A Neighbors Dusty Attic – A Mature Woman And Her Secrets From The Past [M32/F59] [Masturbation] [JOI] [Femdom]

Not too long ago I spent nine days back at home. I had returned to the place I had once grown up in to spent some nice time with my parents, to go on some hiking trips, to meet up with some old child hood friends and to have a more than affordable vacation that way. My parents didn’t asked me money for staying in my old room, and they also made sure that the fridge was always full. Because they were more than glad to have their oldest thirty two year old single son around for some time. And I helped them out around the house a little bit, as payment, so to say.

It was during Wednesday afternoon when I was out in the warm September sun mowing the lawn when a neighbor all of sudden looked over the two meter high fence into my parents backyard. It took her some time until she had my attention, it was an old gasoline fueled lawnmower, and I was focused on the lawn laying ahead of me while pushing that thing back and forth, but in the end she got my attention.

After I had turned off the lawnmower the fifty nine year old mature woman and me engaged in a conversation. She asked me about how I was, I asked her how she was, casual neighborhood chit chat with a person you know since forever, or that knew you since the day your mother came back home from hospital with her holding first born son in her hands.

Despite not having seen each other for some time, my parent’s neighbor and me were more than familiar with each other. So after a warming up face the conversation turned private. She told me about her husband leaving her, and her own grown up sons having that much time for their aging mother.

I listened to the well aged woman, I showed some understanding, I told her that her sons definitely should look more after her and so on, and so on. Then after some time complaining, she came to what she actually really wanted: “...and no one of them even has time to help out their mother for a day or two, cleaning up her old dusty attic.”

Some thinking time later, I kept on talking with the neighbor throughout it, I offered her my help. Because I actually sometimes am a nice guy, and because I was curious about her attic, and the inside of her house in general: I knew that she was a hobby artist, that meant her place most likely would be full with her art, and I have heard rumors of kinky things happening inside her house, and especially up in her attic.

Me telling her, promising her to help her with her attic put a huge smile on the neighbor’s well aged face. She then asked me when I would have time, I told her now. Then I corrected myself: “Not now, now, but as soon as I am finished mowing the lawn.”

The neighbors head went up and down, she told me that she would wait for me, that I just had to knock at her door, then the mature head disappeared behind the fence, I turned on the lawn mower and finished mowing the lawn. Then, after refreshing myself a little bit, I headed over to one of the neighboring houses.

Then I rang the doorbell. It didn’t took long and my neighbor opened up. It was then that I realized that not just her face had aged well, but that her whole body had aged well. She looked hot in that summer dress she was wearing despite we already September. We checked each other out from tip to toe for some time before she asked me inside.

After some talking, her offering me something refreshing to drink, we went upstairs, into her attic. The place itself was cramped: Boxes, old furniture, paintings done by my neighbor, her name was on it and paintings, framed photos, pictures that just were there. I took a quick look around, then I asked my parents mature neighbor the following question: “Okay, what do you want me to do?”

What followed were some work instructions: “I dust off things, you bring them downstairs into the living room.”

My head went up and down, a jokingly “yes, ma’am” came out of my mouth and then I waited for her to hand me the first piece. To my surprise, that “yes, ma’am” put a huge smile on the mature woman’s face. Then work began.

While the neighbor was dusting off, and bending over a lot while doing so, she clearly was up to something. She clearly had no problem with having my full attention, with me lusting for her more and more, I carried one heavy frame with a picture, a poster or a photo in it downstairs into the living room. Luckily there was enough space in her living room for me to put all the things down.

After up to twenty frames had been brought downstairs, I began to get a little bit tired, because two floors up and two floors down twenty times within a relative short amount of time is definitely a more than halfway decent workout, it was time for the first cardboard box.

The neighbor had already dusted it off and pushed it towards the entrance to the attic when I came back up. I grabbed the box, I lifted it off the ground, and boom, it happened, the things inside were a little bit to heavy, the bottom of the box broke through. I immediately began to curse out loud, then I saw what had been hidden away in the box.



It was an assortment of lingerie, sexy clothes made out of leather, some latex stuff, things that you clearly don’t wear when heading out grocery shopping, but things you definitely wear when you are in your bedroom or inside a swinger club. When I realized what I just had dumped onto the stairs, I stopped cursing, I got quiet, I blushed a little bit and I honestly had no clue how to react onto what just had been happening.

A few seconds later, that felt like an eternity for me, the neighbor got me out of my misery. At least to a certain degree: “Oh, that is where those things ended up. I have been looking for some of them for some time. Curious if they still fit.”

The mature woman said those words in a certain way. A way that quickly made clear that she exactly knew what had been in the box, and that it actually most likely didn’t was an accident at all that the bottom of the box broke through.

So I decided to join in her game, because horny me was actually more than fond of the idea of seeing the well aged fifty nine year old woman in some lingerie, or maybe in some sexy latex leather clothes. The following words escaped my mouth: “There is only one way to figure out if they still fit, isn’t it?”

