All the lights in my room are off and I’m enveloped in pitch black. I have my blinds open just an inch and I’m peering out across the yard, looking into my neighbor’s bedroom window. My neighbor, Mrs. Cranston, is getting ready for bed. She’s currently wearing a bathrobe, having just gotten out of the tub. The robe is fluffy and plush and the top of it hangs open just enough that her cleavage is in plain view. It gets even better when she drops the robe, exposing her beautiful nakedness, and reaches into a drawer to pull out a sexy nighty. She slides the pink satin nighty over her head and lets it fall down her body. When it’s finally in place the material hugs all the curves of her body, including her full milf tits, which must be at least a C cup. By now my boner is raging and I’m stroking it roughly, imagining myself in the bed with Mrs. Cranston as she slides under the covers. I picture myself sliding on top of her and then letting the head of my dick find the entrance to her pussy. I push myself into her and screw her warm canal, burying myself to the hilt with each thrust. After only a few minutes of living this fantasy I cum, spraying my jizz onto a towel I’ve setup on the floor.

I’ve been fantasizing about Mrs. Cranston for a while now, probably a year, and it’s always a pleasure. It was the happiest day of my life when I first discovered that my bedroom directly faced the neighbors’ bedroom and that Mrs. Cranston had a habit of leaving her blinds wide open while she got ready for bed. I’ve never been able to figure out whether or not she did this on purpose, but I’ve also never really cared. Either way I get to stare at a beautiful naked mom while she stands in her room naked and in lingerie, so I’m quite pleased.

The first time I witnessed Mrs. Cranston masturbate it was like I had entered into a higher plane of existence. It was about 10:30 p.m. and Mr. Cranston was apparently out late working or something because I hadn’t heard his car come home that evening. I had taken up my usual spot at my window, peaking between the blinds with all the lights shut off in my room. I waited there for 30 minutes, idly stroking myself and concocting elaborate fantasies, before Mrs. Cranston walked into the room. She was wearing a simple pair of flannel pajamas but she shucked them off quite quickly. Once she was totally naked she reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out a dildo. It looked to be about 5” long and tubelike in shape. The body of the dildo was totally smooth and the head rounded to a tip, which I presume was to make insertion easier.

Mrs. Cranston slid into her bed and pulled the covers down, leaving her entire body exposed. Her bathroom light was the only one on but it provided enough illumination that I could see everything, at least everything important. I watched as she turned the base of the dildo and started the vibrations. Then she lowered the phallus to her nether region and placed it against her clit, starting the stimulation cycle. Mrs. Cranston was clearly a horny, sexed up lady because her body was rolling back and forth in the bed in no time. Her back arched, her hips thrusted, and her body swayed from side to side. She seemed to be getting more into it with each passing moment, the tension building in her mature pussy.

I nearly lost my load when she brought her free hand to her chest and began groping her own tits. I had never seen a woman do that, even in the small amount of porn I had watched, and it was impossibly hot. She began pulling on her nipples roughly, tugging at them with a hungry insistence, like she was trying to pull an orgasm straight from her mammaries. I held off stroking myself for a bit, content to watch the parade of carnal pleasure that was happening across the way. As soon as my orgasm subsided some I started up again, this time ready to all the way. I could see Mrs. Cranston was getting close to her own orgasm and I wanted to match her. Right as she arched her back one final time a spurt of cum leapt from my cock, landing on the floor and the wall. What a glorious mess I had made.

Once I even saw Mrs. Cranston and her husband have mature sex. They did it in a bunch of positions but my favorite was when she got on top, grinding on his cock while her tits bounced up and down with her movements. That still stands as one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. The sad downside to all of this milf watching is that I’m afraid I’ve become somewhat immune to younger women. The girls in my school dress like sluts all the time but I’m rarely attracted to them. If anything, I think about my teachers more, as abhorrent as that sounds to some of you.

I’m not quite sure what to do about this. Do I have just have to try and fuck Mrs. Cranston to get it out of my system? Would fucking any older woman be good enough to satisfy me? I was hoping that some of your readers might have a few suggestions for me; perhaps some of them have even experienced the same thing I’m currently going through. Anything that anyone can offer would be a big help, I feel like I’m missing out on my high school years because I don’t want to bone any of the girls in school. Thanks in advance

Mike
North Carolina