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I watched our new neighbor cut his grass while watching from my kitchen window. A bare-chested black man was wearing shorts. I wondered what was in those shorts. His muscular body was very sexy, and I enjoyed watching him work. It had not taken me long to realize I had a thing for him and me with three kids in a happy marriage.
I watched him go up and down his yard. Thinking, what if he was going up and down on me. All my kids were now in school, and I became very aware of my own body after having the three of them. I worked out very hard to get the body I had before giving them birth. There would be no more births because a simple operation took care of that.
With my three in school, I would walk around my house nude in heels. I would pass every mirror to check on how I was doing with my recovery to youth. The better I looked, the more John was on me. He was a good husband and father, and me standing at my window watching a handsome man cut grass was lunacy.
I guess every woman fantasizes about something or other, but I sure was fantasizing about Charles. The neighborhood quickly learned that he was recently divorced, which made him even more attractive. I had only talked to him once, and I liked the way he looked at me. I went back inside, feeling that surge between my legs. Yes, I had a thing for Charles after talking to him once.
John was in a good mood, being things were going well in his business. He spent more time at home, and he seemed to always want to go to bed with me. Sometimes we would have to lock the bedroom door to keep the kids out, and I certainly was getting enough to keep me happy.
It made me wonder, with all the sex I was getting from John, why was I so enamored with Charles. I decided to call my mother, who gave good advice in such matters. Maybe I was looking for her approval because she did have more than one lover other than my father. I accidentally bumped into that on a surprise visit to her and Dad. Steve was also younger than her, and walking into Mom's rec room and seeing them in that position, I will never forget. She made me swear I would never tell Dad, and I never did.
I called my mother, and after the usual pleasantries, I asked her the question about my thinking about my neighbor.
"Honey, don't be overly concerned about that. It is just a natural thing with all the talk about how big they are down there. With him in shorts, that is the first thing that would enter my mind."
"Yeah, but I am getting more than enough sex from John."
"Sweetie, think about it. Sex with John may be a lot, but the allure of something new and naughty makes it all more a thing that you might want."
"Mom, are you telling me it is OK to be with him?"
"That will always be up to you, but I promise if you do and tell me, I will keep it a secret from John."
"A couple of gals with secrets sounds sexy."
"It certainly can be. Believe me, I was doing your father quite regularly when I gave in to Steve."
We hung up, and I still was in a state of quandary.
*
The next time I saw Charles out in his yard, he was being lazy. He rested in a portable hammock. I decided it was time for some gardening. I put on my loopy scooped neck blouse and shorts that were very loose. John told me to be careful because, from the right angle, you could see up to my panties. Now I wasn't planning for Charles to see them, but if it happened, so be it. I looked in the mirror and bent forward. You could see a lot of my breast, but the bra...blah. I took off the bra and put the blouse back on. I bent again, and oh my, nothing was missing from view. I walked out my rec room door with my gardening tools in hand. I looked over at Charles, and he waved. He certainly liked to be bare-chested and in those shorts. Frankly, I liked it too.
As I moved the earth, I made sure that my knees were not pointed at Charles. No use in being that obvious; besides, he would have to show interest. It could not be all me. He swung out of the hammock and walked to the fence. My heart skipped a beat.
"What kind of flowers are those, Amy?"
"Actually, all kinds, Charles. If you like some flowers, I will bring some over some time."
"That would be nice of you. I do enjoy flowers."
As I talked to him, I was still squatting, and my knees pointed straight at him. I reached down to dig a hole for a plant, and my blouse did its thing. I heard Charles catch his breath. It was evident he saw the whole view. I let my knees drift apart, and he did not even pretend that he was looking away.
He did seem to enjoy it as the front of his shorts indicated as such.
"If you are interested, Charles, I could give you some lessons...In horticulture, I mean."
"I think that would be great, and in return, I could give you some lessons."
I never really heard what lessons he would give me because I only thought of the classes I wanted. I wisely said, "Well, it is almost kid time. The school bus is probably on its way, and I know they will be hungry for a snack. Nice talking to you, Charles. I hope you have pleasant thoughts for the rest of the day."
"Oh, Amy, I am sure I will. Say hello to the kids."
I walked back into my house and went to the kitchen window. He had lain back down in the hammock, and I watched him touch himself in an intimate way. He was obviously bothered by yours truly and wondered what he was going to do about it.
