THE MILF NEXT DOOR………
You've seen those ads on TV right?

You know

Yeah, that's them.
Bullshit,
right???
the ones I mean, with the ultra-hot, ultra-stacked, lingerie chick holding a phone, and purring in a sultry voice about how "this is where erotic adults meet", and how "you'll instantly be talking to women just like me in your community."

There are no women like you I my community, you might say. Or, women like you don't talk to guys like me.

That's what I always thought, and so I never bothered to call. Now I'm starting to wonder if I might have been incorrect in my opinion.

It really doesn't matter that much, as I've only turned eighteen six short months ago, and wouldn't have been able to join anyway, but recent events have made me consider it more seriously in the future.

Of course, that depends on how things work out tomorrow night. Now that I know what I know, the sky's the limit.

Right now, I'm sure you're as confused as I was, so let me explain...

***

I'm just like any teenage guy, which is to say horny 24/7, and always on the lookout for a chance to satisfy that horniness. Actual female companionship, with a woman I liked, was attracted to, and who felt the same way about me, would be preferred, but that was not always available. Depending on my desperation, I could do without the feelings, or even the attractiveness. Eventually, even the actual woman became a luxury, and I would make do with a nude photo and my right hand.

So, when I came across ads in my email for websites that featured 'lonely wives', 'horny young mothers ', or 'MILFs', and offered photos of these women, I was just gullible enough to bite.

I mean, really... if someone was offering nude photos, and all you had to do was sign up with an email and a name... well, I could set up a fake name, and go for it. So, I did.

I needed a screen name. Studmuffin was taken. In fact, there were several dozen, all with a numerical suffix. Very unique and original... Not. I wanted something different, that would set me apart, and be memorable, because I still held out hope that I might get more out of this than mere photos.

It took me a while, but I finally came up with one, and thus became 'RUnaughty2'. I entered the site, and immediately got responses from women who were online then.

There were tabs at the top of the page, and one of them said 'All', so I touched it, and a few seconds later, the screen filled with thumbnail photos of hundreds of women. I clicked on one.

Blonde, relatively pretty, but a little too, um, well fed, for my tastes, I moved on. Click. No. Click. Nice tits, but she's dressed. Come on honey, show us those puppies. Click. Really? Passing off a porn star as yourself? I recognize her from a movie in my collection.

So it went. I clicked away, saving photos that interested me, and weeding out those that didn't have what I was looking for. I paused and read a few of the bios. Then I noticed the little gear-shaped icon at the top of the page.

On the settings menu, there was a question about proximity. I set it for 'twenty miles'. The next question was about relationship goals. I clicked on 'sex', bypassing the longer-term options. I clicked 'save', and exited the menu.

"Ah, new pictures, " I smiled, as the filters took effect, sorting through the thousands of possible women. It left me with a smaller, but still daunting list of a few hundred. "Okay. I'll get back to this another day, " I said, satisfied with the first day's haul... several dozen nude photos of women willing to show their bodies, for the possibility of meeting someone fun.

***

I made use of my new pictures, satisfying my urges for now. If this was all I got out of the site, I'd still be happy... but one could always hope for more.

Anyway, with today's needs met, and a drink in hand, I grabbed my basketball and went outside. I'd shoot some hoops, and see if any of my friends were around.

It didn't take long for my presence outside to pay dividends, and I heard a voice from behind me.

"Hi Ronnie!" the voice called. It was female, and very sweet, and I recognized it immediately. I flipped the ball blindly over my head, and took a step toward the backboard.

As I jumped, the ball miraculously appeared, bouncing off the backboard. I rebounded it, and slammed it through the hoop.

"Nice one!" she giggled, and high-fived me. It was Amy, a friend of mine from school, who also lived across the street and two doors down. She was the girl of my dreams, but for some reason, had chosen me as a friend. I couldn't work up the courage to tell her I would like our relationship to be much, much more.

I passed her the ball, and she began to dribble, turning her back to me, but moving toward the bucket. She bumped her sexy ass into me while I guarded her, then did it again, before spinning, and putting up a nice little jump shot.

