I will try to reveal all details of my encounter fast in order not to waste people’s precious time. Everything that I have written is absolutely true and I have taken precautions not to mention names and locations of occurence so that I can reveal more details. This affair with my neighbour’s mother happened quite long ago and unfortunately we have lost contact.
There is no way for me to produce proof of what had happened. Maybe if it happened more recently, I would be able capture them on video and show them here after editing. You can make a good guess the year the events took place after reading te complete narration of the events. If you don’t believe it is a true experience, then just take it that you are passing your time reading a novel. If you find it boring, quit now and don’t go on reading what I will be posting.
Nothing much happened except for some peep shows and quickies during her son’s coaching. It was surprising that the butcher didn’t asked her about me. Maybe he did ask but she didn’t mention it to me. Then came the June holidays and I was informed that on the first Wednesday, her husband would be bringing the 2 of them for an overseas vacation for 2 weeks. On Monday, we made an appointment for a fucking session in the evening. We had some intense fucking over a 2 hour period. To us now, 2 weeks absence is a long period.
At the time of their departure I stood at the common corridor to watch them leave. She kept turning back to look at me and I blew flying kisses each time she turned around. Her absence created a vacuum in my life. Whenever I passed her house flashback of our love making appeared in my mind.
Then on Monday, while passing through her house my mind was so preoccupied with images of her that I knocked into someone. The impact sent the person sprawling on the ground and the sound of a pail dropping on the ground could be heard. It was the Malay washerwoman that the owner’s family employed. She was carrying a pail of wet clothings which she has just washed, to hang them out in the corridor for drying. The minute she stepped out of the house I crashed into her. At that time the washerwomen’s job was already a twilight profession. Foreign domestic helpers were just beginning to make their appearance and the number of laundrettes were on the rise.
I seldom see those washerwomen because they came early in the morning when I was already in school. Even during the holidays, I seldom see them unless I woke up early. That morning I was actually rushing to have breakfast with a classmate. Sprawled on the floor was one that I have seen a long time ago. She must be in her mid-forties, a bit on the plumb side but with knockers much bigger than my neighbour’s mother. I helped her up from the floor and kept apologising to her. I tried to find out whether she was hurt. I told her that I will bring her to see a tie da doctor. She said she could only go after hanging out the clothings. While waiting I went home to make enquiries of the whereabouts of tie da doctors, I brought her to the doctor when she had finished her job.
A lady prevented me from entering the consultation room and I forced my way telling her that I was abang. The doctor stared at my lying eyes. She was seated on a chair and the doctor raised her sarong to expose her entire legs and and even her panty. I pulled it down just above her knees and the right one was badly bruised. I doctor took some medicine and gave the bruised part a rub. I think it must be painful because her left hand was grabbing my right hand tightly. The doctor asked her to return for another treatment the following day.
I paid the cost of the treatment and told her that I would sent her home. Then I remembered it was lunch and ask her if she wanted to have lunch together. We boarded a taxi and made our way to Geylang Serai. In the taxi, I pulled up her sarong just like what the doctor have done and touch her bruised knee. She giggled and said, “You stop the doctor pulling up my sarong and now you are doing it just like the doctor”. I replied that I want to check to ensure that no other parts were hurt. I swept my hand across her right thigh up to her panty and said “Bagus”. Then I did the same to her left thigh and said the same the same thing. My rod stiffened and she could see the bulge. Then she placed her right on the bulge and said, “Susah”. When she did that, I could see that the driver was having difficulty looking to the front.
After we had our lunch, I asked her whether she wanted me to check other parts of her body for other injuries. She said that it was safer to be sure. We checked into a hotel nearby. We sat on the bed and I took off the top half of her cloth. My eyes almost popped out when I saw her hugh knockers. I exclaimed, “Banyak besar”. She reached for my bulge and repeated what I have just said.
