<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="54106568" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Dylan, when was the last time you had an orgasm?” Mrs. Jameson asked as she looked at Dylan’s throbbing cock.</p><p>He was standing at the foot of one of the lounge chairs in her backyard. His swimsuit was on the ground next to him and both Mr. and Mrs. Jameson were on their lounge chairs in front of Dylan.</p><p>“It’s been five days, Mrs. Jameson,” he said.</p><p>“Wow,” Mr. Jameson said. “Five days. Man, when I was 18, five days would have been impossible. I’m not sure I went more than five hours without an orgasm back then.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson sat up and scooted to the edge of the lounge chair. She reached out and ran her fingers along the underside of Dylan’s cock. His body twitched as her touch offered a surprisingly intense kind of pleasure.</p><p>“Is he right, Dylan? Has it been hard for you to resist cumming for the past five days?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan nodded as a little drop of precum appeared at the tip of his cock. Mrs. Jameson leaned forward and extended her tongue. She licked the underside of his cockhead and took the precum on her tongue. Dylan moaned loud enough that his parents would have heard if they were in the backyard next door.</p><p>“It looks like he enjoyed your tongue, honey,” Mr. Jameson said.</p><p>“I hope he did, because my tongue is all he’s going to get,” she said while reaching up and wrapping her fingers around Dylan’s testicles. She pulled down hard enough for his knees to buckle as pain shot through his pelvis. “Isn’t that right, Dylan? Your little dick doesn’t deserve more than a lick from a woman like me, does it?”</p><p>“No, Mrs. Jameson,” he said. “It doesn’t.”</p><p>“Get on your knees, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said.</p><p>Dylan fell to his knees in front of the beautiful blonde milf and she pulled her bikini bottoms aside. He stared at her beautiful shaved pussy and felt an overpowering urge to kiss and lick it.</p><p>“You want to taste my pussy, don’t you Dylan?” she asked.</p><p>“I do, Mrs. Jameson,” he said as his gaze met hers. “I want to taste your pussy more than anything in the world.”</p><p>“Do you know what my pussy craves, Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson asked.</p><p>He shook his head.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson reached over and stroked the bulge in her husband’s swimsuit. “This, Dylan. My pussy craves a real man’s cock. It enjoys your tongue, too, but what my pussy wants more than anything is my husband’s big cock stretching it. It wants his big cock fucking it and filling it and making it cum.”</p><p>Dylan was so close to what he craved, and yet he couldn’t have it. His cock throbbed between his legs and he felt an odd, largely pleasing kind of tingling throughout his pelvis. Five days was an impossibly long time without an orgasm, as it turned out.</p><p>“Do you think I should let him taste my pussy, honey?” Mrs. Jameson asked her husband.</p><p>“I do, but I’m not sure he deserves to lick your pussy. Why don’t you let him lick your juices off your fingers,” Mr. Jameson suggested.</p><p>His beautiful blonde wife smiled, released her husband’s bulge, and sat up in front of Dylan. She reached between her legs, opened her pussy lips, and slid two fingers deep inside.</p><p>Dylan watched from less than a foot away as the woman he lusted after masturbated in front of him. He saw the glistening pink flesh of her pussy and felt his balls tighten as his cock ached with desire. He heard the wetness, too, which only made it more arousing.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson pulled her fingers from her pussy and said, “Open up, Dylan.” He opened his mouth and she gently placed her fingers on his tongue. “Taste me.”</p><p>Dylan closed his lips around her slippery, warm fingers and sucked the pussy juices off of them. He tasted her just like she wanted.</p><p>“There you go,” Mr. Jameson said. “That seems like a good compromise for our little-dicked neighbor.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson laughed and pulled her fingers from Dylan’s mouth. She plunged them into her pussy again and fucked deeper and faster. He watched and listened and when they emerged from her cunt they were slick with her juices and just a hint of the kind of white cream that a vagina sometimes produces.</p><p>“Clean them,” Mrs. Jameson said as she put her fingers in Dylan’s mouth once more. “Suck my pussy off of them, Dylan. Taste me. Enjoy my cunt like a good boy.”</p><p>This time she slowly moved her fingers in and out of his mouth. She tickled the back of his throat once and he gagged, but Mrs. Jameson didn’t stop.</p><p>“Mmmm, I like that,” she said. “I like watching my fingers slide in and out of your pretty little mouth.”</p><p>“He looks good like that,” Mr. Jameson added. “He looks like he’d do just about anything for you, honey.”</p><p>“Is that true, Dylan? Would you do anything for me? Would you do anything to taste my pussy?” Mrs. Jameson asked.</p><p>Dylan nodded as her fingers continued to move in and out of his mouth.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson pulled her fingers from his mouth and, in an impressive feat of flexibility, managed to bend her leg in just the right way to slide her big toe into her pussy. She pulled it out and offered it to Dylan.</p><p>“Suck it clean,” she said.</p><p>Dylan wrapped his lips around the big toe and did as he was told. He tasted a mixture of chlorine, grass, and pussy and found the act of her toe moving in and out of his mouth just as arousing as what he was tasting, if not more so.