.

* * * *

In Brandon's mind was an astonishment―less that he had succumbed to Janice's tempting, more that he had seized control of the situation and her body. He felt it as he propelled her over the thick carpeting of the upstairs hallway, his erection batting against her thigh. How could he, a schoolboy, be mastering this magnificent sexy woman? How could he have possession of her fleshy curves, when his worldlier peers could only jack off to the dream of such a thing? His control of her was surely an illusion, one that would vanish if he didn't sustain momentum.

"Which is the bedroom?" Her breasts jogged as she stumbled with him to a frustrating halt, his hands staying firm on her shoulder and back.

"Bad-boy, you've just gotta fuck me on my bed, haven't you? It's not enough to do me on the stairs."

He whacked her ass again, making her start, then palmed one of her heavy tits roughly. "Bedroom, Janice, tell me."

"Fuck me on the marital bed, right? You're one bold little virgin. Such a bad adulterous boy."

He slackened his grip at the guilty thought, felt his rigidity and his ardour wilt an iota. She whipped around, grabbing one hand to his neck, the other to the base of his dick. "And it's okay, sweetie, 'cos you can't help it. You've gotta do what this big beautiful cock tells you to." She lavished her hand all over his shaft, reinvigorating it to a granite column. "It wants to be satisfied, doesn't it?" Then she spat into her palm and grabbed the knobbed head, massaging it vigorously in a slimy grip. "God, honey, the look on your face ..."

Lust's fury engulfed him once more and he grabbed her, ass and back, pulling her to him and kissing hard. Her tongue lashed his as he invaded her mouth, hands grappling his body. She was panting when they broke, eyes dark with arousal. "Door's right ahead of you," she said.

He seized her by the wrist, wrenched down the door-handle and propelled her into the bedroom, hard-on bouncing along with Janice's breasts. No guilt, however keen, could touch him now, even on the bed she shared with her husband. His cock demanded to be buried inside this woman. The feminine trappings of the room he scarcely noticed; all his focus was on that broad expanse of white bedspread.

"Get on the fucking bed, Janice." The strident tone felt less manufactured each time he employed it. Like it was coming from some dark place within him. She clambered onto the linen surface with its embroidered yellow flowers and when she went to climb about he whacked her on the flank. The action bolstered the strength of his cock. "Stay right where you are."

She glared over her shoulder and thrust her ass defiantly, pussy-lips lush with moisture. "Goddamn―fucking macho-man, are we?"

He smacked again, made her flinch and scowl. "Yeah. Now everybody knows their place." That smile curled her lips, the one that said she'd got the cream. He'd damn-well give her cream. The middle finger he rammed into her cunt-hole took the smile off her face. He thrust the digit in and out, loving the squelch and suck of her interior wetness, her juice's aroma, the yearning on her face. "You like that, Mrs C? You like it?"

"Yeah, I like it." Her teeth were gritted as she said the words. One hand had rushed between her legs so she could strum herself. "Bring it on, stud."

He stared at his own finger sliding in and out of that pulpy channel, and knew the rock-hard primal urge to plunge his cock there instead. Still he held off. She was oozing into his palm, getting his wrist slick. Her breath was short, her whole body tightening. His intention was based on instinct, not experience. "This time you're gonna come," he said, "and as soon as you do, I'm gonna stick my cock right inside you."

It struck him as a fine plan.

* * * *

Janice had no idea who the guy was who'd replaced her timid young neighbour, but she'd be fucked silly before she'd complain. Oh wait! By the feel of things, that eventuality was mere moments away. The friction on her clit, that slow thrusting finger and the sting of Brandon's free hand on her bruised ass-cheek―it was the perfect balance between pleasure and pain and it stoked the flames of her already incendiary desire. This was not how she had wanted to cum, but her body was beyond making demands; it was ready to humble itself and succumb to whatever would ensure his cock inside of her for the longest time.

"You like that, Janice? Do you?" Brandon's voice was hoarse with lust; she could hear the breathy rush of his words, feel his length of steel twitching against her thigh and the hammering of his heart as he leaned over her body.

"Ohhh fuck yes."

