<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="59758670" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Are you sad that summer is almost over?” Mrs. Jameson asked as she teased Dylan’s cock in her bed.</p><p>“I am,” Dylan replied as he smiled at the beautiful, lingerie-clad blonde milf standing next to the bed.</p><p>Her fingers slowly rubbed the sensitive underside of his cock head as she asked, “Are you going to miss the fun we’ve been having?”</p><p>Dylan groaned as he looked down at his dick, which was fully erect and throbbing thanks to the skillful touch of the woman he’d come to worship.</p><p>“I am,” he replied.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson leaned over and pulled aside her lace bra, freeing one of her breasts and drawing Dylan’s gaze to her erect nipple.</p><p>“Are you going to miss being a cocksucker for me?” she asked softly.</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan said a moment before Mrs. Jameson fed him her nipple. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked on the little nub of flesh as the blonde milf moaned.</p><p>“Does that mean you’re going to be a good boy for me today?” she asked. “Are you going to do as you’re told?”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson stood up and Dylan smiled at her as she continued to gently tease the tip of his stiff cock.</p><p>“Yes, I’ll do as I’m told. I promise,” he said.</p><p>“Good, because today is going to be a little different,” Mrs. Jameson replied as she stepped back from the bed and reached for the black satin robe that hung over the closet door.</p><p>Dylan watched the blonde milf slip her arms into the robe and pull it tight around her breathtaking body before she said, “I have a guest arriving soon and I’d like you to be on your knees with your hands behind your back when I return. Do you understand?”</p><p>Dylan watched her leave and then rolled out of the bed and dropped to his knees. He held his hands behind his back and waited as his cock throbbed in front of him.</p><p>Ten minutes had passed when Mrs. Jameson returned with an unfamiliar and surprisingly young man walking behind her.</p><p>“Dylan?” the young man said.</p><p>Dylan looked up and saw Scott Rogers, a former classmate.</p><p>“You know each other?” Mrs. Jameson said as she and Scott stepped into the room.</p><p>“Dylan here was a freshman when I was a senior,” Scott said as a cocky smile crossed his face.</p><p>It took Dylan a few moments to overcome the sense of shock that washed over him, both at seeing someone he knew and at seeing someone other than Mrs. Jameson’s husband join them.</p><p>“What…what are you doing here?” Dylan asked Scott.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson tugged on the strip of satin that held her robe closed and Scott stepped behind her to pull it off and toss it aside. His hands moved to her waist and pulled her close as Mrs. Jameson turned her head and shared a long, passionate kiss with the young man.</p><p>Scott fondled Mrs. Jameson’s perfect breasts and she moaned into his mouth before reluctantly pulling away from the kiss and looking down at Dylan.</p><p>“He’s here to fuck me, Dylan,” she said. “My husband is a very open-minded man, as you know, and he doesn’t mind if I meet my sexual needs with other men while he’s not here.”</p><p>Scott’s hands moved between Mrs. Jameson’s legs and he pressed his fingers against her lace-clad pussy and rubbed, eliciting a sensual moan as Dylan felt an overwhelming sense of jealousy.</p><p>“Scott used to mow my lawn,” Mrs. Jameson said. “Just like you do. He gets to enjoy slightly different benefits than you, though.”</p><p>“Dylan doesn’t get to fuck you?” Scott asked as his cock smile returned.</p><p>“Don’t be cruel, Scott. You’ve seen his cock. Of course he doesn’t get to fuck me,” Mrs. Jameson replied. “Dylan has his uses, though, and he’s taken to doing as he’s told quite nicely.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson turned around and dropped to her knees in front of Scott. She reached up, unzipped his pants and pulled them down, freeing an exceptionally large cock that was already fully erect.</p><p>“Do you remember the first time you fucked me, Scott?” she asked. “Do you remember how hard you made me cum that day in my living room?”</p><p>“I certainly do,” Scott said as he watched Mrs. Jameson stroke his cock. “I remember how hard I came, too. Your pussy felt so fucking good. It still does. You’re still the best I’ve ever hard.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson turned to Dylan and said, “You understand why he fucks me and you don’t, right Dylan?”</p><p>Dylan nodded. Scott’s cock was at least twice his size. It was longer and thicker and Scott was taller, better looking, and in far better shape. That didn’t stop Dylan from feeling jealous, but it wasn’t hard to understand why Mrs. Jameson would let Scott fuck her.</p><p>“Why don’t you come a little closer, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson suggested.</p><p>Dylan crawled closer as a sense of dread washed over him. He was almost certain he knew what was going to be asked of him.