My eyes didn't follow the ball, instead locking onto two objects that held more immediate interest for me. Amy had nice tits, very full, round, and bouncy, and she didn't seem to mind me checking them out. In fact, she would sometimes decoy me with a deliberate jiggle, before faking me out of my socks, and making a basket.

"You're so easy, " she laughed. "Playing against girls is tougher. They're not interested in my chest, and don't fall for it like you do."

A honk from the road made us turn, and a hand popped up through the sunroof of a passing Mercedes sedan. It pulled into Amy's driveway.

"Hi Mom!" she waved.

"Hi, Mrs. Coleman, " I called across the street, and she returned the wave. She disappeared into the house.

"How's everything, anyway?" I asked Amy, referring to the continuing saga of her parents pending divorce.

"Pretty much the same, " she smiled, making another shot. "My Dad's still fucking some bimbo, and still being an asshole to my Mom. The lawyers are dealing with it, since my parents can't be in the same room without causing a huge fight. It's frustrating. I wish it was just... Over." She flipped her blonde hair aside, and looked at me with her blue eyes. "I should go see if mom needs help with dinner. See ya later!"

With that she was off, flipping me the ball, and leaving me to watch her firm ass as she jogged across the road. She really was hot. Maybe someday...

***

A few days later, I was again perusing the site, sorting through the photos. One caught my eye, and required another look.

The picture was very artistic, which immediately made it stand out from the scores of crappy selfies on here. Shot against a dark background, the photo showed only a portion of her, wearing a black dress. Her face was hidden by her hand, but one eye peeked out through her spread fingers, and most of her smile was visible. The neckline of her dress showed her large breasts, bulging up deliciously.

The photo was enough to make me mark her profile as a favourite, and read her bio more carefully. Her screen name, 'MILFun36FF', piqued my interest, and I assumed the last four digits were her bra size, which really piqued my interest. I had always been a breast man, ever since I first noticed that women had those wonderful, soft spots on their bodies.

So, every day, I would check for new pics of her, and about once or twice a week, I would be rewarded.

I clicked on her latest picture. As selfies go it was a pretty good picture, artistically framed to exclude the most identifiable portions of her face, but show the bits I was most interested in.

The top left corner showed just a corner of her smiling mouth, and pouty, lipstick-enhanced lips. Centred in the frame, her finger dragged the scoop neckline of her t-shirt lower, revealing a teasing portion of black, lacey bra, and cleavage as deep as a crevasse in the Himalayas. God, she had great tits, and wasn't afraid to show them, at least in teasing glimpses. I was hoping future postings would show them just a little more, but this one was good anyway, so I saved it.

Every few days, a new photo of the mysterious, mature woman would appear in her account, and I would have my appetite for her body increased just a little bit more.

One of my favourites was a full length shot of her in profile, obviously taken in a mirror. Once again, her face was obscured, this time by the phone in her hand, which blocked it out with maddening perfection. It did reveal a little more about her hair, though. Long, wavy and deliciously auburn in colour, it tumbled over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. In the picture, she was wearing a short black skirt. Just a short, black skirt, which hugged her ass nicely, and showed her shapely legs very well, all the way down to the high, sexy heels on her pretty feet. She had one foot up on its toes, making her calf tighter and more athletic looking.

Above the waist, she had her arm wrapped around her chest, with the spread fingers of her hand curved around her near breast. Those full globes bulged out above and below her arm, belying their volume. It must have been a difficult pose to accomplish, getting everything just so. She was making a serious effort, and had some seriously impressive tits.

I finally decided that it was time to do more than just download her photos. I would send her a message, but I wanted to be sure it wasn't just any message. Nothing that she would just read and delete without a second thought. I finally decided on humour.

»What's a nice girl like you doing on a site like this? I sent. Her icon told me she was online, and she responded soon after.

»So who says I'm a nice girl? Maybe I'm a bad girl. I like your name. Are you naughty, too? ;-) she replied.

»Ooooo, bad girls are even better! I like your name, too, especially the last part I typed.

»So... You like older women, with big tits, do you? she asked.

»Mmmmm, yes. Love 'em, I answered.

»Well, I certainly qualify. How old are you, Naughty? she queried.

»Twenty, I lied, padding my age a year. Okay... Two.