She felt him shift his weight, his hand lift off her ass, but she did not dare turn to look, lest he deem it further defiance. She loved a good spanking, but fucking hell... she could not let the boy know how much it had stung. His thrusting finger slowed to a gentle stroke, making her groan with frustration. The touch on her sensitive flank made her flinch, then moan softly as the stinging was soothed by a wet, velvety tongue lapping slowly at the tender flesh. The sheer intimacy of his licking her wounds spread a warm rush from her fluttering tummy to every nerve in her body. She pressed the flat of her palm down onto her clit, her pussy muscles contracting sharply around his exploring finger as her body rushed toward release. She shut her eyes as the room began to spin, every muscle in her body taut with anticipation, breath held as her orgasm washed over her. His tongue continued to lap gently at her flesh as she exploded, her juices gushing forth and flowing down her thighs.

"Ohhhh ahhh fffu... ahhh..."

Janice could not remember the last time she had cum that hard. Her body was still shuddering when he grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly backwards. Before she had a chance to catch her breath or collect her scattered wits, the head of his cock had penetrated her still spasming pussy. Janice gasped as his girth forced her further open -- wider than in a long time. Oh fuck! This was what she had wanted, needed and coveted―but not what she had expected. He was pumping into her with brisk strokes; from the way he was moving, she could tell that he had not yet fed her all of his cock, yet the sensation of being filled overwhelmed her.

With every thrust it felt as if he was moving deeper inside of her, finding places that had never before been explored, never before been discovered. Her entire being felt as though it was being engulfed in flame, as she pushed back to meet his fevered thrusts. Brandon let out a deep moan with every thrust until his entire length was buried inside of her, grinding his hips as his body pressed against hers.

"Ohhh God! Ughh Janice, ohhh fuck!"

* * * *

Brandon was balls deep in heaven. It was a hellfire-bating act, so his mother would have insisted, but he found himself willing to take the risk.

For a tantalizing instant his glans had kissed Janice's pussy-lips, as they spasmed in orgasm, not quite daring to prod between. Then lust had kicked in full-force. He had seized her hips and pulled her onto him, watching his cock-head split her and the first of his inches thrust inside. She opened and stretched as though greedy for him, eager to swallow up everything he had, her tunnel-walls slithering all over him and kissing every nerve-ending. He marvelled at the sight of his own thick pole plunging and retracting, slick from the wet clutch of Janice's cunt. His pressed his fingers into her buttery hips and sawed, quicker, harder, observing with relish his own progress inside her. So this what it felt like to fuck -- to have your sex shafting back and forth in the slippery grip of a woman's hole. And she was taking him with apparent ease. So good. Better than good. Damned amazing.

He thrust faster and sank deeper, and she shunted her ass in reverse, the dirty bitch, desirous of more. He had it to give as well. 'Big-boy', she loved to call him. Well feel how fucking big I am, Janice. He clutched and fucked, each stroke fuller than the last, more probing, more deliriously satisfying. He wanted to be rammed right up inside her and hell did she deserve it. Groaning his enjoyment he launched big exploratory thrusts into her till he bottomed out, balls smacking ass-cheeks, the head of his cock surging as far as it could possibly go. Immersed in her.

"Ohhh God! Ughh Janice, ohhh fuck!"

Fucking glorious. That life could be this good... He thought he loved his amazing slut of a next-door neighbour. Well, 'love' wasn't quite the word. But his entire manhood was lodged inside her and pumping hard like had never happened with any other woman, so that had to count for something.

Janice turned her head to stare at him and he could see the rage of lust in her eyes. It spoke every word her mouth was temporarily incapable of uttering. She was furious at his presumption, yet loving what he did, demanding all he could give with that rabid stare. It incensed him. Grabbing her shoulder and hauling on it for support he packed his cock inside her with increased force, his throat given vent to crazed pleasure and excitement. Never had he felt so outlandish a sense of his own barbarian maleness. His torso was bolt-upright and proud, the purchase he had on Janice enabling him to fling victorious fuck-strokes inside her. Her gorgeous flesh was quivering on each smacking connection of ass on groin and from her moans she was as pleasure-demented as he. He reached around to grapple one of her great palm-filling tits and the sense of unhinged carnality peaked. It was his first time and he didn't know how to hold back. From her inarticulate babbling and the grip of her cunt on his cock it seemed she was coming too, or on the verge of doing so.

"Ohhh God, Janice, ohhh fuck!" The jamming of his hips against her ass turned involuntary as his balls clenched tight and emptied, firing a huge hard load deep inside Mr Cooper's hot wife. He clutched her shoulder and tit fiercely as he pumped her full of cum, earthing the wracking motion of his body in her flesh. His strangled cries of joy did not subside until he had given her all he had.

"Oh my God, Janice. Oh my God..." His upper body wilted towards her sweating back.

