A Boy Next Door Story
(Unlocked : Volume 1)
By Alexa Madelaine
Copyrighted 2017 Alexa Madelaine
Pam sighed as Ben tore the controller out of Steven’s hand and then threw it as hard as he could against the opposite wall. Immediately, Steven started screaming. At six and eight, her children were more like little goblins than people.
“Ben!” she snapped, falling into angry-mom mode with the ease of eight years of practice. “Give that back to your brother!”
She glanced over at Steve whose gaze remained trained on his phone, oblivious to the chaos going on three feet from where he sat. She huffed again. Steve wasn’t a bad husband. He was just… distant. He just wasn’t interested like he had been at nineteen when the two of them had crossed paths at the local university football game. Twenty-years and two children later, it seemed Pam just couldn’t hold his interest like his Fantasy Football League could.
Hell, she couldn’t even recall the last time they’d actually had sex. Even as she went through the motion of disciplining her children, she strained to remember the last time she had been held by Steve, let alone been fucked by him. Two months by her estimation.
“I hate you!” Steven screeched, clawing at his little brother’s face.
“Steven!” Steve snapped, finally raising his head from his phone. “Stop screaming. I can’t concentrate on my draft picks!”
Slowly, Pam counted backwards from ten. At least he’d done something. She had to remind herself that Steve was a good day on most days, even if he had his phone surgically glued to his hand during football season.
“Go to your rooms, boys,” Pam said, voice stern and nonnegotiable.
They huffed but did as they were told.
The sudden deafening silence from their exit made Pam wish she had something to talk to her husband about. He was still ignoring her on his phone though, so maybe it was a good thing. She went over to the couch and plopped down, switching the input on the TV so she could watch some Netflix.
She glanced over at her husband. “We could go to bed after we put the boys down,” she suggested. “It would be nice to spend some time together.” She put emphasis on the last part.
“Huh?” Steve asked, not raising his gaze from his phone.
She cleared her throat, wishing like hell that she had married someone who actually liked to dominate the bedroom. She’d married the safe bet instead.
“Would you like to call it an early night?” she repeated.
He shrugged. “Not really. I will probably be on fantasy for a while.”
At least one of them would be anywhere near “fantasy.”
“I just thought-”
“Maybe tomorrow, honey,” he said interrupting her. “We can talk about it later. I really have to concentrate on this. It’s the draft. It’ll effect my whole game if I don’t get the players I need.”
She fell silent. There was no point in trying to argue her way into bed with her husband. She huffed. It wasn’t like she was all that interested anyways.
****
Pam’s days were often spent staring into the excel abyss while avoiding the wrath of her grumpy boss, Mr. Thomas. The small car lot may not have been much but Mr. Thomas took the selling of cars very, very seriously and ran his business like a general with a bunch of new recruits.
She drummed her thumb on her desk. Lunch was still a long way off and the romance novel she’d brought to read was just getting to the good part. She squirmed at where she’d left her heroine, tied to stakes on an island in the Caribbean with Jacques about to plow her feminine curves with enthusiasm.
A sign slipped from her lips as a familiar fantasy rose up in her mind. Thirty-six was not a good time to rethink her life decisions. In her fantasy, she cashed in her Friday check and drove immediately to the airport where she booked a flight to Mexico. Since the exchange rate was so high, she’d have just enough to open a bar on the beach. No one would know she’d left a husband and two young children behind her. No. They’d know her as the fun, attractive American who had a gypsy soul and who wasn’t afraid to go up to a strong man and let him slide his cock in so far that it touched her soul.
“Mrs. Donaldson,” a familiar voice rumbled somewhere over her left shoulder.
She blinked as reality settled back into the forefront of her mind. She turned. “Yes, Mr. Thomas?”
“I believe I was expecting the report on last quarter’s profits on my desk before noon,” Mr. Thomas sneered, staring down his extraordinarily long nose at her. “Did you forget?”
She had but she sure as hell wasn’t admitting it. “Of course not, Mr. Thomas. I was delayed by another engagement, however, I’ll have it right to you in half an hour.”
Mr. Thomas almost rolled his beady eyes. “See that you do.”
With that, the squat little man turned and stomped away in another direction, no doubt to give the sales’ guys a hard time. She wished she wouldn’t do that. It wasn’t her fault that every time she came in here watching paint dry was more interesting. That’s what she got for majoring in accounting instead of art.
It was best to save the sex-on-the-beach fantasies until her lunch break when faceless strangers would fuck her stupid on the beach.
****
By the time she arrived home from work, she was in full-on mindless zombie mode, complete with shuffling feet and hunched shoulders. How much longer was she really going to go on like this? Her life was boring. She was normal. Nothing exciting was ever going to happen again.
As she put her old Corolla in park, the sound of a slamming mental door drew her attention to the house beside hers. The Madison’s had moved out three months previously and had yet to sell their home, at least that’s what she had been led to believe. The large Budget truck sitting in the driveway seemed to said something different.
