<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy?filters[tag]=serving%20milf%20next%20door">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="51473115" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Dylan wiped the sweat from his brow, took a deep breath, and got back to pushing the lawnmower up the gradual hill. He surveyed the grass that he still had to cut and a small part of him wondered why he’d agreed to the job in the first place.</p><p>That part of him was quickly shouted down by Dylan’s raging hormones. He’d agreed to mow Mrs. Jameson’s lawn because he knew there was almost certainly going to be a naughty delight of some kind coming his way when he was finished. After all, she’d asked him to do it while dressed in a splendidly skimpy bikini.</p><p>Dylan had accepted without thinking. He’d tried his best not to stare at Mrs. Jameson’s wondrous breasts while they talked, a task at which he’d failed almost instantly. It didn’t seem to bother her, though. The way she traced her fingers through her cleavage almost made it seem like she was hoping he’d stare at her breasts.</p><p>He hadn’t realized Mrs. Jameson intended for him to use a push mower. He figured it would be as simple as riding a mower, or the kind that powered itself. Instead, Dylan was soaked in sweat as the midday sun beat down on him from high in the sky.</p><p>It was all worth it though. He would have done so much more if it meant another chance to experience the sexual bliss that Mrs. Jameson offered. He hoped that she might actually let him fuck her, though he knew it was a long shot. Nothing they’d done so far had indicated Mrs. Jameson had any intentions of letting Dylan inside her. She seemed quite happy with her husband, in fact. She did like to play, though, and Dylan was up for whatever naughty delights she wanted to indulge in with him.</p><p>After emptying the final bag of grass Dylan pushed the lawnmower into the garage and put his hands on his hips. He was covered in sweat and grass clippings and an unpleasant odor wafted off of him.</p><p>Dylan made his way to the backyard to collect whatever payment Mrs. Jameson had in mind. He paused to enjoy the view of the beautiful older woman relaxing on a lounge chair in yet another skimpy, sexy bikini.</p><p>“All done?” Mrs. Jameson asked as her eyes remained closed.</p><p>“Uhh, yes, yes I’m done,” Dylan stammered. He thought he’d been admiring Mrs. Jameson without her knowledge. He was wrong, just as he’d been wrong when he thought he was watching her from his bedroom window without her knowledge.</p><p>“I imagine you’re quite sweaty,” she said. “Why don’t you take a dip in the pool? Then we can figure out how to compensate you for your hard work.”</p><p>Dylan didn’t want money in exchange for mowing the lawn. He wanted more of what Mrs. Jameson had offered in recent weeks. He wanted more of her kinky brand of fun.</p><p>“I didn’t bring my swimsuit,” Dylan said.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson sat up and smiled. Dylan’s eyes moved to her breasts. They were so perfect, he couldn’t look away.</p><p>“Why would you need a swimsuit, Dylan? I’ve already seen you naked. I know exactly what you have to offer. Don’t worry. I’m not going to be tempted into taking your young, erect flesh into my pussy. I think we both know that your cock pales in comparison to my husband’s.” Mrs. Jameson looked him up and down and laughed quietly before saying, “Your body isn’t exactly going to win any contests either, is it?”</p><p>Dylan felt the embarrassment that Mrs. Jameson likely intended to convey. For reasons he still didn’t understand, his cock had grown in his shorts.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson’s eyes darted between his legs and she laughed again. “Are you getting hard, Dylan? Do you like that I find my husband’s cock more attractive than yours? Do you like that I’d much rather have his long, thick cock in my pussy than your disappointing dick?”</p><p>Dylan pulled off his sweaty t-shirt and nodded at Mrs. Jameson. He stood stone still as she got up and sauntered across the grass towards him.</p><p>“That doesn’t mean your dick is useless, of course,” Mrs. Jameson said as she unbuttoned Dylan’s shorts and watched them fall to the ground.</p><p>She grasped his cock through his sweaty underwear and stroked him as her lips approached his.</p><p>“It just means that it’s useless for giving me pleasure. Why would I ever let you fuck me when I can have my husband’s beautiful cock anytime I want it? Why would I let your disappointing dick into my perfect pussy?” she asked.