Here's to You Mrs Robinson

Billy Wilder was driving home after finishing his shift at the sub shop where he worked three days a week after school. He turned the corner onto his street and saw his next door neighbor, Mrs Robinson, walking her dog, Tik Tok. He beeped his horn and waved. She gave him a big smile and waved back enthusiastically. Mrs Robinson had been in the sub shop earlier in the evening for take out. He had served her and as usual she spent a lot of time chatting with him and running her hand up and down his arm. He was pretty sure she was flirting with him. But Mrs Robinson also was his Creative Writing instructor at the community college he attended. He didn't want to jeopardize his grades in case he misinterpreted her intentions.
He had a crush on Mrs Robinson and tried to sit up front in her class so as to be as close to her as possible. He couldn't take his eyes off her, especially when she sat on the edge of her desk and crossed her long toned legs. Often he had to use a book or his jacket to hide a stiffy when he was in her class.
Two years ago Mrs Robinson and her husband had moved into the house next door. He got to see her almost every day. A glimpse of her wearing shorts showing off those long legs and tight round ass would send him to his bedroom for some quick self satisfaction. Of course she wasn't the only woman he was obsessed with. Billy always had a thing for older women: female teachers, mothers of his friends, his mother's girlfriends, and even his own mother. Older women appealed to him not only for their soft curves but also because they seemed more worldly, more sophisticated, and more experienced than girls his own age. His mother and Mrs Robinson were for him by far the most sexually appealing women he knew.
Billy spent a lot of his spare time at home trying to see more of Mrs Robinson when she was outside or surprising his mother in various stages of undress. He knew Mrs Robinson's morning dog walking schedule and watched for her nearly every day. He'd also try to barge into his mother's bedroom (by accident, of course) while she was dressing. Catching her nearly nude never seemed to embarrass her or cause her to quickly cover up. She appeared to even enjoy his intense stares at her partially nude body. After each such occasion he had fantasy material for many a wet night. He realized that he was masturbating far too much but couldn't stop himself. His mother must have noticed because his sheets were a mess and finally one day she suggested with a sly smile that he might want to take tissues to bed with him.
Billy drove up his driveway, parked, and entered the house. It seemed strangely quiet and dark. The only light came from the family room. He peaked in and saw his mother sitting on the couch in her short terry cloth bathrobe. Her beautiful legs were tucked under her and a box of tissues sat on the end table beside her. She appeared to be crying and dabbed her eyes with a tissue when he entered the room.
"Are you OK, mom?" he asked.
She nodded and patted the cushion next to her indicating where he should sit. "I'm OK. Just a little blue, I guess." she replied.
He sat down beside her. Put an arm around her shoulders and took her hand.
"You look more than blue," Billy said. "You look really upset. Where's dad?"
"That's the problem, honey. He's working late again." She used air quotes around working late.
"Yeah," Billy said. "He has been working late a lot."
"He's not working late," his mother replied. "I think he's having an affair with his assistant. He hasn't touched me in months. We barely speak when he's home. I don't think he finds me desirable or attractive. I don't think he loves me anymore. I'm getting older and his assistant is a young hard bodied bitch and I could tell when he first hired her, it wasn't for her work experience."
"Mom, don't be ridiculous. You're a beautiful sexy woman. I see how other men look at you when we're out. Maybe dad's just going through a phase. He'd be crazy to throw you over for some random assistant. You're the best looking woman I know!" He hugged her closer and she put her head on his shoulder.
"You're wrong, Billy. Look at me. I'm close to forty. I'm starting to get wrinkles. I've been gaining weight. Nobody would want me."
"Mom, you're being silly. You're hot! You've never looked better. The weight you say you're gaining only makes you more appealing, more curvy, sexier. My friend, Jim, has a crush on you. He calls you a MILF."
"A MILF? What's a MILF?" his mother asked.
"You know, mom. A MILF. A mother I'd like to..."
"Mother I'd like to what?"
"You know, mom! You're embarrassing me. Don't make me say it."
She took Billy's face in her hands. She drew close. Looked in his eyes and softly kissed his lips. "Tell me. A mother I'd like to what?"
"Oh, mom, come on. A MILF. A mother I'd like to...you know...fuck."
"Jim said that?" she asked. "I always liked him. I did have an idea that he found me attractive. But a MILF?"
