The first ray of sunlight woke me up and briefly burned my eyes the morning after my wild night in with my first MILF. My balls were still aching after being drained by the bimbo that just moved in downstairs. Lysha Luckmore, AKA Mrs. Fuckmore, AKA Miss Lyscious is a stacked and spunky ebony woman, twice my age, who loves and needs to be fucked on the regular. She also has a scrawny son my age, who plays football on my team and lives with her, completely clueless about her special talents. Not for much longer, though.

I heard the sound of an old engine starting and veering off in the distance until outside of earshot. Dad left for work, which meant it was time to play with my new toy.

I threw on some jeans, a tanktop and socks before making my way down the two sets of stairs, the first set leading up to my place and the second leading down to the basement around the side.

I knocked on the door and waited a few minutes before knocking again.

She opened the door with a wide yawn, crusty white all over the side of her mouth. If I hadn’t stuck my cock in that hole, even I’d be fooled into thinking it was drool from her sleep. It was hard to focus on that with her outfit, however.

Fuzzy, baby-blue pyjamas with clouds on the top and bottoms. The shirt seemed small, had buttons, and plenty at that, though only one was done-up and just barely covered the lower half of her nipples and exposing her midriff.

Her bottoms were just as tight, her plump and luscious bootycake spilling out over the top and the lower cheeks suffocated by a cotton prison of fabric. There was also a flap for going to the bathroom, but I pictured that would come in handy for something much greater. If Teddy, her son, hadn’t been sleeping with the door open to a direct view to the living room, I would’ve stuffed her full of morning wood and a liquid breakfast right there.

“You look like you’re well rested.” I chuckle and check over her shoulder to see if Teddy’s still asleep, then put my hand on her smooth stomach and rub my throbbing dick through my jeans against the outline of her pussy. I never thought I’d be so happy to be fully stocked with a heavy load.

“And you look like you want some delicious Miss Lyscious for breakfast!” She whispered and weakly groaned, shutting the door behind her. She pushed my head down and washed my face in her cleavage, smothering me in the sweetness of perfume and her jiggly boob buffet. She pulled my head up for air and undid her button, revealing her beautiful mountain of chocolatey tits, rubbing and bouncing them in her hands. She pulled me in again, attacking my face with gelatinous smacks out before the open field.

The closest neighbours we have, besides our tenants, live down a stretch of flat road that’s past the horizon. If someone walked up, they’d see everything this wild nympho was doing.

After a few heavenly breast smacks to my face and a suckling kiss to her stiffened nipple and areola, I grabbed her by the bum and felt my hands sink in.

“I’m gonna bring you upstairs and collect another two payments from you. Is junior gonna bother us?” I ask, feeling up as much plump assmeat as I can before she answers.

“Depends on how long the payment takes, baby.” She whispers, fixing her hair with her fingers.

“Wake him up and tell him to stay down here. You’re going to ‘get some’ from the landlord. He’ll be half asleep and think he passed out for a second.” I instruct her, giving her booty a loud smack that made it ripple.

She rubbed her bottom and pouted. She opened the door a crack, tits still hanging in the chill of the morning wind and only pushed her head through.

“Teddy-bear! I’m going to…get some from the landlords! Stay here, sweetie!” She tells him as he slowly rises from his sleep. She shuts the door quickly and runs upstairs with me.

We get inside and exchange devious, lustful smiles and she slips her fingers inside of my jeans and around my thick member.

“Not yet. Take a shower. It’s full-body walk-in with clear glass. Put on a show and I think I could make you famous.” I smirk and kiss the top of her head, leading her over to the shower.