</p><p>“You wouldn’t,” Dylan said as his cock grew to a fully erect state in the skilled hands of the beautiful blonde milf.</p><p>“No, I wouldn’t, Dylan. Now get in the pool and wash all that disgusting sweat and grass off your body. Do some laps, too. You could use the exercise,” she said.</p><p>Dylan pulled down his underwear and stepped into the pool. The water was refreshingly cool as it enveloped his body. He dipped his head under and kicked towards the opposite end. He surfaced, grabbed the concrete edge of the pool, and turned around to see Mrs. Jameson untying her bikini top and tossing it aside.</p><p>Dylan swam towards the blonde goddess that had just exposed her perfect breasts. His gaze returned to Mrs. Jameson’s breasts every time he surfaced during a particularly vigorous freestyle stroke.</p><p>“You love my tits, don’t you Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson asked.</p><p>Love didn’t seem like a strong enough word to describe his feelings about the breasts of the milf next door. They were big, round, and utterly perfect. They were unquestionably the sexiest breasts he’d ever been permitted to touch and were quite possibly the sexiest breasts he’d ever seen, pornstars included.</p><p>“I do,” Dylan said as he looked up at her from the cool confines of the pool.</p><p>“Swim another lap,” she demanded.</p><p>Dylan did as he was told, and as he returned from the opposite end of the pool he saw Mrs. Jameson pull down her bikini bottoms. Her pussy was shaved bare and it looked astoundingly sexy.</p><p>“How does it feel to know you’ll never get to fuck my pussy, Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson asked as he finished his lap. “How does it feel to know that you’ll never be worthy of my cunt?”</p><p>Dylan felt the familiar tingle of desire between his legs. His cock had softened during his swim but it quickly came back to life.</p><p>“I like it,” he said. It was the simplest answer in that it was entirely true. He liked the way Mrs. Jameson made him feel, even if he didn’t understand it.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson smiled as she gingerly stepped into the pool and began a slow descent of the stairs. She stopped one step in front of Dylan. He stared straight ahead at her breasts.</p><p>“You may kiss my breasts, Dylan,” she said.</p><p>Dylan leaned forward and kissed the milf’s beautiful breasts. He took her nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue back and forth over it.</p><p>Pain burst forth from Dylan’s head. Mrs. Jameson had grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled back sharply.</p><p>“Did I give you permission to suck on my nipple, Dylan?” she asked.</p><p>“No, ma’am,” he said.</p><p>“No, I didn’t. So why did you suck my nipple?”</p><p>Again Dylan decided that the simplest answer was the best. “Because I wanted to. I’m sorry. I should have listened.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson stepped back with her fingers still entwined in Dylan’s hair. She guided him out of the pool and directed him to bend over the lounge chair. Dylan did as he was told.</p><p>“I suppose I can’t blame you,” she said while Dylan remained bent over. “Boys your age are driven by their cocks in a way that can be utterly exhausting, especially if that behavior is not corrected.”</p><p>Dylan looked back at Mrs. Jameson. He saw the naked milf raise her hand towards the sky, but it wasn’t until she brought it down on his ass that Dylan understood what she meant by “corrected.”</p><p>Dylan cried out as the sound of Mrs. Jameson’s hand striking his ass filled the air. She struck three more times, each in quick succession. He was spanked twice on each ass cheek and by the time the fourth blow landed his legs gave out and he collapsed onto the lounge chair and curled up into the fetal position.</p><p>It was not a spanking of the kinky variety. It was not meant as foreplay. It was exquisitely painful. The agony emanated from his ass and spread down his legs and up his back. It left him on the verge of tears.</p><p>Then Mrs. Jameson joined Dylan on the lounge chair. She cradled his head in her hands and brought it to her breasts. He nestled his cheek against her warm flesh and she ran her fingers through his wet hair.