Giving to Neighbor’s Son

Hello, lovers of real-life sex stories. My name is Akile. I’m a 48-year-old, curvy, 1.70m tall, and covered woman. My husband is 55, slim (actually, “very thin” would be more accurate), and works as a truck driver for an international transportation company. I have a 24-year-old daughter who graduated from a two-year vocational school and now works shifts at a large shopping mall. My husband and I ended our sex life years ago, meaning he never got hard again. He’s been to every doctor and psychologist he’s ever seen, and yet his condition hasn’t improved. I’ve been longing for sex ever since. Well, this is a small town, everyone knows each other, and no matter how hungry I am for cock, I’ve been afraid of gossip and haven’t been able to get involved with anyone. That is, until I saw my next-door neighbor’s 18-year-old son, Osman, jerking off in the backyard on Women’s Day.

Our houses are side by side with a garden. That day was my next-door neighbor Fikriye’s day. Since it was summer, all the women who had participated had gathered on Fikriye’s front porch, chatting over tea, cake, and cookies. One of the women asked me for a lace sample, so I went back to my house to get it. I took the lace sample from the back room, and just as I was about to return, my eyes caught Osman in Fikriye’s backyard. Osman (my next-door neighbor Fikriye’s son) was masturbating under the vine. He was obviously aroused by the sight of women visiting his mother. When I slightly opened the curtain and looked closely, his wood-like cock was covered in veins; I can’t even describe how he was rubbing it. I was instantly aroused, and my pussy literally started to water. It’s not easy; I’ve been in bed with my husband for 11 years. I stood and watched Osman jerk off. As I watched, my hand automatically slid into my panties and began caressing and fingering my pussy. When Osman started squirting, I was completely consumed. I, too, had an orgasm from rubbing it. Anyway, I packed up and went back to Fikriye’s, but while chatting with the women, my mind was constantly on Osman and his magnificent cock…

That night, unable to resist, I grabbed a fresh, large eggplant from the fridge, sat alone in my bed, contented myself with thoughts of Osman, quenched my vagina, and went to sleep. From that day on, I’d invite Osman over to my house under the pretense of asking for help with small tasks and give him a naughty time. Of course, I was constantly watching him. Osman would sneak a look when I gave him a naughty time, and his face would swell. But he didn’t make any move, perhaps because he was afraid I’d tell his mother. This went on for another week or two, and I was even more aroused and unbearable. I realized that if I didn’t do something, Osman wouldn’t make any move. So I decided to play a trick on Osman. I put on black underwear, a thin white knit blouse, and opened the front of the neckline. My bra was completely visible. I put on my long, black, button-down skirt and unbuttoned the bottom four buttons so my calves were visible. In the kitchen, I flushed the sink, turned on the faucet a little, and let water run onto the floor. Then, saying, “The sink’s broken,” I called Osman over to look…

Osman came to fix the sink. When I squatted down in the kitchen and opened the cabinet door, Osman could see right through to my panties. When I leaned over slightly, the fork of my breasts nearly stuck in his nose. The perfume I’d applied was also a bit heavy. Osman immediately said, “It’s just the flush valve, Aunt Akile!” and replaced the flush valve. But he couldn’t take his eyes off me; his front looked like it had practically pitched a tent, his cock about to burst through his shorts. I thanked Osman for fixing the sink and moved on to the second part of my plan. As I rose from my crouch, half-bent over, I let out a sharp “Ahhhh!” and grabbed my waist, “Ugh, my waist!” I whimpered and remained in that position. Osman immediately said, “What happened, Aunt Akile? You’re okay?” “I think my back is stiff! Help me, get me up and take me to bed, please, I feel like a knife stuck in my back!” I said. Osman immediately got behind me, grabbed my armpits, and slowly tried to lift me up while I pressed my ass against Osman’s, practically feeling his cock against my cleft. As I leaned back, he pressed himself even harder against my ass, and his cock was rock hard…

