<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=serving%20milf%20next%20door">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="56545346" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“When you’re finished with the lawn, I’d like you to clean the pool,” Mrs. Jameson said as Dylan gassed up the lawnmower.</p><p>“Of course,” he replied.</p><p>He hadn’t gotten started yet and already Dylan was soaked in sweat thanks to the exceptionally high humidity that had made an otherwise lovely Saturday afternoon rather unpleasant.</p><p>“If you do a good job I might give you a treat,” Mrs. Jameson added as she leaned closer and grasped Dylan’s cock through his shorts. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and offered a low, sensual moan, which was all it took to give Dylan an erection.</p><p>“I’ll do a good job, Mrs. Jameson. I promise,” he said.</p><p>She patted Dylan on the ass and left him alone in the garage. He screwed the cap back onto the mower’s gas tank, wheeled it onto the driveway, and started it up. Soon the loud whir of the motor was all he could hear.</p><p>Dylan was soaked in sweat by the time he finished the front yard. A quick soak in the pool would have done wonders, but he knew he had to finish the entire lawn and clean the pool before he could experience the bliss of washing the sweat and heat off of his body.</p><p>As he pushed the lawnmower into the backyard Dylan was thrilled to see Mrs. Jameson lounging in the sun. She was wearing a skimpy yellow bikini that barely covered half of the flesh of her spectacular big breasts and left most of the smooth, soft area around her pussy exposed. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she soaked up the sun.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson sat up and waved at Dylan. He waved back and watched as she moved her hands through the sweat on her taut stomach and up to her breasts. She pulled her bikini aside and rolled her nipples between her fingers, opening her mouth to moan, though Dylan couldn’t hear anything over the roar of the mower.</p><p>Watching the breathtaking beauty play with herself was enough to give Dylan an erection that stayed with him as he mowed the backyard. Mrs. Jameson continued to play as Dylan made his way through the long green grass, filling the mower’s bag with trimmings.</p><p>When it was time to empty the bag, Dylan turned the motor off and glanced at Mrs. Jameson before detaching the bag and walking towards the bin that held yard waste.</p><p>“You’re being such a good boy, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said. “I like watching you mow my lawn for the chance at a lovely little reward.”</p><p>“Thank you, Mrs. Jameson,” he said.</p><p>“I like seeing how hard your little dick gets for me, too,” she added. “I like that you can’t help but stare at me when I play with my breasts and finger my pussy.”</p><p>Dylan had nearly run the lawnmower into a fence as he’d watched Mrs. Jameson masturbate. She was irresistibly beautiful and seeing her play with her pussy was far hotter than any porn he’d watched.</p><p>“You’d love to eat my sweaty pussy, wouldn’t you Dylan?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, I would,” he said.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson pulled aside her bikini bottoms and showed Dylan her beautiful shaved pussy. “It’s too bad you have to keep working, isn’t it?” she said. “Otherwise you could be between my legs licking my slick, sweaty cunt and making me feel good.”</p><p>Dylan was painfully erect as he watched Mrs. Jameson play with her cunt. He could have stared all day, but he decided to get back to work instead.</p><p>“Good boy,” Mrs. Jameson said as she watched Dylan put the bag back on the mower.</p><p>After another fifteen minutes of mowing, Dylan was done with the lawn. He put the mower back in the garage and returned to the backyard to clean the pool. He picked up the skimmer and began moving it through the water to fish out the leaves and bugs that had gathered on the otherwise undisturbed surface of the pool.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson stood and walked towards Dylan as she reached up and untied her bikini top. She let it fall to the ground before moving behind the young man and pressing her big tits into his back.</p><p>“Keep working,” she whispered as she unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them down along with his underwear, freeing Dylan’s erect cock. “Be a good boy and clean my pool.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson wrapped her fingers around Dylan’s sweaty dick and stroked him as he tried his best to continue cleaning the pool.</p><p>“Your little dick is so hard,” she said. “Is that because you like watching me masturbate, Dylan?”