The Good Neighbor: Erotic MILF Seduction

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As he followed her to the kitchen he thought that the fact she had invited him in even with his comments last time and having the kids down for a nap so they were alone, she might be giving him an opportunity. If he got the chance he decided to test it, really test it. When they got to the kitchen the first thing Jim saw was 5 empty beer bottles sitting in a row. He wondered if she had drank those this morning. Pam pulled two from the fridge, opened both, handed one to Jim and proceeded to down a third of hers before lowering it. He took the last swallow of beer, walked over, set it on the counter next to the sink and like last time put a hand on the counter on each side of her. She said nothing more. The silence stretched out for a long while. Jim finally decided she must be angry or disgusted at what he said last time he was there. As he talked he had turned his hand so the palm was against the soft skin of her belly, then slowly slipped his fingertips under the top band her leggings.

I need to get home and get supper going." Jim said as he stood and headed for the door, "Thanks for the beer." he said over his shoulder as he stepped out. They stood staring at each other for a few moments then Jim said, "Well, it's mowed, until next time that is. I guess I'll go home and relax." Jim could feel a warm wet flush around his fingers and kept right on fingering her pussy, rubbing her clit as she came, whispering to her, "That's it! That's it! Cum for me! Cum hard baby. Cum hard!"

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Yes well it does feel kind of good, but I just don't have the same sex drive I did." Ellen replied. You do know I can help with that, right?" He whispered as he leaned closer so that his lips were almost against her ear. It's hot out here. I need something to drink. Well I guess I'll go..." He began only to be interrupted by Pam blurting, "Would you...like a...a beer?"

Yeah," I said. "I just didn't feel like going into work on such a pretty day. By the way, what are you doing home?" Ten minutes later Mary was standing at the door to the kitchen. I opened it and invited her in. She had some cut off shorts, t-shirt and sandals on. For the next month it was the same. Jim helped her with the lawn and fixed a few things that were broken. Her husband, Carl, came home twice and stayed for a few days, but was gone the rest of the time. A month and a half after Pam and Carl moved in Ellen and Jim were having lunch on Saturday when Ellen began to talk about Pam. She thinks Carl is cheating on her." Ellen said, "She keeps saying how she'd love to have sex but he rarely does it with her. She even told me she might have an affair. I told her that when she gets to menopause she won't want it any more."After a bit Pam slumped against the counter top and she moaned, "Please...stop...I'm so...oh...oh...sensitive..." He called last night. He won't be home for another week and a half." She replied, tipping her beer up and finishing it. She set the empty on the counter, pulled a second from the fridge, opened it, tipped it up and drained a third before she pulled from her lips. Jim gulped the last swallow of his beer, stepped close to Pam as he set the empty on the counter. He put a hand on the counter top on each side of her so that she was penned in. Why not?" Jim asked in a low voice as he leaned forward, put his face close to her hair and breathed in the smell of her.