The Backyard View
Introduction:
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A week later and I had managed to avoid Kimās mom pretty diligently. And it wasnāt easy either. Not to mention how awkward it was seeing Kim after that. We werenāt really friends, but we were pretty friendly with each other and she usually dropped by my house every once in a while to say hello, smoke a spliff or something. She came by on a Wednesday, and I couldnāt quite look her in the eye, I think she knew something was up. She even told me her mom had been acting weird, and especially when she mentioned my name. I lied as best I could, which actually wasnāt that well. But what could she think? Thereās no way she could guess what actually happened. I hardly believe it myself. The next day I was going to go see some friends, but as I was coming down the stairs I spotted Kimās mom struggling with some groceries in front of her house. I tried sneaking away, but she caught my eye and gave me a look I couldnāt walk away from. I went up to her and took half the groceries from her hands and helped her get them into her house. Finally I looked back up at her, meeting her eyes for the second time. We both blushed and looked away, I turned to leave but she caught my arm. āLook,ā She said āIām sorry for spying on you yesterday but you were kind of doing it in front of an open window. I couldnāt help but look.ā She looked down in a sort of bashful way. I was so relieved she wasnāt angry or something I let out a long audible sigh. For the first time I really looked at her, she was pretty like Kim, but more mature. She was still pretty young, she mustāve been in her early 40s and looked like she couldāve been 30. She had nice large breasts nestled in a thick sweater. āItās all right,ā I said ā I guess I should go.ā I was almost at the door when she called out to me. āCouldnāt you stay for a second?ā Embarrassed, I told her I didnāt think I should. I hadnāt really had much experience with girls and I was getting a bit uncomfortable being around her. āMissā¦ā I suddenly realized I didnāt even know her name. āBillie, spelt like Holiday.ā She said. āBillie, I really donāt thinkā¦ā āYouāre right, I shouldnāt be doing this, Itās just Iāve always wantedā¦ā āWhat?ā I asked, intrigued. āIāve always wanted to watch a man masturbate.ā She said in a low voice, as if she was ashamed of her fantasy. Once again I blushed hard, mumbling something about not being able to as I turned for the door. But she blocked my way, her eyes shining now. She looked like she knew what she wanted now, and would do anything to get it. āIāve got moneyā She said, flashing a wad of bills in front of me. That caught me off guard, and I stopped to think about it. A girl was actually willing to pay to watch me jack off? It sure was an incredible thought. And not just a girl, but a woman! But she was Kimās mom, and it was wrong I couldnāt do it. But then I noticed my cock was rock hard and straining against my zipper. She noticed it too and she put her hand right on my hard-on and kissed me lightly. I couldnāt help myself. I put my arms around her and started exploring her mouth with my tongue. It was the perfect kiss, just the right amount of tongue, and her tits just squashed up against my chest.
āOk, ok thatās enough.ā She said backing away, āIāve got a husband to think about, so no more touching. Iām only here to watch.ā She gave me half the money she was holding and tucked the other half into her ample breasts. I sat down on the couch and tried to collect my thoughts. I was planning a trip with my friends and I hadnāt yet figured out how to finance it. Looking at the money in my hand I realized this already would be enough to get me to New York and back and still have plenty left over, and it was only half! āDo you need me to start you off?ā She asked sweetly. Actually I wouldāve much preferred she did me herself, but I was being paid to perform and that was what I was going to do. But I wasnāt about to refuse a little action from this sexy mom. I was so nervous I could hardly work my mouth, but I managed to work out a sort of mumbled āyes pleaseā. So she walked over to the stereo and pressed play, dancing slowly to the music. She sauntered over to where I was sitting and dropped to her knees, unbuttoning just enough of her sweater to give me an eyeful of nice cleavage. She undid my zipper and had my cock out in no time. Iāve always considered myself to be on the rather large side, and I could tell she was pleased by the smile on her lips. And before I knew it those very same lips were sucking the head of my dick. I was in heaven, only having had a blowjob once before and nothing compared to this one. She sucked me for a couple minutes, running her tongue up and down my shaft. Then with a final kiss on the head, she brought her head up and I knew it was time to go solo. āJust one more minute,ā I pleaded, pushing her head back down on my cock. āMmf, just a lil moreā she managed with her mouth around my dick.
āMOM!ā We both jerked our heads up to find Kim standing in the doorway staring at us, eyes wide. We all seemed to freeze for a second, what could I say? I had been caught with my dick in her motherās mouth. We both scrambled to cover ourselves up, and Kim dropped her bag and ran upstairs, tears in her eyes. We sat there in silence for a moment, why was she crying? If anything I thought sheād be mad. Billie followed her upstairs to have a talk. I waited downstairs, unsure of what to do, whether or not to leave. Eventually Billie came downstairs, a tear in her eye this time. She told me Kim wouldnāt even open the door. She said she kept demanding to talk to me. Needless to say I was mortified, I couldnāt even fathom the possibility of dealing with this girl. But there was nothing I could do, so reluctantly I went upstairs to face her ā¦
The End?