<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy?filters[tag]=serving%20milf%20next%20door">Click here</a> to read the first part of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="48935858" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Mrs. Jameson had instructed Dylan to be at his window a little past five, so he showed up at 4:45. He wasn’t going to miss a second of whatever she had planned. He was still buzzing from the thrill of eating her pussy and making her cum earlier in the day. </p><p>It took all the willpower Dylan possessed to refrain from masturbating in the ensuing hours. As a result, Dylan was rock hard by the time he took his seat.</p><p>True to her word, Mrs. Jameson and her husband showed up in the backyard a little after five. She was wearing another skimpy bikini and he was in a swimsuit. Dylan couldn’t help but be a little impressed with Mr. Jameson’s chest and arms. The man was in excellent shape. It was easy to understand why Mrs. Jameson kept her body so tight. She had to keep up with her husband.</p><p>The couple indulged in a deep, passionate kiss as they reached the set of lounge chairs that rested by their pool. Mrs. Jameson’s hand moved down her husband’s stomach and under the elastic waistband of his swimsuit. Dylan pulled out his cock and stroked as he watched the beautiful blonde milf next door jerk off her husband.</p><p>Mr. Jameson’s bathing suit came down quickly and Mrs. Jameson dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. Dylan couldn’t believe what he was watching. The show happening in the neighbor’s backyard instantly became hotter than any porn he’d ever seen.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson appeared to be spectacularly talented at giving head. She swallowed her husband’s sizable cock with ease, burying her nose in his pubic hair over and over.</p><p>When Mrs. Jameson stood up again she shared another beautiful kiss with her husband as he untied her bikini top and pushed her bottoms to the ground.</p><p>Mr. Jameson moved behind his wife and played with her tits while kissing her neck. His hands moved over her taut, tanned body and she seemed to enjoy it immensely. Mrs. Jameson reached back to play with her husband’s cock and Dylan wondered what it would feel like to have her fingers wrapped around his dick.</p><p>The older couple kissed again and then Mrs. Jameson got on her hands and knees on the lounge chair. Mr. Jameson moved behind her, slid his cock into her pussy, and began to fuck her hard.</p><p>Dylan wanted to open the window to see if he could hear the moans of the beautiful milf next door, but he knew it was too risky. The noise of metal scraping against metal always accompanied opening the window and he’d absolutely attract the attention of Mr. Jameson, who would almost certainly be angry that someone was watching him and his wife fuck.</p><p>Instead, Dylan sat at the window and masturbated slowly. He didn’t want to stroke too quickly or he’d cum before the show was over. Dylan wanted to take his time. He wanted to try and enjoy the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his young life.</p><p>Not long after, Mr. Jameson pulled out and Mrs. Jameson quickly spun around and dropped to her knees in front of her husband. She took his cock in her mouth and moments later a look of bliss came over Mr. Jameson’s face. He was cumming in his wife’s mouth.</p><p>Dylan knew it was time to cum, but he held off. He wanted to see what would happen next. He wanted to see if there was some other purpose to his being invited to watch.</p><p>After Mr. Jameson pulled out, his wife swallowed the cum he’d shot in her mouth. Mrs. Jameson then stood up, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and put her bikini back on. The couple disappeared back into their house and Dylan felt a pang of regret that he hadn’t let his load loose right as Mr. Jameson climaxed.</p><p>Dylan wasn’t going to go without an orgasm though, so he resolved to relive the moment via a porn video. He grabbed his phone, directed an incognito browser window to PornHub, and searched for “milf pool sex.” He picked the first video that featured a blonde girl and spit into his hand for lube.</p><p>Just as he’d wrapped his fingers around his cock once more, the doorbell rang. Dylan let out another audible sigh and pulled his pants up. He needed a little time for his erection to soften, so he took a leisurely pace while making his way downstairs.</p><p>He looked through the peephole and felt genuinely giddy when he saw Mrs. Jameson standing there in a beautiful sundress.</p><p>Dylan hastily yanked the door open and was greeted by a beautiful smile from the blonde milf next door.</p><p>“May I come in?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan stepped aside and said, “Yes, of course. Sorry. Come in, please.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson stepped into the house and Dylan shut the door behind her. She moved closer to him and Dylan caught a whiff of her perfume. He glanced at her wondrous cleavage.</p><p>“I told my husband that your mother called and asked me to check in on you,” Mrs. Jameson said as she took another step towards Dylan. “Of course, we both know that’s not true, don’t we, Dylan?”