When I found my hand down the front of my shorts, it jolted me to think of what I had just done. I had merely displayed my bra-less breasts to the man next door and positioned myself to let him look up my leg to my panties. I then thought, Why in the world didn't you leave them in the drawer? I was tempting this man to put the make on me, and I wasn't sure I wanted to play like my mother at this moment. He certainly had an effect on me. I was standing in my kitchen with my hand in my shorts and panties. The panties were wet from just how he looked when I showed him things he was not supposed to see. Was I becoming as whore-y as my mother? Her Steve was not the last one she bragged about. Even one of Dad's hunting buddies had spent considerable time in her. She liked to tell me that he loved how she sucked him, and now I was having similar thoughts about the black divorcee next door.
When John came home from work, I immediately told him about Charles and how nice he was. I certainly didn't tell my husband all that our neighbor had seen of me. I was exceptionally horny, and the bedroom door was locked as my children did their homework. After, my husband's only comment was, "Damn, woman, where did that come from? You wanted it everywhere." I just smiled, telling him how much he turned me on.
The next few days, I watched at the window. I had my garden tools ready. This time I was not going to wear a bra or panties. I was on the prowl, and it felt exciting. If I let Charles take me, he would be the first black man to have me. Now I had thought about that from time to time, but now it seemed closer to happening than ever. In college, I did date a Hispanic young man, and I almost married him, but his mommy was against it, and after sleeping with him my whole freshman year, that was the end of it. He was very satisfying to a young me. I learned to suck him, and it has always done me well with the men in my life.
I finally saw Charles in his backyard. My heart dropped as a gorgeous black woman was with him. She was the Halle Berry type, and I wasn't going to compete very well with that. They chatted, and he gave her a kiss on the cheeks while they hugged. I was disheartened. What did a motherly white woman have that Charles would pass up that sexy-looking woman?
My doorbell rang, and I opened the door, finding Charles holding a plate of cookies. An open shirt with low sweatpants that - if I was a betting woman - were low enough for something to show out the top.
God, did he look sexy.
"Amy, my specialty. And I do give lessons. I hope you enjoy them."
I took the plate and said, "Come on in, Charles." I knew I was playing with fire with nobody home. That is exactly how my mother gave in to Steve. I am sure the rest were more straightforward. Once you do one, it always becomes easier in anything you decide to do.
"These look delicious. Did you bake them for your guest or for me?"
"For you. If you mean Judy, she can't have those as she is a diabetic. But my sister does not always comply with the diabetic rules. I never contribute to that."
I was relieved. I took a bit of cookie, and looked at him, and said, "Delicious." I wasn't referring to the cookie but the handsome man who stood in front of me.
"It can be tasty...the recipe, I mean."
He knew damn well where I was looking, and now he was doing to me what I had done to him. It was only a matter of time before I was going to be in bed with this hunk.
"Mom, we're home. They let us out early because of the storm."
I wasn't aware of any storm. I was more interested in what this man was going to do with me. I really didn't care how big he was in those sweats. I intended to use every hole I had with it. I had never had it up in my bottom, but I looked forward to it after talking to my mom. She had it there multiple times with various men.
With the children's coming home, my potential lover left for home, telling me he would show me later...I was sure he was referring to the recipe.
The storm did arrive, and what a storm it was. We lost power. I went to find our flashlight and, sure enough, dead batteries. Always the way. I knew the Browns were not at home, so I ventured next door to Charles. I fell all over myself trying to get there, and then the rain came again. I was caught outside without an umbrella. I was drenched, and my clothes stuck to me like glue. Outlines of my body were everywhere.
I knocked on Charles' door, and holding up my flashlight, I said, "You got anything that will help me get through the storm?" He was looking at me like he looked at me that day in the garden. My wet clothes apparently revealed more than I imagined. I wasn't wearing a bra, so the outline of my breasts and protruding nipples had to be very apparent. My shorts were plastered against my bottom, and only he knew what my front looked like. The way he was looking, it had to be good.
"Come in, Amy, let me see if I can get you going."
I walked in, and he closed the door and then did do something that got me going. He took me in his arms and kissed me, saying, "We both wanted this, so don't fight it." I could feel him pressed against my soaked shorts. His hands were on my wet blouse. I never wanted to be taken at that moment like any other time in my life. Even on my honeymoon with John, I did not feel this way.
"Come to my bed, Amy."
"Nothing more I want, Charles, but my kids are home alone, and the storm...Can we do this another time?"
"Nothing would please me more."
I put my hand on the front of his sweats, and what I felt scared me. I thought, Oh my god, can I handle that much meat?
