6 comments/ 58813 views/ 10 favorites Mrs. Miller By: magmaman {Sometimes I get in the mood to write something more naughty so here you go. I hope some of you enjoy.) I knew Mrs. Miller and her husband Don all the time I was growing up. I used to see her come out of their house in the mornings in an all white outfit, I thought she worked as a maid or housekeeper or something. My name is James but everyone calls me Jimmy. By the time I was 10 years old I mowed her lawn and several others with the old push mower my Dad got for me. The engine on it would start With a loud clatter if I managed to prime it exactly right, and it smoked so I had to put some oil in it nearly every day. Dad even gave me a little wrench and taught me how to pull out the single spark plug and scrape it with my pocket knife after I pulled on it one day for nearly two hours. Mrs. Miller gave me a dollar when I was done and if it was really hot she always had some lemonade. That was great lemonade, little pieces of sour lemon floated in it, but it was sweet at the same time. She kept the heavy drinking glasses she used in her freezer, so they had ice crusted on the rim. Mrs. Miller was my most favorite customer, so I was always careful with her lawn and yard to get it exactly right. Such a nice older lady, I liked her. She had big hips and always wore long dresses with little flowers all over them. Sack dresses those were called I think. Ugly but comfortable. I only remember the one time I ever saw her that she was not smiling. I was 16 when her husband Don passed away, that was a sad time and for perhaps 2 months Mrs. Miller was gone to her relatives. I went over and mowed her lawn anyway even though no one was home. One day on the way to a neighbor's place Mrs. Miller came out of her house as I pushed the old mower down the sidewalk. She wanted to thank me and she tried to hand me $50 but I would not take it. As I said, I liked her and just wanted to help. She reached out and grabbed me, gave me a big hug which made me feel funny. My Mom hugged me all the time but this was different. I felt her big soft breasts against me, and realized she wasn't wearing anything under that sack dress. She was really squeezed up against me. That was a little bit of a surprise and it kind of stuck in my head. When I was 18 1/2 and out of high school I went over to mow her lawn. I told her I had been accepted into college so I wouldn't be able to do it for her any more in just a couple of months. We talked for a long time, she wanted to know everything about me and my plans to become a Doctor. I told her I had saved all my money as best as I could and had nearly $6000.00 in the bank, an incredible amount of money for my age. Plus I had some funding and my folks were going to help all they could afford. We had some of her lemonade too, that was always great because she made it from those real lemons. Two weeks later I went over there to do the lawn and the mower was being cranky. I pulled and pulled, the damn thing would not start. It was now so old it's a wonder it ran anyway. It had broken down a few times and I had managed to fix it but now it was all but done for. I pulled some more as hard as I could, then felt something give out in my hip. I rubbed my hip and back a little bit, gave the mower a shot of starting fluid plus another tug and it finally fired up. I got the lawn done, shut off the machine and limped up onto Mrs. Miller's porch. "Oh, what's the matter?" Mrs. Miller instantly noticed that something was wrong. By then my hip was starting to swell up and I had pains shooting down my right leg. "I think I pulled a muscle, my darn mower isn't starting very well." I told her. "Come in, I had better check." She told me. "No, it's all right, I will be OK." I said. "Jimmy! You come in here right now and let me take a look!" She ordered, her voice firm. I meekly went inside. She poked and probed my side and felt up and down my right leg. "Oh, my. Your hip is really swollen, take your pants off so I can see." "My pants? I don't...." My face turned scarlet. "Don't be silly, I am an old woman and I have seen lots of men back when I was working as a nurse." Mrs. Miller was being very firm. I sighed and turned my back, glad that I had on clean underwear. She took my jeans and set those aside on a nearby chair, then knelt down and began feeling my side and hip again. At one point she tugged the side of my underwear down, rubbed my bare flesh on my hip. "Turn around!" She said. I didn't want to, I had felt myself getting a tingle down there from her hands on me and I was sure she would notice. "Jimmy, turn around. I need to check you for a hernia." I really was not even sure how that was done, but I reluctantly turned around. I almost jumped out of my briefs when she pushed her hand up underneath my testicles. "Hold still! Now turn your head and cough a couple of times." My face flaming, I managed to do as she asked. "Good. I think all you did was sprain your hip, come over here and lie face down on the couch." "What are you going to do?" I asked. "I am going to rub that out for you, and put some soothing ointment I have on it." "I think I will be OK....?" I stammered. "Don't argue with me Jimmy, I can help you." She sounded stern again. The next thing I knew I was lying face down on her big couch as she knelt on the floor and began rubbing my leg. That actually felt great and I had to struggle to keep from moaning. When her soft hands got clear up to the top of the back of my thighs I still felt a little bashful but it felt so good I didn't want her to stop. Then she reached up with both hands and yanked my briefs down before I could react. "Hey!" I managed. "Hush. I don't want to stain your underpants and besides, I need to get to your hip and lower back." She said, matter of fact. I didn't know what to say, now I was sure she could see my balls so I tried to cram my legs more tightly together. "Stop that! I better just take these off." Mrs. Miller had my briefs all the way down my legs and was tugging them off before I could do anything. Then she pulled off my socks, began to rub my feet as I lay there completely naked on her couch. I was totally aware of her hands going up my legs, then my thigh. Her right hand was working out my hip, then her left hand went up between my legs and over to nearly join the other hand. I felt her hand and then forearm slide by my balls, the back of her hand dragged across what was now a full blown erection. She reached down and adjusted my leg further over, now I was sure she could see my balls. Then she repeated that over and over and there was nothing I could do, I couldn't get up because I was naked. Even worse, my balls were beginning to snug up and if Mrs. Miller did that very much more, I was going to.... "You had better stop, I am going to...." I managed. Her breathing had changed, it was coming in short shuddery little gasps. I couldn't help myself, I was going to ejaculate. Mortified, I buried my face in one of the cushions. She just kept doing that. "Go ahead, honey. Let it go." Mrs. Miller's voice was now