»Mmmmm. You like big boobed MILFs, and I like young stallions like yourself. Sounds like heaven to me. Tell me, my Naughty... can you keep it up all night long? I really like to fuck, for hours and hours. Will you keep me happy in bed? she probed.

»I'll die trying, I replied.

»That's not the kind of stiff I'm interested in, honey! LOL, she answered.

»Can we meet? I asked, eager to get going.

»Not so fast, stud! I think a little anticipation is a good thing, and I have to go out for the day. I want you to think about my big, soft, natural tits, and I'll think about that beautiful big cock of yours. I'll be in touch. Kisses.

Shit! So close, and yet so far!

***

She left me hanging for two whole days. I was just about to write her off as a loss when she resurfaced, in the evening of the second day.

»Hi, Naughty! Miss me? she asked.

»Yes! I thought you lost interest, I answered.

»Hah! Hardly. Been thinking about you a lot. Just been very busy with life.she replied.

»I've been thinking about you too I typed.

»How about I make it up to you? Would you like a personal picture? she sent.

The site had no rules about posted pictures. There were plenty of tits available for viewing, but some women held the good stuff in reserve, until they had reason to let them out. MILFun36FF was one of those.

»Love one. Are you shy? I asked.

»Oh yes, terribly shy. Wink, wink. Check your box, she teased.

I clicked the icon, and cursed, as the little circle cursor told me it was downloading.

"Come on! Come on! Hurry!" I gasped impatiently. Finally, the screen was filled with a picture.

Wow!

In truth, it didn't really show much more than her other pics, but it was different. She was holding her top up, showing me her huge breasts, cradled in the cups of a lacey bra. The bra was black, always sexy, and almost covered her nipples. Almost, as a little bit of darker coloured skin showed above the edge of the lace, and the holes in the coverage let me see the extent of her large, round areolas. A distinct bump in the centre showed her arousal.

»Got it? she asked.

»Oh yeah! Very nice! I replied.

»Glad you like them. I'm very proud of them. Wanna see more?

»Hell yes! I typed.

»Good. Come back tomorrow, about this time, and I'll send you another one. Then you can tell me what you want to do to me. Deal?

Damn! She was stringing me along, but I had nothing better to do.

»See you tomorrow, I replied.

***

Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.

As for me, I came plenty. That picture of her bountiful chest, and her promise of more, had me very wound up. I made several trips to the bathroom to relieve the stress. Thankfully, no one in my family noticed.

When the clock told me it was time, I logged on to the site, and drummed my fingers impatiently. Within minutes, her name popped up on the list of those online, and I clicked it.

»Hi Naughty! she responded. Prompt, aren't we? Perhaps a little excited?

»Never keep a lady waiting, I replied.

»Aww, you're sweet. Been thinking about me? she asked.

»Constantly. I typed.

»May I ask you a personal question? she sent back.

»Certainly. Whatever you want to know, I said, smiling as I typed it. There was a pause while she composed her message. Finally, I heard the bing as it arrived.

»You say you like my tits. Did you masturbate last night, looking at the picture I sent you?

Well, I did say 'whatever', didn't I? I debated on how honest I was going to be, then sent my reply.

»Absolutely. Five times. A new record.

»Mmmmm, I like that. Just thinking about you stroking your cock makes me very wet. So you came five times? That's a lot of cum, you naughty boy. So sad to waste it on a picture, when the real things are ready to be sprayed on. Tell me about your cock. Is it big? Is it hard now? If I was there, sucking it, would I be able to swallow it all, or is it more than a mouthful?

Is it hard now? Are you kidding me? After all those images you planted in my head? Titanium should be so stiff!

»Yes, it's hard, just thinking about you. It's about seven inches, and pretty thick. You might choke on it.

»Take it out. Stroke it for me.

»You promised me a picture, I reminded her.

»Yes, I did. Check your box, she replied.

I clicked the envelope icon, and my screen filled with an image of her breasts. Her right hand cupped her right breast, holding the huge globe up for my inspection. The left breast, unsupported, hung slightly lower, but not as much as you might expect, given the size of them. Her areolas were large and dark coloured, and a pink tip the size of my fingertip stood tall on each delectable sphere.