"Charles, do you really want to be a real 'motherfucker'?"
"As long as you are the mother. We could prove that with a quickie."
"No quickie, I want to spend the day. No kids. No interruptions. I want you to fuck this mother. Does my saying that bother you.?"
"Not at all. I was hoping you were a dirty talker when you got sexually excited."
"You know you will be my first black man, and I want you to use it on me anywhere."
"I intend to, sugar,"
With that, I hurried home. My children were waiting for the flashlight. Never did get any batteries, but I did get more than I expected. I got me a hot 'motherfucker'.
*
The arrangements were all made. Grandma was picking up the kids from school. John was on a business trip for three days. I was all alone and looked forward to Charles's visit. Charles had seen a lot of me, even in clothes, but I wanted him to want me even more. I laid out three negligees on the bed. I wanted one that would contrast to his dark skin. I decided on a flesh-colored teddy. It had a matching pantie that was so tiny. A lot of my bottom was exposed, but the front did not cover all of my mound.
Charles and I had spoken on the phone many times, and we decided that the best thing to do was come to the back door by Charles hopping the fence. I was anxious to see what he would wear. I craved of wanting to put my hands on that manly chest and rippled stomach. Of course, the most that I wanted was to hold what dangled between his legs. I had plans for that thing.
Right after the kids left for school, Charles was knocking on our back door. I opened the door and met him in heels and that flesh-colored teddy. It was short enough to allow a look at what the panties didn't cover. He looked me over very carefully and said, "Amy, you are one hot fucking bitch."
I put my arms around his neck and replied, "I hope so, with the emphasis on fucking." I dragged my hands down that manly dark chest, spending time on the ripples on his belly. I kept going, letting a hand enter the sweatpants he was wearing. I did have an effect on him as it was growing as I held it. I kissed him and said sweetly, "Charles, you don't know how much I want to suck this."
"You can do that all you want, sugar, as long as I get my time in your white pussy."
"Charles, it sounds like you are anxious to fuck me. You are going to be a 'motherfucker'. You like that, don't you?"
I eased down his sweatpants and saw him for the first time. It looked more prominent than it felt. You talk about birth stretching you. This thing would come close. His hands were beneath my teddy, feeling the part of my cheeks that was not covered. I felt him pulling down my panties. I kissed him hard. His tongue moved inside my mouth. He threw my panties in the corner. When I felt that lovely sensation on my nipples, I knew where Charles had decided to spend time. On my honeymoon, I had once climaxed by having them sucked, and now I was very close to having that happen again. A finger entered me. Charles was tugging on my pussy lips to make way for that thing I held in my hand, which now was hard as a rock.
"You ready to be fucked, mother?"
"Please fuck me so I can call you a motherfucker."
"And I hope I can call you a cocksucker."
"My specialty..."
I was on my back with my legs in the air with my teddy on the floor. Charles entered me. I heard myself grunt, "Oh God! Oh, God!" The first push felt wonderful. No place in me was untouched. My cry of, "You motherfucker!" rang through my home. I knew I was falling in love. Being pumped like that was so awesome. My hips pushed against his every thrust. It came quickly but oh so wonderful. My body was shaking with pleasure. I yelled at him, "You son of a bitch, fuck this mother!" which was garbled, I am sure. God knows what you say having the best orgasm in your life.
When he pulled out of me, his perpetrator was full of both our love juices. I went to it, and my licking made him all hard again. When I took it in my mouth, which was quite a stretch, he fucked my mouth as I sucked him. More love juice poured into my mouth as he came. He looked into my eyes and said, "You are a hot cunt, Amy Bowens. Would you like me to put it in your ass?"
"Baby, I think it would hurt too much."
"Trust me, Mrs. Bowens."
Charles took his time to stretch me; it did hurt at first, but eventually, a new kind of pleasure tormented my body. I told him, "You are the first to fuck me like that."
"Good! I got mother's virginity after all."
We spent all day tormenting each other. I was his hot cunt, and he was my hot motherfucker. That day will stay with me for the rest of my life. It was not the last day we spent together, and even after he moved, we still had some contract. I think that day was always the best for both of us.
*
"Mom. I did it. I was with Charles all day. And what a day it was of sex, sex, sex. Hard to describe to you."
"I am happy for you, honey. And a black man to boot."
"I am happy you were so supportive."
"Of course I was, honey. I didn't want to feel so guilty after sleeping with your John."
"Aw, Maw..."
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