</p><p>“I want you to show me what you’ve learned this summer,” Mrs. Jameson said. “I want you to suck Scott’s cock. Take him in your mouth. Fluff him for me. Make him feel good. Show me that you’ve learned your place over the past few months.”</p><p>Dylan looked at the big cock for a few moments and then turned his gaze up to Scott’s face. A wave of humiliation washed over him as he contemplated doing as ordered.</p><p>“Go ahead, Dylan,” Scott said. “Suck my cock. Show Mrs. Jameson how much you’ve enjoyed getting to spend time with her. I know that I certainly enjoyed my summer with her and I’ll bet you enjoyed yours too, even if it was a little different than mine. We all have our place, Dylan. It’s pretty clear that yours is to suck my cock and get me ready to fuck her perfect pussy, so why don’t you get to it.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson reached up and applied gentle pressure to the back of Dylan’s head. He opened his mouth as Scott’s cock approached and soon he was giving yet another blowjob.</p><p>“That’s it, cocksucker,” Mrs. Jameson said. “This is your place, Dylan. That little dick of yours can’t please a woman, so you’ve adapted. You’ve learned how to make me happy. You’ve learned that being a cocksucker for the right woman will bring you great joy, haven’t you? Now get Scott’s cock nice and slippery for me and I’ll let you watch him fuck me.”</p><p>Despite the humiliation of sucking Scott’s cock, Dylan was enormously aroused. Mrs. Jameson had clearly teased him with a purpose. He thought she was being kind, but it turns out she was getting him to a place where he’d happily accept being a cocksucking submissive, even if it wasn’t her husband’s cock he was sucking.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson stood and kissed Scott as Dylan worked the dick in his mouth. He sucked and slobbered and even tried to deepthroat a little, though that only resulted in him gagging.</p><p>“Scott likes having his balls sucked, Dylan. Show him that you’re eager to do whatever makes him happy,” Mrs. Jameson said. “Make sure you get them nice and wet, too. He likes it when you slobber on his balls like a good little slut.”</p><p>Dylan dropped a little lower and did as he was told. He sucked on Scott’s balls and he wasn’t shy about being sloppy. He sucked and slobbered and made a splendid mess because that’s what Mrs. Jameson wanted him to do.</p><p>“You’ve trained him well,” Scott said.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson laughed as she reached down and stroked Scott’s cock. “I trained you well too,” she replied. “I taught you how to pleasure a woman with this beautiful cock of yours. I showed you how to use this gift you’ve been given for the good of women everywhere, didn’t I?”</p><p>“Yes you did,” Scott replied. “And I’m very grateful.”</p><p>“I’m sure you are,” Mrs. Jameson said. “So why don’t you show me by fucking my pussy like I taught you.”</p><p>“With pleasure,” Scott said.</p><p>“That’s good, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said as she pulled down her panties and directed Scott to get in the bed. “You may crawl closer to the bed to watch Scott fuck me,” </p><p>Dylan crawled closer and watched Mrs. Jameson straddle the younger man and guide his big cock into her pussy. She sank down on it and groaned before leaning down and kissing Scott.</p><p>“Did you miss my pussy?” she asked.</p><p>“More than you can imagine,” he said.</p><p>“Is it better than that college pussy you’ve been fucking all year?” she asked.</p><p>“Much better,” Scott replied as he reached back, grabbed her ass, and began to thrust his cock up into her cunt.</p><p>Dylan’s cock throbbed and dripped precum onto the floor as he watched Mrs. Jameson have sex. He wished he was the one in the bed. He desperately wished he was the one that got to enjoy her pussy. He knew that wasn’t ever going to be the case, but that didn’t stop him from desiring it more than anything.</p><p>“Dylan, be a good boy and lick my asshole while I ride Scott’s cock,” Mrs. Jameson said.</p><p>Dylan crawled into the bed, laid on his stomach between Scott’s legs, and spread the ass cheeks of the beautiful milf. He pressed his face between them and offered up a rimjob as she fucked another man.</p><p>“That’s good,” she said. “That’s so fucking good. Be a dirty little bitch and eat my ass. You’ll never, ever get a chance to fuck me but you can always be useful, Dylan. You can always be a good little slut with that tongue of yours.”</p><p>Dylan felt a sense of pride as he worshiped the asshole in front of him. He was doing his part to make her cum and that was a wonderful treat.</p><p>It wasn’t long before Mrs. Jameson had an orgasm on Scott’s big cock. Dylan continued to worship her tight asshole as her flesh trembled with pleasure around his face. It was only when she lifted her wet pussy off of the turgid shaft buried inside her that Dylan relented.</p><p>“What if I want a rimjob?” Scott asked.</p><p>“Dylan’s here to provide us both with pleasure,” Mrs. Jameson replied. “Pull your legs back. Show him your asshole.”