Chapter 2

The next morning I was sitting on my backyard deck, sipping my coffee and reading my morning paper, trying to get up the ambition to tackle mowing the grass. When I bought this house it came with a larger than normal property line and most of my property was the back yard. I had a riding lawnmower, but at the time it was in the shop for some driveline issues. So I was relegated to my old walk-behind mower. It was self-propelled so I didn’t have to push it, but I did have to walk along behind it and it would take considerably longer to cut the grass than with my riding mower.

As I sat there I saw the neighbor’s blue Chevy Malibu leave and head off down the street. It made me think of Stacy and the events of the previous day. I was still puzzled at what could have possibly prompted her to come on to me like she did and wind up sucking my cock.I certainly hadn’t initiated it. I had just come over at her request, because she said she needed some help moving some boxes and her husband wasn’t around.

I was certain it must have something to do with Tim, but what could it be? They seemed to be happy enough together. They were both young and hadn’t been married long. And purchasing a new home is not something that couples do if they are having marital problems. I just wished I knew what Stacy had meant by her “but Tim...” statement. Well, she told me she would explain things Monday morning so I would just have to wait.

As I sat there finishing the last of my coffee and not looking forward to my task ahead, I heard the side gate open. My side gate squeaks a bit when it’s opened. I keep meaning to oil it but then I kind of like the “advance warning” a squeaky gate gives me so I put it off. Now my gate told me someone was in my yard.

“I’m in the back yard!” I called out figuring it was either a utililty man or some salesman or something. I was pleasantly surprised when I heard a woman’s voice “Alan?” just as Stacy peered around the corner.

She was wearing one of those maternity style tops with the squared off neckline that left a generous amount of the tops of her breasts exposed and easily accessible for breastfeeding. The top draped loosely over her swollen breasts and belly and hung so that with her sweatpants riding low, the lower part of her swollen belly was visible.

As she neared me, it was apparent she was bra-less, as her plentiful tits swung pendulously and her nipples were clearly poking through the material. It seemed to be more than I thought would be normal for a young married woman to be wearing when visiting an older male neighbor, but I dismissed it as her just trying to be comfortable.

I tried not to stare at her large tits freely swinging under her top as she walked towards me and managed to get out a “Hi Stacy”. When she came up on the deck, she flashed me a smile and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek as she sat down on the chair next to me.

“Good morning Alan,” she chirped. “Tim’s gone to the store to get some cleaning supplies and other things so I’m probably home alone for at least the next hour or so, and it’s such a nice day out today, I thought I’d pop over and pay you a surprise visit!”

“This is a nice surprise. I really didn’t expect to get a chance to see you and talk with you until tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I was just outside enjoying the warm weather when I saw you sitting here, so I figured I’d come chat for a bit. You wouldn’t have any of that coffee left would you? Our coffee maker is still amongst the thousand more boxes we have to unpack! How can two people have so much stuff!”

“Sure let me go get you a cup.” I went to the kitchen to get her coffee. I wasn’t sure just why she told me about Tim being gone but I figured it was her way of telling me we had some time to talk. And I certainly didn’t mind – not only was she good company and a pleasure to be around, it was also a great way to avoid what I should be doing!

When I came back out with the coffee I noticed that she had slumped down in her chair a bit. Because of the way she was semi-reclined, I had an almost unobstructed view down the front of her blouse. Her tits thrust out from her chest like two ripe cantaloupes and I could see the hard erect nipples that had led the way as she walked up to see me.

I didn’t try to hide the direction of my eyes as I looked appreciatively down her top at her nearly bared tits. For one thing I was sure she was sitting that way for the express purpose of teasing me. And with what had happened between us the day before the subtlety and modesty ship had already left the docks! Stacy looked up and saw me leering at her but she just smiled, making no attempt to adjust or pull up her top.

I sat down next to her. “Nice set of tits.”

“What?”

“I said you’ve got a nice set of tits.”

She looked at me and smiled. “Thank you. But sometimes I worry that they’re getting too big ... you know, since I started lactating.”

I got up and moved my chair around to face her with our knees almost touching. When she saw what I was doing, she raised the back of her chair up so she was sitting upright again. I reached out and clasped both of her hands in mine and we sat and looked at each other in silence for a moment.

“Alright, I need to say something first. I’m sorry and I apologize if I led you to do anything yesterday afternoon that you hadn’t intended. I feel badly that I got an erection while we talked and if that prompted you or led you on in any way. We only just met a couple days ago and I don’t want you thinking you next door neighbor is some kind of sexual predator or pervert!” I said.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Alan. Remember, I started fondling myself in front of you first – before you did anything. I knew exactly what I was doing and the effect it would might have. Everything that happened yesterday was just what I wanted to happen. As for you being a sexual predator or pervert, I hope you are! I’ll gladly be your prey!” she said with a mischievous smile.

I was confused. “You mean you planned to seduce me and suck my cock?”

“Well, let’s just say I was hoping I could.” she looked down then back up at me. “Please, Alan, like I asked you yesterday, don’t think I’m a slut or a whore or even an easy woman. I’m not, but I do love to suck a man off until he cums in my mouth. The problem is that Tim won’t let me do that.”

“What?” I couldn’t believe any normal man would turn down a load-swallowing blowjob from a woman as attractive and sexy as her. “ Why not? Is there something wrong?”

“Oh, no. Tim and I love each other deeply and our marriage is wonderful. It’s just that he has some strange ideas about sex.”

“Oh? Like what?”