* * * *

Janice flopped down onto the bed, her limbs refusing to support Brandon's shuddering frame. His weight briefly pinning her down onto the luxurious mattress before rolling them onto their sides. He was spooning her, one hand cupping her breast, the other resting palm down on her still-fluttering tummy, his wilting cock buried yet inside of her. She felt his heartbeat against her back; it was gradually slowing to its regular pace. His arms were still wrapped around her, but his hold had relaxed somewhat. His breath fanned her ear and his calm, measured breathing meant only one thing -- he had fallen asleep. Janice loved the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms. It felt wonderful. It felt natural and intimate. Too intimate. What the fuck are you doing, Janice Cooper? This is not how a casual fuck with a young stud ends.

She smiled at the sound of his soft moan, his hips bucking lightly -- no doubt an involuntary reaction to her tongue sliding along the underside of his stirring cock. He tasted like freshly fucked virgin, infused with a liberal splash of seasoned temptress. Her fingers ran lightly up and down his sides, nails scraping lightly on their leisurely descent, while she feasted on his awakening cock. He mumbled something incoherent in his sleep, his expression of deep tranquillity gradually replaced by one of lust. It had taken Janice a few minutes of careful maneuvering to extricate herself without waking him, just so she could savour every second of rousing him sensually. It seemed to be working, if his stirring cock was anything to go by. Her lips wrapped around the bulbous head of his cock, tongue delving into the tiny cleft spilling his nectar, sucking him into her mouth inch by delicious inch. Never before had it been that hard for her to fight the urge to mount a man and fuck the life out of him.




Covet Thy Neighbor's Son Ch. 03



She sensed that he had awoken, she could feel the shift in the urgency of his thrusts, and she felt his eyes burning into her as he moaned his pleasure. She felt his gentle tug, heard the clang of metal against metal, followed by an even harder tug and clang. "What the fu... Janice?" She did not look up, her mouth sliding deeper onto his pulsing cock. "What... the fuuuck is this?" Despite his protesting, his hips never lost momentum as he thrust gently into her fevered mouth. "Ge... get this shiiiit off!" She sucked hard as she worked her way up, her mouth coming off him with a loud plop.

"Oh! You're awake. Good." She favoured him with her sweetest smile. "I was just about to start this party without you."

* * * *

Goddamn it all to hell... The crazy bitch!

Brandon yanked his wrists again to the same frustrating clank. He recalled a movie he'd seen when little—some writer strapped to a bed in a cabin by his 'number one fan'—and the thought threatened to freak him completely. It was countered by the smooth descent of her mouth towards the base of his cock, lips stretching to accommodate as she sucked and sank. His initial thrusting was spontaneous, a young man's involuntary response to a woman's wet mouth. Then as he rattled the cuffs vainly against the bedrail, his hips shunted hard, angrily attempting to fuck her throat. Damn you, Janice, I'll show you a fucking party!

But she had the control. Her head would rise, mouth shifting to foil him in his upward-driving efforts. She brought her lips right off him and stared wickedly into his eyes, tongue flicking his tip into a fury of wild sensation. He writhed and bucked in response, helpless to stop himself. "Big macho man wants to fuck again. Look, he's all frustrated."

"Fuck you, Janice."

"That's what I said, weren't you listening?" Her tongue lathered the head of his cock some more and his head lolled back onto the covers. "Of course," she said, tongue retracting once more, "if you're gonna take a pissy attitude, I could leave your cock alone altogether. Then where would you be?"

"No..." He was way too stimulated to countenance that threat for a second. "No, don't do that."

Janice shifted her fleshy naked body between his legs, shoving them apart and trailing her tongue-tip up one inner thigh. He gasped in response, his chest convulsing. "You gonna tell me why I shouldn't?" She stared at him from between his legs, tongue flickering shy of his balls, then followed a wet slithering trail on his opposite thigh. "After you've been such a disrespectful boy."

Brandon groaned at her hot breath all over his nut-sack. He groaned deeper when his neighbour moved again, deliberately avoiding the cock that lay extended and pulsing on his belly, and planted a series of moist kisses from navel to Adam's apple. She licked upwards, following his neck's curve to the tip of his chin. "God, a girl would think you'd had no churching up at all the way you treat her. Like all you want to do is sink that big throbbing fucker in her pussy and pump hard. Well maybe it's time you learned some patience."

You were the one who went looking for this, you... you... In his circumstances giving vent to his fury would serve him nothing, he knew. "C'mon, Janice, don't do this."