»Oh my god! Those are incredible! I typed with one hand. The other was busy, freeing my cock and jerking it smoothly. Okay. It's out, and I'm stroking it. God, you are so beautiful.

»Tell me what you want to do to me. Tell me what you'd do, if I were there with you, right now, and don't be shy.

»Well, the first thing I'd do is bury my face between those soft tits. I just love big breasts in my face. That was speculation. I'd never had anything even remotely like a pair such as hers in my face, but I was sure I'd like to. I'd suck those nipples for hours.

»Mmmmm, yes, I love having my nipples sucked. You could bite them a little, if you like. They're all yours. Would you like me to wrap them around your big cock? I give a great titty-fuck, if I do say so myself.

»I'll bet. You're certainly qualified. Yes, I'd like that.

»Is your cock drooling yet? I just love a cock dripping with that yummy pre-cum.

»What are you wearing? I know it's very cliché, but I'm a visual learner. Are you wearing something sexy? I asked.

»That depends... Is naked sexy? she typed.

»Hell yeah! Do you always chat naked?

»Only when I'm horny. So yeah, I suppose I do always chat naked. Recently, anyway.

»Why only recently?

»Because my asshole husband is in the process of becoming my ex-husband. He's found a younger model to fuck, and I'm alone for the first time in decades.

»Sorry I brought it up, I apologized. Are you okay?

»Yes. Sorry. I didn't mean to be a buzz-killer. Can we just pretend I didn't mention that? We were talking about why I was chatting naked.

»Yes, we were. So, you're horny? I sent. Fortunately, my erection was deaf, and only heard what I told it to hear.

»Mmmmm hmmm. I'm VERY horny, and VERY wet. I have one leg up over the arm of my chair, and the hand I'm not typing with is playing with my pussy. Do you like oral? Giving, I mean. All men like getting head. What about you, my bad boy? Do you lick a girl and send her to paradise?

»Absolutely. Do you taste good?

»Oh yes. Delicious. Mmmmm. If only you were here, I'd give you plenty to taste.

I had a picture in my head of her, fingers buried in her juicy twat. My cock was throbbing, forcing me to slow down if I wanted to last a little longer.

»Okay, so you know I love to suck pussy. Do you swallow, or spit? I probed.

»SWALLOW! I also love facials, and getting my tits covered in spunk. Just a sec... Need bothh hannds... she clicked.

I had a feeling that I knew why she needed both hands. I was alternately stroking and squeezing my shaft, holding back the flood. The long pause finally ended.

»O. M. G. That was soooooo good! I haven't cum like that in years. Are you gonna cum, too?

»Oh yeah!

»Do it! Jerk that cock, and shoot your hot cum! Pretend I'm there, kneeling in front of you, holding my big tits out for you to blast your jizz all over them! Look at the picture! Look at the picture!

I did, and that was it. Blammo! Cum leapt out of my cock, landing in thick stripes across the image on my tablet. Until I could persuade her to meet, this would have to do. My hands were shaking as I wiped the screen with several tissues.

»Does the silence mean you came, honey? she asked.

»Yup. Busted my nut all over the place. I think I'll need a nap. After I clean up, of course.

»Until tomorrow, then? I'll send you some more pics.

»Certainly. I'll be here. I typed.

»XOX, the screen displayed, and her icon disappeared from the screen.

It took me ten minutes to track down all the renegade semen. Better not let Mom find it.

***

The pictures started arriving early. I had my phone set to alert me when photos were sent to my box, and after the first two arrived, I turned off the ringer. My friends were pretty nosey, and I didn't need my teachers taking my phone for being disruptive. Even the vibrate setting was dangerous.

Amy was in several of my classes, and we sat beside each other in a few of them. She was casting little glances at me when she heard the faint buzz, a total of six times during the day.

"What's with the phone today, buddy?" she giggled, punching me in the shoulder as we walked down the hall. "Got a new girlfriend, who just can't do without you?"

"I like the way you think, " I smiled, "but no, it's not a girlfriend. Just spam."

It was a lie, of course, but I didn't think she'd understand what I was doing. It's a guy thing. Besides, I hadn't given up on getting into her pants yet, and didn't want to give her more reasons to say no.