"Jim has Burdur Escort more than a crush on you. Mom, you are a MILF! All my friends think you're beautiful, hot, very sexy."
"Really, Billy? All of them? You think I'm a MILF too?"
"Of course, mom. I already said it. You're a MILF.
She again kissed his lips. A little longer this time. A little harder. She pressed against him and said, "Would you?"
Billy's heart beat faster. He had trouble catching his breath. He was getting an enormous hard on. The pressure of his erection was almost unbearable. "Yes," he replied.
"Tell me. I want to hear you say it." And she kissed him again. Her tongue in his mouth. "Say it."
Billy could hardly breathe. "I would... I want... I want to fuck you."
She reached down and pulled his tee shirt up over his head. She unbuckled his belt. Unzipped his pants. His cock was finally free, erect, throbbing. She took it in her hand and ran her tongue around the head. Then in one swift motion engulfed almost all of it in her mouth. Billy leaned back and sighed. His mother's head bobbed up and down, sucking hard. He couldn't hold back. He thrust his hips upward and squirted an enormous load in her mouth. She looked up at him, smiled, and swallowed. "Not a drop was lost," she said.
Billy couldn't believe how good it felt, how intense, how long it lasted. He'd had blow jobs before from girls his own age but nothing like this.
His mother pulled back. She took off her robe. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts stood pert, the nipples hard. Billy reached for her panties and slid them down her legs. They both stood. Billy took off his jeans and undershorts. They kissed, their tongues probing. His hands were on her breasts, then her hips, the cheeks of her ass, between her legs. Exploring every inch of her body. He was again erect and as stiff as before.
She told him, "Now it's my turn." Her hands on his shoulders, she gently forced him to his knees. "Do you know what to do?"
"I think so," he replied. His mouth was on her pussy, his tongue searching. He found her clit.
"There! That's the spot! Keep going!" she gasped. And he did. She began to tremble. Her hands pressed his head hard against her pussy. "Oh my god," she cried. It was almost a shout. Her hips moved rhythmically. She came. Her body stiffened. She pushed his head away and collapsed on the couch. "Oh my god," she repeated.
Billy sat on the couch next to her. He put his arms around her. He kissed her neck.
"Wait," she said. "Give me a minute to catch my breath."
Billy looked disappointed. He hung his head. She looked at him and put her hand under his chin. "Don't worry, honey, this isn't over." She put her hand between her legs, and brought her fingers to her lips. "I want a taste too," she said and giggled.
At this point Billy was at half mast. His mother wrapped her hand around his cock and as if by magic, it began to grow. "I'd forgotten how quickly a virile young man like you can recover. Now let's really get down to business," she said.
She moved to the end of the couch, her head on the arm rest. She ran her fingers between her legs and then motioned to him to lay beside her. They kissed. He caressed her breasts. He kissed her neck.
"I'm ready!" she said. "I want you inside me."
She spread her legs. He mounted her. She pulled him in.
"Hard and deep! I like it hard and deep. Not too fast. That's it. That's good," she moaned.
He pushed his stiff dick in to the hilt, drew back and slammed it back in deeply. Again and again and again. She bit his shoulder. She came. Two thrusts later, his face contorted, his back stiffened and he came too.
They lay together. Spent. He kissed her and started to speak. Before he could say a word, they were startled by the sound of the garage door opening.
"Oh shit," she exclaimed. "It's your father. He can't find us here like this. Quick, get your clothes and get out of here."
Billy grabbed his clothes and ran for the stairs. His mother pulled on her panties and robe and started toward the door. Stopped. Returned to the couch and flipped the cushion to hide the wet spot then she too ran for the stairs.
Outside in the yard, Mrs Robinson, heard William Wilder's car pull into his garage. She watched Billy and his mother scramble out of their family room. She couldn't help but laugh. She had witnessed the whole scene between Billy and his mother. She'd taken Tik Tok out and was waiting for him to relieve himself when her eyes were drawn to the light in the Wilder family room. She watched in fascination as Billy and Beth Wilder began touching and undressing. When Beth put her mouth on Billy's cock, She dropped Tik Tok's leash. When Billy came in Beth's mouth, Mrs Robinson reached down into her shorts. She was already wet. When Billy put his mouth between Beth's legs, Mrs Robinson reached under her tube top with her other hand and caressed her breasts. When Beth lay back on the couch, spread her Burdur Escort Bayan legs, and Billy mounted her, Mrs Robinson gasped at the size of Billy's cock. She dropped to her knees and came just as she saw Billy's back stiffen and push his cock deeply into his mother. As Billy and Beth fled the family room, Mrs Robinson recovered and realized Tik Tok had wandered off. She called softly to him. He came to her and sniffed her crotch. Her shorts were drenched. She pushed him off as he started to hump her leg. She clipped on his leash and took him inside. Laying in her bed that night, replaying Billy and Beth's passion in her head, Mrs Robinson decided that she would seduce Billy and his magnificent cock the very next day.
