My neighbor's son, Tristan, a 27-year-old man visiting from Maine, came over to drop off a package for me that had mistakenly been left at his mom's house. I noticed how tall he was as he walked up to the door. I was baking in the kitchen, my hands deep in dough on the counter, flour dusting the air and settling lightly on my light blue tank top.

I'm a slender, 41-year-old woman with mysterious eyes—deep grey with a bluish-green glimmer. My dark brown hair is straight but messy, pulled back with traces of silver throughout. My face is strong, with a feminine yet square jawline, wide lips, and a symmetrical nose.

I smiled slightly, my nostrils flaring, with just a hint of my straight teeth showing. “Come in, sorry about the mess,” I said. Around my eyes, subtle wrinkles radiated out, and my prominent eyebrows sat above high cheekbones, framing my square face. As Tristan walked into the room, I turned to look at him. The light from the window streamed through the cloud of flour, lighting up the side of my face and accentuating my features and classic beauty. I kept kneading the dough, interested in the way the day was shaping up for some excitement. I pushed my arms together and lifted up onto my tiptoes, effectively popping out my ass and nipples in one smooth knead. Tristan smiled sheepishly. I stopped kneading to adjust my modern, thick grey-framed glasses that gave me a real sexy mom vibe.

“Thanks so much for bringing that over. I saw that it had been delivered but I hadn't made it over to your mom's yet,” I said. Tristan's eyes cautiously wandered up and down me, my physique was noticeable. Strong yet thin, with small breasts, but large nipples poking through my thin shirt, I never wore a bra. My tank top just covered my small, heart-shaped butt. Below, long toned legs extended down to strong, wide feet adorned with red-painted toenails. I wore my little house shorts that barely covered my cheeks.

"It's no trouble, Ms. B," he said as he leaned up against the counter beside me, “I needed something to do.” I caught a little hint of flirt and pressed him, "How's your vacation going? Are you enjoying the area? And YOU can call me Scarlett". His mom had recently moved to the neighborhood, so this was his first time around. "I mean, it's pretty good. A little slow during the day, but I've been keeping busy with working out.”

He was lean and strong, with medium-length hair that fell carelessly to one side. His sharp jawline directed the focus right to his big, soft lips. He bit the lower one just slightly as I continued to knead the dough, pushing my chest together enough for my nipples to poke out considerably if he watched carefully enough. But he was a good boy and tried to keep his eyes on mine. "I haven't met any people my age to hang out with, but that's okay,” he said.

"Well, have you considered people a little older than you?" I asked, turning to him. I continued to knead the dough; it was somewhat too wet and made a curious sound as I pressed it repeatedly, and puckered my lips into a smile. "I haven't until just now," he said as he leaned back a little and put more weight on his outstretched arm—a very typical young-guy-flirting thing to do. It worked on me though, I'm easy these days.

"Hey, it's hot in here with the oven; let's go into the other room,” I suggested as I brushed his arm with my hand, leaving a little bit of flour on his arm hair and beckoned him with me. "Oh, sure," he said, following right behind me. A few steps later, I turned to switch the fan on, but he bumped into me. "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going!" His eyes came up from my butt to meet mine. "What do you want me to do with your package?" He said. "You can set it down right over there on the dresser next to the bed, thanks," I said, and feeling like I could move things along, added, "Since you helped me with my package, I'd love to help you with yours."

I stepped up to him as he turned back around and slid my hand up to rub the front of his jeans. It took a moment for him to realize what had just happened, but once he did he got a look in his eyes and scooped his arm around my back and pulled me in, pressing me into him. "That would be a perfect way to pay me back," he said, and his lips pressed in slowly to mine.

I ran my hands from his thick hair down his shirt to his waistband and followed it around to the front, fumbling to get his button undone and unzip him. He had already slid his hands underneath the back of my tank top, the thin fabric pulling tight on my front from his explorations. I got him unhooked and worked his boxers off with the pants, the heavy fabric dragging on his thigh muscles and dropping to the floor. He got my shirt off on my way down, and I looked up at him with just my little tits and big pointy nipples sticking out. Very different from the usual twenty year old girls he played with, I thought. I sat on my legs, kneeling, my tiny shorts riding up and my ass hanging out the sides.