Finally, with Osman’s help, I stood up, sighing and sighing. I wrapped my arm around Osman’s neck, pretending I couldn’t walk because of the pain in my back. Osman wrapped his arm around my waist and led me to my bedroom. He sat me on the edge of the bed and gently tried to lower me onto the bed, while I wrapped both arms around his neck for support. When my back touched the bed (since I hadn’t let go of his neck), I pulled Osman onto me, and our bodies were pressed together. I could feel Osman’s massive cock right against my pussy. Osman seemed to understand my intentions at that moment, but he still felt hesitant. He got off me and asked, “How’s it been? Does your back still hurt, Aunt Akile?” “It hurts terribly,” I said. “Aunt Akile, turn over on your stomach if you want, so I can rub your back!” He said, “Oh, that would be great!” I said, slowly turning over and lying face down. Osman climbed onto the bed, moved between my legs, and began rubbing my back with both hands. “Pull up my blouse and rub it!” I said…

Osman pulled my blouse up to the nape of my neck and started rubbing my waist, as if caressing it. “Oh, it feels good, go a little harder and don’t rub it in the same place all the time. It’s not just my waist, my whole back hurts!” I said. “Okay, Aunt Akile!” he said, sliding up and starting to rub my back, around the area where my bra’s clasp was. At one point, his fingers started to slide down the sides of my bra to my breasts, and I said, “Unclasp my bra so you can get some rest!” He unclasped my bra without making a sound and continued rubbing my back. When his hands started caressing the sides of my breasts, I started to get really wet, and I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure. Osman’s hands moved down to my waist again, and as he rubbed my waist, he tried to gently insert his thumbs under the waistband of my skirt. When I told Osman, “If you want, take off my skirt so it doesn’t wrinkle! It hurts so much there, so rub it!” Osman unzipped the back of my skirt and yanked it off in one fell swoop…

I was now left in only my panties. Osman sat on my thighs, his legs touching mine. For a moment, he lay on me, and his cock almost penetrated my panties. At that moment, I let out an “Oohhhhh!” I lifted my ass slightly and began to grind against his cock. That’s when Osman grabbed my shoulders and pressed himself down, and I felt his lips on my neck. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, and my ass, nibbling at my ass. The arrow had already left the bow. My pussy was also incredibly wet and soggy. When I reached back and pulled down my panties, Osman immediately sat up, removing first his shorts, then mine. When I turned over and looked, Osman’s veiny cock was quite swollen, its head almost bruised. I reached out, grabbed his cock, and pulled, saying, “Put it in my mouth!” Osman shifted, positioning himself as if he were sitting on my breasts, and offered his cock to my mouth…

First, I kissed the head of his cock, circled it a few times with my tongue, then took it in my mouth and began sucking. Within 10-15 seconds, Osman began to convulse. He was about to come, but he could barely contain himself. As I sucked harder, he began squirting his cum from my throat down to my stomach. After swallowing all his cum and licking his cock clean, he pulled his cock from my mouth and slid down my breasts, licking, kissing, and sucking. After licking my belly, he parted my legs, buried his head in my pussy, and began licking my pussy. He knew this job very well, fucking my pussy with his tongue. I was completely lost; my moans had turned into bellowing. He’d licked me twice, bringing me to orgasm for nearly half an hour. I managed to force his tongue out of my pussy by tugging at his hair. I grabbed his arms, pulled him up, and yelled, “Go ahead and shove it!” Osman began rubbing his cock against my pussy lips. I couldn’t resist, I said, “Stick it in! Just shove it in!”

Osman parted my pussy lips with his fingers, placed the head of his cock against my opening, and gripped my waist with both hands, pulling me closer as he thrust. His cock entered me completely, all at once, filling me up to the core. I felt such an “Ooohhh!” I felt like I was being ripped apart; I could feel the veins of his cock in every corner of my pussy. As Osman began to thrust slowly, you should have seen me writhe beneath him, heard the sounds of lust and the moans of pleasure. As Osman pumped into my pussy with ever-increasing speed, I began to orgasm again. My entire body trembled like pudding from the orgasmic spasms. I remember digging my nails into Osman’s back and screaming loudly. Osman was close to ejaculation, and he suddenly sped up even faster. How he fucks me, his balls slapping against my pussy…

Amidst my moans and gasps, Osman suddenly started squirting inside me, saying, “I’m coming!” Oh my God, it was amazing. Osman took one of my breasts in his mouth and sucked, while I shook my head wildly, orgasming once more. When Osman finished squirting, he collapsed on top of me, but his massive cock was still inside me. We caught his breath for a while. When Osman rolled over, I caught the eye of my daughter, Şeyda, standing at my bedroom door. Of course, we quickly pulled ourselves together. Osman put on his shorts and T-shirt, ran out of the house, and ran away. I sat my daughter down and explained everything, and she agreed.