The Backyard View
Introduction:
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A week later and I had managed to avoid Kimâs mom pretty diligently. And it wasnât easy either. Not to mention how awkward it was seeing Kim after that. We werenât 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 couldnât 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 wasnât that well. But what could she think? Thereâs 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 Kimâs 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 couldnât 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. âLook,â She said âIâm sorry for spying on you yesterday but you were kind of doing it in front of an open window. I couldnât help but look.â She looked down in a sort of bashful way. I was so relieved she wasnât 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 mustâve been in her early 40s and looked like she couldâve been 30. She had nice large breasts nestled in a thick sweater. âItâs all right,â I said â I guess I should go.â I was almost at the door when she called out to me. âCouldnât you stay for a second?â Embarrassed, I told her I didnât think I should. I hadnât really had much experience with girls and I was getting a bit uncomfortable being around her. âMissâŠâ I suddenly realized I didnât even know her name. âBillie, spelt like Holiday.â She said. âBillie, I really donât thinkâŠâ âYouâre right, I shouldnât be doing this, Itâs just Iâve always wantedâŠâ âWhat?â I asked, intrigued. âIâve always wanted to watch a man masturbate.â 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. âIâve got moneyâ 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 Kimâs mom, and it was wrong I couldnât 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 couldnât 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.
âOk, ok thatâs enough.â She said backing away, âIâve got a husband to think about, so no more touching. Iâm only here to watch.â 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 hadnât 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! âDo you need me to start you off?â She asked sweetly. Actually I wouldâve much preferred she did me herself, but I was being paid to perform and that was what I was going to do. But I wasnât 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 âyes pleaseâ. 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. Iâve 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. âJust one more minute,â I pleaded, pushing her head back down on my cock. âMmf, just a lil moreâ she managed with her mouth around my dick.
âMOM!â 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 motherâs 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 sheâd 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 wouldnât even open the door. She said she kept demanding to talk to me. Needless to say I was mortified, I couldnât even fathom the possibility of dealing with this girl. But there was nothing I could do, so reluctantly I went upstairs to face her âŠ
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