A thin young man who couldn’t have been more than eighteen or nineteen years old hopped off the back of the truck after securing the door, black hair glistening with sweat. An older man patted him on the back before turning back to the house. The younger man raised the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat form his brow, exposing the firm ridges of his ripped abdomen.
Pam nearly had to fan herself. He might have been thin but he had a wiry sort of muscle that was extremely attractive.
Listen at you. You sound like a old lecherous bitty. He’s a baby!
Forcing her thoughts away from the young man’s body, she grabbed her worn leather purse from the front seat and opened her door.
“Hello!”
She nearly stumbled as a tiny Latina woman came bounding up to her, crossing the boundary line between their properties like it wasn’t even there.
Pam pasted a smile to her lips. “Hi,” she said. “Just moving in?”
The other woman nodded. “Yes. We just moved into town from Las Vegas. I’m Josephina.”
“Pam,” she returned, curiosity fighting back her earlier tiredness. “Do you have any children?”
Again, the woman nodded. “Yes. I have three boys.” She pointed to the young man Pam had been ogling earlier. “That’s my oldest, Diego. He’s nineteen. He just transferred into the local college, won’t start until next semester though.”
Pam felt her smile slip just a little bit but she nodded. “Oh how nice! Did you say you had three children?”
“Yes. I have Fernando and Carlos as well. They’re staying at their grandparents today since we were moving everything in. They’re ten and seven.”
This new family seemed a lot like her family, normal, boring. “We’ll have to have a play date sometime. My boys are around their age.”
“That would be wonderful. It will be nice t
o have a friend in the area.” Josephina smiled.
Their conversation continued on in the same vein, meaningless chitchat that was almost as boring as Pam’s excel sheets at work. Thank god she had Friday’s off from the dealership. It was one of the only perks from her job. She only worked four days a week. That meant she had one whole day away from her husband and children at least once a week.
“I’ll expect you on Saturday,” Josephina said as their conversation wound to a close.
“It’s a play date,” Pam agreed, turning toward her front door. “See you then!”
They parted ways and Pam let herself into her home. The Martinez family seemed nice enough. Maybe their kids would play together. It would be nice to be able to kick them out to play in the yard this summer. They needed more sun anyways and it was the perfect excuse to get them off whatever their new game system was trying to sell them.
Pam was enjoying her day to sleep in. The kids were gone. Her husband was at work. She had the entire house to herself.
The twang of a guitar cut through her luxuriating, shattering the dream she was having of getting screwed by her tennis instructor at a luxury resort she had won from a company raffle. Her eyes flew open as annoyance hit her. Not again!
It seemed like the Martinez’s oldest boy may have been pretty to look at but he was going to be a giant pain in the ass. His loft located over the Martinez’s garage was right by her bedroom window upstairs and he had already been up until midnight playing the most god-awful music ever. Her husband had shushed her when she’d gotten out of bed to go tell him to knock it off.
“They’re new to the neighborhood, Pammy,” Steve said, putting his reading glasses beside his phone on his nightstand. “We don’t want them to feel unwelcome on their first day. Besides, they’re probably just celebrating moving in.”
If the whole family had started celebrating at noon on a school day, Pam had a lot of questions. Enough was enough.
She threw the covers off her body, rolling to a sitting position as tension stole the last seconds of enjoyment from her sleep. Diego was going to have to learn what was and what was not acceptable in this neighborhood. Interrupting her afternoon nap on her day of freedom was definitely not acceptable.
Pulling her hair up into a pony tail and wrapping her red robe around her body, she marched down the stairs, out the front door, and into the side door of the Martinez’s garage. The door had never locked properly.
She headed across the empty garage to the set of stairs leading to the loft above, uncaring whether or not Diego was ready to accept company.
As soon as she got to the door she raised her fist and rapped on the surface. The music continued to blast for another fifteen seconds before it cut off, leaving her annoyed breathing the only sound.
The door swung inward and Pam was confronted with a fine specimen of a young man. He was shirtless with only a pair of thin cotton pants to cover up the rest of him. Lord, she wanted to know how he managed to get his chest and abdomen so cut. She hadn’t seen muscle like that outside of a fitness commercial.
His dark chocolate eyes assessed her. “My parents ain’t home, lady.”
Suddenly intensely aware that she was standing braless in a bathroom, she swallowed. “Your music is entirely too loud,” she said, her voice coming out far breathier than she wanted it to. “Could you, please, turn it down? I was trying to nap.”
A small, crooked grin stretched his full lips. “Yeah? You don’t like my music?”
“Not at that volume, no.”
He reached down and casually cupped his crotch, the hand sliding away before she could think he was being disrespectful. For all she knew, he had just had to adjust. She had two boys; she knew that boys spent a lot of time moving junk around.
“I bet you’d like it more if you listened to it from in here,” he said, a twinkle of something like mischief reflected in his gaze. She watched as he moved his hand back to the outline to his cock. “Why don’t you come listen, Mrs…”
“Donaldson,” she said, following his prompt. Her cheeks heated. Did he really want her to come into his little apartment? He had to be teasing her.
