Zeke Unzips His MILF's Zipper

ZEKE UNZIPS MILF'S ZIPPER

I was sitting on the patio of our neighbors, the Hortons, talking with Mrs. Horton, Lisa. I'm Zeke.

"How long are you home for?" she asked.

"Just through today. I came home yesterday and had to sign some papers for my college loan. I'm going back tonight. I have classes tomorrow."

I was having a hard time concentrating. The way she was sitting was getting to me.

"How long is the drive?" She asked.

"About two and a half hours."

She moved her leg. She was sitting on a lawn chair with her foot propped up on a little table. The result was a wonderful view of the inner thigh of her left leg. The smooth pale skin was really attractive in a sexual way. I'd seen Mrs. H's legs in a bathing suit. We'd gone to the pool with them many times when I was living at home. Her daughter Candy and I were a thing for a while. I had always liked Mrs. H., but I didn't realize that I was drawn to her sexually until now.

I'd caught sight of her in her underwear and in two piece swimsuits. I'd even caught a glimpse of her pussy, or the outline of it. I remember the time I was up in Candy's room, necking, and came downstairs for a drink. Mrs. H didn't realize I was with Candy and had been putting wash in the machine. She'd decided to wash her underwear too and had just finished stripping down when I walked into the kitchen. She was in the mud room where the washer was, stark naked. I caught a glimpse of her pussy before she shrieked and turned around. I quickly scurried out of there, apologizing as I left to go home. Candy wondered what had happened to me and finally came downstairs to find no one there. It wasn't until I saw her the next day that she knew what had happened. We laughed about it and I made a joke of comparing her features to her mother's.

Candy's pussy was nicer than her mother's, and though Mom had bigger tits, they weren't as nice as Candy's little mounds. I used to lie with her in her room and play with those tits while we were supposed to be doing homework. It's amazing that we never got caught by her parents. They respected her privacy and trusted her. They shouldn't have trusted me, though. We were hot and heavy our senior year (over eighteen) and after many months of dating and heavy petting, she yielded her cherry to me. Once we started, we didn't stop. She was on the pill (Mom didn't know) so we didn't have to worry about her getting pregnant.

I don't know what it was that broke us up. We went to different colleges and it became too much of a hassle to get together. She found another guy. I'm sure the lucky bastard enjoyed Candy's sweet pussy. I called it Candy's candy.

Anyway, my attention was focused on her mother. I wondered if she was purposefully giving me such a wonderful upskirt view of her thighs. She had just come home from work. She was wearing a dress with a zipper in the back. There was another zipper along her thigh that was partially undone, exposing a good bit of leg as I've already related. She was not wearing stockings. Her skin was so smooth and creamy that I couldn't take my eyes off her. I noticed when she casually touched the zipper and loosened it so it would slide up her leg more. As she moved around, more of her leg was visible and could see almost all the way to her panties. I felt my dick stirring. I was a horny young college kid and I hadn't been getting any, not since Candy. I was a junior and was heavily involved in my studies while still waiting to find the right girl.

I moved my chair, ostensibly to get out of the sun, but I positioned myself to get a better upskirt view of my neighbor.

My mom and dad were at work and Mr. H was not home. They'd split-up and were thinking about a divorce. She told me all about it. They had no reason to stay together once Candy was in college.

She began to talk about her and her husband's intimate life. She made a comment, "He has trouble getting it up any more."

I laughed and said, "That's hard to believe. You're such an attractive woman."

She said, "I'm pretty old and I sag in places that used to be firm."

I said, "There's more to women than just appearance." I don't know why I said it. I was trying to make her feel better.

She laughed, "You've got quite a line of bullshit. Did it work on Candy?"

"Not so much. She saw right through me."

She said, "I was sorry you two broke up. I thought you were right for each other."

"I thought so too. We just drifted apart."

Mrs. H stunned me when she said, "I knew you two were doing it."

I was speechless.

She said, "A mother can tell and you two left traces on the sheets in her bed."

I said, "I'm embarrassed."

"Why? You thought my daughter was hot and like any red-blooded young man, you wanted to fuck her."