"'Janice'? What's with the 'Janice'?" She began tongue-teasing back and forth on his erect nipples, tits brushing against his ribs and belly. "Not so long ago I was 'Mrs Cooper'. I think we need to get back to some gentlemanliness, don't you?"

"Sure, whatever, Mrs Cooper." What was the bitch playing at? She began to suck on one nipples, lacquered fingernails stroking up and down on his groin. His neglected cock strained and twitched. "C'mon, cut me a break here..."

"Is that 'please' I hear, Brandon?" She circled his nipple, then flicked the tip repeatedly and hard. Fuck!

"Yes. Yes, please."

"What, are you begging?"

He answered through teeth clenched in anger—anger defeated by lust. "Yes, I'm fucking begging."

"Begging for what? Tell me exactly what you're begging for."

"For you to suck my cock. Please, Janice—Mrs Cooper. Suck my fucking cock. I'm begging, okay?"

She laughed that evil throaty laugh of hers. "Well since you asked so nicely..."

Janice climbed about and straddled his face, her palm closing around the base of his cock and prising it from his stomach. It happened all at once, her mouth closing around him and drawing a sigh of deep enjoyment, as her splayed pussy descended. Brandon registered what was about to happen the instant before it did—he could see the glisten of the semen still flowing from his seducer's gash. But desire had side-lined caution until too late. Janice's sticky sex landed on his open mouth and ground itself there so that his own salty ooze slimed his tongue. The reflex to turn his head and spit was foiled by her thighs clamping his head, so that the sperm-glazed folds of her cunt continued to slither.

Fuck! Goddamn bitch! His mind was a turmoil of conflicting emotions. She was threatening to smother him in the taste of his own sperm, even as her mouth sucked him halfway to the balls. Vainly he jammed the chain of the cuffs against the bedrail, wanting to make Mrs Janice Cooper pay all over again. He was rock-hard once more and even the indignity she was forcing upon him couldn't wilt him a jot. Her hot cunt smeared his mouth and nose as she gobbled him and he thrust desperately, body straining to free itself and take physical control of her once more. He wanted to fuck the living shit out of this woman and he'd do it once he got the chance... God, what had his neighbor done to him? What the hell was she turning him into?

Somehow he had to wrest back control of the situation, but if not physically, how the hell else? Come on, guy, get a grip on yourself.

Easy said. He was fighting desires which seemed to rule him as strongly as the cuffs which secured him to the bed. But every betrayal of his seething lust only served to encourage Janice in her tormenting. He had to play her at her own game, if only he had a clue how. If only he could focus, with the woman's sex smothering him and her mouth sucking up every coherent thought. Play her at her own game...

Before he had time to consider further she released her guzzling control of his cock and drew her sopping pussy free of his face. He made vigorous efforts to spit himself free of his own taste as she climbed about him, perching herself above, thighs in a V either side of his loins. His erection was a great hard slab, lying there thwarted in doing what it so desperately needed to. Janice swept back her hair with both hands, panting and laughing, her magnificent breasts thrust out like a twin taunt.  

"God, sweetheart, if you aren't the funnest toy I've ever had to play with..." She paused and regarded him slyly, as he gasped in air and stared back his defiance. "Now what to do?" She bent down over him and pillowed her tits lightly against his chest. "Make you beg some more or turn you loose? Choices, choices..."

Her self-assured grin made it clear... She hadn't a clue as to the mistake she was making.

* * * *

Brandon's expression was one of unadulterated anger, a newfound passion burning behind his darkly brooding eyes. Janice had no doubt that if he had been unrestrained, he would've leapt on her like the ravenous animal he had become -- the one she had unleashed -- and that one thought in itself was motivation enough for her to want to free him. However, she was having too much fun toying with the boy, schooling him as to the identity of the real alpha. Well that and her smarting flank would not allow her to forget the spanking he had given her -- the unsolicited, albeit deliciously sexy spanking that could not go unpunished.

He was her toy. She had chosen him for a reason, one that now eluded her as her pussy quaked with pent-up desire. She had planned for weeks, teasing and enticing subtly until she felt that he was ripe for the picking, ready to do her salacious biding. She had not planned on the boy's darker nature surfacing and literally slapping her on the ass, but that was just one more thing she would use to her advantage. Fuck you, Janice? Oh yes big boy, you will...

She kissed his neck, tongue and teeth feasting on his flesh, feeling his sharp intake of air as her nails raked gently up and down his sides. Janice's hips rocked slowly, her moans lost in the fevered kisses she trailed across his neck and strong jaw line, rough hairs grazing her clit as she rubbed herself against his taut balls. Steady now. Don't you dare lose control, Janice. She could feel his cock harden and twitch against her, its pressure against her tummy serving as a promise of raptures to come.

