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The Unexpected Back Door Visitor!
This is a stand-alone story. (Er – ish)
NOTE – This story has elements of voyeurism, romance, mature and arguably incest but that has not affected the category as anal is the predominant.
Many thanks to FreyaGersemi for Beta Reading and sprinkling her fairy dust over it, buckets and buckets of fairy dust! But any remaining errors are my own. Read her stories here. Freya’s Stories.
This is one of my One Off (1x:) Stories – well I started it as that, but there may be a related one, but will stand alone for a given value of standing alone.
This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but all characters are 18 years old or older and are happy with the events.
Note:- this happens in the UK and the weather is different from that in some parts of the USA. See last item in ‘In case anyone wonders…’ if you think anything sounds wrong to you.
Who Am I?
My name is Jeff, in my early forties with a daughter, Fiona, who is twenty-two and isn’t part of this story, but my son, Ian who is nineteen is. Fiona lives near London, and visits when she can. Ian is at University, but is back for the summer. Some friends say he looks like a younger version of me. Well, Fiona looks like a younger version of her late mother, Kate, who we lost to stage four ovarian cancer nearly two years ago. How I miss her.
Surprise in My Garden Office!
I’ve come home early to make sense of the mysterious comings and goings of my neighbour Mandy that have been accidentally caught on my Ring doorbell.
Having checked the house, and found nothing and no one, I quietly walked down the path to my Garden Office. OK, it’s now more of a summer house or gym as, when we had Covid lockdown and had to work from home, I bought one of those semi-prefabricated buildings and put it at the end of the garden. It actually replaced a wooden summerhouse that had gone to rot with a lack of maintenance. The reason for both was my wife’s illness. Having just lost her, I couldn’t stand being in our house all day long, so I needed the break of leaving the house and then coming home, even if it was just at the bottom of the garden. But now I actually commute to work, as being in the office suits me, as I get to see real people, not reel ones.
Anway, back to the story. As I approach my office, I can hear the noises before I get close, but there again, the door is open. I try to look in to see who is there and what they are doing, not that I can’t guess the second part and have a good idea about the first.
What I can see is my son having sex, ok fucking, my next-door neighbour, Mandy, doggie style. She is gloriously naked and her tits are swaying as my son rams her from behind. Her hair is unusually in a ponytail, and her face hidden between her arms that are on the bench of the multi-gym. My cock decides that it likes what I am seeing, and I have to reach down and adjust it, and then keep it company with my hand. The view is very erotic, and I haven’t done anything but give myself a hand job for about six years, recently watching porn of sorts.
Fool that I am, I move slightly to my left to get a better view of proceedings, as I was mostly seeing Ian’s back, and I wanted a better view of Mandy’s tits. It was then that everything went wrong. First, I saw that Ian’s cock was in Mandy’s ass, not pussy. Then I am startled by a bright light behind her causing me to stumble off the front edge of the office decking and land with a thump and groan on the ground. Mandy, looked back in my direction and screamed! She was wearing a ‘superhero mask!’ and I recognised her! Ian turned, saw me, and shouted. “What the fuck, dad? You are at work! What are you doing here!”
Good question.
What am I doing there?
What, indeed? Well, nearly two weeks ago, just after lunch, I was sat in work when my Ring doorbell app beeped. So I got the phone out of my top pocket and checked and there was nobody at the front door, odd, but these things happen, a bird, a dog, a passing van. I put the phone back in my pocket.
About an hour later, while I was in a mixed mode meeting, half of us in the conference room, half working from home, my phone vibrated so I slowly got it out and surreptitiously looked at the screen. Again nothing, except my neighbour, a nice thirty something divorcee named Mandy, walking down her drive. I pocketed my phone again.
I say nice, well apart from the face, hair and figure, she was very supportive when she heard about my wife’s illness and often came over to sit with my wife and chat, particularly after Kate became housebound. She occasionally cooked a meal for the three of us as our children had left home, or in Ian’s case gone to University. She was there for me at Kate’s funeral, supporting me on one side and Fiona supporting me on other. I’m not sure fındıkzade escort what she does now, but she works from home and apparently it is mostly in the evenings. Some sort of telemarketing. I didn’t like to pry.