</p><p>Scott did as suggested and Dylan stared at the winking asshole that rested just a few inches from his face.</p><p>“Give him a rimjob, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said. “Show me that you’re a good boy.”</p><p>Dylan couldn’t muster any excitement to lick the other man’s asshole, but he still did it. He couldn’t conceive of disappointing Mrs. Jameson.</p><p>“Fuck, that’s good,” Scott said. “You’ve made him into a nasty little slut, haven’t you?”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson laughed and said, “I suspect he’s going to have a good time when he returns to campus in a few weeks. I hope he takes his newfound sexual flexibility and follows it down a path to the kind of intense pleasure all men crave.”</p><p>Dylan continued to eat Scott’s asshole as he wondered if he’d be willing to do that. Would he pursue a dominant girl at college? Would he let her take him down a bisexual path like Mrs. Jameson had? Or would he go back to trying his best to date a normal girl?</p><p>“I want more of that cock,” Mrs. Jameson said.</p><p>Dylan pulled back and returned to the floor. He watched Mrs. Jameson get on her back and Scott move between her legs. He saw the other man’s big cock disappear inside the wet, waiting pussy of the milf he’d spent his summer obsessed with.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson moaned as Dylan watched with a perfect view between her legs. He saw how Scott’s cock opened her up and filled her. He saw how small he was compared to what the other man was wielding between his legs. He saw that he had no hope of pleasuring Mrs. Jameson the way Scott did.</p><p>“Harder,” Mrs. Jameson said. “Fuck me harder.”</p><p>Scott obliged as Dylan reached down and played with his balls. He knew better than to masturbate, but he couldn’t resist touching himself just a little.</p><p>The sights and sounds of the sex happening in front of Dylan were overwhelming in the best way possible. He heard the flesh of the two people in bed slapping together. He heard the moans Mrs. Jameson unleashed. He heard Scott’s grunts. He saw the big cock pumping in and out of the beautiful milf’s perfect pussy. He saw the way Mrs. Jameson wrapped her legs around Scott.</p><p>“Cum inside me,” she said. “Cum inside me so Dylan can clean it up.”</p><p>Scott groaned, seemingly at the kinky notion that Dylan would be eating his load. Dylan groaned too. He was immensely aroused and he found the idea of eating the other man’s cum to be thrilling in the most humiliating way possible.</p><p>Dylan watched Scott’s balls tighten and saw the young man bury his cock in Mrs. Jameson’s pussy.</p><p>“Cum inside me!” she said. “Fuck, fill my pussy.”</p><p>Scott did as he was asked. He came inside the beautiful milf. He pumped his load deep into her pussy and pulled out soon after.</p><p>“Come here, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said as she looked down her body at him. “Come clean my messy pussy. Come eat Scott’s load out of me.”</p><p>Dylan crawled between her long, lovely legs and pressed his lips against her pussy. He pushed his tongue inside her and scooped out some of Scott’s load. He was too far gone to care. He’d embraced the humiliation and the pleasure it brought him. He’d embraced his place. He wasn’t ever going to fuck Mrs. Jameson. That wasn’t for him. He was simply going to do as he was told.</p><p>“That’s it,” Mrs. Jameson said as she closed her eyes, arched her back a little, and reached down to grab a handful of Dylan’s hair. “Eat his fucking cum. Lick it out of me. Swallow his load like a good little bitch.”</p><p>Dylan lapped at her perfect pussy as Mrs. Jameson moaned and writhed in the bed. He knew she was going to cum. He could hear it in her moans and the way she moved. He was going to make her cum and it filled him with a deep sense of joy.</p><p>“Fuck, Dylan, I’m cumming!” she cried out.</p><p>He licked her clit and helped push her over the top to a beautiful, body-shaking orgasm. When she gently pushed his head away from her pussy, Mrs. Jameson looked down and smiled.</p><p>“You’re a very good boy,” she said. “And someday you’re going to make a dominant woman very happy.”</p><p>“Thank you,” Dylan said.</p><p>“Now it’s time for you to leave,” Mrs. Jameson said as she sat up. “I’d like you to refrain from masturbating until we see each other again.”</p><p>“Of course,” he said.</p><p>Dylan couldn’t help but notice that Scott wasn’t being asked to leave. Instead, Mrs. Jameson had pulled him close and they were kissing again as Dylan put his pants on.</p><p>By the time he walked out the door Scott’s cock was hard and Mrs. Jameson looked ready to ride him once more. It seemed that the other man was going to enjoy her pussy for far longer than Dylan had been allowed to enjoy it.</p><p>Jealousy surged through him again as he headed downstairs and out the front door. It seemed to stoke his desire, though. He wanted more. He wanted to be permitted to serve her again. The start of the school year was only a few weeks away and Dylan hoped he’d get to spend a little more time with Mrs. Jameson before that date arrived.</p>