</p><p>“Yes,” he answered.</p><p>“Is it because you want to fuck me?” Mrs. Jameson asked as she stroked him a little faster. “Do you still fantasize about sliding your little dick into my pussy?”</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan answered.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson laughed softly as she squeezed his balls hard enough to make Dylan groan in pain.</p><p>“You’re so cute,” she said. “I guess that’s what happens when you’re 18 years old. You cling to your delusions because they feel so good. Maybe I’m never going to cure you of the notion that you could actually pleasure someone with this dicklet of yours.”</p><p>As had happened so often since he started playing with Mrs. Jameson, Dylan couldn’t help but find pleasure in her humiliation of his cock.</p><p>Her fingers wrapped around his erection once more and she stroked him softly while whispering, “And you will never, ever fuck me, Dylan. Your cock doesn’t belong inside me. It doesn’t belong inside any woman. I think we both know that you’re better suited to giving pleasure with your mouth. You haven’t forgotten that you’re a cocksucker now, have you?”</p><p>Dylan hadn’t forgotten. He’d thought about it constantly, and despite his desire not to be aroused by the notion of sucking cock, Dylan had spent the past week in a state of near-constant lust as he thought of the last time he’d played with Mrs. Jameson and her husband.</p><p>“No, I haven’t,” he said.</p><p>“You like being a cocksucker for me, don’t you Dylan?” she asked as her fingers played with the head of his cock.</p><p>Dylan didn’t want to give the truthful answer. He wanted to run away from it. He wanted to deny it. He couldn’t, though.</p><p>“Yes, I do,” he replied.</p><p>“I know you do,” Mrs. Jameson whispered. “I knew you’d be an eager cocksucker for me the first time I invited you over. I knew you were a good little submissive and that you’d end up doing anything I told you.”</p><p>She was right. Dylan knew she was right. Of course he’d do anything she wanted. Of course he’d do exactly as she desired. He couldn’t say no to her. He couldn’t.</p><p>“The pool looks nice and clean,” Mrs. Jameson said. “You did a very good job. You deserve a reward.”</p><p>Dylan laid the skimmer on the ground by the pool and turned around to see Mrs. Jameson slowly pull down her skimpy bikini bottoms. She smiled at him and then turned around, bent over a little, and spread her ass cheeks.</p><p>“I’m so sweaty, Dylan. Come over here and clean my sweaty ass with your tongue. Lick it all up,” she said in a soft, seductive voice.</p><p>Dylan walked towards her without hesitation. He fell to his knees behind the blonde milf goddess, reached up to hold her ass cheeks open, and went to work. He licked up the salty sweat that had built up on the one part of her body that never saw the sun.</p><p>“Don’t forget my asshole, Dylan. Make sure you get all the sweat off my asshole. Make sure you do a very thorough job,” Mrs. Jameson said.</p><p>Dylan did as he was told, running his tongue over her asshole in long, slow strokes. He licked up the acrid-tasting sweat and swallowed it all. His cock throbbed with gleeful arousal. He was servicing the goddess that lived next door to him and it felt spectacularly good.</p><p>“You’re awfully good at eating ass, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said. “Though I suppose that’s not a surprise. You’re good at every kind of service, aren’t you? You’re a good little submissive that absolutely loves doing what he’s told, aren’t you?”</p><p>“Yes, Mrs. Jameson,” Dylan said before returning to licking the sweat from her perfect ass.</p><p>After letting Dylan worship her ass for a few minutes longer, Mrs. Jameson stood up and sat in one of the poolside chairs. She spread her legs and pointed to the ground in front of her. Dylan dutifully crawled over.</p><p>“Would you like to make me cum, Dylan?” she asked.</p><p>He nodded as his eyes drifted to the perfect, perky tits resting high on the blonde milf’s chest.</p><p>“You’ve been such a good boy that I think you deserve to taste me pussy,” Mrs. Jameson said. “You may do so. Lick me. Taste me. Make me cum with your talented tongue.”</p><p>Dylan leaned closer and pressed his lips against the sweaty pussy of the milf he worshiped. He pushed his tongue inside her and tasted her juices before licking from the base of her cunt to her clit over and over. He wanted to soak up her taste. He wanted it all. He wanted to make the beautiful woman moan.</p><p>Eventually he focused his efforts on her clit and was rewarded with a series of beautiful moans. He looked up to see Mrs. Jameson’s eyes were closed and her mouth open to let out the lusty sounds of pleasure. She reached up to play with her tits, pulling on her nipples. Her other hand found the back of Dylan’s head and she pulled him closer, smothering him with her pussy as she closed her thighs around his face.