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson reached out and grasped Dylan’s cock through his shorts. A surprised groan escaped his lips as she began to massage it.</p><p>“I’m here to ask if you enjoyed the little show,” Mrs. Jameson said as Dylan’s cock grew stiff thanks to her expert work. “So, did you enjoy the show, Dylan? Did you enjoy watching me suck my husband’s cock? Did you enjoy seeing him bend me over and fuck my pussy? Did you enjoy seeing him cum in my mouth?”</p><p>Dylan was certain he could smell a hint of cum on her breath. It didn’t make him recoil, though. It felt naughty. He liked it.</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan answered as the blonde milf goddess continued her wondrous working of his cock. “I enjoyed it very much.”</p><p>“Did you cum?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan shook his head.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson smiled. “Why not?”</p><p>“I don’t know,” Dylan answered.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson moved close enough that her breasts pressed into Dylan’s chest. Her lips brushed against his.</p><p>“Do you want to kiss me, Dylan?” she whispered.</p><p>He nodded. Mrs. Jameson pressed her lips against his. Dylan pushed his tongue into her mouth and flicked it back and forth.</p><p>“A little less tongue, Dylan,” she admonished him. “And a little slower. A kiss is meant to be sensual.”</p><p>She kissed him again. Dylan followed her advice. It felt better. So much better.</p><p>“Can you taste my husband’s cum?” she asked before kissing him again.</p><p>Dylan wondered if that’s why she tasted different than the other girls he’d kissed. It must have been. For some reason he didn’t find the idea horrifying.</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan answered when Mrs. Jameson pulled away.</p><p>“That doesn’t seem to bother you,” she said. “Do you like the taste of my husband’s cum?”</p><p>“I don’t know,” Dylan said. His heart was pounding. His cock was so hard it hurt.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson released his cock from her grasp, stepped back, and said, “Get on your knees, Dylan.”</p><p>He fell to his knees.</p><p>“Crawl to me,” she demanded.</p><p>He crawled to her and looked up. Her breasts looked utterly perfect in the beautiful sundress. Mrs. Jameson lifted the hem of the dress and revealed her shaved pussy for the second time that day. She smiled down at him.</p><p>“Do you want to taste me, Dylan? Do you want to eat my pussy from your knees like a good boy?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan nodded vigorously. It was all he wanted in that moment, and he wanted it desperately.</p><p>“You know my husband’s cock was just inside me, right? You know you’re going to taste him in my pussy, right?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan admitted.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson pushed three fingers into her soaking wet pussy. They glistened with her juices when she pulled them out.</p><p>“Open your mouth, Dylan,” she said.</p><p>Dylan opened his mouth and she filled it. He closed his lips around the slippery fingers and sucked the juices off.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson laughed as she pushed her fingers in and out of his mouth. It wasn’t lost on Dylan that she was basically fucking his face. He didn’t want it to stop, though.</p><p>“Come here,” Mrs. Jameson said as she pulled her fingers from his mouth and grabbed the back of Dylan’s head. She pulled him between her legs and just like that he was eating her pussy for the second time that day.</p><p>The room filled with the moans of the beautiful blonde milf next door. Dylan’s cock throbbed and dripped precum in his shorts. He lost himself completely in the utter joy of being able to lick a beautiful woman’s pussy for the second time that day.</p><p>“Taste him, Dylan. Taste my husband’s big cock inside me. Taste his precum. Taste his sweat. Taste his fucking juices like a good little bitch,” Mrs. Jameson said.</p><p>Dylan loved the aggression in her voice. He loved that she seemed to have complete control. He loved the notion of having no idea what she was going to do next.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled back. Dylan’s head left the warm, perfect space between her legs. He looked up at the blonde milf and she laughed.</p><p>“You’re covered in my pussy juices,” she said.</p><p>Dylan felt the wetness on his face. He liked it. He felt a sense of pride.</p><p>“Do you want to cum, Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson asked.</p><p>He nodded as she maintained her grip on his hair.</p><p>“Are you willing to earn your orgasm?” she asked.</p><p>“I’ll do anything,” Dylan replied. He’d never felt so aroused. He wasn’t sure what she was going to ask him to do, but he meant what he said.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson spun around and pulled Dylan’s head to her ass before he could even register what was happening.</p><p>“Eat my ass,” she said.</p><p>Dylan had watched rimjob videos. He’d fantasized about giving a rimjob. He couldn’t believe he was getting to do it with such a beautiful woman.