I said, "I don't feel right talking about Candy and me."

"Even to her mother?"

I laughed, "Especially to her mother."

She laughed too. "My mom and dad didn't know what Boyd and I were doing, so I guess it's the way things usually are."

"I guess so."

She made an observation, "I find it interesting that the most important part of a couple's life together is known only to them. Their descendants know all about where they lived and worked, but have no idea of what they did in the bedroom. I do some genealogy and wonder if my grandparents had sex before they were married. I wondered about Mom and Dad too. Did they like oral sex? Did they ever cheat or swap with anyone."

I saw the irony of knowing everything but the most important things. I said, "It's hard for me to think of Mom and Dad screwing."

Mrs. H said, "Oh, they do. Believe me."

I looked curious so she continued, "We used to have parties with them when you kids were little. I must say that your dad was quite good in bed and Boyd really enjoying giving head to you mother."

I was stunned, too much information.

She asked me, "Were you a virgin when you first fucked my daughter."

I wasn't sure how to answer and just nodded.

"I thought so. I was glad she didn't give it up to some jock who was fucking all the girls in the school."

"We were of age. We waited until she was eighteen."

"Was that her birthday present?"

I was embarrassed when she asked, "Did you put a bow around your cock when you gave it to her? Did she blow out your candle?"

"Mrs. H, I don't feel comfortable talking about Candy like this. We had something special and were in love back then. I thought we'd be together forever."

She was moving in her chair, giving me a better view of her legs. I could see a bit of her panties. They were black, sexy. Her creamy thighs contrasted with the dark underwear that hid Mrs. H's treasures.

She went on, "I remember when we were first married, we did it every day. Now, I've gone months without sex. Hell, except for doing myself, I've been celibate since Boyd left."

"You haven't dated anyone?"

"Yeah, but nothing that amounted to anything. One guy had never been married and I could see why. Another wanted to take me to his place and fuck me on the first date. I've pretty much given up."

"You shouldn't do that. Just give it time. You'll find someone."

"Shit. I've lost the figure I once had. You should see the photos of me when I was young."

I was interested. I was enjoying talking with her and talking about her sex life was perversely interesting. I agreed to look at the photos, wondering what she looked like when she was young.

She said, "Come in. I'll see if I can find some."

We went in their house and she led us back to her bedroom. She invited me in while she rummaged around in the a closet.

"Here they are. Boyd kept this album. I always said it was his homemade porn stash."

Now I was more than mildly interested.

She invited me to sit beside her on the bed. I was beginning to get ideas.

She leafed through the photo album, one page at a time. Mrs. H was right; she was a looker when she was younger. There were some nice photos of her in evening gowns and such, but the album got really interested when she got to a page with her in various bikinis. She was hot. Her boobs were straining against her top and the imprint of her nipples was clearly visible. She had a nice flat tummy and her hips spread from her waist very nicely.

She pointed to one photo and said, "I'd look hideous in that suit."

I said, "Aw come on. You'd probably look great."

She laughed an said, "Come on Zeke, you're trying to flatter me."

She turned another page, more photos in bikinis.

She said, "What you see has all sagged and my boobs look like old water bags."

I made a bold statement that I thought might get me thrown out of her house. "I don't know, but you look pretty good to me. You're still a very attractive woman."

"Bullshit. You're full of it."

She was sitting beside me. I was getting the definite vibe that she was coming on to me.

I took another chance. I took the zipper in the back of her dress and began to lower it. When she didn't stop me, I continued, lowering it past her bra and down to the top of her butt.

I said, "I'd like to see what you look like now."

She looked at me in a funny way, trying to decide whether to smack me or let me continue.

I helped her to her feet and the dress fell off her shoulders. It caught at her hips for a moment and then she gave wiggle and let it fall to her feet.

As she stepped out of her shoes, she said, "I need to get out of these clothes anyway. It was so hot at the office today."

I looked at her from the side and said, "You look good to me, Mrs. H. I'll bet you'd look good in those bikinis."

I turned the page in the album. I don't know if she wanted me to because the photos on next page were of her topless.