</p><p>“He really will do anything to taste your pussy, honey, especially if you’re not willing to let him near it with that eager tongue of his,” Mr. Jameson noted.</p><p>Dylan looked over to see that the older man had pulled off his swimsuit and was stroking his big cock. Mrs. Jameson noticed too.</p><p>“Is that for me?” she asked.</p><p>“It certainly is,” Mr. Jameson replied. “Do you think Dylan would like to watch as you take me into the pussy he craves so much?”</p><p>“Would you like that, Dylan? Would you like to get nice and close as I stretch my pussy around my husband’s big cock and take it for a ride? Would you like us to put on a show for you?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, I’d like that very much,” Dylan answered.</p><p>“Good boy,” Mrs. Jameson said as she stood up and straddled her husband. “Come here,” she said while pointing to the ground in front of the lounge chair Mr. Jameson sat on.</p><p>Dylan crawled in front of the chair and watched as Mrs. Jameson lowered her pussy onto her husband’s thick, throbbing cock. He saw the plump, mushroom-shaped head spread her slippery, plump lips and push inside her. He saw Mrs. Jameson slowly take every inch in reverse cowgirl.</p><p>“How does it look, Dylan?” she asked. “Does my pussy look pretty when it’s full of my husband’s big cock?”</p><p>“It does,” Dylan said. “It looks perfect.”</p><p>“Come closer, Dylan,” she said.</p><p>Dylan crawled closer and rested his chin on the lounge chair. He was less than a foot away from Mrs. Jameson’s pussy and her husband’s big testicles. He could feel the warmth emanating from Mr. Jameson’s thighs.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson began to ride her husband’s cock in earnest. She lifted her pussy off his thick erection and dropped onto it over and over, stretching her tight shaved hole and eliciting moans of joy from the man buried inside her.</p><p>Dylan couldn’t tear his eyes away from the show happening in front of him. It was light years better than any porn he’d ever watched. The sounds of slippery sex were perfect and every once in a while he felt a little drop of moisture from Mrs. Jameson’s pussy hit his face. He could even smell the sex, which seemed like a mixture of Mr. Jameson’s balls and the scent generated by two sets of genitals meeting over and over.</p><p>Mr. Jameson’s hands moved to his wife’s waist and he helped her ride him harder and faster. He lifted her off his big dick and pulled her down again and again. She leaned back and closed her eyes as her moans drifted towards the afternoon sun.</p><p>“Oh!” Mrs. Jameson cried out as her husband’s cock slipped out of her pussy. She dropped her ass onto his stomach and his cock rested against her pussy.</p><p>Dylan stared at the slick cock less than a foot from his face. It was coated with Mrs. Jameson’s juices and more of that white cream that her pussy seemed to produce when she was immensely aroused.</p><p>“It looks beautiful, doesn’t it Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson asked.</p><p>Dylan snapped out of his revelry and looked up at the beautiful blonde milf.</p><p>“His cock,” she added. “It looks beautiful covered in my juices, doesn’t it?”</p><p>Dylan looked at Mr. Jameson’s cock once more. He took a few moments to study it. It did look an awful lot like the cocks in the porn videos Dylan watched. It was big. The head was exceptionally plump and there were prominent veins running down the shaft. Dylan wasn’t sure it looked beautiful, but he nodded at Mrs. Jameson anyway.</p><p>“It would taste like my pussy, Dylan,” she said. “If you took it in your mouth, I mean. It would taste just like my pussy. It would be just like sucking on my fingers, only a lot bigger. Do you want to do that, Dylan? Do you want to taste my pussy on my husband’s cock?”</p><p>Dylan shook his head. “No, thank you,” he said.</p><p>“Are you sure, Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson asked. “It’s fun to suck his cock after he’s been inside me. I love doing it.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson climbed off her husband and got on her knees by the side of the lounge chair. She kissed and licked the head of Mr. Jameson’s cock and then wrapped her lips around it and swallowed as much of him as she could manage.</p><p>“Mmmm, my pussy tastes good,” she said after pulling her mouth off the big cock.</p><p>Dylan stared, but he didn’t say anything. His cock was still stiff between his legs. He could feel precum dripping out of it. His loins still felt alive with desire. He was thoroughly aroused.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson swallowed her husband’s dick once more and then moved towards Dylan. She pulled his mouth towards hers and before he could do anything they were kissing. Her tongue moved into his mouth. He tasted the juices. He likely tasted her husband’s cock.</p><p>“It tastes good, doesn’t it?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan wasn’t sure if she was asking about her pussy or Mr. Jameson’s cock, but he nodded. He enjoyed the taste of the kiss. That was all that mattered.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson stroked her husband’s cock and kissed Dylan again. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the way her tongue danced in his mouth and the way she moaned.</p><p>The moment she pulled away, Mrs. Jameson pushed her fingers into Dylan’s mouth. He sucked on the fingers that had been wrapped around her husband’s cock.</p><p>“Can you taste me, Dylan?” she asked.</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>“Can you taste him? Can you taste my husband’s cock on my fingers?” she asked.</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>“I like that, Dylan,” she said. “It turns me on. I makes me wet.