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 the death of her husband from colon cancer, she had realized just how much she missed sex. She and Richard had a very active sex life during their marriage, but at the age of fifty, finding a replacement had proven difficult. However, opportunity presented itself in the form of her cute eighteen-year-old next-door neighbor who, despite his youth and awkwardness, proved to be a breath of fresh air. As a bonus, he was blessed with a rather large penis. Even bigger than Richards! And even though he tended to cum quickly, he was trainable.

But now she was having second thoughts. She had always been faithful in her marriage, and even though this did not break any vows, it seemed as though she were breaking ingrained rules or norms. After all, Wes was just a kid. But then he had the body of a man. It wasn't like he objected to what took place. After all, he had enjoyed worry-free sex with a voluptuous woman, even if she was old enough to be his mother.

And speaking of mothers, there went Wes's mother off to work. Gwen was a good friend. What would she say if she knew her son had fucked the woman next door? The family regularly attended church on most Sundays. They seemed prim and proper. But who knows what secrets they might harbor? Wes had admitted that he had been seduced by one of his mother's friends on more than one occasion. That thought eased Clare's burden appreciably.

As if on cue, Wes came out the side door of their house dressed only in a pair of nylon running shorts and sandals. His lean, tanned body was well sculpted for someone so young.

He must lift weights, Clare concluded. There's not an ounce of fat on him, unless you want to count that fleshy member between his legs. That boy is hung.

Clare imagined his thick cock sliding in and out of her, and suddenly she realized she was getting wet. She had been sore for several days after they had screwed the first time. Even so, it was worth it. She had never experienced anything quite as exciting as the sex she had with Wesley, partly because it seemed forbidden, but also because he filled her as she had never experienced with Richard. She just needed to teach Wes some of the nuances of sex.

She decided to act. She put on some lipstick and checked herself in the mirror. She was wearing a bra that would likely disappoint her neighbor. He practically drooled when he saw her big boobs without one, but the sturdy undergarment only enhanced her cleavage. She adjusted the straps and walked outside and across the lawn toward the low retaining wall separating the two properties.

"Hey, Wes. Got a sec?"

"Sure, Mrs. Hawes. Anytime." He looked up, smiling. Need me to get rid of some mice?"

That was the pretense that Clare had used when he fucked her the week before. He had been praying for a repeat ever since. He regularly beat off to the image of her sucking his cock while he played with those fat tits of hers. Jesus, was she stacked!

"You must be a mind reader. I think I heard a squeak this morning. Do you have some free time?"

"Sure. Now? You name it. Should I put on a shirt or something first?"

"Now is great, and no, you look just fine the way you are. You must work out. You are very toned."

"Yeah, I'm hoping to be a walk-on at college for football, but I doubt I'll make it. Anyway, I like lifting."

"Well, come on in then, and we'll see if we can scare up those pesky little rodents."

Clare beckoned him with a finger, and he hopped the fence and was immediately a pace behind her, his eyes glued to her apple ass. Clare glanced back and smiled as she caught him with his eyes glued to her butt.

They entered the kitchen, and once inside, Clare closed the door and pulled down the shade. She turned to Wes and, without another word, grabbed him and kissed him. Instantly, her tongue was exploring his mouth, and she felt a reaction suddenly pressing into her stomach as his tongue tangled with hers.

"Oh, Honey. I hope I'm not being too forward, but I couldn't wait any longer. I'm so horny, and you were looking mighty hot in your backyard. I hope you don't mind."

"Mind. Fuck no, I don't mind. Jesus, Mrs. Hawes...sorry....Clare. You are all I think about."

"That is so nice to hear, Honey. Speaking of mice, I think I feel a big one trying to escape. Maybe we should go to my bedroom and see if he's okay."

She grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. Her bed was unmade, and a T-shirt was slung carelessly over a chair next to it. Clare turned and kissed her neighbor again. She smiled as she felt a hand squeeze her breast.

How about this, Sweetie? I'm going to undress, and you should take off those shorts so I can see that thing that is tenting them. And then I'm going to sit in this big, comfortable chair and teach you the fine art of cunnilingus. Is that okay? It is truly the way to a woman's heart, not to mention other areas."

Before she could finish her sentence, Wes was naked with his eight-inch cock standing at attention.

"Whoa! And there you are. You don't mess around, do you, Honey?"

Clare pulled off her T-shirt and slipped off her shorts. Clad in only her support bra and a pair of panties, she turned around.