I unhooked her bra took it off and looked at the label. Although it was quite faded, I could still see 38D. Hey, I am going to suck a D-cup boob, that’s what I told myself. As I brought my lips to her right boob, she unbuckled my pants and then unzipped it. I suck on her big nipple as she pulled down my underwear. I quickly stood up and took off my pants. She gave me a handjob as I tasted both her nipples. I stopped her handjob and as if she knew what I wanted, she placed the rod in her mouth. I told her to wait and proceeded to undress her completely. She resumed the blowjob almost immediately. Her blowjob was not as good as my neighbour’s mother but it was acceptable. I reached for her pussy with my right hand and then inserted 2 fingers into her cunt. It was wet and my 2 fingers went in easily. I finger fuck her while she blew me.
After about 5 mins, I asked her whether she wanted me to fuck her with or without cap. I was still having the packet of condoms which I bought when I had the first fuck with my neighbour’s mother. She said that she wanted it with cap. I then borrowed her phrase and said, “It’s safer to be sure”. She laughed and helped me with the cap.
She laid down on the bed, opened her legs and waited for my rod to penetrate her. When I inserted my rod into her cunt, she gave out a loud moan. I rammed her for a while, then got her to straddle my rod to ride me. I sat up with my back resting on the headboard and made my mouth busy with both her boobs and nipples. I reached under her buttock to reach the place where my rod was penetrating her cunt. I wet my fingers and inserted the middle finger into her arsehole while she was riding me. Unlike my neighbour’s mother, I got positive responses from the washerwoman when I finger fuck her arsehole. She asked me if I wanted to fuck her arsehole. Although I was dying to fuck an arsehole, I thought it would best to leave that experience when I do it to my neighbour’s mother. I lied to her that she was fucking me real good and I was on the verge of coming. The verge of coming was delayed for another 10 minutes while I waited for her in order that we could climax together.
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ZIZOUZIZOU
There is no way for me to produce proof of what had happened…..you can make a good guess the year the events took place after reading te complete narration of the events….
Hmmm, My Neighbours’ Mother, more MILFs to come. Good one bro, upped you! Rocky II, should be during my secondary 4 or early poly days….maybe 1984+-….wah, that time already so hot? Can bonk MILF next door….you may like to change this title to My Neighbours’ Mother & the Washerwoman.
Cheers…….
Having difficulty accessing this site and very please that I can continue to update.
As we were both resting, my mind was actively searching for the answer. She had not given the butcher blowjob and she didn’t allow him to lick her pussy. Now I have done both and on the verge of screwing her arsehole. Yes one more experiment to confirm my answer. I told her that we go for dinner. She said she was tired, so I got room service to bring up our orders. We finished our dinner, lazed around and waited for our food to digest before going for another dip in the long bath.
I deliberately drank a lot of water during dinner. I allowed her to go into the long first. Then while she closed her eyes and enjoyed the soaking, I stood near her head and urinated on her forehead. “Hey what’s that, so hot and smelly?” she reacted immediately. I kept quiet and continued to pee on the same spot. “Stop please!” she pleaded. “Let me finish it”, I demanded. I could now see her using both hands to cover the side of her face to ensure that the urine landed on her face and without spilling to the side. I was also shock to see that she darted out her tongue for a split second to taste the urine. When I urged out the last drop, I heard, “No more?” I replied, “Later I will more water and you can have another ammonia bath”.
Immediately she grabbed my rod and put it in her mouth to suck it. It was revenge time and when I was on the verge of cumming, she stopped. “Shit, why shop?” I muttered. She replied with a sinister smile, “Whenever I was enjoying those things you were doing just now, you stopped. Now I am doing the same”. “Enjoy what?” I was getting furious, the added, “You mean you enjoy me peeing on you and spanking you?” Her reply was short and sharp, “As if you don’t know”.
With the torture from her, I was tempted to masturbate but resisted. I went into deep thoughts and found the answer. My neighbour’s mother is sexually more aroused when humiliated by me. So even with very little pain, the knowledge that she was being spank stimulated her sexual urge. Even the smelly urine shooting on her face had raised her sexual one level higher. I must now prepare for the ultimate humiliation, to fuck her arsehole.
