My Widow Neighbor Bred Me

The summer heat clung to everything as I stood at my bedroom window, twenty-two and barely a month out of college, watching the backyard next door. Rochelle lay on her lounge chair again, topless, her forty-eight-year-old body gleaming under the sun. Ever since her husband died last year she had started sunbathing like that, heavy tits spread and shining with oil, dark nipples tight, wide hips and thick thighs relaxed, that plump ass filling the chair. I had been quietly lusting after her for months, cock hardening every afternoon while I imagined those curves under me. Today she turned, caught me staring openly, and smiled. She stood, tits swaying, and called across the fence in a husky voice. "Declan, come over for lemonade. Too hot to hide up there." I knew she had seen the bulge in my shorts. The invitation crackled with the same filthy want I felt. I went downstairs and through her gate, already aching.

She met me on the patio in only bikini bottoms, pouring iced lemonade while her breasts jostled. We both felt the tension. She handed me a glass and sat, legs crossing so her thighs pressed together. "You've been watching me fuck myself with your eyes for weeks," she said, not angry. "I'm forty-eight and my cunt has been empty and dripping since I buried him. Months of lying out here thinking about a young stud breeding this neglected pussy, filling me until I swell." My cock jerked. I set the glass down. "I've jerked off countless times picturing exactly that. Knocking you up, pumping load after load into you until you're carrying my kid." The honesty snapped whatever was left. I lunged, mouth crashing onto hers in a hungry kiss. She moaned and groped my erection through my pants while I squeezed her oiled tits, thumbs rolling her nipples. We stumbled inside, her hands yanking my zipper, mine shoving into her bottoms to find her already soaked and hot.

She dropped to her knees on the rug the second we cleared the door, forty-eight and eager, pulling my cock free. It sprang out thick and leaking. "Let your breeding slut taste it," she growled, then swallowed me sloppily, lips stretching, tongue flat as she took me to the root. Her throat convulsed, spit pouring down her chin and onto my balls while she gagged and pushed deeper, humming around the head. She pulled off with a wet string of saliva, stroking the slick shaft. "I'm your eager breeding slut, Declan. Use my mouth then flood my womb." She dove back down, nose buried, eyes watering, sucking hard and messy until drool pooled on the floor. I gripped her hair and fucked her face for a dozen strokes, her moans vibrating, before she stood and shoved me onto the couch.

Rochelle turned and straddled me reverse, fat ass presented. She reached back, spread her cheeks, and sank her soaked pussy onto my cock in one slow glide, walls gripping tight and hot. "Watch this ass bounce while you breed me," she panted, then rode hard. Her thick cheeks clapped and rippled, pussy lips clinging and creaming my shaft with every drop. I slapped one cheek, watching it jiggle, gripping her hips to slam her down. "Ride it, filthy MILF slut. Milk this cock." She ground and bounced faster, tits swinging forward, asshole winking above where I stretched her. Juice ran down my balls. I rubbed her clit from behind until she squealed and clenched.

I flipped her onto her back, folding her thick legs up into a mating press, knees near her shoulders, pussy gaping and dripping. I drove in balls-deep, hitting deep, and pounded. Wet squelches filled the room as her heavy tits bounced and slapped. "Fill my womb," she growled, nails in my back. "Breed this neglected cunt. Pump me full until I leak your baby batter for days." I hammered harder, sweat mixing with her oil, watching her belly shift with each thrust. "You want it, don't you? Want this young load knocking up your forty-eight-year-old pussy? Gonna creampie you so deep it takes." She wailed yes, legs locked, cunt spasming and squirting around me. "Yes, breed your eager slut! Shoot every drop in my womb. Make my belly swell. Don't waste it, flood me!"

Her orgasm clamped down, milking me. I roared and erupted, massive pulses of cum jetting against her cervix, so much it bubbled out around my shaft in thick white cream even as I kept grinding it back inside. She spasmed and begged, "Every drop, all of it, plug me full, I need your seed swimming in me!" I thrust through the flood, stuffing the overflowing creampie deeper while she shook and clenched, pussy sucking every spurt from my balls until we were both slick and gasping, her eyes rolled back.

Still buried balls-deep, I kept lazily thrusting, stirring the hot mess, cum and her squirt squelching with each slow pump. Rochelle purred, body loose, "Stay in. I'm not on birth control. Can't wait to watch my belly swell with your baby." She clenched around the plug of seed. "This is only the beginning. Use my fertile holes all summer—mouth, ass, this bred pussy—whenever you want. Fill me over and over." I nodded, still moving inside her, "Every day, slut," and kept the lazy strokes going as the afterglow hummed between us.