very soft, her hand turned and I felt her fingers and palm side down my length. I could not stop it, I began to orgasm madly as she just kept on. "That's it, baby. Let Mama make you feel good." She was whispering now, both hands were in there between my legs. I knew then Mrs. Miller was doing this deliberately but I was in the throes of a massive climax and there was nothing I could do. Finally I collapsed. "Turn over, honey, let me clean you up." Mrs. Miller's voice sounded normal now. There was no point in my being shy any more so I turned over and watched as she produced a damp towel from somewhere and wiped me up. "There, Jimmy. Do you feel better now?" She asked me with a smile. I realized that actually I did, the ointment she had rubbed on me at first plus her hands had really helped. The rest was a total shock to my youthful system. "Go ahead and get dressed and come back into the living room, I will make some lemonade." She said like nothing had happened at all. I grabbed my clothes and retreated to the bathroom. Looking down, it really didn't look any different but it still tingled some. In her living room, she sat on the couch while I took the easy chair, they were positioned at right angles to each other. On the center table sat a pitcher and two glasses. "I hope I didn't offend you, I had no intention of...doing that. But as I was trying to help you, I..it just happened." She actually was blushing slightly now. "It's OK. I didn't expect it but it felt real good and my hip doesn't seem to hurt much now." Oddly I now felt comfortable with her again. "Oh, good. I was afraid you would be upset with me, an old woman taking advantage of such a nice young man like that." "You aren't so old." I told her. Actually, even with her hair clearly colored, she appeared to be at least sixty to me. "Well, I am 57 now, not a young woman any more." "God, are you really that old?" I asked, trying to make her feel good. Mrs. Miller beamed at that. "You are so sweet. Do you mind if I relax?" She asked. "No, I don't mind." I told her, having no idea at all what she meant by that. Mrs. Miller leaned back on the couch, tucking a couple of pillows behind herself. Then she lifted her right leg and put it over the arm rest at the end of the couch. The hemline of her pull over dress slid upwards, displaying a bit of her white panties. I couldn't help but look down. She smiled when she saw me do that, reached down and casually tugged the hem up even more. She was obviously doing that deliberately but her expression was one of having no idea at all. I took a sip of my lemonade, felt my eyes go right back to her crotch even though I was willing myself to not look. Mrs. Miller smiled at me. "Please stay, I will be right back." She got up and went into another room, came back out in just a few seconds. She sat down on the couch, upright this time, looked over at me. "Please don't think badly of me, Jimmy? It's been a long time...." With that she once again placed her leg over the armrest. There were no longer any panties in the way! I almost choked on the drink of Lemonade I had just taken. "Please?" She asked. "What..what do you want?" I managed, staring at her swollen and extended lips. "Look at me. I want you to. Don and I...he had me do this sometimes for friends, it always made him hot. It's been so long..." Her voice again was soft, her upper body was heaving. It was the craziest yet sexiest thing I had ever seen. So I looked. I even leaned forward to look. Her pussy was covered with an unruly mass of hair yet her lips were obvious, bulging. I sat and stared at her, feeling myself erect completely again. After several minutes of us doing that in complete silence, Mrs. Miller reached down with both hands, pulled herself open. I could see clear up inside of her. She flicked herself a few times with her fingers, as I watched her outer lips began to pulsate in orgasm. Her upper body began to shudder, causing her breasts to jiggle beneath the cloth. I could see the large bumps in the cloth where her nipples were. Then she was done. She put her feet back on the floor, sat there for quite a length of time. "Thank you, Jimmy." She said finally with a shy smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Miller." I told her. I finished my lemonade and got up to leave, at the door she hugged me, just like that other time. "You should come back over tomorrow and let me check out your hip again." She said with a purr. "Good idea, around 2?" I said. "I will be here. Just so you know, we can't..actually do it, Don was the only one ever and I promised." That sounded strange to me but the entire incident was strange. "We can...touch and Mama will like making you feel better." She added. She had a huge grin on her face as I grabbed the handle on my mower and left. Back at my house I went directly to the bathroom and whacked off, that vision of her hairy pussy on complete display to me. She asked me to come back so she could check on me again? Why not? I laughed out loud. Mrs. Miller Ch. 1 It was still early in the summer. I'd been home from my first year at college for a couple of weeks, and I was really enjoying my summer so far. My plan was to start working at the deli in town, but that didn't start for a couple of weeks still, so in the interim I was able to just be lazy and hang out with my buddies. Not a bad way to spend time, especially after a year of hard work at college. It was another hot summer day, and warm air hit my hard as I stepped out of my front door and headed down the block. I'll be the first to admit that I live in something of a sheltered community. It's a rich white suburb, and I've lived here all my life. But honestly, it ain't a bad deal if you can get it. I headed down the road to Frank's house. He was my best buddy of all, and fortunately lived only about a three minute walk away from, just around the corner. We'd been chilling together constantly for the past two weeks now, but that was about to change as he was about to leave for two months over in Europe. I was on my way over to say goodbye, he was gonna be leaving for the airport in about half an hour. I gave a ring of the doorbell, and less that five seconds later was greeted by a high five from Frank. "Hey, John, buddy, what's up?" "Not to much Frankie. Gettin' psyched for your trip?" "Sure am!" "Hi Mrs. Miller." She was standing in the door from the kitchen. You couldn't help noticing her when you walked into the room; even at about thirty?seven she was an amazing looking woman. About 5'10" with an incredibly thin stomach and a generous c?cup chest. She had her hair cut very short; it wasn't even shoulder length. As a teenager, it had been a fight not to stare, but that had past as I realized that she was my best friend's mom. Still, I don't understand how her husband could've left her; he certainly couldn't have found someone better! But here she was, left to raise Frankie on her own. "Good morning, John. And please, for the last time, call me Claire or I'm gonna kick you," she replied with a smile. "Sorry, Claire," I said somewhat jokingly. "Anyway, I'm