Goth Mummy Next Door
My name's Josh. I'm nineteen years old and just over a year ago my life was rocked. My mother passed away after a long and brutal battle with cancer, a disease that took my father when I was just a baby. Me and Mum were thick as thieves, inseparable to the point where I was bullied throughout school for being a mumma's boy. I didn't care, I loved my mum and would rather have hung out with her than anyone else. Her death destroyed me and living in our house alone, having inherited everything was strange. In a way I was fortunate, because no one my age owned a three bedroom house in the suburbs with no need of a mortgage and no one else my age owned a two year old Mercedes two seater. But on the other hand, everyone else had parents, friends and partners. I was terminally single. Always had been.
Just finishing up mowing the front lawn one Saturday I grabbed a cold beer out of my trusty "gardening cooler"...yes those exist, shut up. Taking a well earned gulp of ice cold german lager I saw a rental van pull up into the driveway next door. That house had been empty for a while, sparking rumour that the previous owners had been murdered or that the attic was haunted by a Victorian child that was scaring away prospective buyers. It was most likely due to the housing market pricing everyone out but we can pretend it's the haunting if you like, for a laugh.
Out stepped a sweaty and flustered lady that I guess was around twenty-five years of age. Her long, sweat dampened, raven hair was tied up in two bunches. Wide tunnel piercings in her ear lobes and a ring in her nose. As I looked I found my eyes paused on her chest. What a chest. She was wearing a small tank top over a pair of large, perfectly formed breasts that glistened from the sweat under the sun. Looking down along her hourglass figure I found a bottom to match, sadly covered by some tatty old sweatpants. Snapping out of my daze realising no one had ever gotten away with ogling a woman for that long, I turned away and took another sip of my beer.
"Hi neighbour," called the lady in a tone that suggested I'd gotten away with it. She took a few steps toward me with a warm smile on her face.
"Good afternoon," I replied. "I'm Josh!" I held out my hand and shook hers, instantly aware of how clammy my hand was, my face went red.
Clearly sensing the situation, my new neighbour said, "Hey don't worry I'm a sweaty mess too. It's too hot out here to be moving house." I took a mental sigh of relief. "I'm Maxine, but you can call me Max."
"Nice to meet you Max," I replied. Looking into her amazing grey-blue eyes for a little too long.
"I guess I'd better get on with unloading this van," she said, sounding less than pleased at the prospect. "Please disregard how I look at this moment, I promise I don't usually look a total mess."
I spoke without thinking. "Nah you look gorgeous..." I couldn't believe I'd actually just said that to someone I'd known for five minutes. Hoping I could brush past it I said, "I'm done with the lawn, if you want a spare pair of hands moving boxes and whatnot." I was going red again and she giggled.
"You have no idea how much I would love a handsome assistant but you really don't have to, I'm sure you have better things to do and beers to drink," she said sweetly. I insisted it was no big deal, finished my beer, tried to look cool by throwing the empty can into the cooler, missed, swore under my breath then walked feeling like an idiot toward the back of the van as I could hear Max giggling to herself. I grabbed a box which of course just happened to be the heaviest box she had, and moved it indoors. The box said kitchen so that's where I put it. I'm very clever, me.
"So, do you live alone?" asked Max as I put a box marked "shoes" down in the hallway. I explained my situation, totally over sharing about my mum and about how I'm a loner with no friends or lovers and Max suddenly wrapped her arms around me and held me close. "I'm so sorry Josh," she said in a voice as sweet and smooth as honey. I hugged her back and could feel all the blood in my body rush south as I was melting in her embrace.
"Sorry, bit of an over share. I'm good, it's all good. I'm moving on and all that." I smiled as widely as I could. Max kissed me on the cheek and we went back to shiting boxes. In an attempt to impress my new neighbour, I got the job done in no time.
"Wow, what an assistant you are! Thank you so much Josh, you've been a godsend!" she said in a way that made me realise how much I'd missed being praised for things. Everything she had said to me so far had been so kind and sweet. I thought to myself that at that moment I would have done anything she told me to. "I gotta go take this van back."
"If you want I can follow you in my car to the rental place and give you a ride home...if you want, " I offered, trying not to sound as desperate as I was feeling.
"Oh my god yes please, that'd be fabulous," she said. "Are you sure you don't mind?" I assured her it would be my pleasure and off we went, hoping that the Mercedes would have the same effect on Max that it had on people whenever my mum drove around in it.
Back home, dropping her off she said, "thanks again Josh, I've gotta get to unpacking but I'd love to have you over in a few hours so I can cook us dinner as a thank you for all your help."
"Sounds great, here's my number," I said, tapping my phone against hers to transfer my details. "Let me know when you want me and I'll come over." Max cuddled me again and disappeared indoors. I spent the next four hours nervously trying to work out what I'm supposed to wear for dinner with a neighbour. A suit? Nah fuck that, way too much. Jeans and a casual shirt? Maybe. I decided a beer was needed, then went back to my panicking. In the end I put on my "nice jeans" and a white T-shirt, with a casual grey short sleeve shirt over the top. Looking like I'd made an effort, without giving away that it had taken hours of effort to achieve. Just then my phone rang.