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I had known, well sort of known, her husband, Gordon, who worked in the management of a local supermarket. Although he went to work wearing a suit, he didn’t look smart and I’d have said he had a beer belly, but he was more beer keg shaped. I presumed he must have snacked more than worked in his office, but I was entirely wrong.
At that time, Mandy was doing receptionist work at the local leisure centre, so sometimes working in the day and sometimes in the night. If she had a day shift, she made use of the centre’s facilities after work, or before for the night shift, as long as Gordon’s dinner was in the oven he was apparently happy. When she had a night shift, he would head down to the local pub for a beer or two, or more. He invited me a few times, and whilst I had two pints and a packet of crisps, he must have had six pints with whisky chasers and three packets, so no need for snacks in the office to explain his waistline, or lack of one! I didn’t go often as his talk was all football and the female customer’s tits and asses.
Well, eventually he got caught ‘in flagrante delicto’ with one of the till girls at work bent over his desk, by another employee who was ‘just slipping in’ to tell him that he had ‘got her knocked up’. He might have sorted things out, but then a boyfriend turned up, or he might have been a husband, and all hell let loose about how he was ‘accepting favours’ for giving more shifts.
He lost his job, his wife and his house! Good riddance. Kate and I supported her through her divorce and thankfully there were no children involved. That had all finished just before my wife’s health deteriorated, leaving her housebound. Then a year later my wife died and then Covid struck!
I was worried about Mandy when the leisure centre closed due to Covid, though she had furlough pay. However, she then got this other work which must have been paying well, as she bought herself a little car and was dressing in much nicer clothes. She always had a smile and a nice word for me. I almost felt she was flirting to keep my morale up. Well, it kept something else up, but I refused to fantasise about her.
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Back to the mysterious phone alerts. As it happened for three days on the trot, always about the same time and always, nothing first time and sometimes on the second, Mandy walking down her drive about an hour later. Then it was the weekend, and the phone didn’t beep at all, but on Monday it did. It took me a bit longer to get my phone out the second time, and when I did, I could see Mandy walking up her drive to her house. But she seemed to be further away. I got curious, I rewound the video to when it started recording and initially Mandy wasn’t walking down her drive, she was walking down the edge of my drive, I could see the low sparse flower border behind her legs, not in front.
When my phone beeped the first time on Tuesday, I rewound the video to see Mandy walking up my drive, heading to the gate and the path at the side. So she was heading to the back door! When I compared the coming and going video, her hair was looking less groomed afterwards. Oh, and the gate should have been bolted, so someone, namely Ian, must have unbolted it. I wondered, very briefly, what Mandy and Ian might be doing for an hour or so. I decided that I needed a day off to investigate and arranged it for the following Thursday and, thankfully, Wednesday followed the same pattern.
So I was all set for Thursday. I set off for work as usual, but went to the local shopping centre to mooch around the shops for the morning, taking in a large cappuccino at Costa and then off to the large Tesco supermarket’s “The Café” to get an early lunch. I then drove home but parked around the corner before disabling the doorbell in case Ian had the app on his phone.
And that’s when I arrived at my Garden Office to witness Ian ass fucking Mandy!
Randy Mandy’s Mistake
Ian here. I was in my dad’s Garden Gym, OK he bought it as an Office after mum died, but although the desk is still there, it now houses a multi-gym and a treadmill and there is still plenty of floor space for push-ups and the like on gym mats. I was dressed in shorts and sports shoes. I was bare chested as I had taken my top off when I got too hot.
I had only just come home from University and was already missing Danielle, my friend with benefits. So, I had been working out to burn off some testosterone, but it hadn’t helped, so next thing would be porn on the internet and the trusty Mrs Palm and her daughters, as Terry Pratchett put it!
As I stepped out into the garden, I thought I heard a woman moan in aksaray escort pleasure, so I stood still and listened. Yes, there it was again. It was from Mandy’s garden. Was she being fucked by someone? Would that be worth perving on? You betcha! So, I tiptoed over to the fence, and stepping up on a large, empty, glazed ceramic planter. I carefully looked over the fence.