"Goddamn you, Janice..." His voice trembled, his breathing ragged as she moved higher, her slick folds sliding slowly up the length of his cock.

She ran her tongue slowly along his bottom lip as she slid higher, rubbing up against the head of his cock, her voice a breathy caress as she whispered against his lips, "Does that mean you don't want me to stop?"

She could feel his thighs tremble against hers, his eyes darkened by a combination of anger and desire as they bore into her, but his only reply was a sharp intake of air to vainly stifle a moan. She admired his control even as it annoyed the hell out of her. This young fledgling could actually match her crafty erotic wiles.

"Or maybe... just maybe you want me to stop." She flashed him her sweetest smile as her pussy lips wrapped around the head of his cock, sucking him teasingly soft. "All you need to do is ask nicely..."

Janice felt his thigh muscles tighten a mere second before she read the meaning in his smirk. Getting wrapped up in teasing him had made her careless and she was about to pay for her lapse of concentration in the most delicious way. That was her last coherent thought before his hips drove and his cock plunged into her depths with a ferocity greater than any she'd felt before in her life.

Oh fuck, Janice, you've created a monster!

* * * *

Yes! Fuck yes! Back where it belongs! Take that, Janice!

The look of astonishment on her face was every bit as gratifying as the physical sensation. Not so smug now, eh? He withdrew and rammed himself back in again, the thrust fuelled by combustion of pent-up lust. Her hands closed on his hair in response, tugging hard on the roots, her fraught face inches from his. He ignored the pain and surged again, jamming himself deep. Sweet taunting smile was replaced with the darkness of desire. A little patience and a stroke of luck had put an ace back in his constrained hand.

"Gonna prise yourself off this cock, Janice? Are you? I don't think so. You know why?"

She hovered above him, hands still clutching, eyes ablaze. He held the thrust, hard and fast inside her. "Why?" she asked, her voice a breathless rasp.

"'Cos you need it inside you, don't you? You need it right... here." He provided another fierce thrust to illustrate. She cried out and gripped like she meant to uproot his hair. "Mr Cooper's not providing, is he?" Is he?" He boned her again, snarling into her face.

"No," she grated, resentful at either him or her husband, or maybe both. "No, he's not."

"And you want me to instead, right?"

She breathed deep, staring sweatily in his eyes, the beginnings of a begrudging amusement in her face. "Yes, Brandon, I do."

"Then why don't you unlock these handcuffs, so I can get on with doing what you so clearly want me to do?" He ground his hips into hers, cock squeezing tight inside her tunnel; her eyes rolled in semi-delirious response, even as her one hand went searching around the bedding for the key.

"It's here. Hang on. Hang on..." She found it and for a few unsteady moments both her hands fumbled with the rattling cuffs. He bode his time, waiting till the metal bracelets had sprung open and he knew himself to be blissfully free. Result.

"That's more like it." He could hear the snarl in his own words. His newly-released hands shot up, one seizing Janice around the side of her neck, the other grappling one of her gorgeous tits. Having secured her in this double-hold, he subjected her to a rapid-fire pelvic pumping, the head of his cock jamming deep inside her cunt. Yeah-yeah-yeah, fuck yeah. Take it, Janice, fucking take it. Take it as far as it'll fucking go. "You like that? That's what you wanted, right?"

All she could manage was a deep extended moan, punctuated by his jolting thrusts. He firmed up his grip on both neck and breast and gave it to her, every sinew of his body straining. She couldn't even scowl, such was the brute force of his cock-action. Take it, take it, take it... Fuck!

He pushed her upright and clapped hands to her hips, the better to see those fabulous tits oscillate as he bucked beneath her. Come on, bounce on it, bitch! Let's see you ride this! The sentiment was way beyond articulation; all his strength and focus was invested in the furious fuck. His fingers sank into her hips like he was squeezing putty and his eyes fixated on the hypnotic up-and-down motion of her breasts. God, she looked amazing, and her pussy was a tight muscle sucking urgently at his length, even as it surged. Incensed, he dragged her down again, lifted his hips off the bed and plunged repeatedly to the core of her. Her sweat dripped on him and fucked incoherence poured from her mouth. Beautiful. Just beautiful. I'll give you what you need, Janice. I'll give you what you fucking need and no half-measures...