"Will you undo me, Sweetie. This bra has about five clasps to support these boy magnets of mine. It's just easier if a strong man does it for me."

Wes took the cue and unfastened the clasps on the wide elastic and slipped the straps off of Clare's shoulders. She turned and held the white garment pressed to her chest.

"Get ready for the big finish. Ta da. Feast your eyes, Honey."

Clare turned and threw the bra to the chair-back behind her and thrust her chest out, her D cup tits and big nipples begging for attention. She let Wes fondle them for just a minute before slipping off her panties and sitting in the easy chair with a plop.

"I think we should start with a lesson. Are you up for that?"

Wes stood there staring at Clare's tits and trimmed vagina. His prick looked like an erotic hat rack.

"Uh, sure. I guess. Whatever you want."

"Okay, here's the deal. Have you ever eaten pussy before? This is a skill every man should learn. It is the key to a woman's heart. "

"Um...well, not really. I've...you know...fingered a pussy and of course put my cock in a pussy, but no. I've never done that. I've seen it in porn on the internet lots of times, though. I guess I never thought about trying it."

"Well, that's a start. A few rules. First, I'm clean. I showered before you came over. Second, don't be in a hurry. Take your time, and I think you'll enjoy it. I know I will. I'll guide you. So...I'm going to spread my legs and put them on these chair arms like this. There, now you have free access to my garden of delights. Here, put his pillow on the floor and kneel so you are at the right level. Perfect! I recently trimmed down there to make it even easier for you. Start slowly by kissing and licking all around that moist, pink opening, but especially around my clitoris. that little hooded bump on top. Be gentle at first. Yes, just like that. Mmmm, how does that taste? A little salty mixed with some feminine sweetness?

Clare watched in an erotic trance as Wes leaned in and slowly worked his tongue over her labia and clitoris.

"You're a natural, Honey. That feels wonderful. Now, occasionally work your tongue inside me like a pliable little penis. Yes, and keep coming back to my clitoris. That is the most sensitive part. You are doing an excellent job. If you do this to your girlfriends, they will worship the ground you walk on."

Clare watched as Wes placed his hands on her thighs and pressed his face to her groin. Soon, his face was covered in a shiny coating of her juices. Clare placed both hands in his thick curly hair and gently pulled him into her cunt. After several minutes of this, she scooted forward and raised her knees even higher so her bottom was also visible.

"If you want to be really daring, let your tongue slide down occasionally to my little brown star. Yes, right there. Oh, my god, that really gets me going. Richard used to push his tongue inside me there sometimes, and I about died. Oh, Honey. You don't have to do that. I'm just saying. But I won't complain if you do. Oh, Wesley. You are a nasty boy, aren't you? If you want, you can now push a finger or two inside me and slowly fuck me with your hand."

Wes's face was too buried to reply, but Clare's moans and instructions gave him all the feedback he needed. He looked up to see his middle-aged neighbor's eyes closed and a look of rapture on her face. He realized at the same time that he enjoyed this. Clare's moans only excited him. He could tell she was getting close to a climax.

"Jesus, Honey. You are a fast learner. That feels incredible, Sweetie."

Clare watched her young lover like a proud mother. Then her eyes hooded, and she leaned back as if in pain. Suddenly, she jerked once, twice, and then gripped his hair in her hands almost painfully as a huge orgasm tore through her. Her thin legs raised up and shook as if receiving an electric shock. Her entire body erupted in spasms, and Wes's face was flooded with the nectar from deep within her cunt. This lasted for several seconds but seemed like minutes before she finally relaxed her grip and her knees settled back to the arms of the chair.

Finally, Clare spoke again.

"Oh, Honey. You passed the final with flying colors. Look at your face! That is the sign that you made a woman very happy. Let me clean you up, Sweetie."

Clare grabbed a discarded T-shirt nearby and used it as a rag on Wes's face.

"I'm literally wiping the grin off your face, Honey. Did you like that? I certainly did. Let's scoot up on the bed and play hide the snake. You need to get some relief, and I couldn't be any wetter."

Clare got on her unmade bed and welcomed Wes into her open arms as he slid between her spread legs. She didn't waste any time and, grabbing him by the prick, pulled the thick shaft to her and slipped the plum-sized helmet inside her juicy pussy.

"And there you are, back inside me. Oh, Honey! This is the whipping cream on top of the cookie. You feel so good inside me after bringing me to a huge climax. That's it. Go ahead and fuck me. Mmmm, this is the Wesley I've been dreaming about. That's it. Stuff me with that fat cock. God, you are so big. Your girlfriends are in for a real treat."