During a visit to the restroom during lunch, I took a quick peek at the pictures she had sent. I had to stop myself from jerking off, right there in the stall.

Six photos. I wondered if the number was coincidental, or if she was intentionally suggesting that I go for a new record of self-abuse. Either way, it would have to wait until later this afternoon, when I got home.

When classes ended, I walked home as quickly as possible. I didn't even wait for Amy, as was the usual plan, I just raced home, hoping to catch my new favourite MILF online. Alas, even though there were other women available to chat, my busty sexpot wasn't among them, and I was focused on her. I perused her pictures, and got an instant erection, but wanted to save it for later. I had an idea of my own.

I heard the distinctive, metallic 'thump' of a ball hitting the rim, from outside, and peeked out my window. Amy was bouncing her ball, and gesturing for me to come out and play. That usually meant she wanted to talk, but today she was going to be a bigger distraction than usual. She was wearing a white t-shirt, and the shorts from her volleyball uniform.

Ah, those shorts. Many times I had watched her leap into the air, and drive a rocket spike into the opponents' court, as a star player on our girls volleyball team. The shorts were of the ass-hugging variety, skin tight, and barely enough to cover her beautiful posterior. They were constantly riding up, and she would reflexively tug them back over her muscular behind, after giving us all a little sample of the delights inside. I watched her for other reasons, as well. Two of them, and those two were currently bouncing nearly as much as the ball, under her t-shirt.

"Jesus, Amy, " I breathed, watching her sink a jump-shot, and wobble deliciously. She waved again. I sighed, and adjusted myself in my pants, hoping she wouldn't notice the bulge.

As I walked out the front door, she was bent over, tying her shoe. In those shorts, that just wasn't fair. I swear, I could see the crease of her pussy, covered by the tight fabric. I stood there, watching her ass, for the duration of her task, feeling my cock swell again. She stood, lifted her foot off the ball, and deftly flicked the ball up and off the backboard, passing it to herself as I approached.

"Nice outfit, " I smiled, and she wrinkled her nose at the comment.

"Yes, I know. You like the shorts, don't you?" she giggled. I think I saw her eyes dart downward to my crotch, but my own gaze was on the way up from her chest, so I couldn't be sure. I could see she was wearing a bra, but it wasn't the sports model she usually wore for athletic events. It was merely one of her daytime versions, and not made to stop her young, firm, round, mouthwatering boobs from causing a commotion under the thin cotton. She shot me the ball, and took a defensive stance.

"So, why'd you take off so fast after school? I was waiting for you, until someone told me you had already left, " she said, pouting a little. "I had to walk home all alone."

"Sorry. I had something I needed to take care of, " I lied. "I was focused on that." I was dribbling the ball as I spoke, and she made an unsuccessful lunge for it, drawing my eyes to her chest again. She was in full-tease mode, and bounced on her toes, under the guise of athletic readiness. I knew better.

"Well, did you... take care of it... or are you still distracted?" she asked, a mischievous grin showing she was fully aware of the distraction she presented. She lunged again, and I pivoted away, feeling her softness against my back for an instant.

"Foul!" I laughed, bumping back against her, then spinning left for a hook shot, that bounced harmlessly off the garage wall. Amy retrieved the ball, then backed away, now on offense.

The familiar honk signaled Mrs. Coleman's arrival, and we both waved as she passed. She stopped short of their driveway, and put the window down, waving Amy closer. I just stayed where I was, treated again to a view of Amy's ass as she bent from the waist to talk to her mother. Conversation completed, Amy returned, dribbling the ball.

"Mom sold a house today! She's ordering pizza for us for dinner, and you're invited, if you want, " she smiled, shifting from side to side. "We've got about an hour. Think you can beat me this time?"

Score was something we rarely kept during our games, but if she wanted to compete, I was happy to kick her delicious ass. I was taller, and stronger, but she was pretty athletic, and had the distraction advantage. I would have to curb my eyes if I was going to win.

So, for the next hour, we played. I admit, despite my best intentions, she was having an easy time getting past me. At school, she was well known as the possessor of two of the biggest tits in the senior class, easily in the top four, behind three other girls who couldn't hold a candle to her beauty, but whose own chests were larger. As I said, I have a weakness for big breasts, and Amy knew it. She knew I knew she knew it. I knew she knew I knew she knew it.