He clamped his hands to her ass-flesh and lifted. "Come on, get off me." She did what she was told. Hell, she knew who was in charge now. Once she had un-impaled herself, he slid off the bed and took her with him, clutching by the hair. "On your knees. On your knees, Janice, and do what you do best." This was sweet. This was how Janice Cooper needed to be treated and they both knew it. He shoved and she went down—on her knees and on him, gobbling him up like the trooper-slut she was and sucking like a state champion.

Hell yeah! He gripped her hair and rammed her down onto his huge wet erection, eyes burning into hers. "Suck that cock, lady, and suck it good. You wanted it, well now you've damn-well got it." This eighteen-year-old guy's life had just achieved epic.

* * * *

Janice no longer cared who was in control -- there was nothing wrong with being the lucky bitch at the fuck-end of the alpha. Her pussy felt bruised in the most delicious way imaginable and she had a mouthful of cock that promised another instalment in her long-planned-for fuck-fest with her seriously underestimated young stud, what more could a girl ask for?

"Yeah, that's it, ohhh yes, just like that..." His eyes were locked onto hers, voice thick with desire as he pushed her down onto his cock.

She could tell that he was trying hard to control his thrusts, his muscles knotted as he tried desperately to restrain himself. He was using her mouth to stave off his orgasm. Son of a bitch was using her like a fucking tool. He sure as hell was a fast learner. His entire body was one huge coiled organ as he stood there, rock solid in more ways than one, his grip on her hair loosening as he shunted her head back and forth. All she could do was moan onto his swelling cock, every inch of her wanton body caving to his desires -- their desires were the same after all -- to fuck and be fucked.

"Looks like I finally found a way of getting you to shut up." His grin spoke volumes of what he had in store for her. "Much as I hate to interrupt the blissful silence, I'm afraid there is something else I'd much rather be doing to you right about now." He pulled her off his cock, still gripping a handful of her hair and propelled her backward onto the bed. "Go on then, lift those gorgeous legs, Mrs Cooper. Let's test the real benefits of having a daily yoga regime."

Little fucker! How does he know that I do yoga? Janice lifted her legs dutifully, her eyes never leaving his face. She marvelled at the expressions chasing each other across his face as he watched her spread open, offering all of her treasures up for his perusal. How she wished that her husband could take control the way this young boy just had. All these years she had been the one in control, with both her husband and her lovers alike, she needed to assert herself if there was ever any pleasure to be had. Being submissive was new to her and she liked it. This young stud had turned the proverbial tables on her and she had finally realised that that was what had been missing in her life all along. She had needed someone who would take the time to make her feel wanted -- even if it meant being used for his own pleasure.

"Yeah, I can see the cogs turning in that beautiful head of yours, Janice." Liar! She doubted he could see anything but her wide open pussy, his gaze had not averted for even a split second since she'd raised her legs.

"So tell me, big boy... how wide do I have to open up before you stick that cock in me?" And just for effect, she spread her legs even wider.

His weight pushed her legs down as he leaned forward, forcing them all the way until her knees rested against her shoulders. "I guess that yoga is really about to pay off now."

His mouth captured hers in a lip-bruising kiss at the same time his hips lifted and thrust home. She wasn't sure if she moaned with pleasure or pain, but the moan was lost in the kiss as he plunged his entire length into her with his initial thrust. Never before, in all of her thirty-eight years, had Janice Cooper felt as completely filled and fulfilled as she did at that moment. She felt every twitch of his thickly veined cock as her walls wrapped around him, squeezing gently as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She groaned deeply, hips lifting to spur him on. No more grinding and teasing, she needed to be fucked.

His whisper in her ear was breathy with controlled lust. "Safe to assume Mr Cooper leaves a bit to be desired, right?"

Janice nodded, and then shook her head. Fuck! What was the question again?

He stayed close, soft tingles coursing through her desire-heightened body as his breath fanned her ear. "Ready to be fucked now, Mrs Cooper?"

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah, baby. Any damn way you like."

* * * *

Tight inside the recesses of Janice Cooper's cunt, Brandon found the home for which he'd never known he was looking. This was where his cock belonged, buried to the hilt inside a woman's hot welcoming sex. Such a delicious fit―that snug sleeve expanding to take all his bulging length. Clutching him, pulsing around him, bathing him in wet secretions. This woman's pussy loved his dick.