Clare threw her arms around Wesley's neck and kissed him deeply. Wes had kissed lots of girls before, but none had ever kissed him like this. Of course, it didn't hurt that his prick was also buried deeply in Clare's pussy, and she was gripping him with her legs wrapped around his thighs.

They slowly fucked and kissed this way for several minutes. Wes suckled on her thick nipples and craned his neck periodically to watch his thick prick sliding in and out of her. Clare moaned her delights, and frequently brought her lips to his ear and whispered filthy ideas to her young lover.

"Don't you love fucking an older woman, Sweetie? I can appreciate a young, hard cock without worrying about Mom finding out or my girlfriends getting jealous. Especially when my lover is a handsome, young stud with a big, thick cock. You are going to spoil me, Honey, with that tool of yours."

She kissed him: a motherly peck. And then her face took on a look of sheer, erotic pleasure and she moaned an affirmation to a particularly deep thrust.

"Oh, yes, Baby. You are so deep. You are scratching an itch I didn't know I had."

She put her mouth to his ear again.

"And I have some other ideas that you might enjoy. Maybe a little role play. Would you like me to dress up like your teacher? Hmmm? I bet you've had a good-looking teacher that you wanted to fuck. Or how about a nurse? Richard used to love to fuck me dressed up in a red cross outfit. I have special red panties with a built-in slit for sex and sheer white nylons to go with them. He loved to fuck me in that outfit. Wouldn't you love to fuck a nurse with big tits?"

All this time, Wes was concentrating on not cumming in Clare. He wanted this to last forever, but her dirty talk was having the desired effect, and he knew it was hopeless to resist. His cock was as hard as steel, and he decided to let it go. He began pumping her forcefully, their bodies making a slapping sound as he pounded into her.

"Oh, Honey. Yes, Baby. Fuck me like you mean it. I've been a naughty neighbor, and I need a good fucking. Will you fill me with your hot seed? Make me take all of your cum in my nasty pussy. That's it. Deep and hard. I think you are ready. Cum deep inside my cunt, Baby.

And he did.

Wes timed the explosion with a hard, deep thrust and held his cock there, buried all the way inside his fifty-year-old neighbor. Clare squeezed him with both her arms and legs as she felt a firehose go off inside her. Her pussy gripped the slimy snake inside her as it coated the depths of that perfect garden with his life-giving sperm. Clare silently counted the intense ejaculations: one, two, three, four...and then several weaker ones before she felt him begin to soften and shrink.

"Don't move, Honey. Just lie here inside me for a while. Even soft, you feel wonderful. Did you like that? I certainly did. Why don't you just hold me and suck on my boobs for a spell? Yes, they love a little post-coital nursing. And if you are lucky, you might even get some milk. Believe it or not, I've started lactating again after using a pump. Something I read about. No baby needed, just a pair of willing lips on my swollen nipples.

Wes placed his lips over each nipple in turn, and after several minutes of sucking, he was suddenly rewarded with a fine mist of mother's milk.

"That's my baby! I love this. Richard and I could never get pregnant, but watching you nurse on my breasts is a treat. No worries, Honey. I'm taking precautions, but just a word of warning, be sure to use a condom if you have sex with anyone else. Safety is number one."

As Wes adjusted his position for easier access to Clare's breasts, his cock slipped out of her pussy. Clare smiled at the sight of the coated sausage lying on her thigh.

"Wow, look how shiny you are. That's quite a glow your penis has there, but look how red your head is. It was doing some hard work inside me. It feels so slimy. You do make me wet, Baby.

They lay there for some time, occasionally dozing in each other's arms, before Clare finally looked at her bedside clock.

"I hate to fuck and run, Wes, but I have an appointment soon and need to get ready. You'd better clean up and head home before your mother returns. Don't worry, though. We'll do this again, Sweetie. Maybe try out some of my suggestions. Anyway, kiss me, and then I need to get dressed.

Wes donned his shorts, the only clothing he had, and, kissing his lover one final time, headed home.

Clare stood in front of her vanity mirror and smiled. Just then, she noticed a stain on her panties. Cum was dripping out of her. She washed up and put on clean underwear before finishing getting dressed.

Wow! What a way to start the day!

When she finally walked to her car in the driveway, she realized she was slightly limping. The power of youth. Ah, to be young again...or at least fucking someone young again. She smiled and waved to another neighbor. She was in heaven.