He pulled his shirt off, almost ripping it, and the light from the bedroom window caught his stomach, showing a nice set of muscles leading right down to where I kneeled. Waiting, a look of innocence on my face, big doe eyes locking on his. I parted my lips and ran them up the side of his shaft, giving a kiss right where its root met his balls. A grunt from above, and I slid back down to the tip, rubbing my face hard against it. I opened wide and took him in my mouth. I stuck my tongue out slightly to guide him back until I gagged. He reached behind my head and held me in place for a moment until I pressed back, spitting slightly, hungry for air. Always looking up, holding his gaze while sucking his wet cock I garbled, “howth thith for a workouth?”

I reached up and held his flexed ass, squeezed, continued to reach past, running my finger along his ass crack before taking a firm grip from behind on both his testicles. I pulled them back slightly in rhythm with my head going up and down. I popped off the head with a suction kiss; it made a little snap sound. Then I flattened my tongue, padded my teeth with it and my upper lip, then guided him back until his head pressed my throat. A little uncomfortable, but it was having the desired effect.

Tristan had his eyes shut, almost clenching them with concentration, a hint of reluctance in the pleasure. He still had a handful of my hair and guided my head back and forth, the other hand gripping the dresser. "Hold on," he said and pulled back on my head, "I don’t want to cum yet. I wanna save it for you." He shifted his weight and pulled me up, effortlessly lifting me so that my tiptoes hit first when he set me down. "That was fucking amazing, that's the best blow job I've ever had."

I reached down and slipped my panties to my feet, and with one quick kick, I flipped them up onto his face. They dangled there for a second, he smiled dumbly and as he picked me up and carried me to the bed, they slid off onto the floor, forgotten.

"Oh fuck," I gasped as he lifted my legs and dumped me onto the mattress like a doll. I held on loosely to his neck, letting my head fall back into the rumpled blanket. His hand slid from under my legs up to my butt, squeezing hard as I stretched out my legs.. His other arm flexed, supporting my leg to guide it open. A few drops of sweat hit my belly from his forehead as he leaned down—I wished I had turned the fan on, but it was too late now. I tilted my hips and flexed my stomach muscles, waiting for him. Pushing with my foot on the bed, I lifted my pussy toward him, right at him, hoping for his lips. He just brushed by, lightly pressing his cheek to my outer lips. I could feel his face with my bush, gliding by, teasing me.

"Shit, I need you," I murmured, thinking I saw a smirk as his lips gently closed on my inner thigh, a few inches up, burning me with his wet kiss, quenching nothing and adding fuel to the fire. I reached my hand to the back of his head and pushed him down; his bottom lip landed neatly right above my clit.

He didn't move and slowly began to sing a low note. The subtle vibration directed right into me, filling me up; I couldn't get more swollen. My pussy gushed, and I tried to grind into him, but he moved back with me, always keeping the lightest pressure, his hot breath blowing down my lips. Through his long, slow moansong, his tongue inched down, split my inner lips slowly, and avoided my clit just barely, opening one side and then the other. Always just out of reach, just brushing the hood, so soft.

That fucking moan. "How long can he hold a note, dammit?" I pushed harder, and his tongue slipped into me slightly, and the hard, flat back of it pressed my clit firmly. He stopped moaning and moved it to either side slowly but firmly; I grabbed his hair and relaxed. He dragged his hand from my butt up my side and right to my fat nipple. He used his whole hand to gather up my tiny boob and squeezed my nipple, pulsating his grasp between his thumb and forefinger, milking me like a cow. The pulses from his hand matched each stroke with the meaty part of his tongue across my clit, nice and steady, no rush. This fucking guy, where did he get off being so patient? Fuck me already. He must've sensed my yearning and slid his other hand up to pull both nipples hard, lifting my upper back off the bed slightly with each nipple tug, my leash.

When he lifted my nipples, he put more weight inadvertently onto my pussy with his face, back and forth, up and down, hard and soft. Over and over, I was made of lust, it poured out of me, gushed up to him. My nipples started to drip from his overpowering milking; he sometimes lost his grip and had to readjust, getting a new handful of my chest, squeezing harder so that I couldn't slip out. His tongue lifted my back and circled the little head of my clit endless times, stirring me into a mess.

I dripped from everywhere, my eyes closed, "Oh fuck, oh shit, yes that's it,” I breathed. I had the sudden urge to hold his face down into my pussy until he couldn't breathe, just fucking suffocate him as I came gallons all over his face, squeezed his head with my legs till it popped, shoved his face all the way in me until he was licking my clit from inside. He started sucking it, the intense pressure filling my clit up more, he flicked the engorged little thing with the tip of his tongue as fast as he could.