gonna leave you two boys and go take a shower. Frank, give me a big hug in case you leave before I come down. I'm gonna miss my babe!" She pretended to start crying as a joke, but no one was fooled. Frank gave a her a good long hug. She kissed him on the forehead and said, "Now don't die in Europe, son," with a big grin on her face. "I won't mom." Frankie was no longer embarrassed in front of me, even by his mom. She headed up stairs and we sat down to talk for a little while. It had only been about ten minutes when the doorbell rang. "Alright dude, I'm off to France and Switzerland, have fun here." I nearly smacked him. He beamed. "Later, man." "Have a good trip, dude. And bring me back something nice." I winked at him, and then he grabbed his huge suitcase and headed out the door. It never quite closed though, he popped back in. "Almost forgot, can you give my keys to my mom? She wanted to get copies made while I was gone and I forgot. He tossed me a key chain with a few keys on it. "Sure thing, man. Have a good one." The door closed behind him. This summer was going to be a lot duller without him around. I almost couldn't wait for work to start. "Well, better get her the keys and then head out of here," I thought to myself, and headed up the stairs. The shower was not running, so I figured Mrs. Miller was out. I gave a hard knock on the door in case she was still in her bathroom. A bit too hard, I guess. The door hadn't been closed all the way and swung open under the force of my first knock, so that my second knock missed completely. And then there was Claire Miller, my best friends mom, bare?ass naked, still wet from the shower, lying on the bed with the middle finger of her right hand shoved up inside her pussy. "Holy shit." were the only words that came into my mind. It was a struggle not to stare. I lowered my eyes to the floor and said, "Ss?ssorry Mrs. Mil, I mean, Claire. Frank wanted me to give these to you. I set them on the dresser and then backed out of the room and closed the door. I don't think I've ever left any building that fast in my whole life. I was filled with horror at seeing my best friends mom masturbating and, well, horniness at seeing just how gorgeous she really was. It was gonna be a long time before I managed to wash that image from my mind. The next few hours were torture as I tried not to think about it. If I thought about it, I would want to jack?off thinking about it, and that would be no good. It was my friend's fucking mom! I was strong enough to resist, I kep telling myself. I watched some TV in my empty house and soon had, well, not forgotten it, but at least put it into the back of my mind. Just as I was finally the relaxing, the phone rang. It was her. "Look Johnny," she said before I could even get a word in, "I'm really sorry about that. I didn't intend for that to, I mean. . ." "Mrs., I mean, Claire, I didn't mean to run out, I shouldn't have barged in, I mean. Well, I don't know, I'm sorry if I was rude I guess but you know, the situation. . ." "No need to explain Johnny," she cut me off. She sounded more relaxed and controlled now. "Look, can you come back over here, I feel weird talking about this on the phone." Back over there? That was the last place I wanted to be. But it did seem reasonable. I tried to argue, but five minutes later found myself walking up the path to the Millers' door. The door swung open before I knocked; she'd been waiting for me. "Hi, John. Come in." We sat down on the couch in the living room and just looked at eachother for a second. "Look, John. Masturbating is a natural thing, almost everyone does it sometimes and I didn't mean for you to see it but you did. I hope you won't be afraid to come over here and hang out anymore, I like you and think you're quite good to Frank and I don't want this to ruin it." "No, look, Claire. Let's just forget about this and put it behind us. I mean, I don't want to think about it and neither do you, so let's just try not to." For some reason she looked hurt when I said this. "What's wrong with that?" I chimed in as sympathectically as possible. "Nothing. It's just. . . nothing." "No, c'mon, what? I can take it, I'm a big guy now." I tried to give a nervous laugh but couldn't quite. "Well, was it that bad? I mean, am I so unattractive that you'd want to forget it?" She sounded about to cry. "No of course not, you're really beautiful it's just that." "You mean that?" Her tone was much different all of the sudden, but I couldn't quite figure it out. "Yeah, of course I do." "So you'd want to see it again, if you could." I was getting fucking confused at this point. Either Mrs. Miller was very strange or she was trying to. . . "Would you like to see it again?" She interupted my thoughts and left me with my jaw hanging open. A million thoughts were racing through my mind and most of them were ones I felt I shouldn't be having. I was speechless. "I'll tell you what, Johnny. Since you interupted me before, I didn't get a chance to finish and I'm still really horny. I'm gonna need to masturbate really soon. Like right now. So I'm gonna go up stairs, take my clothes off, get on my bed, and get myself off. And I'm gonna leave the door open. You can come up and watch as much as you want, or you can just leave if you want to. How does that sound?" She got up and headed upstairs; I just sat there in the living room with a dumb look on my face, one side of me racing for the door while the other side was alread halfway upstairs. I sat for about fifteen seconds (it felt like an eternity, though) before it occurred to me that I needed to do SOMETHING. I didn't know what, but whatever I decided I need to just go an do it, or she'd come back down in an hour and find me still sitting there with a dumb look on my face. So I got up and headed for the door, which incidentally was right at the foot of the staircase. I stopped there and looked up the stairs, thinking about what waited for me up there. The thought of watching Mrs. Miller's (I couldn't help but think of her as Mrs. Miller) large chest heaving as the fingered herself was making my cock swell in my pants. Let me stop here to defend myself. I knew that going up those stairs was probably not the "right" thing to do. But I was still a young guy with a ton of hormones, and I hadn't gotten much in the way of sexual attention in my high school years. So as you can guess, I cracked. I took the steps one at a time, but moved quickly. My mind was made up and I didn't want to miss any of the "show." Any doubts I had disappeared when I found Mrs. Miller's shirt at the top of the staircase. I walked down the hall to the open door, passing her pants on the way. I was not disappointed when I peered into the room. Mrs. Miller was on the bed, on her back, with her legs spread to give me a view, rubbing her cunt through a pair of light blue silk panties. She was already moaning a little when I stepped into the door way. She looked up at me when I entered, but didn't say anything, she just continued to pleasure herself with her right hand on her pussy. Her left