It was Mandy of course, but on her own. She was mostly lying on a sun lounger, but her legs were spread to either side. The sun was full on her face, with sunglasses protecting her eyes, and her red hair cascading around her shoulders, beautiful, but not the most interesting thing. The most interesting thing about her was that she was topless! Her generous breasts were on full display, except for where her left hand was working on one of her nipples. She had bikini bottoms on with her right hand stuffed deep in them. Clearly the key part of the reason for her moans.
Having watched for about ten minutes, my cock felt it was about to climb out of my shorts. She certainly had some staying power. Possibly she could use some help. Possibly I should pop around, and see? Neighbourly like. I nearly fell off the planter as I got down and headed up to the path beside the house. I unbolted the door to the drive and leapt over the low plants in the border between the driveways. I slowly walked down the side of her house and had to shield my eyes from the sun, the gardens being south facing.
I emerged into Mandy’s garden, thankfully that skank ex-husband Gordon was long gone, and could see her head showing over the lounger and her left leg that now was kicking up in another orgasm. I quietly got closer until I was right alongside her, and she hadn’t noticed. Blimey, she was so fucking sexy! Apart from him still missing mum, I wondered why dad hadn’t hit on her. She kept giving him the eye and saying all of the right things.
I headed south to get a better view and could see the crotch of her bikini bottoms was dark. She must have squirted to make them that dark. The air was rich with a sexually aroused woman’s scent. I kept moving down to get a closer view of this luscious woman, as fine a sexy specimen of a woman in her late thirties, as real a MILF, that you could want. Ok, she hadn’t been a mother, so possibly she is a Cougar. Anyway, I was so intent on watching her pleasure herself, my view now nearly full-length along her body, that I became distracted, what with my hand caressing my hard-on through my shorts and thinking about heading to my room to wank off, that I made a grievous error.
One more step and my shadow fell across her body, or more particularly her face. She must have had her eyes closed, and who can blame her, but she suddenly looked up in shock, both hands freezing in place. Then Mandy’s shock turned to a smile. “Oh! I didn’t imagine you would be home. I was thinking of you.”
My cock twitched and I replied, “Thinking of me?”
“How long have you been back?”
I moved to get closer, removing the shadow from her face. “I’ve been back since the weekend.”
Mandy had raised her left hand to shield her face from the sun and now that the sun wasn’t behind me, she screamed. She yanked her hand out of her bikini bottoms and tried to hide her breasts with it. “Ian! What the Fuck! I thought it was your dad! Oh! What must you think of me! Please don’t tell him!”
“Mandy, I won’t tell him!” I reassured her. “I think you are very sexy! My dad? I always thought you had a thing for him. Pity he doesn’t realise it.”
She must have had a good look at me. “Move your hand.” I used my left hand to shield her face. “Thanks, but not that one, what are you hiding in your shorts?”
I moved my hand, exposing the bulge and, when I glanced down, a dark spot of pre-cum had left a dark spot on the front of my shorts. Mandy swung her right leg over the lounger and shifted to sitting facing me, then reached out and yanked my shorts down. I didn’t move. Never stop a woman who wants to see your cock is my motto. And besides, I also got to see her tits from a nice new angle – yum!
Mandy wrapped her right hand around my cock and pulled me closer. “Ian, tell me honestly. Do you have a girlfriend you would be cheating on?” Her left hand reached up and held my balls. It was great, but it made me feel a little vulnerable.
With her breath on the tip of my cock, and with what I could imagine was about to happen, I might have lied if I had a girlfriend, but there again, with her stranglehold on my future sex life, I thought honesty was the only sensible policy. “No. There is a girl, Danielle. But she’s just my friend with benefits.”
“How much of a friend?” She gave me a warning squeeze.
“We were on the same course last year, and joked a lot, but she is into Taylor Swift and the like, and I only listen to classical. And we just don’t eyüp escort have any romantic connection. But we are good in the sack together. Why?”
“I didn’t ask you about your sex life, but interesting. So you know your way around a woman’s body?”
“Well, I try my best.”
“Hmmm,” she mused. Mandy was gently stroking my shaft and there was a big drop of pre-cum at the tip. She reached out with her tongue and licked it off and I shivered. “Very tasty. What do you think of OnlyFans?”