"You shouldn't see those." She said.

"But I already have."

She lamented, "Look at how my tits stood up back then."

I took that as my cue to unhook her bra. I pulled it away from her chest and was treated to a wonderful view of her two tits. Her nipples were hard and her half-dollar-sized, dark brown areolas were perfectly centered. Her breasts did sag, but they still were beautiful.

"Very nice." I said. "You have beautiful breasts."

She smiled as I continued to flatter her. I held one breast in my hand, feeling its weight, rubbing my thumb over her nipple.

She said, "They're not as nice as Candy's"

I leaned in and kissed one nipple, then the other. "Oh yes, they are. They're wonderful."

She was getting aroused by my fondling her boobs. "You shouldn't be doing this." She said.

"Why not? We're both adults."

"It feels good." She sat on the bed with me beside her. When I leaned over to kiss her breasts again, she fell back onto the bed. I put my face in her chest, smelling her perfume, her lotion and her sweat. She was sweet.

She said, "I'm old enough to be your mother."

"But you're not. You're a MILF. I used to imagine what your tits would look like when you were walking around the yard in your halter tops. I remember one day when it looked like your breast was going to fall out of your top. Your nipple was so hard. I went home and jacked off. I never told Candy that her mom gave me a hardon."

Mrs. H was running her fingers through my hair when she said, "You're going to fuck me, aren't you?"

I said, "Only if you want me to."

She asked, "Do you know how to eat pussy?"

I wasn't experienced at that, but said, "Yes."

"I want you to eat my pussy. It's been so long since I've had a man down there."

I stood and took off my shirt. Then, I undid my pants. She was looking at me, focused on my cock. She hadn't had a young cock in a long time. I was going to show her what 'Little Zeke' could do.

I looked at her beautiful body. I caressed her legs, touching the skin I had longed for just a few minutes earlier. I knelt and kissed her feet, taking each toe into my mouth and sucking on it like it was a tiny cock. I did the same with her other foot, holding it up to my mouth. I was more aggressive with these toes.

"This little piggy went to market." I said as I sucked her big toe into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and bit lightly. I liked the way she tasted.

My hands were sliding up and down her soft thighs, feeling her sensitive skin. The flesh on a woman's inner thighs is truly special. Thighs are often exposed in shorts and swim suits, but when hidden beneath a skirt, they take on a different character. It becomes a quest to see a woman's thighs under her skirt. Her inner thighs are right next to her pussy, just inches away with a little hollow that forms when she had her legs apart.

"This little piggy stayed home." I sucked her next toe, the index toe, into my mouth. I teased the bottom of her foot with my finger while my other hand teased the edge of her panties, sneaking under for a peek and then moving back down her thigh.

"This little piggy had roast-beef." I swallowed her middle toe. I sucked on it, bobbing my head up and down. My hands were roaming over her body with one on her stomach while the other pulled her panties down at the side.

"This little piggy had none." I moved to the fourth toe, sucking on it like I had the others. I slid one hand under her panties to reach her ass cheek. My other hand was moving along her inner thigh, then behind her knee.

She was enjoying my game of little piggy, rubbing my hair as she sighed in response to my efforts. I was determined to take my time and do my best to please this woman. No quick dip and done like with a few girlfriends. Mrs. H was a real woman, an experienced woman who knew how to make love.

I sucked her last toe, "And this little piggy went wee, wee, wee all the way home.

My lips traced up her leg, over her knee and onto her soft thigh. I put my mouth over the crotch of her panties, munching on her pussy through the silky black material.

I put my fingers on her hips, gripping her panties. I slowly pulled them down. Her pubic hair came into view. She had a nice dark patch of kinkily hair. Then, I exposed her slit. Her legs were together to help me remove her panty. The dark pink flesh between her pussy lips peeked out at me. The panties slid free of her pelvis and I slowly pulled them down her legs, sliding along her shaved and silky legs. She pulled one foot out and I pulled her panties from the other. Now she was gloriously naked.