She was panting beneath him, thighs squishing her bountiful tits, her stare fixed on him through the delirium which threatened to overwhelm her. For the first time he truly saw it―the need belied by all her mockery and tease, the gasping desire which cried out to be quenched. How the hell, he thought, could any man leave this woman so neglected? What a crazy waste. Well if Mr Cooper hadn't the balls to fuck his own wife the way she craved, then it fell to him, the gardener from next door.

With that thought he all but unsheathed his cock and slammed it back in, extracting an other-worldly scream from Janice's throat. That set the benchmark for every subsequence stroke he launched into her, each one plumbing her molten depths and forcing a howl from her lungs. There you go, lady, what―you―need. Damn it, what I fucking need. God in Heaven, did he. What―was he expected to store it all up till he met some nice girl, when every day lust welled up from the pit of him? When he could plunge his hard shaft between this woman's thighs into that sinful sucking wetness? He leaned his upper body hard into her and let his pelvis do the work, pumping out push-ups to make his sports-coach proud. Fucking his hot married neighbor's cunt like a practised stud. Hard and deep and relentless, churning up her juice-box till she screamed.




Covet Thy Neighbor's Son Ch. 03



"Yeah―yeah―yeah―fuck yeah..." His face was smarting with sweat, body slick as he rammed it good to his first ever fuck-partner. And what a partner―reaching around and clutching his hair with both hands, pulling it tight at the roots as he ploughed her. Wailing and sobbing ecstasy in his ear, her channel involuntarily squeezing his shaft each time it bottomed out inside her. This magnificent lusty woman was his bitch and couldn't help but be happy with the situation.

"You like that Janice? You like it?"

"Oh god, you cocky bastard, I love it. You know I fucking love it. Don't you damn well stop." He thrust again, savagely, and her words shattered into another scream.

"God no, I'm not done. I'm not done yet." He grasped her hair as hard as she had hold of his and stared into her face, letting sweat-droplets fall onto her as he shafted. He was swollen like intractable granite inside her, powered by the inexhaustible energies of youth and lust. Goddamn, he was a king, a fucking sex-master. "You wanted it, now you take it. That husband of yours can stay the fuck away, 'cos I'm gonna fuck you all summer long."

"God yes," she groaned, clinging to his hair and his back. "Yes you are. You're gonna sweat, gonna sweat yourself dry. Keep it up, sweetheart. Keep going..."

"Oh yeah, I'll keep going all right. I'm good for... for..."

He knew as he said it that he'd talked up his own game too much. Today was still only the first time he'd played after all. The rush came on him with virtually no warning. "Oh god..." He searched too late for a way of applying a brake.

His dismay must have been apparent, for Janice kissed his face and whispered, "It's okay, stud, let it all go. Give it me now. Give it me."

He released, and she clutched his taut body as he emptied spurt on ball-clenching spurt inside her, shooting her full of his thick hot man-spew till the round was spent. He thought his soul was going to leave his body as the final drops squeezed clear.

His bravado if not his soul appeared to have been pumped free of him with his cum. Post-orgasm he drooped onto Janice and did not resist when she wrapped her arms about him and cradled him like a schoolboy. Like the schoolboy he still was. "It's okay," she cooed in his ear. "You did good. You did so fucking good, baby. Thank you. Thank you. God, those college girls don't know what's on the way. Lucky little bitches haven't the first idea." She laughed and then kissed him again, and his surge of affection for her took him quite by surprise. He kissed her face in return and as they regained breath together, he set about easing himself off her perspiration-glazed body, his spent cock from the gluey resistance of her cunt.

He rolled away from her and onto his back and the two of them lay, panting at the white stuccoed ceiling. Lassitude overcame him and he let his head loll back. "Wow." Normally he could hold his own as a conversationalist, but words were proving elusive. "Wow. Damn, that was... Fuck."

"Yup," she agreed. "That was 'fuck'. Good, isn't it?"

"Yeah." He started to laugh and his hand found hers. "Yeah, it's outstanding." Then they laughed together.

* * * *

"I have to commend you on a job well done; you certainly live up to your promise - 'No job left undone', indeed." Janice tried hard to keep a straight face, but broke out into a fit of giggles when Brandon playfully poked her in the ribs. "You sure do take customer satisfaction to a whole new level." 

"Yes ma'am, no job too big or small..." Brandon teased right back. 

"Or too hard... don't forget that one." Her fingers found his spent cock and squeezed gently. "Well, maybe sometimes not so hard."

"Hey, gimme a break, woman, I'm not made of latex you know." Janice could tell by his tone that he was as comfortable with her as she felt with him. No more shyness, no more feigning to be a reverent altar boy, and no more trying to prove that he was a man. "Always thought you insatiable suburban housewives were just an urban legend."