hand, meanwhile, had moved up to her breasts where it was pinching her nipples. Her eyes were closed now as she rubbed herself, and she squirmed a little from her own touch on her privates which really seemed to be getting her hot. By this point it was clear that her panties were getting in the way. She opened her eyes and momentarily stopped working on her pussy and chest to grab the sides of her panties and quickly slide them off her legs. She tossed the now quite damp panties at me and began to rub her clit more vigorously. Her left hand returned to her chest, and her eyes closed again. Soon, she began to moan and arch her back as her right hand really worked on her clit. She continued like this for a while (I have no idea if I was there for 2 minutes or year) when her left hand crept down her body and took over for her right hand. She brought her right hand up to her face and sucked her fingers, simultaneously tasting her own juices on the tips and getting her fingers ready to enter her. She then returned her right hand to her cunt and slowly pushed her middle finger into herself. From my position, I could see it stretch the lips of her pussy and then slowly slide in. She began to pump her finger in and out as her other hand massaged her clit. She was moaning now, and bucking her hips in rhythm with her self?fucking. Soon, she added a second finger, pumping her middle and pointer finger in and out of her whole. At this point, she was practically going crazy, moaning and squirming. Suddenly, she was speaking. "I'm gonna cum for you, John. Do you want to see that?" I tried to say, "yes," but I don't know if it got out. She gave a long groan, and then juices came pouring out all of her fingers. She panted loudly as she came. The whole time my cock was getting harder and harder as I watched, this was by far the hottest thing that I had ever seen. Her cumming nearly drove me crazy. But she didn't stop! She kept pumping her fingers in and out, though she slowed down a little. "John," she managed as her tempo slowed, "I'm not done. Once isn't enough. Can you be a good boy and open that drawer next to you." She pointed and I open a drawer to find her underwear and a couple of vibrators. The knowledge that my best friend's mom had sex toys turned me on even more. "The blue one, John." She said, and I pulled it out. It was just your typical blue plastic vibrator. I twisted the bottom and it started to hum. I walked up to the bed. Somehow I got the balls to say, "do you want me to help you?" "Would you?" She responded seductively. I took the tip of the shaking toy and touched it to her pussy, right above the clit. I ran it slowly around her clit, and up and down her slit. "Don't tease me, I'm already hot you bastard. I want to feel it!" I couldn't turn her down. I took the vibrator and began massaging her clit with the end of it. "Oh that feels so good, John," she moaned. Her head tipped back and her eyes closed; she was off in her own world again. I don't need to tell you that I was pretty horny at this point. I took a break for a second to pull my shirt off and, then went back to work. As much as my cock was pushing against the inside of my pants, the only thing I could think about while staring at her pussy all of that time was how much I wanted to lick it; to taste her juice. Seeing that I was passed the point of no return as far as giving into my sexual urges went, a lowered the vibrator and pushed it into her hole slowly, stretching the sides. "That's right, fuck me with it!" She practically yelled. I surprised her then by climbing up onto the bed between her legs and licking her clit while I fucked her with it. Her eyes shot open and she looked down at me in exstacy. "That's right, eat me out. I want it so bad! It's been so long since anyone licked my clit." She was already soaked, so I went right for the clit, licking and tonguing it while I pushed the vibrator in and out of her pussy. I alternated between swirling my tongue around her clit and licking up and down on it. The insides of her thighs were squeezing my head, but I didn't mind one bit! I looked up to see her back arched and her hands on her breasts pinching her nipples as she moaned with pleasure. Suddenly, she went silent. She couldn't even make a noise as she came. Juices came out all over the vibrator and my hands and face. Her legs were bucking and she was panting as she came. It began to slow down. As she snapped back into reality she sat up and kissed me, tasting her juices on my mouth. It was then, with Mrs. Miller's tongue in my mouth that I realized what I had just done. "Holy shit, Mrs. Miller. This was a bad idea. Look, I need to go." I jumped up and headed for the door in a panic but she was a step ahead of me. The door slammed in front of me and she pushed me into and turned me around. She was suddenly kissing me again, and it felt so good I couldn't help but kiss her back. "Don't run away, John," she said seductively, "I'm not done with you." She pulled my shirt over my head and continued to kiss me. Her hand found my cock and gave it a stroke through my cargo pants. "You're bigger than I expected, John. This is gonna be fun." She fumbled for a second with my button, and then suddenly she was sinking down to her knees. "Relax and enjoy this, John, c'mon." I was speechless and she pulled my shorts down and off over my sandals. And then all I could see was the top of her head and her short hair swinging around as she took my cock in her mouth. It felt amazing. Her tongue moved around the head as her lips moved slowly up and down the shaft of my cock and her hands grabbed my ass. She pulled me out of her mouth for a second, then licked the shaft of my cock from the head to the base and back up again. I nearly feel over as she passed the bottom of my cockhead. And then I was back in her mouth, struggling to stay standing and struggling not to cum yet. She pulled her head away for a second and stroked me slowly with her right hand, twisting her hand slowly around as she went. Her saliva mixed with my pre?cum made it feel great. "John," she said. Then she gave my cockhead a lick for emphasis. "I want you to cum for me. Cum in my mouth. Will you?" "Y?yy?yes," I stammered. And then she was working on my cock head with her lips and tongue. I couldn't hold on. No one could've. "I'm gonna cum Mrs. Miller." And I did. She sucked on my cock as I did, stroking it with her hand and gently tonguing the top. I'd never came so much in my life, but she swallowed it all down, and then sucked and licked it clean before pulling me out of her mouth. She stood up and kissed me. Her mouth was completely empty; she'd swallowed it all. I was still sort of horny on some level, but really completely drained. "That was fun," she said. "Can you come back over tomorrow?" "I'll see what I can do," I said, and then gave her another lingering kiss before starting the search for my clothes. It was going to be an interesting summer. Mrs. Miller Ch. 2 I woke up the next day at around noon. That was one of the nicest parts of the summer for me: sleeping late. I loved to sleep