Now the older woman blushed a little bit. Some thinking was going on in her head: Had it really worked out? Has he really taken the bait? The neighbor decided that I had, so she kept on going: “How about me putting on some of those things, and then you deciding if they still fit?”

A smile appeared on my face while something down there between my legs began to grow: “Sounds like a plant to me. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow?”

Now a huge smile appeared on the neighbors well aged still a little bit read face: “How about now? You go down into the living room, wait, it is full with stuff now, into the kitchen, and I will show up in some stuff from the box?”

My head went up and down, I smiled at the mature neighbor while doing so, then I helped her picking up her clothes and then I went downstairs into the kitchen. Where I filled myself a glass with water, then I sat down at the kitchen table with my eyes pointed towards the entrance and then I began to wait.

My imagination ran a little bit wild while I was waiting. In my head I was already sliding my rock hard dick into my parent’s mature neighbor’s pussy. In my head, I was fucking a woman roughly twenty seven years older than me. Horny me and my hardening dick, they both were more than thrilled about the images that popped up in my head.

Then the mature woman finally showed up. She was wearing a fine piece of lingerie, she was showing off her body, bending over, turning around, she looked hot. More than hot. It was her that turned my dick rock hard, and then once more was gone: “I will be back in another outfit soon.”

Some time later the well aged woman showed up again. In a different set of lingerie, showing off herself once more, but this time she said the following shortly after she had entered the kitchen: “I am close to naked here, so how about you getting out of your clothes too? How about you being totally naked when I return with a different set of clothes on my body?”

I nodded, then I watched, then I enjoyed the show. It was then that my hand moved towards my hard one, that my hand wanted to slid inside my pants. Horny me wanted to touch himself. Horny me wanted to play with my rock hard dick. But my horny behavior, it didn’t stay unnoticed. A certain mature woman wearing nothing but some hot lingerie immediately realized what I was up to: “If you want the show to continue, hold back. Keep that horny animal living inside you safely locked away in it’s cage.”

I nodded and while doing so I pulled back my hand. To be on the safer side of things I sat down on my own hands while I kept on watching the mature neighbor showing herself off in another fine piece of lingerie. Then she left the kitchen once more and went upstairs to put on a new outfit.

While she was gone I got out of my clothes. I carefully put them on an empty chair, then I sat down again, with my hands beneath my body and my hard one pointing partly straight ahead and partly up to the ceiling. Some time later, it had been the longest dressing break so far, the mature neighbor finally returned into her kitchen.

This time she was dressed different. No lingerie, she had put on some heeled leather boots, some tight sitting shiny pants and a deep cut leather top. She also had redone her hair in a very strict looking, conservative way. Fuck, she looked hot. More than hot. My dick might have gotten a little bit harder and a little bit bigger the moment I laid eyes on her.

And then, when she turned around, when the mature woman began to show of herself in the clothes she was wearing, I began to leak some pre cum while my jaw dropped to the ground. Damn it, now I really wanted, now I really needed her. I more than struggled to hold myself back, to keep on siting on my hands and to not launch towards her, kiss her, get her pants down and fuck her good.

Because I sensed that that sort of behavior from my side wouldn’t have been appropriate all. That the mature neighbor would be the one that liked to call the shots, that liked to have the initiative on her side, and my intuition, as the immediate future would show, was right.

When she was done showing off, the neighbor stayed in the kitchen this time. She now checked me out from tip to toe, and in the end, her eyes ended up on my hard one: “Young men and their always rock hard dicks...”

Her words made me plush a little bit. Then she kept on going: “So you like what you see, don’t you?”

I nodded. Then I told her that I loved what I was seeing. That she looked amazing, hot and everything else positive someone can say about someone’s looks. My words put a smile on her face, then she addressed me again: “And I bet you want nothing put to unzip my pants and go for my sweet sweet pussy, don’t you?”

When the words sweet sweet pussy arrived in my brain, I licked my lips, my mouth began to water and then an oh yes came out of my body. The smile then slowly disappeared out of the mature woman’s face: “But you have to earn the right to taste my pussy. So far you did well, but do you see those dirty spots on my boots?”

Moments later I was down on the floor, on all of my four and my tongue was cleaning her boots. I was very careful to not miss a single spot. It was then that the neighbor gently pushed me back: “I see, you know where your place is. And you also know how to please a woman. But let me sit down first. Follow me.”

We then went over into a room I had never been in before. It was on the first floor, it was a small little studio with plenty of arts supplies, an easel with a half finished painting on it and a chair that reminded me of a throne standing against one of the walls. The well aged neighbor placed herself onto that chair.

She sat down in a more than sexy way. She crossed her legs in a more than sexy way. It was then, while looking straight ahead, I was still down on the floor on all my four, I had crawled from the kitchen into the studio, that I saw that her pants had a zipper going from the front to the back. I wished nothing more than to unzip her and dig in, but again, I held back. I patiently waited for my next order.