Yet despite the obvious flirtatious nature of our games, she still remained unresponsive to my moves, dating other guys, but never me. She was part of the reason I went on the website in the first place.

I was still ahead, but the score was very close, when Mrs. Coleman called to Amy.

"Pizza's almost here. Next, basket wins?" Amy smiled, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. We were both pretty warm, although my sweat might have had another reason.

"You're on!" I nodded, and focused on her face. She dribbled from side to side, faking one way, then the other, with a shake of her shoulders. I managed to keep my composure, not falling for the booby-bait this time, but appreciating the jiggle with my peripheral vision. She smiled, and stepped back.

"Damn! I see my usual offensive strategy has lost its effectiveness. I'll have to come up with something new."

"Give it your best shot, " I grinned back, as she moved forward again.

I don't know what I was expecting. All I can say for sure, is that I certainly wasn't expecting what happened next.

She faked right, and when I blocked her path... She kissed me! Right on the mouth!

My brain locked up. Even though it was only a quick peck, I froze in place long enough that she could have walked around me to make the winning layup. I didn't even turn to watch.

When I did finally turn, she was in the middle of a victory celebration, leaping in the air, and cackling happily.

"I won! I won!" she pointed. "I kicked your a-ss!" she sang. The dance that accompanied the song was worth the loss, as I was free to watch her tits try to escape her bra. She finally stopped dancing, and her boobs stopped a second later.

"I'm not sure that move is strictly legal, " I laughed, wiping my mouth of her moisture.

"Legal, shmegal... I won!" she giggled. She sniffed herself. "Ewww. I stink. I'm going to have a shower before pizza. You might want to do the same. Come over when you're done." She cast a playful glance over her shoulder, and jogged across the street, leaving me alone with my thoughts, and an erection that was not going to be denied.

***

Amy answered the door, looking freshly laundered and smug. Maybe she knew what I had just done in my shower, but she probably didn't know that she wasn't the whole reason why.

I had checked on the site. There was a message from... I still just knew her as 'MILFun36FF'. I'd have to ask for her name, sometime soon. Anyway, the message was just a note, saying she had been on, and was eager to chat more tonight. While I was there, I clicked on the second picture she sent today. The first one had been a crotch shot, with her wearing lace panties. In the second one, the panties were pulled up tight... and wedged between her thick, juicy, hairless labia. Those lips looked just so fucking hot, with that image in my head, I blew my load all over the shower wall within seconds.

I must admit, I did feel more relaxed afterward. I dressed, and scooted across to the Coleman's, after leaving my mother a note.

Amy walked me in. I had been in their house before, plenty of times, but not since things had fallen apart for her parents. I noticed a few things missing, presumably taken by her father when he moved out. It felt different.

"I hope you're hungry, Ronnie, " Mrs. Coleman smiled. There were two big boxes of pizza on the counter. "I may have ordered too much, but it's a celebration! Did Amy tell you? I sold a house today!"

"Yes Ma'am, she told me, " I smiled back. "Congratulations."

Emmaline Coleman was a real estate agent, and reasonable successful, as far as I knew. Her face was on bus benches all over town, so I would have known her as a beautiful woman even if she wasn't a neighbour. She had long, wavy blonde hair, lovely blue eyes, and very kissable lips. How her husband could have cheated on her, I don't know.

They had a pool in their yard, and while that meant I had seen Amy in a bikini often enough to fuel plenty of adolescent fantasies, I had never seen Emma, as she called herself, dressed in any way but proper. Her business attire was all business, and she seemed to carry that over to home as well. Still, I could discern enough to know that Amy's chest was a family trait. Tonight, she was dressed to relax, in comfortable jeans and a baggy sweatshirt.

Amy and I were loading our plates in the kitchen, when Mrs. Coleman came in, holding another box. This one was not pizza.

"What's that, Mom?" Amy asked.

"Oh, just a trinket I picked up. The place is looking a little sparse, so I splurged." She opened the lid, and pulled out a large styrofoam cube, placing it carefully on the counter. Setting the box aside, she gently opened the cube, lifting off the top half. She extracted the contents, and sat it on the breakfast bar, stepping back to admire it.