and didn't seem to get the chance very often during the school year (that's probably an understatement :) ). The previous days events seemed surreal, like a dream, and upon waking up I almost thought that was what they were. But my mind soon reminded me of all that I had seen and felt, and it struck me what I had gotten myself into. I felt both excited and sickened as I thought about what I had done, and those emotions doubled when I considered her parting words. "Can you come back over tomorrow?" she had said as I left. The thought of returning to that house sent a warm rush into my groin. I hopped out of bed and gae my mouse a tap to check my e-mail. My parents had decided to get cable right after I had moved out (I'd begged them for years...of course they waited until I moved!) so it was only a few seconds before I had my e-mail up on the screen. There was a lot of spam in my inbox, and as I reached for the delete button I saw one with the subject line, "You busy tonight?" I clicked it open, and it was indeed from Mrs. Miller. "Good thing I didn't delete that," I said quietly to myself as I opened the e-mail. "Good morning," I heard behind me along with a knock on the door. I quickly minimized the window and jumped up, throwing on a shirt to cover my "morning glory." "Mornin', mom." I smiled as I opened the door for my mom. "Glad to see you slept late, son. You up to anything today?" "Probably not until tonight, but I'll see what comes up." "You think you could find some time in your busy schedule to come do something with your dear old mom?" "Sure mom," I said with a wink. "Give me an hour to get ready and we'll go grab lunch somewhere." "Sounds good sweetie," she smiled back at me. I closed the door as she walked away. My mom was sweet, and I hadn't seen much of her since heading off to school. It would be nice to spend some time with her. But in all honesty, there was another mother that I was thinking of right then. I popped my e-mail back open and gave it a read. "Hey John, it's Claire. I had fun yesterday and was wondering if you'd like to join me tonight at 10:00 at my house. If you're having second thoughts, check out the attachment. See you tonight." I wasn't having second thoughts, but I decided to open the attachment anyway. With my cable modem, it took about 30 seconds to download and open the zip file. I unzipped and double clicked on the video file. Up popped up and image of Mrs. Miller. She was in a summery dress in her living room. She moved back to an arm chair, sat down, and pulled the dress about to reveal her naked pussy. She then spread her legs, one over each arm of the chair, grabbed a dildo, off of the night stand, and moved it towards her pussy. It slowly entered her, and she squirmed. She began fucking herself with the dildo, moaning and squirming in the chair from her self-provided pleasures. I watched, unable to look away, for 2 minutes, until she came with a loud yelp. She then pulled the dildo out of her cunt, and brought it up to her mouth where she sucked it clean. I looked down to see myself masturbating and had to grab a tissue to keep from cumming all over the place. If there had been any doubt about my plans for the night, it was gone now. I had a really nice time with my mom. We went out to a nice little italian place for lunch and generally had a good talk; the kind we hadn't had in quite a while. But the whole time, Mrs. Miller was in the back of my mind. No matter what else I thought of, my brain eventually returned to images of Mrs. Miller pleasuring herself with her hand, a toy, me. . . More than once my mom had to snap me back into reality. But I had always been a little spacy as a kid, and I don't think she took any special notice of my absent-mindedness (or my boner, for that matter). There was no doubt in my mind that I would be VERY horny by the time I got to Mrs. Miller's house that night. After lunch, I spent the rest of the day sitting around the house, watching TV, surfing the internet, playing my car, anything I could think of to keep my mind in reality and kill time until 10:00. The thought definitely entered my mind of trying to surprise her by showing up early. Perhaps I could catch her in the middle of whatever plans she had for me? But in the end, I decided that any plans she had for me would probably be worth getting trapped in, so I help on to my sanity and bided my time until night finally came. 10:00 finally came around after what felt like an eternity of waiting and killing time. I walked up to the Miller's front step at 10:00 PM on the dot; I'd promised myself that I wouldn't get there early, but that didn't mean I was gonna be even a minute late. The door was ajar and I pushed it in to find an orange tank top at my feel. "Holy shit," I thought, "this woman is good." I could see a pair of jean shorts at the foot of the stairs and headed up. In the hall was a black bra that I would've killed to see Mrs. Miller in (but would certainly settle for seeing her out of!). It was right next to an open door leading into Mrs. Miller's bedroom. I stepped in and saw a pair of black panties sitting on the floor outside of the door to her bathroom, from under which I could see light under the door. I picked up the panties; they were warm and smelled of arousal. She really had this all planned out to a T. I turned the knob and pushed the door open into the bathroom. The bathroom was enormous! It was all marble and had a huge hot tub. But what really drew my attention was, of course, Mrs. Miller. She was sitting in the steaming water of the hot tub, up to her chest. Her large breasts were hidden just below the bubbling surface. I wanted to dive in so badly I almost forgot to take off my clothes. "Hi sexy," she intoned. "Take off those clothes and come on in, the water is perrrfect." She smiled seductively, and I scrambled to take my shorts off. "Take your time babe, we have all night." She winked as she said this and I nearly fell over at the thought. "Just calm down, John," I told myself as I slid into the tub, trying to act casually. I sat down across from her. I felt her smooth legs against mine. "Have a good day, Mrs. Miller?" "It was alright, though a bit dull. And please, John, call me Claire." "I'm sorry, Claire. It's just a habit. Hard to kick I guess." "Well, don't worry about it too much. I hope you didn't have a bad day." As she asked me I felt her foot move up my leg. She began to rub my cock with her foot. I gulped. "No, not too bad. And getting better." She was driving me crazy, her foot was really turning me on. She was slowly rubbing it up and down the length of my shaft under the water. "Is everything okay, John?" "Yup! Fine Mrs., Claire." I was going insane. She stood up and moved towards me, kissing me. I kissed her back, our tongues meeting in the middle and playing with eachother. Her hand dropped under the water and began slowly stroking me. "Good, I want you to be very comfortable." She said during a break in the kissing, and then leaned in to nibble my ear. I moaned softly. "Mm...Mrs. Miller." "Sit up on the side of the tub, John. I