The longbath now has a combined fragrance of dewberry and ammonia. I pretended to be angry and asked her to shower. She got up and said, “Sorry I will blow you again on the bed and make sure you enjoy”. With that I put put on a smile and took our shower together. When we were on the bed, she gave me a blow job and I cummed easily. We rested and waited for the final countdown.
After having sufficient rest, I started by eating her pussy. The got her on her fours with the buttock pointing upwards. I rammed her pussy from behind, she came after a while but I was able to control myself without much difficulty because she had earlier blew me. With her cunt juice, I started to lubricate her arsehole, dug my wet middle finger to lubricate the inner walls. We were finally ready for the final assault. I carried my machine gun like Rambo and aimed at the opening of her arsehole. It was a difficult maneuver because she was anticipating the painful jab and had tightened the opening. I had to hold the rod to slowly pry open the entrance. The tip managed to get in. The was only a soft moan. I slowly push it and finally with one plunge took my machine gundeep into her arsehole. She let out a loud scream. “Oh no, very painful!” I didn’t move to let her get used to having my rock hard rod in her arsehole. “So how? You want me to continue?” I asked. “We have come so so far, I don’t think we should stop, otherwise all the training to bear with pain would be wasted. But please be gentle, Ok?” her trembling voice could be heard. Then I told her that I would be getting my rod in and out of her arsehole and she should stop me if it was painful.
I think she must have got some comfort with my assurance. The grip on my rod has loosened a bit but the tightness was still there. The second plunge of my rod resulted in another scream even though it was done slowly. The reaction to the third plunge was identical to the second. I thought I might have to take emergency measures, i.e., use the KY. Then I was thinking if I removed the rod, I might not be able to enter her arsehole ever again. That will be game over. Then I remembered what she had said to me on Thursday, “YOU HAVE ALREADY FAILED IN 1 MISSION, ANOTHER FAILURE YOU ARE GONNA”. That gave me the impetus to accomplish my mission and I started to increase the speed of penetration, ignoring her painful scream. The tightness of her arsehole had now put me on the verge of cumming. The greed in me told me to take a short pause and reminded me the mission statement, i.e., TO FUCK THE BRAINS OUT OF MY NEIGHBOUR’S MOTHER. I obeyed.
“Hey, you are very bad. I am enjoying it and you stopped!” her disappointment was expressed by her tone. I had to play my cards right, so I replied, “I have to stop because I want to check if you are alright. I don’t want to hurt your arsehole, otherwise for the next entire week you won’t be able to sit”. “Actually it’s less painful now and I already had 1 climax. So her scream had deceived me as it turned from scream of pain to scream of joy. I took sufficient time to relax my rod, then re-ignited the engine and sped on along the highway in her arsehole. I heard a siren (tuned out to be her scream) as I reached top speed exceeding the speed limit of the highway. As Rambo saw the enemies right in front, he pulled the trigger of the machine gun. Many salvos were fired from the hot barrel and now I could finally punch the air to declare victory. We both collapsed on the with the barrel of the machine gun still cooling off in her arsehole. She was breathless as she had achieved multiple orgasm. We then laid on the bed for at least an hour, then had a quick shower and went to sleep without saying a word. She needed time to retrieve her brains.
We got up at 9 am and had our complimentary breakfast. We retuned to the room and laid on the bed. We chatted about everything except our last engagement. Then I heard her sweet voice saying, “You fuck me there already, why you never say you like it or not?” I replied, “I like it very much and can’t wait to use my new passport!” “Ha ha, now you can go and fuck the washerwoman’s backside. Promise me to use cap, Ok?” We had another bout before checking out. After that I told her that her wish to have every fuck better than the last was now impossible because fucking her arsehole was the best. She nodded in agreement and said, “When can we do it again?” Now for the first time I got to say, “Let me think about it”, imitating her voice as well.
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Originally Posted by
ZIZOUZIZOU
Everything that I have written is absolutely true. This affair with my neighbour’s mother
happened quite long ago and unfortunately we have lost contact
.
Was actually wondering if you’d still be bonking her today … taking into consideration that she was well over 20 years older than you. What would it be like to check into a hotel with a 50yo or 60yo (former) MILF??