Milf next door.

That wouldn’t be the kindest way to describe her I guess. Mrs. Robinson is beautiful, kind, and makes the most delicious treats I’ve ever tasted. I had spent my entire young life next door to the Robinson family. We celebrated holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries together. Since I’ve had eyes, I’ve seemed to have always had a curiosity to peep on Mrs. Robinson, the gorgeous milf next door. I didn’t always know what I was seeing, but I knew I was intrigued, even from a young age.

Mr. Robinson was always on the road.

Being a truck driver, he wasn’t always around. Mrs. Robinson had to do most of the parenting but still managed to find her free time for herself. I know this because my bedroom window faced directly across from hers.  She tended to have many visitors, often of great variety, one could say. While gazing directly through my pink cotton candy curtains, I would watch her fall onto her bed night after night. She always had a new lover, often men I had never seen before, and from time to time, a woman.

The milf next door saw me too.

I pretended like I didn’t see her, but she knew exactly what I was doing. I would watch her as she would look over her shoulder and wink at me with her robe falling gently to her sides. Momentarily hiding, I would always find my way back to watch her moves. Finding my own, small hands moving towards places on my body that brought me pleasure, I quickly put together that she must be having the same feelings. I realized hers were from her visitors and quickly wanted a visit myself. Would I find an excuse to go? Would I sneak out and risk the punishment? It was all so tempting.

The milf next door made a signal.

One evening with my parents fast asleep, I put on my mother’s nightgown and walked to my window, peeking above the sill. Mrs. Robinson had written a note in lipstick on her glass. As I gasped for a breath I read “11:00 PM, back door.” Waiting patiently staring at my hello kitty watch, I counted down the hours and minutes. Nevertheless, time seemed to stand still. Finally, the clock struck eleven and I made one swift run for it. Beyond excited, I practically floated downstairs to her door. Swinging my fist for a quiet knock, she opened before I managed to make contact with the door. 

She had a glow.

Taking my hand, she brought me up the stairs to the room I always watched from a distance. She sat me on her bed and pressed my shoulders back to the pillows. Climbing on top, she let that infamous robe fall yet once again. She leaned down to kiss me and began to part my little legs. Her red lips pressed against my tiny knees while her breasts grazed my feet. Her hard nipples sent goosebumps up my spine and finally…

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