</p><p>He licked Mrs. Jameson’s ass eagerly. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it. He reveled in his ability to make her moan.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson reached between her legs and played with her pussy as Dylan rimmed her. She pushed two fingers inside and used a third to pleasure her clit. She moaned as the young man worked her asshole with his tongue.</p><p>“Put your tongue in my ass, Dylan,” she said.</p><p>Without thinking, Dylan formed a point with his tongue and pressed against her asshole. He slipped inside her and was greeted with an acrid taste. He was tasting her asshole. He moaned. For some reason it felt arousing despite the unpleasant taste.</p><p>“That’s a good boy,” Mrs. Jameson said between loud, sensual moans. Her grip on his hair tightened. He heard the sounds of wetness as she played with her pussy.</p><p>“Eat it, Dylan. Eat my ass. Taste it. Taste that nasty little hole. Get your tongue deep in there,” she demanded.</p><p>Dylan felt her ass cheeks tremble around his face. He heard Mrs. Jameson moan louder and faster. She caught her breath for a moment and then unleashed a guttural scream. She was cumming.</p><p>Afterwards, Mrs. Jameson pushed Dylan away from her ass and turned around once more.</p><p>“Would you like to cum on my tits, Dylan?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan nodded vigorously as he imagined his cum spraying on the big tits he’d seen, touched, and licked earlier in the day. It sounded like the perfect way to orgasm.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. “I’ll bet you would. I’ll let you cum on my tits, Dylan, but you need to agree to do something for me.”</p><p>“Anything,” he said.</p><p>“You need to clean up your mess,” Mrs. Jameson said.</p><p>Dylan gave her a confused look as Mrs. Jameson pulled the sundress over her head. She was naked and she looked perfect.</p><p>She dropped to her knees and played with her breasts in front of Dylan. She pulled on her nipples and moaned.</p><p>“If you’re going to make a mess on my tits, you need to clean it up,” Mrs. Jameson said, clearing up any confusion Dylan might have felt.</p><p>“Go ahead, Dylan,” she continued. “Stand up, stroke your cock, and cum all over my tits.”</p><p>Dylan was too turned on to resist, despite knowing what would happen after he climaxed. He stood up, pulled out his cock, and stroked.</p><p>“Oh, you’re not quite as big as my husband, are you Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson said as she continued to play with her tits. “You might have some trouble satisfying women with a dick like that, Dylan.”</p><p>They weren’t the words he wanted to hear, and yet Dylan felt a surge of arousal. He looked down at the perfect tits in front of him and unleashed his pent up load. Shot after shot of cum landed on Mrs. Jameson’s flawless flesh.</p><p>When he was finished, she wrapped her fingers around Dylan’s balls and pulled down. The pain brought him to his knees.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson ran two fingers through the cum on her tits and said, “Open up.”</p><p>Dylan reluctantly opened his mouth and Mrs. Jameson put her fingers on his tongue. “Now taste your cum.”</p><p>He closed his lips and sucked her fingers clean. It was incredibly salty, but not nearly as bad as he’d feared it would be.</p><p>“Now clean up your mess,” Mrs. Jameson said as she looked down at her cum-covered breasts.</p><p>Dylan leaned forward and began to lick up his cum. The taste was far worse in a higher volume. He didn’t stop, though. There was something driving him to do as the beautiful blonde milf wanted.</p><p>“Good boy,” Mrs. Jameson said.</p><p>The comment thrilled Dylan in a way he didn’t understand. He licked more of his cum from her breasts. He licked up every drop.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson stood up and Dylan moved to follow her. “No. Stay on your knees.” Dylan did as he was told.</p><p>He watched the blonde milf put her sundress back on and fix her hair. She reached out and ran her fingers over his lips before leaning down.</p><p>“I’ve decided we’re going to have fun this summer, Dylan,” she said. “Would you like that?”</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>“You’re very good at doing what you’re told. I like that in a boy. As long as you stay good at that, we’ll have lots of fun together, I promise. Will you do that for me? Will you do as you’re told?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, Mrs. Jameson,” Dylan replied.</p><p>“Good. Then your first task is to refrain from cumming until I give you permission. Can you do that for me?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes. I can. I promise,” he said.</p><p>“Good. Until next time.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson left and Dylan stayed on his knees as he assessed what he’d just done. He pushed all the worrisome feelings down and concentrated only on the intense pleasure of his orgasm and the sense that absolutely anything could happen if his beautiful neighbor was involved.</p><p>Dylan decided he was going to do exactly as he was told. </p>