It was a piece of hand-blown, artisan glass. Rounded at the bottom, it split into two arms that spiraled upwards, intertwined. It was a flaming orange colour, with streaks of red, yellow, and blue swirling through the glass. It looked almost sexual, the way the two limbs twisted together, but that might have been my own warped impression.

"It's beautiful, Mom. Where are you going to put it?" Amy asked.

"I'm not sure. Someplace where it won't get knocked over, I think, " Mrs. Coleman replied. "It's one of a kind, hand-made, and kind of expensive, but I felt like getting it, so here it is." She turned it slightly, then turned it back. "I'll find the right place, later. Until then, please don't break it?"

We ate pizza, and watched TV. Mostly, I just listened to the two of them chatting with each other, and killed time until I had to go home. Amy took great delight in telling her mother that she beat me in our game.

"She beat you?" Mrs. Coleman smiled, arching her eyebrows.

"Well, I suppose, yes, technically. I'm not sure it should count though. She kind of cheated, " I laughed.

"Cheated? How?" Mrs. Coleman asked.

"Um, " I glanced at Amy, who was trying to suppress a giggle. "Let's just say, I've never seen Lebron James use that particular move, " I replied.

Amy lost it, howling with laughter, which made me join in. Mrs. Coleman did, too, although she was probably still in the dark about why. It was nice to be a part of happy emotions, in a house where there had been so much pain recently.

***

I excused myself as the time of my 'date' approached. Full of pizza, and eager to talk with my lusty, mature friend, I hustled home. Mom was back from her after-work yoga class, and eating dinner with Dad, who nodded as I came into view.

"Hi honey, " Mom smiled, as I passed them in the kitchen. "Did you get enough to eat, or would you like something else?"

"No, I'm fine, Mom, " I laughed. "Stuffed with pizza, I couldn't eat another bite. I'm just going to do my homework, and hit the sack. If I don't see you again, then goodnight." I grabbed a drink from the fridge, and headed up to my room.

I grabbed my tablet off the charger, and laid on my bed, logging in as I did. At precisely the agreed time, her icon appeared.

»Hello, Naughty. I see you're here. How was your day? Did you have trouble concentrating today? Did your professors catch you daydreaming, about my pictures?

Professors? No. You think I'm in college, but I'm just about to graduate high-school. As for my teachers, well, no, they didn't catch me, but I certainly was thinking about those pics you sent.

»I'm not sure, I typed. All the blood left my brain. Those were some pretty hot photos.

»Which one was your favourite? she sent.

Besides the two crotch shots, she had sent three more of her tits, from various angles, and one of her ass, showing that the panties wedged between her pussy lips were indeed a thong.

»Well, you know I love your breasts, but I'd have to say, the one of your panties yanked up between the lips of your pussy was the most impactful.

»'Impactful?' Why, I can't say anyone has ever used that word about my cunt before. By 'impactful', may I assume you mean... B-)

I laughed, and typed my response.

»Um, yeah. I did, but only once today.

»Only once? Bored of me already?

»Ha! Hardly. Saving it up for your surprise. I replied.

»I do love surprises. You know, we might have to meet soon. I'm not sure my fingers can take this much action. I was pretty horny all day today. I'm afraid I tied your record. That's a lot of masturbation, for me. I'd rather have your cock do the work.

»Well, he's out, and ready for duty, right now, I answered. Talk to me, hot stuff. Oh. You know... you call me Naughty, but I don't really have a name for you yet, other than 'Goddess of all that is Sexual'. Calling you MILFy just doesn't sound right. What shall I call you?

»Ooooooo, I like the 'Goddess' thing. Flattery like that will get you anywhere you want, honey. Hmmmm, let's see... Call me Angel. Close to Goddess, but easier to type.

»Angel it is.

»So, what's this surprise you have for me? she asked.

»I thought I'd send you something back, if that's alright? I asked.

»You want to send me a dick-pic? Why, Naughty, you really are a bad boy. Please do. I look forward to seeing your big cock. :-P

»Well, I had something slightly different in mind. Something a little more... Interactive. I teased.