Diego pushed the door wider. “Come on in.”
Dismayed, she watched him step back to allow her entrance. She hesitated on the step, unsure. He had to just be being polite. If someone her age showed up on her doorstep, her boys would probably extend some kind of courtesy to them.
She stepped inside and found herself standing in a small studio bedroom with the door to what looked like a bathroom to one side and a small couch in front of a TV in the other. A mini-fridge that looked like it had seen better days was pushed to one side and acted as a dresser for the queen-size mattress laying on the floor.
“I ain’t finished unpacking yet,” he said, noticing the direction of her gaze. He went over to the fridge. “You want a coke?”
“No. Thank you,” she said awkwardly. This was wrong on so many levels. She had no business being in a nineteen year old boys room. “I, uh, I really should be going.” She turned to leave.
“Don’t go yet, Mami,” he said, causing her to turn back toward him. “I was enjoying our talk.”
Damn her need to be polite. She paused and then turned back toward him. Okay. She wasn’t imagining it. He really was grabbing his dick, rubbing it to a half-hard chub right before her eyes.
“This-This is inappropriate,” she said, taking a step back. “Your mother-”
“My mother ain’t got nothing to do with this,” Diego interrupted smoothly. “You were watching me yesterday, weren’t you old woman?” He deliberately cupped himself, squeezing his dick for her suddenly hungry gaze. “This is what got you all hot and bothered, lady, not my music.”
“I-I’m married,” she stammered, mesmerized by the slow stroke of his hand across his clothed-cock. “Diego-”
Diego chuckled, interrupting her again. “I knew you would remember my name. I was wondering how I was going to get you over here so I can fuck that pretty white pussy.”
A gush of liquid want made Pam’s clit throb with want. This was just what she’d fantasized about time and time again. How was she supposed to prevent herself from getting so wet when someone was handing her lines out of her own personal fetish collection?
She tried to tamp down on her excitement. Boys were way off limit for her. Besides, she knew what she looked like. She was average height, fairly in shape for her age, but average everywhere else. Her hair had streaks of grey that shone through whenever it got close to her next hair appointment. Her breasts were nowhere near as round, perky, and luscious as they had been when she’d been Diego’s age. Men wanted younger women, not ones old enough to be their mother.
“If you think your behavior is going to get you out of turning down that music, young man, you are sadly mistaken.” She was proud that her voice didn’t come out nearly as breathless and lusty as she felt.
“Oh yeah? My behavior, huh?”
His voice was suddenly much too close as he crossed the distance between them so quickly she startled.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, trying to take a step back.
Diego gripped her hips and pulled her closer, his gaze nearly even with her own. “Shut up, Mami.”
He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Pam’s, forcing his tongue into Pam’s mouth. Shock infused her system followed by another bolt of lust so intense her wetness soaked through her panties and started a slow damp trail down the inside of her thighs. She moaned, raising her hands to push Diego away. He just pulled her closer and grinded his hard cock against the mound of her pussy.
All thoughts of leaving fled as he grabbed her by the ass and picked her up, never breaking where their lips were joined.
Where the hell did nineteen year old boys learn how to kiss like that?
Diego pushed her down onto his mattress before slowly pushing his sweat pants off his hips. “I always wanted to fuck an old woman,” he said, rubbing a han
d over his hard dick.
Nestled amongst a forest of black curls, his cock was long and thin, uncut. Her mouth watered for a taste even as her pussy clenched rhythmically like it was her favorite vibrator.
He smiled down at her like he knew what she was thinking. “I’m going to fuck you so good, Mami, that you’ll come over every day just to get a taste of my dick.”
“You sure you could handle it?” she asked, a slight bit of annoyance rising up at his arrogant tone.
Again, he laughed. “Take off that robe, Mami, and find out.”
Her nipples hardened at the command. She really shouldn’t do this. It would only cause trouble later…
Her conscience was still arguing with her body as her hands unfastened the rope tying her robe together. It fell away without any drama, revealing her tight light-pink t-shirt and matching black and white shorts. Her nipples were like beacons against the fabric of her shirt and Diego wasted no time in zeroing in on it.
“Want this cock, Mami?” He cupped himself and stroked down his length again.
Biting her lip, she nodded. Hunger was now a living, breathing entity inside her. She was so wet. He had to see the smears of her desire on her damp thighs.
He stripped her slowly, taking his time to tease her into a ball of liquid nerves.
A part of her still couldn’t believe she was doing this. She couldn’t remember ever getting this hot and bothered over Steve. Naked and already sheened with sweat, she was helpless to stop Diego as he forced his way between her legs and settled between her thighs.
She cried out as his lips sealed over her throbbing nipple, sucking hard on the peak. Her legs spread of their own volition, arching her pelvis into the air like a cat in heat. Diego shoved his hand between her legs, pushing a digit into the soaked hole that waited for him there.
“Diego!” she gasped, humping into his hands. “Please!”
“Yeah,” he rumbled, satisfaction shining in his chocolate brown eyes. “You want this don’t you, old lady? You want to fuck this young meat.”
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