Clare Hawes sat in her kitchen, drinking coffee and staring listlessly at the morning television news. Her thoughts drifted from the news to her personal life. She was still dressed in her robe with nothing underneath despite having been up for several hours. She was recuperating from the previous day and night. It had started with the discovery that her hung, teenage neighbor was alone for the weekend. That fact initiate...

Clare lay in bed staring at the digital display on the clock on her nightstand. She had gone to bed early but still bore the excitement from the afternoon. The discovery that Wes's parents were gone and he had the house to himself had spawned an idea, and it had turned out to be even better than she had hoped. She had dug out one of her old business suits that was just a bit too small and accentuated her curves. Added to...

Clare looked at the calendar on her messy desktop. It had only been three days since Wesley last visited, but it seemed like a month. And there he was, lying on a lounger, shirtless and showing off that toned and tanned body, no doubt to tease his middle-aged neighbor. And it was working. Despite some residual soreness from the pounding he gave her a few days before, she was ready to get back on that horse, the metaphor b...

Clare Hawes sat at her kitchen table and peeked through the partially open blinds at the house next door. For the past week, she had been waffling about how to approach her teenage neighbor. Ever since she had asked him if he wanted to screw her, she had been plagued by a guilty conscience. The devil on her other shoulder continued to remind her that she needed to enjoy life, and sex was an important part of living. With...

Clare Hawes stood in front of her full-length bedroom mirror and studied the naked image staring back at her. "Not bad for 50," she mused aloud. At 5'7", she was still lithe and toned. Years of yoga and an addiction to exercise had kept her fit and shapely. She turned and looked over her shoulder at her strong thighs and their junction with her round, perfect ass. Just a tiny hint of cellulite was starting to form on thos...

Joanne noticed her phone vibrating on the kitchen counter. She had shut the ringer off while she was doing yoga so she wouldn't be bothered, and she glanced at the screen to identify the caller. Fran, Jimmy's mother, was leaving a message. She waited a few minutes and then listened to it. "Hi, Joanne. Fran here. Give me a call when you get a chance. I need to talk to you." Joanne had been dreading this moment. Jimmy, her...

Jimmy lay in his bed with a sheet pulled to his waist, his laptop open, and a soft-core porn site showing various models in various states of undress posing in provocative positions. Eighteen hours earlier, he had been in his mother's bed with his cock buried in her. He couldn't believe the most recent turn of events. What now? The events of the past few days had been staggering. He absent-mindedly stroked himself as he r...

So while Jimmy's relationship with his neighbor seemed to be coming to an end of sorts, things on the home front were a mixed blessing. His mother had related to him that she was separated from her husband as a result of his dalliances with other women, especially a stacked twenty-four-year-old secretary. But then she followed that confession by giving Jimmy a handjob. Was it guilt? The result of too much wine? Or was his...

Jimmy slept lightly, his sleep interrupted by crazy fantasies of the future. School would certainly be different. His junior year was about to start, and he was a completely different person from the sixteen-year-old who had begun the summer. He was no longer a virgin, and he had been having a tumultuous affair with his sexy next-door neighbor, Joanne Smythe. Not only that, but she had tutored him in the intricacies and i...

The clock on the nightstand said 11:00 p.m. As Jimmy lay there, his voluptuous neighbor snored lightly next to him in her king-sized bed. Fate had been kind to him. Joanne, his neighbor and friend of his mother, had turned out to be one horny divorcee. And once she laid eyes on his extra-large penis, she couldn't control her urges. After a somewhat awkward deflowering of the sixteen-year-old, she made a point of scratchin...

So the months of summer were quickly slipping away. Jimmy and Joanne's relationship continued on two levels: as teacher and student, and as boss and employee. Joanne had partially put the brakes on her young lover. Jimmy would be content to have sex every day with his buxom middle-aged neighbor, but Joanne finally had to admit that he was wearing her out, literally. As much as she enjoyed sex with him, his youthful exuber...

What started out innocently enough quickly turned into a fantasy for both Joanne Smythe and her eighteen-year-old neighbor, James. The recent divorcee got him to trim her lawn and handle other intimate chores. She enjoyed watching her hormonal neighbor attempt to not stare at her jutting breasts as she discussed a summer job for him. Her tight T-shirt and silky shorts on her voluptuous body resulted in a raging hard-on fo...

James Johnson was in most ways a typical suburban eighteen-year-old. His grades in school ensured he was on the honor roll. He was blessed with good friends. He was a decent athlete and played varsity baseball and basketball, even though he was experiencing a growing spurt and was self-conscious about being clumsy. "You're just getting used to a bigger body, Honey! You'll grow into those shoes soon enough," his mother ass...

Melissa stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her blonde tresses were pulled in a tight ponytail, and she reached behind her and removed the scrunchy holding her hair. As she shook her head, her shoulder-length highlights revealed themselves. At eighteen, she was coming into her own. She was a bit of a late bloomer. Like all teenagers, she was overly critical of her looks. Her complexion had gone through typical teena...

So the jig was up, as they used to say. How long Elaine had been standing in the doorway to my stepmom's bedroom was anybody's guess, but suffice to say it was long enough. She didn't bother hanging around, however. Once we made eye contact, she spun on her heels and disappeared. The show was over. I looked at Mom and then at my flaccid cock lying at the entrance to her ravaged pussy. Cum was still draining from her. Need...