»Intriguing. Tell me more.

»The picture of your pussy... I'd like another one, please? But pull those panties aside? Maybe slip a finger in there, too, and play with your clit?

»And?

»And I'll send you a video of me, stroking myself, while we chat. Does that sound okay? I begged.

»Naughty, you are a filthy little man, and I love it! Give me a second. I'll send you a little video, too. Do you have a particular colour underwear you'd like?

»The black lace ones were nice. How about them?

»Sorry, honey. Those are in the laundry. I was just soaking wet all day. Can I interest you in something blue? How about red? she offered.

»I trust your judgement. Surprise me.

One thing was certain. I was as hard as a rock, and despite my attempts to control my urges, my balls were already tight. I wasn't going to last long. I waited patiently. It took about a minute for her to respond.

»Okay honey. I'm ready. I think you'll like my choice. Now, I can't type, and record, and masturbate all at once, so you'll have to be patient with me.

»Certainly, Angel. I'll have the same problem. A third hand would be... handy, wouldn't it? After a lengthy pause, she was back, and a new item appeared in my box.

»I hope this meets your approval. Enjoy. she sent.

I clicked the item, and it began to download. Videos are bigger than pics, and take longer, testing my patience. It was worth the wait.

My screen filled with an image of her crotch, covered by a tiny pair of purple panties. They were silky-looking, and just covered her pussy. I clicked the play button, and it began. A fingertip moved in from the top of the screen, and ran over the hidden lips, revealing something I didn't initially see. The panties opened up, allowing her pussy to pout out through the slit in the fabric. Crotchless! More fingers appeared, spreading her lips open, and dipping into the obviously wet interior. I heard a soft moan, and turned up the volume as her fingers pumped in and out a few times, making wet, squishy noises. Now moistened, two fingers moved to pull back the hood on her clit, which was bright pink, and very prominent. She rubbed it gently.

My cock was throbbing. I realized that I'd better do my own video, before I had a spontaneous orgasm. I propped up the tablet so I could see it, then took my phone in my left hand. Tapping the tablet screen, I restarted her video, and pressed record on my phone.

My hand moved slowly, for the first few strokes. No lube was necessary, as I had plenty of pre-cum dripping down the shaft. About the time her fingers slipped into her cunt, my hand went into overdrive, and seconds later, I spurted, straight up.

Over the years, I've jerked off a few times. Okay, a few thousand times... but even for me, this was impressive. Cum shot up, then splattered down on my belly and hand, even as more was racing upward. It was even messier than last night, and devastatingly satisfying. When I was done, there was cum oozing down my hand, cock, and balls, and puddles of it on my stomach and chest. I had somehow kept from bellowing at the top of my lungs, and was catching my breath, when I ended the recording. I wiped myself with a towel.

»Naughty? You alive?

»Barely. I typed with one finger, while continuing the cleanup.

»So, you like?

»Oh, Angel, honey... you just made me cum like a fucking horse. Yes, I like.

»Do I get to see, horsey?

»Absolutely. Just sent it. It's messy. Have as much fun as I did.

»Oh, I'm sure I will. Give me a few minutes, she directed.

I went to the bathroom, and wiped myself again, finding still more semen I had missed. By the time I finished, I only had a minute to wait.

»Wow! Naughty, your cock? Oh my god! Promise me you'll cum all over me like that! That was incredible. I'm going to save that one, and use it to get myself off again, and again, and again.

»So, it was good for you, too? ;-)

»Fuck yeah! I think I squirted! I'm drenched, honey. I think there's only one direction left for us, you stud. We need to meet, so you can fuck my brains out. God, I want it. It's been too long since I felt this way. Please. Fuck me. Say you will?

My cock read the same thing I did, and despite having just blown the biggest load of my life, he was signaling in the affirmative.

»You'll get no argument from me, I typed, smiling wide. Name the time and place. I'll be there.

»I'll get back to you. Check your box for more pics tomorrow, stud. Goodnight for now, lover. XOXOXOX

Lover. I liked that. I had a feeling that my sum total of sexual experience, which numbered at two, was about to increase exponentially, in the bed of a mature, busty mystery woman.

I couldn't wait.