want that cock of yours again." I obeyed immediately. She planted a kiss on the head of my cock. She then kissed her way down the side and slowly back up, continuing to slowly stroke it with her hand as she went. When she got back up to the top, she took the top two inches or so into her mouth and ran her tongue around the bottom rim of my head. I sighed loudly as I felt the warmth of her mouth on the end of my cock. She pulled away for a second. "I bet you never would've guessed I loved to suck cock, would you John?" She returned to her work, sucking a little more of my hard-on this time. Her tongue was driving me crazy as she slowly moved her lips up and down on my shaft. She took me out of her mouth again and continued to stroke me. She kissed her way down my penis and kissed my balls. She then began licking the base of my penus and my scrotum. I was getting incredibly hot as she did this, and moaned again as her lips returned to pull my cock head into her mouth again. "Mrs. Miller, I'm gonna cum." "Not yet you're not." She continued slowly stroking my cock, but moved her mouth back to the base of my cock to lick and kiss me there somemore. I couldn't take it, I need to cum! This continued for another minute before she decided to take mercy on me and began sucking the head of my cock more ferociously then ever. I held onto the tub for dear life as I came into her mouth. She swallowed it all up, and then licked my cock all around to get the excess off and swallow that too. The feeling of her tongue on me when I was that sensitive drove me wild. I slid back into the water and kissed her, moving around to kiss and suck on the side of her neck and ears. She squirmed beneath me. "mmmmmmm," she managed to get out. "I like it when a boy is grateful." She held me head to she side of her neck, forcing me to continue kissing her there. I wasn't going to argue! She twisted her tongue around so she was breathing into my ear, and whispered to me. "John, I want your tongue on my pussy again. . . you ate me out so good yesterday and it had been such a long time." She grabbed my ear with her teeth and gave it a not-too-gentle yank as she backed away and got up on the side of the tub. She leaned against the wall, spread her legs wide, and then motioned to me with her finger. How could I turn that down? I moved slowly across the tub towards her and kissed her sensually on the lips, then worked my way down her neck. "John, you little fuck. Stop teasing me and get your tongue onto my clit." She grabbed me by my hair and shoved my head down towards her pussy, pulling me into her. "Now keep licking my cunt until I come on your face or you'll be sorry you were ever born." This was a side of Mrs. Miller that I had NEVER even imagined, and it was making me horny as hell. I felt my cock recovering from her earlier oral activities as I began to lick her twat. I ran my tongue up and down her slit a few times, probing her hole a little as I did so. "Mmm, that's better John. You're a good cunt lick. . .oooh!" she was cutoff as I began to attack her clit. I continued working on her clit, alternating between circling around, licking it up and down, and sucking on it as hard as I could. She tried to keep up the dirty talk but soon all of her energy was dedicated to staying up on the side of the slippery tub. "John, John," she panted, "put a finger in me now. I need it so bad. Give it to me." I took my middle finger and slid it into her pussy all the way, and then began rubbing her inside walls with it. I could feel her tense as I hit her g-spot with it, and concentrated on that area once I'd found it, fucking her while wiggling my finger around inside her. This, combined with my tongue working on her clit, was driving her to the edge. She nearly feel as she came; I was the only thing that stopped her. Cum came practically pouring out of her, and I did my best to lick it up. "Yeah, drink my cum, John. Drink. I know you like old woman cum, don't you?" "Mmm. . .you taste great, Mrs. Miller." "I'm glad you like it, John." She was starting to calm down now. "Can I try?" Before I could say anything, she grabbed my finger and sucked it clean. "Mmm. . .it is good. Now that I know you like it I won't feel bad about asking you to eat me out all the time." I smiled and slid back in the tub to sit across from her. My head whipped to the side though; I could've sworn I saw something out of the corner of my eye, just outside the window. "Did you see something out there?" I asked. "Don't worry about it, I'm sure it's nothing, my house has an alarm." I kept looking out the window until I felt Mrs. Miller's weight on me. She sat down, straddling, and my cock went into her pussy. "Whoa, Mrs. Miller! I didn't know we were. . ." "Gonna fuck? I'm a grown woman and I need cock in my pussy from time to time; especially a big young cock like yours. Is this your first time?" "Well, no, but. . ." I'd had sex with my girlfriend in high school, but it was always akward and not very good, so we usually stuck to oral stuff. This already felt amazing though; she was just gyrating her hips gently and it was causing the head of my cock to rub against the inside of her pussy in an incredible way. "Well then relax and let me fuck you." She started to pump up and down as she moved her hips and it felt incredible. My cock was rock solid again. As she fucked me, her breasts were right in front of my face, so I leaned forward and grabbed one, bringing her nipple to my mouth. "Mmmm. . .that's nice. . .suck my tits while I fuck your big cock." She sounded like she was enjoying herself as well. Her breathing was fast; she'd never fully come down from her first orgasm and was on her way up to a second. She was moving on my cock faster now, the water in the tub moving in waves all around. "I'm gonna cum John, your big cock is gonna make me cum!" She groaned loudly as I felt her muscles tighten on my cock. I'd already cum once, and thus was still hard and had a little more left in me. She kept fucking me and moving her hips as she came down. "John, you've been good to me," she said as she fucked me slowly. "Do you want to keep fucking my pussy? I was thinking since we're already so wet you might like to try something else?" "What did you have in mind?" Without a word, she climbed off of my cock and lowered herself into the water. She took my cock in her mouth again for a second to get it lubed up, and then rose out of the water and placed it between her breasts. She began to move up and down, fucking my with her chest. It didn't feel as good as her pussy, but the sight of my cock moving up and down through her cleavage drove me wild. "You like that?" she asked. I didn't bother to answer. She looked down and began rubbing my cockhead with her tongue as it came up from between her boobs. "I'm gonna cum soon, Mrs. Miller," I barely managed to get out. She took my cock out from her breasts and put the tip in her mouth, sucking and licking just the head. This was more than I could stand and I came into her mouth. She once again swallowed it all and then stood up, her beauty