Birthday baking

Angela wasn’t happy. It was her birthday today and she’d been looking forward to lunch with her boyfriend. Ex boyfriend now to be precise.

She’d called his phone to see where he was and it’d been answered by some giggly girl telling her he was busy. So much for the new outfit she’d bought and her hairdo.

She was halfway up the stairs when the door bell rang and was tempted to ignore it until she heard the singing.

“Happy Birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday Mrs Patterson

Happy birthday to you”

It made her smile. She knew the voice, young David from next door. She’d seen his car there earlier, he must be home for his birthday. 

They shared the same day so ever since they’d moved in next door she’d backed him something. She’d not done anything this year as since he’d finished college he was working and living a couple of states away.

Peeking through the window she saw he was carrying a bunch of flowers, his part of the tradition. She hoped he wasn’t too disappointed.

“Happy birthday David” Angela said as she opened the door.

“Happy birthday Mrs….” he’d been looking around when she’d opened the door and as soon as he saw he stopped talking, his mouth staying open. “Oh wow, ummm” he found his voice again. “You look great.”

“Thank you David” she held the door open, inviting him inside, taking the flowers. “Come in, I’ll get a vase.” She walked towards the sitting room. “I’m sorry dear, but I wasn’t expecting you home so I haven’t baked a treat.”

“You mean this isn’t my treat?” he joked. She turned to him, pretending to frown and he got all flustered. “I’m sorry Mrs Patterson. Are you going out? I better get going.”

“I was going out but I’m not now, and don’t go. I was teasing you” Angela smiled as she placed the vase on the coffee table. “They’re beautiful, thank you.”

“I don’t need any baking treats anyway” David smiled, patting his stomach. “I’m trying to lose the couple of pounds I’ve put on since college.

“Really? I couldn’t tell” she rested her hand on the front of his shirt. He felt so good, firm, unlike the men she’d dated this past year. She looked up at him, noticing his eyes were fixed on her breasts. The dress really did show them off well.

“You like my dress David?” Her hand still rested on his chest and he just nodded. “I do too” she leaned against him, standing on tiptoe and whispered in his ear. “It makes me feel sexy.”

What was she doing? Touching had set off all sorts of feeling and as she leaned in she felt the bump in his groin, a large bump.

“You look so sexy Mrs Patterson.” Angela kept herself pressed against him. He was no longer a boy but there was something incredibly arousing about him calling her Mrs Patterson. Moving her hip against his groin his lips parted in a moan.

Instinctively she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, smiling as his eyes watched transfixed.

“Would you like to kiss me David?”

“Yes, please Mrs Patterson.” Angela parted her lips as David bent towards her. Their lips touched and fearing he may pull away she wrapped an arm around his neck, holding him there as she tasted him. 

Oh god, he was so fresh, so young, skin soft and smooth from his recent shave, the fragrance of his aftershave attacking her senses.

“How long are you home for?” Angela broke the kiss and breathlessly asked?

“Dinner with the family tonight then I leave early in the morning.”

That made Angela’s mind up. She grabbed David’s hand and pulled him towards the stairs.

“Come with me baby, I think it’s time I updated your treat.”

David seemed unsure when they reached the bedroom and started fiddling with his shirt buttons.

“Let me, I love unwrapping presents” Angela soon had his shirt off, running her nails over his chest, making his nipples hard and tender with her kisses. “Oh Davey, your gorgeous” she moaned as he squirmed against her mouth.

Looking down she fumbled with his belt with one hand, cupping him with the other, then dropped to her knees as she let the pants fall. She wasn’t disappointed she wrapped both hands around him, her lips on the tip as she looked up into his face.

His eyes were shut, her blonde hairdo now wrapped in his fingers, as she released his cock and slid him deep inside her mouth. Damn, she’d missed having a firm young cock, masturbating and dreaming as she’d watched the MILF videos. She’d never dreamed it would happen to her again as she’d played with her toys, cumming night after night.

Diving down deeper she felt him in her throat, and he gasped, fingers gripping her hair tighter and when she pulled back off she heard him swear.

“Fuck Mrs Patterson, no one has  ever taken me right the way in.”

She stood, telling him to lay on the bed and watch as she slowly undressed. She’d imagined this as she’d put on the stocking, garters and the lingerie this morning, getting excited then, but never did she dare to think it would be for her young neighbour.

As she stripped he watched, occasionally stroking, her sex twitching, aching at the thought of it filling her, pleasuring her.

“Stay there Davey” Angela instructed as he tried to roll over. She knew what she wanted, and as she climbed on and lowered herself down she gasped as he spread her.

Leaning forward she kissed him, every part of her sex filled with his size.

“Do you like Mrs Patterson’s new treat Davey?” Angela stroked his face as she moved up and down, pumping the full length.

“Mmmmmm yes” he moaned, “so good.” 

Angela smiled, guessing he’d never been so enthusiastically fucked in his life. Placing her hands on his chest she pushed back, sitting upright, gripping him tight. She wanted this to last as long as possible.

One thing she knew, it was not going to wait another year for him, even if she travelled to visit.

She doubted he’d argue with that.