William Wilder came into the house. He noticed a light in the family room and was relieved to see it was empty when he entered. He heard the shower running upstairs which meant Billy and Beth were probably up there getting ready for bed. He certainly didn't want Beth confronting him and demanding where he'd been so late. His working late story was wearing a little thin. William was in no mood for anything but sleep. He'd been screwing his assistant all night. She was insatiable. He could hardly walk. He went to the linen closet and grabbed a pillow and a blanket and prepared to sack out on the family room couch. There was a familiar smell in the family room that he couldn't quite make out but he was too tired to think about it and went to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The next morning, Billy came down for breakfast. His mother and father were already up and sitting at opposite ends of the kitchen table. His mother was again wearing her terry robe. His father looked to be dressed for golf; wearing a polo shirt and slacks. Billy said good morning. His mother replied with a smile. His father merely nodded. Clearly they weren't speaking.
Billy said, "Hey, dad, didn't see you when you got home. Working late?" He tried not to smirk.
His father replied, "Gotta pay for all this." Gesturing to include the whole house.
"It's just that I hardly get to see you anymore, dad."
"Tell you what sport, I'm playing a round of golf at the club this afternoon with a couple of clients. Why don't you drop by about 1:00 and we'll make it a foursome?"
Billy replied, "Sounds great dad!" Then he felt his mother's foot slide up his leg. Her toes slipped under the leg of his shorts. He glanced over at her and saw her shake her head almost imperceptibly.
"Uh...but...I can't," he said. I...uh...have a big history test tomorrow that I really have to study for."
"Too bad sport. Let me know if you change your mind. Well I've got to get going. Don't wait up for me Beth. I'm probably going to be pretty late."
William Wilder patted his wife on the top of her head, waved to Billy and headed for the garage.
"The son of a bitch," Beth swore. "Working late again," in air quotes. She reached over and took Billy's hand.
"Good excuse," I was afraid you were going to take him up on that round of golf. Now we can have the whole day together. Let's go upstairs."
Billy smiled. He was already stiff as they headed for the stairs.
"Let's use my bed, it's bigger," Beth said. She led him into the master bedroom, slipped out of her robe and put her arms around Billy's neck.
He was completely engorged and throbbing. She lay back on the bed and he slipped off her panties. She rolled over on her chest and raised her ass.
"No foreplay. I'm more than ready. I want it from behind. Hard and deep, just like last night."
Billy dropped his shorts and took off his t-shirt. He pressed his cock against her butt hole.
"Stop! What are you doing? Wrong hole" She reached down and redirected him into her pussy. "There. That's where I want it. Maybe next time we can do it the other way."
He was barely listening. His cock slipped in so easily. She was so wet. He rammed it all the way in, drew it almost out and rammed it in again. She put her fingers on her clit and began to rub. She moaned with each thrust. She knew she wouldn't last long.
"Oh my god," She moaned. "Now honey! Now!
He groaned loudly. They came together. He fell on his side. His cock was covered with her juices. The insides of her thighs were wet. She rolled on to him and kissed him.
"I've never had it this good," she sighed.
"Me neither." They both laughed.
The doorbell rang. They didn't move. It rang again.
Beth said, "Who the hell could that be? Don't make a sound. Maybe they'll go away."
The bell rang again followed by knocking.
"I better go see who it is. Keep a good thought. I'll be right back," she said and headed downstairs.
Beth looked through the peephole. Standing at the door was Marian Robinson dressed in shorts and a cut off tee. Beth opened the door and smiled.
"Marian, what a surprise. What's up?"
"Hi Beth. My god, you look younger every day. You're positively glowing!"
"Thanks, Escort Burdur I'm kinda in the middle of something so what do you need?"
"Oh, sorry. Well you knew Bob's out of town this week and he wanted me to make sure to mow the lawn and I can't get the damn lawn mower started. So I was wondering if Billy could come over and see if he could start it for me?"
