Here’s to You Mrs Robinson by MudderPucker..,

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 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.