revealed before me. "Did you have fun, John?" I just stood up and kissed her. "See you tomorrow?" "Maybe, I'll see how I'm feeling, I can't do this everyday. . .I'm not 19 anymore." She smiled as she said this and then leaned in to kiss me. I put my arms around her and kissed her back, all of my thoughts forgotten for a while. I helped her dry off, kissed her good night, and then headed home with thoughts of the other things we would do together playing through my mind the whole way. Every hour away from her was torture as I thought of what lay ahead. Mrs. Miller Ch. 3 I woke the next morning with a smile on my face; I'd slept incredibly well. I'd been completely worn out by Mrs. Miller, and left with nothing but good dreams. I climbed out of bed and once again headed for my computer; hoping to see something else entertaining from my new lover. I was disappointed to find nothing from her in my inbox; perhaps we weren't going to meet again today. There was only one letter; and it looked like junk. Junk with an attachment. I gave it a second look. "Josh: don't delete" was in the subject line. Perhaps she had another e-mail address? I opened the letter and the blood drained from my face. "Josh, I know all about you and Claire Miller. The evidence is attached. Meet me at 4:00 PM today at 26 Lawland Ave." 26 Lawland? That was right next door to the Millers'! Suddenly the suspicious noises I'd heard outside of the window the night before came flooding back into my memory. . .I knew something was up! But in the heat of the moment I'd been to horny to do anything about it; now I was going to pay the price. I double clicked on the attachment, and watched with horror but not really surprise as a 30 second video clip of me eating out Mrs. Miller in the tub popped up on the screen. Two mornings, two videos with a naked Mrs. Miller. Yet the circumstances were certainly very different this time. The anticipation of what would happen later that day also returned, but this time it was dread instead of eagerness that filled my head. I headed downstairs to fix breakfast and try to take my mind off what I had just seen; there was nothing I could do about until 4:00, I supposed. "Hi, mom," I said as I entered the kitchen, trying to sound natural. "Hey, Johnny. How you feelin' today? Alright?" "Yeah, mom, just fine." She probably knew something was on my mind, but she'd become good at not bugging me about stuff over the past year or so. "Good, good. Any plans for today?" "Just gonna go meet some friends at around 4:00." "Okay. You gonna be home for dinner?" "Don't think so mom, sorry." I hoped she wasn't disappointed; she didn't get to see all that much of me and I often felt like when I missed dinner or something small like that; I was abandoning her. But there more pressing worries on my mind which soon pushes their way back in and made me forget all about dinner. It was about noon when I finished my cereal and once again the hours dragged on. It was a mixed blessing; part of me wanted 4:00 to come and be over with, and part wished that time would slow down and 4:00 would never come around. I tried everything to distract myself: video games, books, TV, surfing the net, chatting with my mom. Nothing seemed to work: not surprising considering the circumstances. 4 o'clock finally came, and with much dread I headed for Lawland. As I past the Millers' house, I was tempted to go up to the door and tell her what had happened. She would know what to do. "No," I said to myself. "You're a big boy now." I tried to smile at that thought. "You can handle it for yourself. It can't be too bad: this is a pretty innocent town, he probably just wants to scare you or something." These thoughts were not comforting. I took a deep breathe and rang the doorbell of #26. "Come in!" I heard yelled from inside. I straightened up, steadied myself, and gave the door bell a push. I stepped into a rather attractive living room; clearly the owner was pretty wealthy. There was no one in sight though. "Why would my blackmailer invite me un. . ." My thoughts were interupted as a pair of hands grabbed me from behind, holding my arms behind me, and another pair blindfolded me. "Shut the fuck up and do exactly what I tell you to do, got it?" I nodded my head. "Good. And no stupid shit, I've still got that video tape and I can think of a whole bunch of people who might like to see it." The hands began to remove my clothes. "What the hell are you doing?" "I said shut the fuck up!" She barked back at me. A pair of hands unzipped my shorts while another pulled my shirt over my head. Sandals and boxers followed. Soon, I was bare as naked and being led down a hallway. "Lie down," the woman said. I was half-pushed onto a bed. Someone sat on my chest, pinning me to the bed as the other woman handcuffed my ankles and wrists. I tried to struggle, realizing that something wasn't right here, but the weight of the woman on top of me help me down and I wasn unable to squirm free. "Well there, John, looks like I've got you all to myself now. We're gonna play a little game called make me happy or I send your mom and friends the video tape. Oh, and don't tell Mrs. Miller about this either; I want some more quality footage to watch. You just keep things going on with her as normal." "Yes m'am." I was fucking scared. Part of me was also. . .horny! I'll admit it, this woman seemed about to use me as a sex toy. I was being blackmailed, but I was 19 as much as I felt wrong about it, part of me was glad that this was happening. "Well John, it looked from the tape like you were a pretty good pussy-eater. Is that true?" "I don't know." "I think it is, John. So I'm gona climb on top of you now, and you're gonna keep eating my twat until I tell you to stop, okay? And if I don't come as many times as I want to you're gonna be in big trouble. But if you're good you might even get a little reward beyond me not ruining your reputation. Understood?" "Yes," I managed to get out. I wondered where the other woman had gone. "Mmmmm. . .good. . .now open wide." I felt a knee land on either side of my head, and then my nostrils were filled with the smell of a woman's juices. And then my face was covered in pussy. She ground her cunt onto my face, and I began to tongue her in desperation. I licked and sucked first on her hole and lips, and then on her clit, doing my best to please her as I'd done for Mrs. Miller the night before. For some reason I wanted to make her cum so badly; mostly in hopes that she's have mercy on me but also just to please her. Her pussy was not nearly as sweet as Mrs. Miller's, but it didn't taste too bad. She was shaven, and for that I was thankful as i sucked and licked and prodded. He clit and pussy were constantly ground on to my face. "You are a good pussy licker, even under pressure. We're gonna have good times together, John. Mmmm. . .right there on my clit. OOOOOHHHHH!! That feels nice that's the spot. Lick it lick it!" The obscenities were flying from her mouth as she rode my face. "Make me cum. Make me cum!" I sucked her clit into my mouth and lashes at it with my