"I wish he could, Marian, but I think he's studying for a big history test."
"Oh shit! I don't know what to do. Are you sure he can't help?"
Billy, called down from the balcony, "Hi Mrs Robinson. What's going on?"
Before his mother could interject, Marian called up to him, "I've gotta mow the lawn and I can't get the mower started. Can you help me?"
"Sure. I'll be right down."
His mother was clearly exasperated and nearly shouting said, "Don't you have a big test tomorrow?"
"Don't be silly, mom. I can take a little time to help a neighbor."
"Great Billy, I'll wait for you in the garage," said Mrs Robinson.
His mother caught his arm as Billy headed toward the door. "Hurry back. I'll get some lube and maybe we can do that other thing you wanted to do earlier."
"I'll be right back. Promise!"
As Billy approached the Robinson garage he saw Mrs Robinson bent over the mower. She took his breath away. He marveled at her round ass, her long legs, the broad hips. He couldn't speak. Mrs Robinson noticed his approach and moved aside. He inspected the mower, primed the gas, advanced the throttle, set the choke, and pulled the starter cord. The mower coughed and then roared to life. He released the dead man and the mower sputtered to a stop. Billy smiled. Mrs Robinson clapped.
"Billy, you're a lifesaver. I guess it's easy when you know what you're doing. Come on inside and I'll get you a cold drink."
"Can't. Gotta get back home."
"Don't be silly. The least I can do is give you a drink."
She took his hand and led him into the kitchen. "Sit down! Beer?"
Before he could answer she went to the fridge, took out a beer, twisted off the cap, leaned over the table, making sure he got a good look down her shirt, and handed him the beer. "Glass?"
Billy could only shake his head. He was getting hard.
Mrs Robinson moved behind his chair and put her hands on his shoulders
"Billy, we both know this isn't about starting the lawn mower." She moved her hands down over his chest. "Wow, you're ripped. Have you been working out?"
She swung around and straddled him on the chair. She put her arms around his neck. She kissed him with an open mouth. Her tongue darted in and out. Billy kissed her back. His hands moved under her shirt. First he cupped her breasts, then gently pinched her nipples. She sighed. She climbed off and knelt next to him. She pulled down his shorts and took his hard cock in her mouth then pulled back and looked up at him.
"You taste funny."
Billy realized she was tasting his mom. He placed his hand on the back of her head and forced her back down. She began to suck. After only a few strokes, she stood and pulled him to his feet. She undressed him. He undressed her. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined.
She took his hand. "Let's go upstairs."
Billy stooped down, clasped her waist, and lifted her onto his shoulder in a fireman's carry. She giggled. He carried her toward the stairs. He slapped her on the fanny. She squealed and kicked her feet. He slapped her fanny again. She again kicked her feet and playfully beat gently on his back with her fists. As they reached the top of the stairs, she pointed to a door and he carried her into a bedroom. Billy dumped her on the bed, and parted her legs.
"No, not yet. Kiss me first. Put your hands on me. Touch me all over. Let me touch you, feel every inch of you."
He lay down beside her. He kissed her mouth, her breasts, her neck. His hands ran over her body and down her thighs. Her hands felt grasped his arms, his shoulder, his neck. She traced her finger down his back. He felt her smooth legs and then his fingers were between them. She arched her back and he put his mouth where his fingers had been. She groaned from deep in her throat when his tongue found her clit. After a few moments she told him to lay on his back. She mounted him. She guided his erection between her legs and poised.
"Billy, you're huge! Don't move. I'll have to go slow."
She lowered herself gradually onto his stiff cock, inch by inch, until it was deep inside her.
"Oh my god, Billy, you're so big! You fill me up!"
She began to move slowly at first. Small circles, round and round, and then thrusting herself down hard, grinding her pelvis against him. His hands were on her breasts, squeezing hard. She began moving up and down faster and faster. She stretched her arms out wide, her fists clenched, her head back. She emitted a moan from deep down and cried out, "OH GOD! OH GOD!" and came and came again. Billy thrust upward and came too.
"You don't know how good that made me feel," she said after a minute or two.
"Me too, Mrs Robinson."
"I think you can call me Marian now," she said.
"Nope, you'll always be Mrs Robinson to me. It's hot thinking of you as my teacher. Can't believe I'm finally fucking Mrs Robinson."