A hand came down my butt and slipped from underneath, brushed my asshole, slid effortlessly into the wetness, and pressed my clit from inside with the pads of two, or three? fingers. I rocked back against it, then into his face, his fingers, then his face. I was made of heat; he became a part of me as I let out a guttural moan, clenching my teeth, clenching my butt, pushing on his hand, the sound like boots in mud, like too-wet dough, kneading, gushing, squelching, sucking, ungh.

“Fuck it,” I said and held his face into me with both hands with all the strength of my arms. He gasped a big breath and started to twist his head to either side with his thick tongue completely out of his mouth. God, it felt huge, how could a tongue feel as big as a cock? He started to tremble and shake as he rocked and took his hand out of me to try to push back to get some air. I started to cum, pussy lava pouring out of me. He reached up and grabbed my little tits in his hands and tried to pull the nipples almost right off, "Fuuuuuck," I groaned, turning the ugh of it into a moan surrounded by F and CK.

He pulled on my nipples again, still with his monster tongue wrapped down around me, inside me, it hurt but I kept building the fire in my cunt, radiating heat up and through my legs, but not letting it burst yet. We began to shake, he was already trembling, with me or just from being overpowered by me. He didn't deserve air, I thought, he just gets pussy till I finish cumming.

My arms began to weaken as I came again, harder this time, and I let the pressure off his head. A huge gush of fluid rushed out as he pulled back and sucked in a gasping breath of air. My nipples pulsed milk, my belly was slippery with the stuff. He ran his hand down my belly as he watched me cum, my cunt and asshole closing and opening with each spasm. "Good girl," he said breathlessly. He straightened up, crawled up over me, my pussy lips pulsing with blood, overfilled from the sucking. His leg brushed my pussy, and I made a sound like I was in pain. "It's so sensitive."

"That's how I like it," his low voice inside me, dark blue eyes looking into me, his arms wrapped around my head with one hand serpentine on my neck, the other bunching my hair, pushing my face into his pec. I opened my mouth and my lips parted onto his muscle as he pressed my face with fierceness, my features distorted and smashed by his strength. His hips slammed down my inner thighs, and he roughly rested his heavy cock right on my throbbing clit. I gasped and tried to move to one side by shifting my hips, but he had me kind of pinned, the weight of his cock a constant reminder of his control.

He released my head and pulled me up and out, exposing my neck, giving him plenty of space to bring his mouth right under my ear. He almost growled, my skin feeling every word from his wet lips, "Are you ready for my baby, you little cumslut?" and he shoved his hard cock deep into me, right up to his balls. He rocked his hips forward and slid one hand down to the small of my back and lifted my hips so that when he thrust, his cock tip hit my cervix, pounding it to mush, again and again.

"Oh fuck you," I stammered as I held onto his flexed shoulders, my eyes rolling back, somewhere between pain and ecstasy. His pubic bone ground my clit to a pulp and his cock slid ever deeper, just making an utter mess of my whole cunt. I was shaking and stammering, wondering if it was possible to have a seizure from cumming too hard. He had relentless, unforgiving strength, the softness of his tongue long lost to this beast that would crush me with his cock. He stopped talking and made animal grunts, sweat dripping from his chest and running down my crotch, I could feel my asshole flexing, squishing the juices in and out.

God, was I going to cum again? I couldn't form words to ask him to slow down. He battled my body with something closer to anger than lust, he was tensing up over and over, his cock was filling me up, continuously growing, into my cervix, smashing my ovaries. There was an intense pressure in my ass, my juices were everywhere, I couldn't think. He groaned and crushed me deep into the mattress. I felt his cum begin to flow into me, hot and thick, filling me up.

I lost all control and fell back into my mind, I was just one big wet cunt with long thick nipples dripping milk and cum, squirting out of all my holes, overfilled. I felt the weight of his body press into me, he breathed out and his muscles became soft again. His fat cock softening but still spurting thick ropes, slipped out of me, cum dripping down my pussy into my ass crack and soaking the mattress. A fucking mess. His muscular body pressed me ever deeper into my waning orgasm, the bed. I sucked in a small breath against his weight and passed out, lost in the dissipating heat.