She looked to be getting a bit red in the face and seemed to be fidgeting a bit. “Stacy, if you don’t want to talk about this or it’s too embarrassing, you don’t really have to. It’s not something I really need to know.”

“No, I’m okay, and I really do need to tell you this. You see, when I entered my fourth month Tim almost shut down sexually. He seems to think that full sex after that will damage the baby.”

“What!?”

“I know it’s a bunch of bullshit, but somewhere, somehow, he’s gotten some really weird ideas. He thinks...” she looked at me deeply and almost sadly. “Please, as weird as this may sound promise you won’t laugh.”

“I promise,” and readied myself, not knowing what was coming next.

“Tim thinks that if he continues fucking my pussy, he could poke the baby in the head, that swallowing his cum could cause deformities from an overdose, and he won’t suck my tits because it could deprive the baby of my milk! So for the last two months the most we’ve done is play with each other for a while, do a little oral on each other, then he fucks me in the ass. I haven’t even had an orgasm that I didn’t do myself in the past three months!”

I about choked trying to stifle the laugh that wanted to come out hearing this strange news.

“Alan! You promised!”

“I’m sorry, honey, I truly am,” and patted her hands “but I can’t remember hearing anything so crazy!”

“Tell me about it! For the past few weeks I’ve had to take care of my own needs and believe me, that’s really starting to get old. Then I met you the other day when we moved in, and I decided to try to get you to do something to me. You seemed nice right from the beginning, you were real sweet to help us unload the car and everything, and ... well, I thought I’d give it a shot – I mean I really didn’t have anything to lose, you know!”

I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Even though she had a bizarre tale, I couldn’t help but imagine her fucking like a sexual wildcat. I was still holding out hope that I’d soon find out for myself and I started getting a hard-on thinking of lying naked with her and releasing those pent up passions.

“So you see, Alan, that’s what yesterday was all about. I really needed a cock, I felt I could trust you and took a chance. You didn’t do anything wrong. I purposely seduced you for my own selfish pleasure and wanton desires. But if I may venture a guess,” she laughed, “you really didn’t seem to mind all that much. And judging from your friend here,” she ran her fingers lightly over the bulge in my jeans, “you’ve still got some pleasant memories.”

“Point taken,” I said.

“Anyway, thanks for the cum refill, Alan.” She leaned forward, putting her hand behind my neck and pulled me to her. Placing her parted mouth over my lips, she separated them with her tongue and pushed it in until it met mine. She reached down with her other hand and squeezed my cock while we kissed.

Yes! I thought, and moved my right hand to her thigh. I softly rubbed up and down her thigh trailing my fingers when I pulled back. She sighed slightly when I touched her and began jacking me through my shorts.

I scooted our chairs closer until the front edges touched and put her legs over top of mine and around my hips. My legs were around her as well and we sat there straddling each other. I reached my left hand under her top to mold her breasts; I barely had to touch them before her nipples hardened, confirming her pent-up passions. I let my right hand slowly walk its way up her thigh and the further I went I sensed a warm heat emanating from her crotch.

Separating our lips I moved my mouth off of hers and kissed my way along her cheek and down to the nape of her neck. Beginning at the point where her shoulder joined her neck I kissed and mouthed my way up until my mouth was next to her ear then started nibbling her ear lobe and licking inside her ear.

“Oh, Alan, I love that,” she quietly rasped, then turned her head to bring our lips back into contact.

As we made oral love with our mouths, flicking our tongues against each others while exploring the insides of our mouths, I moved my right hand from her thigh to her other breast so that I was fondling both of her swollen tits with both hands. They felt so soft yet hard, and when I rolled her nipples between my fingers I felt a wetness and knew for certain that she had begun to lactate. I knew then that I just had to have more.

I broke our kiss, took my hands off of her tits and stood up. I offered her my hand to help her up. “Come with me.” Stacy hesitated a moment when I moved my mouth away from her, but when saw my hand she took it. Once she felt me pulling on her to her feet she knew what I was doing and went willingly with me.

I took her inside my home. “We don’t need the whole neighborhood witnessing what we’re doing. This is a Neighborhood Watch community, but sometimes what they watch is up for debate!”

“Thank you, Alan.” That’s all the conversation I wanted at that moment. I pushed her gently back against the wall an pressed my mouth to hers to resume our kissing. I love kissing and her mouth was the sweetest I’d ever had. I wanted more of it. She wrapped her arms around me pulling me into her – obviously she wasn’t done kissing either.

As we devoured each other my hands moved up from her hips and slipped under her loose-fitting top to her huge tits. I hefted the heavy melons and I could swear they had gained weight just since the day before! I held them with my fingers and let my thumbs play over her nipples, toying with them and feeling them harden. Stacy moaned into my mouth, letting me know she thoroughly approved of my technique.

After a couple moments of this I dropped my hands back down just long enough to grasp the bottom hem of her top and raise it back up. Stacy read my movements and raised her arms to allow me to remove her top completely. I tossed it over onto the sofa arm and then took a step back to look at my now topless neighbor.

Her heavy tits were amazing. They appeared swollen, probably because they were full of milk for her upcoming delivery, and they hung down on her chest. They still maintained their form and tried to sit up, however, not hanging down and being floppy as some women’s breasts do when they are in advanced pregnancy. Her large darker areolas were deep pink in color and covered with tiny bumps. Her hard erect nipples jutted out about ¾” and were leaking a small drop of her milk.

As I stared in wonder at her half-naked body, my focus drifted down from her luscious, milk-heavy tits to her distended pregnant belly. It was streaked with red and purplish stretch marks from the baby growing larger inside her and her navel was poking slightly outward.