And it shouldn’t take long for the neighbor to give me my next order: “Now, you can clean my boots.”

Moments later my tongue was on her boot again. I was very careful to not miss a single of the dirty spots. And if I did, the surprisingly dominant mature neighbor was so kind to point me towards it. While I kept on licking the dirt of her boots, my horny levels rose higher and higher.

Once I was done cleaning the second boot, the mature woman smiled down on me: “Well done, time for your reward.”

Horny me wished that she would unzip her pants, that she would allow me to taste her sweet pussy for the first time ever, but the mature woman had different plans: “Stay on your knees, but with your upper body half upright.”

I did as being told to do. My hard one now pointed straight towards the mature woman who still was sitting on her throne. She looked down at him and then she gave me another order: “Now, touch yourself. Jerk off, while looking at me. While looking at the thing that currently turns you on the most. And don’t dare to take my eyes off me.”

Without thinking I confirmed her order with a yes ma’am. Then my hand began to go up and down on my hard one. It didn’t took long and my doing felt more than good and I began to moan out loud while I gave myself one hard and fast stroke after the other. So far I kept on looking at the mature woman sitting in front of me.

Then my doing, me relieving myself, it began to feel better and better. I began to struggle to keep my eyes open, I began to struggle to keep on looking at the dominant mature woman sitting in front of me. Fuck, my mind turned off more and more.

The neighbor saw what was going on with me, and she decided to make things better, or worse, it depends on your point of view. She gave already moaning out, already mostly brain dead me another order: “How about you not just jerking off, but playing with your balls too while jerking off?”

I moaned out another yes ma’am and then my free hand began to play with my balls. At first I squeezed them gently, then harder and harder as my other hand kept on taking good care of my hard one. Now I really struggled to keep my eyes on the more than hot woman that was watching me and my doing with a stoic expression on her face sitting in front of me. Damn it, I was in heaven, and partly in hell. I loved it.

I wanted to just let go. To get fully lost in the act, to just cum, to dump a huge load onto the floor in front of me. But that me forcing myself to keep my eyes open, to keep on looking at the mature woman dressed in latex and leather in front of me, and again, she knew what was going on with me, and her being her, she decided to make my life even more difficult: “How about you looking me into my eyes from now own?”

Another yes ma’am left my body as my head moved upwards. Then my eyes met her eyes while one of my hands was squeezing my balls and my other hand kept on going up and down on my hard one. It felt so good, I was so turned on, I was so ready to cum, but me having to looking into my dominatrix’s face, I kept me on the edge. It kept me feeling good. I made my mind melt away even more.

Then the dominant mature woman decided that it was time to show me some mercy. That it was time to let me cum. She told me about her decision by using the following words: “How about you coming a little bit closer to me, and then dump your load onto the boot of mine that currently is high up in the air? And no need to look at me anymore.”

Again I confirmed her order, then I crawled forward. Then I stopped forcing myself to look at her, to look into her eyes and just let go. My inner horny animal now in full swing as I gave myself a last few very hard and very intense strokes as I literally tried to squeeze every last drop of my cum out of my balls.

Fuck, I let out a few more very loud, very intense moans, then I dumped my load onto the mature neighbors boot. A huge load shot out through my rock hard dick and ended up on the boot I just had been cleaning. Damn it, my body whole body was trembling, it came more than good, I was a moment away from collapsing, when the woman partly dressed in leather gave me another order: “How about cleaning up the mess you just made?”

A shiver drove through my relaxed post orgasm body. Without thinking, without hesitating I confirmed her order and a moment or two later I was licking my own spunk off her leather boots. I swallowed every last drop of it, I was very careful to not miss a single little spot and once I was done, I showed the dominant woman sitting in front of me my empty mouth.

My doing put a smile on the mature woman’s face: “So not all is lost with you. And someone already has trained you well. But for today, I think the two of us are done. We can continue tomorrow, if you like.”

I told her that I’d loved to continue on the following day. And now the game was over, she turned back into my parent’s neighbor and turned back into the guy that had come over to help her cleaning up up her attic.

We went back into the kitchen, were I put my clothes back on, and while doing so we talked about the session we just had together. We came to the conclusion that we both really enjoyed our time together, and that we both were more than willing for another round on the following day. After we would have cleaned up her attic a little bit more.

Then, the afternoon was already a thing of the past, I went back home, back into my parent’s place. There I ran into my parents, we then had dinner together, we talked about our days, and when I told my parents that I had been helping out their neighbor cleaning up her attic, two we know what most likely really had been going on smiles appeared on my mother’s and my father’s faces.

I spent the remainder of the day, after I helped my mother putting away the dishes, and nope we didn’t talked about the neighbor and me, up in my old room, reading a book, thinking and fantasizing about the next day, dreaming about me and my parent’s mature neighbor doing some more hot and kinky things together.