tongue, ferociously trying to bring her off. "Oh, yes! Yes, John! Here I come!" She sounded about to scream, but then went completely silent. She shivered as she came, and cum ran all over my face. "Mmm...yes John. Lick it all up. Eat me out and clean me up!" I licked everywhere, swallowing as much of her juices as I could before stopping. "Did I tell you to stop? KEEP EATING ME!" I attacked her with a renewed effect. My tongue and lips were getting tired, but I couldn't turn her down or she would smother me. I dove in, licking and sucking her clit as vigorously as I could. She came twice more, close together, before climbing off me. I sucked in air and tried to catch my breath as my heart slowed. "Well, my doubts are gone. This was definitely worth it." I felt my blindfold come off and found myself staring at Mrs. Miller's neighbor. She was gorgeous, but much different looking than Mrs. Miller. Where Claire was voluptous, she was athletic. She was a beanpole with a flat stomach and very little chest. She had inch-long black hair that made her look really hot, and under any other circumstances I would've been gald to befucking her. She looked to be around 30. You're a good pussy-licker, John. By the way, I'm Tasha Kushov. Did you enjoy the show, Claire?" I was shocked. Tasha stepped out of the way to reveal a naked Claire Miller, sitting in a chair rubbing her clit ferociously. "Hi, John," she said, sweat beading on her forehead. "That was quite a show. I planned this with Tasha yesterday of course; so there's nothing to worry about. I thought you'd enjoy this; lord knows me and Tasha have." She smiled at me. Relief washed over me. . .and horniness. Now that I knew what was going on my cock got significantly harder. "You were right about his tongue, it's like magic," Tasha interupted. You look like you could use it down there, Claire." Mrs. Miller was rubbing her clit hard now; she looked incredibly horny and turned on. I strained against the handcuffs, trying to get up and get my "revenge" on Mrs. Miller, but I was firmly tied down. It looked like whatever they wanted they would have from me, at least for tonight. I resigned myself to watch and see what came next. I was rewarded about two seconds later with a something unexpected (though at this point I shouldn't have been surprised by anything). Tasha was standing in front of Mrs. Miller, and she reached down to rub her clit for her. Meanwhile, Mrs. Miller sucked and nibbled on one of Tasha's nipples, thanking her for the attention and urging her forward. Mrs. Miller looked instensely horny at this point; watching me eat out Tasha had really got her going and she was really wet. I watched as Tasha pushed a finger into her. Her head tipped back and she let out a loud moan. Tasha began to slowly fuck Mrs. Miller with her finger. "Do you like to watch, John?" Tasha asked me? I only nodded in response, wrapped up in what I was seeing. Mrs. Miller began bucking her hips, trying to increase the pleasure that Tasha was slowly giving her. I pulled on my handcuffs, trying to get a hand free to stroke my hard-on, but it proved impossible and I was forced to only watch as I got hornier and hornier. I was in desperate need of attention as Mrs. Miller came all over Tasha's hand. She fell limp in her chair and Tasha continued to rub and stroke her pussy for a little while as she came down from her Orgasm. "Looks like John enjoyed that little show, doesn't it, Claire?" Tasha said with a nod towards my very errect penis. There will be more shows to come, John, don't worry. But for now it looks like you could use a little attention. What do you think we should do, Claire?" "I want to fuck him," Mrs. Miller said. "Hmmm. . .me too." Tasha replied. It was interesting to see myself discussed like I was a toy; it was actually quite a turn on! "I'll shoot you for it. The winner gets hit cock and the loser gets his tongue; so we both win." Mrs. Miller held up her fist for a game of rock, paper, scissors. "You're like a little kid," Tasha giggled. "Okay, here goes. . .Rock, paper, scissor, shoot!" I don't know what I was hoping would happen, it didn't really matter. Tasha was holding out scissors, and Mrs. Miller was holding out paper. "Nice! I win. I haven't been fucked for a long time." "Alls fair in love and war," Mrs. Miller acquiesced. She grabbed the base of my cock and held it upright as Tasha climbed onto the bad and lowered herself onto me, facing me. Then Mrs. Miller climbed up to wear Tasha had been, straddling my face. "Alright, John, here's how this works," Tasha was all business again. "You eat her out the best you can. If she has fun, you have fun. If it looks like you're slacking off, I'm gonna slack off and then no one has fun. So eat her out I want to hear her scream while she watches my fuck you." Mrs. Miller's pussy was already soaked, so I just dove right in, pulling on my cuffs to try and get higher up. I didn't tease this time; we were both too horny. I just moved right in on her clit with all of my energy. Soon she was moaning and rubbing her pussy on my mouth like no tomorrow. Meanwhile, Tasha began to rock back and forth, fucking me first slowly and that at increasing speed. After all that had gone on, I was near to bursting, but Tasha did a good job of holding me back from cumming until I'd gotten Mrs. Miller off. It was hard to concentrate with what was going on at the other end of the bed, but it didn't take long for Mrs. Miller to cum; once she'd orgasmed once the next one wasn't far off for her, and soon I had her cum all over my face. She was rocking back and forth on my face, she came at least twice in quick succession. Tasha was bouncing up and down now, screaming for me to cum. And I did. I couldn't talk with Mrs. Miller's pussy in my mouth, so I just fired my cum right up inside her. I hadn't even known her for more than an hour and I'd eaten her out and then cum into her pussy! Mrs. Miller climbed off of me, and so did Tasha. "I want a taste," she said. With that, she reached over to Tasha, stuck a finger in her pussy, pulled it out, and licked the combination of Tasha and my cum right off her finger! She just looked at me and smiled. "Thanks for a great evening, Claire," Tasha said as they headed out of the room." "Aren't you forgetting something, I yelled after them?" They both turned around with blank looks on their face. "Oh, I suppose you want to call your mom and tell her you're sleeping at a friends'? I'll bring the phone in a minute." Did they mean to leave me here all night? They must have, for about 10 seconds later Tasha returned with a cordless phone, dialed and held it to my ear. "Hi, mom? Yeah, I'm gonna stay at Danny's house. Is that cooee!" I gulped loudly as Tasha took my cock in her mouth. I struggled to talk to my mom. "Is that cool? Okay, love you, bye." The phone fell to the side and Tasha looked up with a wicked grin. She gave me stiff-again cock a last lick, grabbed the phone, and headed out, hitting the lights and leaving me in darkness. I was left to wonder what else they had in store for me as I slowly fell to sleep.