</p><p>“Make me cum!” Mrs. Jameson said. “Be a good boy and make me cum!”</p><p>Dylan did just that a few moments later. The thighs wrapped so tightly around his head began to tremble and eventually they spread open as Mrs. Jameson pushed his head away from her pussy and enjoyed the beautiful spasms of a climax that seemed to spread through her body.</p><p>“Good boy,” she said. “Very good boy.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson leaned forward and looked down at the sweaty, horny young man in front of her. She glanced at his throbbing cock and reached down to play with it.</p><p>“Do you want to cum, Dylan?” she asked.</p><p>“I do,” he said.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson stood, picked up the pieces of her bikini, and said, “Follow me.” She led Dylan into her house and up to one of the guest bedrooms. “Take off your shirt and get on your hands and knees on the bed.”</p><p>Dylan did as he was told and looked back to see Mrs. Jameson leave the room. She was gone for just a few moments before returning with a small dildo and a bottle of lube in her hand. Dylan tensed up the moment he saw the lube. Her plan for the dildo seemed painfully obvious.</p><p>“I’m going to do your future wife a favor, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said as she popped open the bottle of lube and squirted some on the toy. “I’m going to prepare you for the penetration that’s going to be a part of your marriage, because you’re absolutely going to end up with a dominant woman that knows how to take advantage of a submissive man with a worthless cock.”</p><p>Dylan looked back and felt a bit of fear as he watched Mrs. Jameson stroke the dildo to get it slippery. She stepped closer and squirted some of the lube on his ass before working it over his asshole with the head of the toy.</p><p>“This will hurt a little, but the toy is small enough that it shouldn’t hurt much,” she said.</p><p>Dylan closed his eyes and groaned as he felt the tip of the toy press against his asshole and slip inside him.</p><p>“I know it sounds scary and it might feel a little uncomfortable, but penetration is going to be a regular part of your life when you meet a dominant woman, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said. “You’re going to get fucked and it’s going to happen often. Your wife will probably use a strapon on you and she might even find a man to fuck your ass. It’s a perfect way to put you in your place.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson wrapped a slippery hand around Dylan’s cock and stroked him as she rhythmically filled his asshole with the toy.</p><p>“That feels nice, doesn’t it?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan said. He couldn’t quite differentiate between pleasure and discomfort. Her fingers felt so good moving up and down his shaft that all he felt was a deep need to cum.</p><p>“Thank me for fucking your ass, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said.</p><p>“Thank you for fucking my ass, Mrs. Jameson,” he replied.</p><p>She stroked him faster and moved the toy deeper inside him with every thrust. He heard the slippery sound of it moving in and out of his lubed up anus.</p><p>“You’re a cocksucker and now you’re getting fucked up the ass,” Mrs. Jameson informed him. “Doesn’t it feel good, Dylan? Doesn’t it feel good to submit to me? Doesn’t it feel good to let me take control? Don’t I know what turns you on even better than you do?”</p><p>“Yes, Mrs. Jameson,” Dylan said as he closed his eyes and sank into the intense pleasure that spread through his loins as she fucked him. He’d never felt so turned on.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the nightstand and laid them on the bed directly beneath Dylan’s cock.</p><p>“You can cum whenever you’re ready,” she said.</p><p>Dylan wasn’t holding back, of course. Mrs. Jameson was in control of his orgasm, too. The moment she gave him permission to cum she stroked him faster and with a tighter grip, and just like that he had an explosively pleasurable orgasm with shot after shot of hot cum spilling into the tissues beneath him. It felt like each volley of cum sent a wave of pleasure throughout his body, leaving Dylan with a giddy smile on his face.</p><p>“Thank you, Mrs. Jameson,” he said.</p><p>“For what?” she asked playfully.</p><p>“For fucking my ass. For making me cum. For taking control. For knowing what turns me on even better than I know what turns me on,” he answered.</p><p>“You’re welcome,” she said. “Now throw those tissues away, get dressed, and leave. I’ll get in touch when I want to see you again.”</p><p>Dylan did as he was told.</p>