I Seduced My Neighbor’s Son

The little voyeur fucked me outside while my husband was inside

I adjusted my bikini top before pulling myself to the side of the pool. I pounced off the big inflatable. The autumn sun was weak. I’d have more luck with my tan on the sun lounger.

“I need to do a work call upstairs, I’ll be out later,” my husband called from the patio doors.

“Sure, hun,” I said.

I collapsed onto the lounger before plucking my sunglasses from the table. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement. Keeping my head still, I looked to the side. A smile crept across my face. It was Mason, my neighbor’s son.

I’d caught him watching me several times over the summer. It started with stolen glances through the fence. On one occasion, I watched him jerking off to the sight of my panties on the clothesline. The gaps in the fence are quite big, and he thought I didn’t notice him. Hand on his cock, furious movements behind the fence until he grunted.

It didn’t take long for his voyeurism to escalate. He moved from looking through the fence to using binoculars to spy on me. A week ago, I dropped a pair of panties close to the fence, pretending it fell out of the wash basket. Within an hour, they were gone.

I noticed a reflection from the fence. Mason was using his binoculars again. I undid the straps behind my head and pulled my bikini down, exposing my tits to the sun. Mason had only ever seen me in a bikini or underwear. There was more movement behind the fence.

Heavy breathing.

Mason was a terrible voyeur.

I didn’t want him to waste his cum on the fence again.

“Mason, is that you?” I called, looking at the fence.

“Uh, yeah, Mrs Jones,” he croaked back. “I’m doing some gardening for Mom.”

“Would you mind helping me out with some sun cream? Graham is upstairs on a call. I don’t know how much sun we have left this year,” I said.

“Sure, Mrs Jones,” he said.

I pulled the two bikini triangles back over my mounds, leaving them untied.

“Jump the fence,” I said.

Mason climbed over and landed with a thud on our side.

“Are you heading back to college soon?” I asked as he walked over, trying to push his shorts down.

“Yes, Mrs-” he started.

“For the love of god, call me Mona,” I said. “I might be older than your mom, but I don’t need to be reminded of that!”

“Sure, uh, Mona,” he chuckled.

I pointed at the bottle of sun cream on the table. I sat up, allowing the bikini top to fall forward.

“Uh, sorry, do you want to put that on?” he asked, his eyes glued to my dark nipples.

“I don’t want tan lines,” I said.

I watched his quivering hands handle the bottle.

“Back first,” I said, leaning forward, pulling my long hair over my shoulder.

His strong hands moved over my shoulder blades, down my back, and back up to my neck.

“And the front,” I said, lying down on the lounger, my breasts exposed.

He looked around.

“I’m not sure this is right,” he said.

“Don’t be all shy now,” I said. “Start with my chest and work your way down to my thighs.”

Mason’s hands worked the cream around my tits. His breathing grew heavier as he noticed how dark and erect my nipples were turning. He moved down to my stomach. I spread my legs to the sides of the lounger. The front of the bikini struggled to keep my mound covered.

“Don’t forget my legs,” I said.

He adjusted his shorts, avoiding eye contact in case I mentioned it.

“Your legs are beautiful,” he uttered.

“Why thank you, Mason,” I said. “Don’t forget my inner thighs.”

His hands worked the cream into my soft inner thighs. The sides of Mason’s hands grazed the edges of my bikini bottoms. I could feel my pussy buzzing, his fingers less than an inch away.

“Thank you, Mason. You can stand up now,” I said.

He remained crouched.

“I’ll just wait here a bit,” he said.

“Stand up,” I said again.

Mason stood up, trying to cover his strained shorts.

“Do you want to see my pussy?” I asked.

“Uh, sorry?” he stammered.

“This is your last and only chance,” I said. “If you want to see my pussy, pull my bottoms down.”

“Fuck,” he said.

Before I knew it, Mason yanked my bottoms to my feet. I opened my legs wide, allowing my wet cunt lips to flower open in front of him. Mason jerked his shorts down, allowing his long, hard cock to spring out.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said, lowering himself between my legs.

“Fuck me, Mason,” I whispered.

I felt his pulsating shaft pressing against my engorged lips. He lifted my knees and shoved himself into me hard and rough.

“Uh,” I whimpered, digging my fingers into his back.

Mason fucked me hard, slamming his pelvis into my body.

Flup! Flup! Flup!

It had been ages since anybody had fucked me that hard. I writhed and moaned, feeling his big, veiny cock pumping in and out of my fleshy canal. He fucked me with the force of weeks of pent-up sexual frustration.

“That feels so good, Mason,” I whispered in his ear as he continued his assault on my pussy.

A moment later I felt a tightening between my legs. I could feel my channel contracting around his cock. I clenched my teeth, trying not to cry out as a white-hot orgasm surged through my body. Mason drilled me with more urgency until he groaned loudly in my ear. His body shook on top of mine as he exploded, sending spurts of creamy seed deep into my womb. His cock continued twitching deep inside me for a few more seconds.

He pulled himself out. I could hear the gurgling sound of his cum oozing out of me.

“Be right down!” Graham shouted from the top window.

“Quick, go!” I whispered.

Mason grabbed his shorts and jumped the fence, cock and balls swinging.

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