I looked at the scruffy patch of pussy hair over her vulva. She moved her legs apart, spreading her labia to expose her inner lips and inner treasure. I was amazed at where I was and what I was doing. I was looking at my ex-girlfriend's mom's pussy.

As I moved to begin eating her, she said, "I hope you don't mind the pussy hair. I shaved it when Boyd was here, but now I don't bother since I'm the only one who sees it."

I said, "I prefer hair on a pussy." I decided to give her too much information and said, "Your daughter shaved her pussy, but I asked her let it grow back. She did it, which made me feel good. She wanted to please me."

Mrs. H said, "I really don't need to hear details about my daughter's pussy."

I took a moment to take in the sight of Mrs. H's pussy. I was seeing something that few men had ever seen. Her husband was undoubtedly familiar with her cunt. I thought how stupid he must be to leave something like this. Eating a woman's pussy is more intimate than the actual act of intercourse. I was looking at her intimate anatomy. Every crease and crevice was visible. There was no skin covering the raw flesh between her labia, just her. Her tuft of pussy hair was sort of in an hourglass shape.

I touched her, sliding my fingers along her slippery split. I put my face close to her and flicked my tongue on her clitoris. When I put it in my mouth and sucked her juices, she reacted. Fluid poured from her pussy. I loved how she tasted. Hers was only the second pussy I had ever eaten. She tasted similar to her daughter. I wondered if all pussies taste the same or if it was just a family resemblance.

I went after her methodically at first, then mixed in some flurries of rapid attention to different parts of her pussy. I found her vagina with my fingers and slid them inside her. She wanted more and rolled over to sit on my face. She rode me vigorously, smothering me with her cunt. I had trouble getting a breath. She was wet; nectar was pouring from her. I tried to lap it all up. She was delicious.

After a good session of eating her luscious pussy, she rolled off me and went to her hands and knees.

"Fuck me." She pleaded. I did.

My cock slid into her slippery hole and she gripped me with her inner muscles. I watched my cock disappear into her hair-rimmed hole. I could see her asshole. Who has ever though about seeing the neighbor lady's asshole?

My dick was pumping faster and we were both approaching orgasm. When I couldn't hold off any longer, I grabbed her hips and rammed my cock as far inside her as I could. She had been coming for a while and continued as my cum poured into her. I took a moment to reflect on my amazement at having nailed the MILF next door. I rolled off and we began to recover.

She went to the bathroom and I started to get dressed. She stopped me.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"I was going home for supper. I thought we were done."

She pushed me back on the bed. "You're not done. I want you to fuck me again. We'll go slower and make it last."

I certainly didn't object to that proposal. After peeing and resting, she was ready to go. My dick hadn't revived, so she was nice enough to help me regain my erection. She took my dick in her mouth and sucked on it. She was smiling, amused at the thought of taking the neighbor boy's cock in her mouth. She never would've imagined this happening when I was still living next door. I had imagined fucking her though. She was good at sucking my cock, doing things with her tongue while my dick was in her mouth.

She did something with her tongue, then looked up and said, "Your daddy liked that."

When I was ready, she reclined and I mounted her, missionary style.

As my dick slid along the tight walls of her vagina, we talked.

She told me how she had needed sex and hoped I would come back for more.

She was telling me that I was good at eating her pussy. I said, "You taste like Candy."

"Which kind?" she laughed.

"Both." Meaning her daughter and the stuff you buy at a store.

"You should call her again. I think she regrets breaking up with you."

I promised to call Candy.

I refocused on pleasing and enjoying Mrs. H. I called her that and she insisted that I call her Lisa. "I think we can skip the formality and use my first name since your fucking me." I agreed to call her Lisa, but habits are hard to break.

It seemed to be inappropriate to kiss Lisa in a sexual way. I had no problem sucking her tits. They had a salty taste after she had been active all day. I thought her tits were every bit as marvelous as her daughter's. We took our time in a nice leisurely fuck. My previous experience had been rapid passionate sex. Doing it slower, with time to savor the sensations of each other, was something new. I liked it and I knew she did too.