“Never been on it, but if I had the cash, I would probably spend some there. Why?”
“Would it shock you to know that I have over seven hundred followers?”
“Oh, it would,” I answered as her face fell. “It should be over seven thousand, particularly if you let them see you like you were before I disturbed you.”
Her smile returned. “Well, I’m sure Danielle and you could hit those numbers. But I get by. Especially with a nice dildo or two. Now let me taste this dick of yours properly.” With that, she got up and said, “Ian, lie on the lounger.” So I did with a leg on each side of it. I sat near the top end and pulled up the top section about halfway up as a backrest.
Mandy knelt on the bottom end and with her hands on my cock and balls, she lowered her head to bring her mouth close to the tip of my cock. She looked up at me and smiled and I grinned back. She extended her tongue and licked off the new bead of pre-cum that was there. It was so thrilling that I nearly wanted to cum straight away. OK, Danielle gives me blowjobs, but somehow being outdoors with our mature MILF neighbour with her big tits was a little bit extra naughty and sexy.
Mandy gave me a look and huskily said. “Oh, that tastes so good compared to what I’ve been used to.” She didn’t have to say who, that fat bastard.
She licked her lips, drooled onto my shaft and used her hand to spread it all the way down. Then, with one expert move, she took my cock right to the back of her mouth. She looked at me, winked, and then drove her head further until her nose hit my pubes! The feeling at the top of my cock was incredible and how I didn’t immediately blow I don’t understand. She waggled her tongue on the underside of my cock, stuck it out to touch my ball sack, and then pulled back with a sucking action. She took a deep breath and then repeated it, once, twice and three times.
I reached forward and tapped her on her shoulder. She lifted off. “You liked that?”
“Liked that? It was mind blowing. I wouldn’t have guessed you did that.”
“Oh, it took a lot of practice with my dildo’s but your real cock tastes and feels so much better.”
Ah, I realised she wasn’t comparing me to Gordon and that she probably deepthroated dildos on her OnlyFans. I stroked her hair. “Well, it felt so good I nearly came, three times.” I decided to push my luck. “What’s next?”
“Just how naughty are you?” She gave my cock a squeeze.
“Oh, I think you could get me to be very naughty,” I said. After all, fucking your MILF neighbour has to be near the top of the naughty stakes, but even eating her out or fucking her tits would be up there.
“Oh, really? Well, in that case can you fuck my arse?”
I was gobsmacked. I’d never done anal sex. But had she? Why not? But why? “Er, I’ve not done it before. Have you? Doesn’t it take preparation?”
Mandy gave my cock a long lick. “Oh, it will be fun having your first time. I’ve had a cock up my ass and I am fully prepared so I only need to wrap you and we can have fun. OK?”
I was flabbergasted! My flabber had never been so gasted I just nodded and Mandy reached for her handbag that I hadn’t noticed on the ground beside the lounger and brought out a strip of condoms. I just lay there, semi-reclined, as she tore open a packet and rolled one onto my cock. She then stood and dropped her bikini bottom, turned and bent forward showing me her arse, and there in it was a glittering red jewel. Her right hand reached round and with a rocking motion, pulled out a large silver butt plug, leaving her arse gaping and glistening with lube.
She then lowered herself, whilst reaching between her legs to hold my cock, so as to aim it at her gape. She certainly knew what she was doing as the tip of my manhood homed in on her open back door and entered it before I had really got my thoughts in order. It felt different from penetrating a pussy, but equally mind blowing!
Mandy then lowered herself slowly, and as my cock filled her arse her tightness blew my mind right out of my skull. She settled herself on my lap and rocked around. How I didn’t come I don’t know. Then Mandy started to rise and fall slowly and I could see my cock sliding in and out of her. We were both sighing on each up and down stroke. Then she stopped!
She looked over her shoulder at me. “Ian, would you like to be ridden bareback?”
OK. That would be more erotic than with a condom. “Yeah, that would be incredible!”
Mandy rocked her arse on me. “Will you film it?”
That surprised me. “Er, film? Er, who for?”
“For me.” She rocked her hips again. “Well, for my fans. They will like that more than when I ride my stick-down dildo. It’ll be a special premium video, and I’ll share the money with you.”
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