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson gave him another kiss and then stood up and straddled her husband once more. His cock filled her pussy with ease and she sounded even wetter as they fucked once more. Dylan loved the notion that he’d turned her on, that his willingness to do what she wanted made her wetter.</p><p>He found himself overcome with a powerful kind of lust as he watched them fuck. He wanted desperately to reach between his legs and play with his cock. He wanted to jerk off and cum. He wanted to let his load loose on the ground. He knew it wouldn’t take more than a few seconds.</p><p>Again Mr. Jameson’s cock slipped out of his wife’s pussy. Again she sat on his stomach. Again she looked down. There was even more of her cream on his long, thick erection.</p><p>“It’s beautiful, isn’t it Dylan?” she asked again.</p><p>“It is,” he said while staring at the glistening, cream-covered shaft. “It’s beautiful.”</p><p>“Do you want to take it your mouth, Dylan? Do you want to taste my pussy on my husband’s cock? Do you want to lick my cream off of him?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan’s heart pounded and his cock throbbed as he looked up at Mrs. Jameson and then back at her husband’s cock.</p><p>“Yes,” he said after a few moments.</p><p>“Go ahead, Dylan. Take him in your mouth. Taste me on his cock. Suck my juices off of him. Clean my cream off of him,” she said.</p><p>Dylan crawled forward and parted his lips. He wrapped them around the head of Mr. Jameson’s big cock. He moved his tongue over it. He licked up Mrs. Jameson’s juices. He took as much of the dick in his mouth as he could, though it wasn’t even a third of the long shaft.</p><p>“That’s it, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said as she played with her pussy. “Suck my husband’s cock. Be a good boy and suck my juices off of him.”</p><p>The lust in her voice propelled Dylan. He thought of the blowjobs he’d seen in porn videos. He closed his eyes and tried to take more of Mr. Jameson’s cock.</p><p>“Fuck, he’s not bad,” Mr. Jameson said.</p><p>“Mmmm, you’re doing so good, Dylan. Even my husband thinks so,” Mrs. Jameson said.</p><p>Dylan took the cock deep enough that he gagged hard. He had to pull his mouth off. Mrs. Jameson gently tilted his head upwards so he was looking in her eyes.</p><p>“That was incredible, Dylan,” she said. “It was so beautiful watching you suck my husband’s cock. It made me so wet.”</p><p>Dylan smiled as he watched the beautiful blonde milf sit on her husband’s cock once more.</p><p>“Lick my clit, Dylan,” she said. “Help me cum. Help give me an incredible orgasm.”</p><p>Dylan did as he was told. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit as she rode her husband. He ended up licking Mr. Jameson’s shaft several times, but at that point it didn’t matter. He’d already had the cock in his mouth. Now he just wanted to make Mrs. Jameson feel good.</p><p>It didn’t take long. Soon she was moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear and her thighs were trembling. Mr. Jameson groaned too. It seemed that the couple was going to cum together.</p><p>“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Mr. Jameson cried out.</p><p>Dylan kept his tongue right where it was supposed to be and Mrs. Jameson soon joined her husband in climaxing. She pushed Dylan’s head away from her pussy and he watched as both husband and wife had an orgasm. He saw some of Mr. Jameson’s cum leak out of his wife’s pussy and down his shaft. He saw clear juices leak out too.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson lifted her pussy off her husband’s cock and a stream of thick cum dripped out of her. It landed on Mr. Jameson’s still-erect dick and his stomach. It made a splendid mess.</p><p>“That’s beautiful too, isn’t it Dylan?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan looked up at her and nodded, but he couldn’t quite stomach the idea of sucking Mr. Jameson’s cock clean of his cum.</p><p>“Don’t worry, you don’t have to lick that up. Not yet, at least,” Mrs. Jameson said.</p><p>Dylan breathed a sigh of relief as the beautiful blonde milf stood up and moved behind him. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her fingers around his cock.</p><p>“Oh, fuck,” he said as a swift, skilled handjob delivered by the beautiful milf sent him to a place of pure pleasure. “Mrs. Jameson, that’s incredible.”</p><p>He closed his eyes and everything but the pleasure between his legs disappeared. He felt her free hand move to his lower back and rub in soft, gentle circles. Her fingers then moved down his ass crack and rubbed gently over his asshole.</p><p>Dylan’s world went silent for a moment before pleasure exploded in his pelvis and his cum sprayed onto the ground in front of him.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson continued playing with his asshole and slowly stroking his cock, effectively milking every last drop of cum from his balls.</p><p>When he was finished Mrs. Jameson released his cock and stood up as Dylan collapsed onto the lounge chair and tried to regain control of his body.</p><p>“Thank you,” he said after the intense pleasure of his climax had passed.</p><p>“You’re welcome, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said as she cuddled up with her husband. “You can leave now. No masturbating until I get in touch again, okay?”</p><p>“Yes, Mrs. Jameson. Of course. Thank you again,” Dylan said as he put his swimsuit on and headed towards the front yard. </p><p>He was still a little dazed and the fact that he’d given a blowjob had only started to set in, but Dylan was thrilled. He’d just had the best orgasm of his life. He was definitely going back when Mrs. Jameson got in touch again.</p>