I was able to bring Lisa off again and deposited another load of semen into her womb. I rolled off. She thanked me. "I needed that." She said.

I got dressed and went back to my parents' house for dinner. I mentioned that I had visited Mrs. H next door. Mom asked why I had been there so long and I mentioned that she was showing me some old photos albums. I failed to mention the nude photos of our neighbor.

When I referred to our neighbor a Lisa, my mother chided me for being disrespectful. She had no idea.

After dinner, I returned to school.

Postscript:

I did call Candy and we talked for an hour. The connection we had was still there. She wasn't going with anyone. I arranged to visit her the next weekend. We had a good time, no sex, but a renewed interest.

I had to tell her about my liaison with her mom. I opened with. "Your Mom suggested I call you. I'm glad she did."

"Yes, she said you had visited."

"What else did she say?"

"Not much, why?"

I was searching for words, "When I visited her, something happened."

"Oh, something bad?"

"Not at all."

"What was it?"

"We fooled around."

Candy was silent, then burst out saying, "You fucked my mother?"

"I didn't mean to." I lamely said.

"What do you mean you didn't mean to? Your dick just accidentally slipped into her pussy."

"That's not what I meant. I didn't go over with that in mind. It just happened."

"Did she rape you?"

"No." I was stumped.

"So you were a willing participant?"

I tried to explain. "I had thought of her as a MILF."

"Were you were thinking about fucking my mother when you we dating and fucking me?"

"No. it wasn't like that." Actually, it was.

Candy shook her head. "What did you two do?"

I said, "You know, the normal stuff."

"I don't know what the normal stuff is with a guy fucking his girlfriend's mother." I liked that she referred to herself as my girlfriend.

"Well, I went down on her and then we had intercourse.... twice."

I was expecting Candy to get angry and end our conversation and the weekend. She didn't. She was thinking and then smiled.

"You asshole. You went over and fucked my mother. Was she better than me?"

I said, "She was great, but not as good as you." I made a smart-ass remark. "I did notice some family resemblance."

"What do you mean? Does my pussy look like hers? They all pretty much look the same."

"No. I just see some of the same traits." I was stumbling for words and finally just said, "I told her she tasted like Candy."

Candy laughed, the asked seriously, "Did you tell her about us, that you fucked me and ate my pussy?"

"I did."

"You asshole. My mom doesn't need to know who I fuck."

"Well, she pried it out of me with leading questions like asking if your tits looked like hers"

"She's all saggy."

"Yeah, but she showed me some photos of when she was younger and her tits looked just like yours."

"She showed you those nude photos that Daddy took?"

"Well, yes."

"Penny (her older sister) and I found that album and were shocked at our mother. She was good looking, but she is a slut. Did you see the ones of her sucking the black guy's dick?"

"No, we didn't get that far in the album. I got distracted."

Candy pondered her thoughts and said, "Well, good for her and good for you."

"What?" It was not the reaction I had expected.

Candy said, "Mom needed that. She hadn't been fucked since Daddy left. I should've known when she called up all cheerful two weeks ago."

"That was right after when I visited."

"She can be a bitch when she isn't getting any. Penny and I used to talk to Daddy when he came home from work. We'd tell him Mom was in a bad mood and he needed to take her back to the bedroom and fuck her so she would leave us alone. They would disappear for about an hour, then Mom would come out all happy and bubbly, wanting to go for ice cream or to a movie. She didn't think we knew what they were doing. We'd listen through the walls and try to determine what they were doing. We didn't understand what she meant when she asked him to eat her." Candy laughed.

I was greatly relieved that Candy was so understanding, although she continued to make jokes about me and her mom. I blush at some of them.

The big question was when she asked, "Are you going to do her again?"

"I don't think so."

She knew my meaning. Whether we got back together would be a big factor. If Candy and I got back together, it would be awkward to be fucking her mom too.

Candy said, "You can do her for her birthday and at Christmas, but that's all."

Well, Candy and I did get back together. We are engaged with the wedding coming up this summer.

When we were talking about our plans, Candy said, "I think my mom wants to come along on our honeymoon."

I didn't know if she was kidding or not.