"Oh we're no urban legend, sweetie. In fact, I might take your mum up on that offer to join her church. I could hand out your flyers to the other desperately suburban housewives." Janice smiled contentedly as his arms wrapped even tighter around her. "You have all summer to work your way up to a sterling reference from me." 

"Only if you're sure you want to share me..."

Janice's lips silenced him. He was right; she did not want to share him with anyone -- at least not yet. 

Find a nice young plaything, Janice. The young ones are easy to manage and damn near impossible to disappoint. They're easier to train than a puppy and even more eager to please. That was the plan. It seemed like a good, solid plan too. But even the best laid plans could go awry, right? And this one had been well laid―fuck and be fucked, then kick his ass out. Yet here she was―here they were―cuddling up like long-time lovers, making plans for the summer.

* * * *

Drifting on Janice's rumpled covers, Brandon knew a serenity unparalleled in his memory. He was a boy no longer. The deed was done. Pussy had been plundered. Twice, and satisfyingly so, with the promise of more to come. Much more, a whole damn summer's worth with this fabulous crazy woman. The thought bathed him in a delirious joy. To think he had put up such a fight... All his resistance had been futile and when he succumbed to that truth, his day had got so much better. He'd given Mrs Janice Cooper all she'd ordered plus the fixings. That thought made him laugh.

"What's so funny?" the naked married woman who he'd just fucked inquired of him.

"Wondering if you're happy, that's all. That you've led the young guy from next door into sin."

"Don't give me that." She swatted him. "You enjoyed the sin plenty once you got led into it. Turns out you got a natural talent for it, buster, so don't go blaming it all on me."

Talk of sin got to him, a blade of guilt stabbing through his blissed-out calm. Shit, I fucked another man's wife. There was shame, but it was undeniably fused with a sense of macho achievement. "Mr Cooper... Your husband... He due back anytime soon?"

"Right now he's in Missouri at a sales convention. There seem to be a lot of those right now. So he's not coming through the door with a shotgun, if that's what's worrying you." Her voice was wan. "I might like it better if he cared enough to do that."

"So you wanna see me shot?"

"No. No honey." She propped herself on an elbow, running a hand over his chest and kissing him. "I wanna make good use of you between now and when you start college." Drained as he was, he experienced a pulsing in his cock at the words.

"Who said I was definitely going to college? Maybe I'll stick around and develop my gardening business." He went to caress her, but she smacked his hand like a reprimand.

"Oh no, don't go there honey. You're going to go to college and rack up some business smart, then you can really make your fortune."

"You're sending me to college then?" Brandon tackled her naked form once more and this time got a good hold. "You and my mom have something in common after all."

"That and nothing else," she asserted, fingernails teasing his upper chest and neck. "And yeah, I'm training you up for college, you're extra-curricular life at any rate."

"Training? I thought you said I was a natural."

"Oh you've got a lot of raw ability, that's for sure. You're quite the hot surprise. But I've still got all sorts to teach you. Techniques and tricks and positions you've never dreamt of. By the end of the summer you'll be a stud among studs. You'll ruin those sorority girls for any other guy." Her words and the pressure of her tits against him sent his dick rearing all over again. "But you've gotta be man enough to let me teach you. Show you how to channel all that power and aggression to maximum effect." Her fingertips brushed his face and her mouth caressed his jaw. "Train up this amazing sexual athlete."

Brandon's ego swelled with his cock. Damn, he was glad she'd defeated him. Talk about a win-win. "Yes ma'am," he said. "I'll be your student."

"Best choice you ever made." The grin they exchanged was long, conspiratorial and alive with warm sexiness. It only terminated when Janice whacked him on the ass. "Hit the shower, pool-boy, or your mom will kick you out the house."

He kissed her hard on the lips and rolled off the bed onto his feet. "She'll threaten it, right up to the bit where I threaten to shack up with the wicked woman next door. That'll shut her up good."

"Look at you," Janice said, and she did, eyes lingering on his newly tumescent cock. "And yesterday you were all shy and trying to cover up."

"I guess twenty-four hours can make a big difference." He stood casually, allowing her a full-frontal view. "Care to join me in the shower? Maybe you'd like to do the soaping this time."

Janice laughed from where she luxuriated nude on the bed. "Sure I'll help." She arose, took him by the cock and began leading him to the shower room, her ass a swaying hand-printed invitation to badness. "After all," she said, "it's only neighborly."