</p><p>“I can make you feel better than you’ve ever felt, Dylan, but you need to be a good boy for me. You need to do as you’re told and nothing more. Do you understand that?” Mrs. Jameson asked as she wrapped her body around Dylan’s.</p><p>He felt an unexpected, warm sense of comfort in her grasp. “Yes, I understand,” Dylan replied.</p><p>“Good boy,” she replied. “You can suck on my nipples now, Dylan.”</p><p>Dylan’s lips found their way to Mrs. Jameson’s nipple and he took it in his mouth. He licked and sucked. He flicked his tongue back and forth over the erect flesh and he listened to the beautiful milf moan as she moved her fingers through his hair, over his neck, and down his back. Her reach extended far enough to grasp his ass and give it a good squeeze. It felt so much better than the spanking.</p><p>“Take the other one in your mouth,” she whispered.</p><p>Dylan moved to Mrs. Jameson’s other nipple. He offered it the same form of worship. He licked and sucked. He made her moan. His cock throbbed between his legs. He felt precum dripping from the tip.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson extracted her nipple from his mouth and lifted Dylan’s head until he was looking into her beautiful eyes.</p><p>“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Dylan?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan nodded. “I will. I promise.”</p><p>“I don’t want to have to spank you again, Dylan, but I will. I will do whatever it takes to teach you to be a good boy. Do you understand that?”</p><p>“I do, Mrs. Jameson. I understand. I promise, I’ll be a good boy for you,” he replied.</p><p>Dylan stared into her eyes and felt an intense, mind-bending kind of arousal rush through his body. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. It was light years better than any kind of arousal he’d enjoyed while masturbating or fantasizing. He wanted more of it. He needed more of it.</p><p>“Worship my pussy, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said as she gently pressed on the top of his head. “Make me cum.”</p><p>Dylan moved between Mrs. Jameson’s legs and worshiped her pussy as ordered. He moved his tongue back and forth over her clit and found it thrilling when she grabbed his head with both hands and moaned.</p><p>“Good boy,” she said in a voice filled with lust. “You’re being a very good boy, Dylan. Make me cum. Make me cum like a good boy.”</p><p>Dylan slipped two fingers into Mrs. Jameson’s pussy and was delighted to find her soaking wet. He didn’t have much experience with women, but he knew that wetness was a surefire sign of arousal. He liked that playing with him clearly brought Mrs. Jameson pleasure. He liked that it meant he’d probably get to keep playing with her as the summer wore on.</p><p>“Make me cum like a good boy,” she said as her grip on his hair tightened.</p><p>A loud groan followed as Mrs. Jameson rubbed her pussy over his face. Her thighs trembled and juices flowed from her cunt.</p><p>A look of utter joy came over Mrs. Jameson’s face as she gently pushed Dylan from between her legs. He smiled as a sense of pride washed over him. He’d made the beautiful milf cum. It felt spectacularly good to have done so.</p><p>“That was very good, Dylan. You’re getting better with your tongue. That quality will serve you quite well as you get older, I promise,” she said.</p><p>“Thank you, Mrs. Jameson,” he said.</p><p>She smiled at him and sat up. She caressed his face and pulled his lips to hers for a soft kiss.</p><p>“It’s time for you to leave, Dylan,” she said. “My husband is working a half day today and he’ll be home soon. I shouldn’t have an 18 year old boy between my legs when he gets home, should I?”</p><p>“No, ma’am,” Dylan replied.</p><p>“No masturbating, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said. “I know it’s going to be hard to resist, but I need you to be a good boy and keep your hands off your cock. Can you do that for me?”</p><p>“Yes, ma’am,” Dylan said.</p><p>“Good. Now go.”</p><p>Dylan pulled his sweaty clothes back on and hopped the fence into his yard. His cock was still hard and he didn’t want to risk going out front and having one of the neighbors see.</p><p>As he walked into the house and hopped in the shower, Dylan resolved to refrain from masturbating. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to resist, but he was quite certain that Mrs. Jameson would somehow know he’d jerked off and would punish him for it the next time they saw each other. His ass was still sore and Dylan wanted to avoid a punishment at all costs. He was going to be a good boy.</p>