"Good evening Joshua," came that honeyed voice. "You can come round now, if you're not busy!" I told her I'd be one minute, put on my shoes and took the ten or so steps from my door to hers and rang the bell. The door opened and my heart skipped a beat and I felt my eyes bulge out of their sockets like a cartoon character. Steam coming out of my ears and little birds flying around my head. Max looked completely different. She stood before me in the doorway with her long, jet black hair handing freely over her shoulders, her eyes lined in black, making those grey-blue pupils pop like stars in the night sky. Her finger nails were painted black, around her neck was a small black choker. A very tight black T-shirt was fighting against the size of her breasts causing the fabric to go thin and reveal her bra beneath. She wore a tantalisingly short pleated skirt over her fishnet stocking.
"Welcome to my new castle!" she said in a voice that almost sang. "Don't just stand there, get in here!" she teased and I did as I was told, barely able to wrench my eyes off of her stunning figure.
"You look...amazing," I said.
"I told you I scrubbed up nicely didn't I," she joked and led me to the kitchen. "Dinner will be ready in a little bit but can I pour you a glass of wine?" I nodded and she poured. Clinking our glasses together we sat in the kitchen talking and getting to know each other a little better. I kept drifting off and missing what she was saying because I was dumbstruck by how beautiful she was. The goth look was really working for me but she was pulling me in with how she acted. She wasn't the normal young woman, she was more mature, more tender...more motherly. She kept calling me sweetie and every time she said it she had me more in the palm of her hand.
We sat at the dinner table, candles lighting up the room to create a romantic mood. We continued to talk across the table and Max was looking me in the eye when I spoke, hanging on my every word and I couldn't look away. With dinner over we moved to the living room and sat on the sofa to drink more wine. The conversation went back to me being alone and losing my mother and with the wine and with being opened up by her conversational skills, I felt myself get upset.
"Oh hey, sweetie I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked," she put down her glass and put an arm around me. "Come here sweetie," she said, holding me tight and kissing me gently on the head. "It's ok." Max soothed me, reassured me and even made me laugh and I felt an instant security and peace in her embrace.
"Sorry, I guess I haven't really talked about it with anyone. It got away from me there a little," I apologised.
She placed a cushion on her lap and told me to lay down with my head on the cushion. She stroked my hair. "Don't worry Josh it's ok," she said reassuringly, "Mumma Max will take good care of you. I know just what you need." I lay there answering her questions while she stroked my hair and looked down at me with those beautiful, enchanting eyes, luring me under her spell.
What she did next took me by surprise. She told me to close my eyes, so I did. I could feel her moving around then I felt something against my lips. She told me to open my eyes, so I did. She had taken off her T-shirt and her bra and had placed her left nipple against my lips.
"Go on sweetie," she said softly. I took her nipple in my mouth and toyed with it with my tongue, swirling and flicking. Gently sucking. "That's a good boy," she purred. My mind was racing, what was happening? What was I doing? I didn't care, whatever this was, I fucking needed it more than I realised. Still stroking my hair and brushing my cheek while she nursed me, she looked into my very soul and smiled. I reached up and started to caress her other tit softly as I sucked.
Max reached an arm down and with one hand undid my jeans, pulled down my zipper and reached in under my boxers to find my cock, hard as a steel pipe and dripping pre-cum. "Oh hello," she purred as she realised the size and girth. "Aren't you a big boy," she teased. "Aren't I a lucky lady!" Max tenderly stroked me from base to tip, twisting her wrist at the tip to work the head. I continued to feed on her breasts as she stroked me, feeling a sense of comfort and need. She was taking care of me in a way no one ever had, as if she knew exactly what I needed while talking to me as if she was my mother. "Stand up," she ordered. "We can't have you dressed, get all that off sweetie." I did as I was told, quickly stripping down until I was totally naked. "Good bye, now come back to Mummy Max, baby boy."
She patted the sofa between her thighs indicating where she wanted me to sit and I sat with my back to her, leaning back against her feeling her breasts press against the skin of my back. Max reached around me with both arms and held me with her left, while her right gripped my throbbing boner and continued my massage while she kissed my neck and shoulder, whispering encouragement and praise in my eye.
"You're such a handsome boy," she whispered. "You're so big and hard for me aren't you," she continued. "So obedient for Mummy." Hearing her talk that way was driving me crazy. I found myself wanting nothing more than to impress her and make her proud of me. She was showering me in love and affection and I was ascending to heaven.
"Oh god," I huffed as I started to feel the orgasm train pull into the station. "I'm...god, I'm going to...cum," I moaned feebly.
"It's ok baby boy, just relax and let it happen. I've got you," she whispered directly into my ear and nibbled playfully on my earlobe as she pinched one of my nipples. "You can cum for me now, Joshua."
Something about the way she said my name pushed me over the edge and I exploded. "Oh god YES NOW," I moaned loudly as I pumped shot after shot of thick white goo all over my chest and stomach. Max was squeezing and milking every last drop until her hand was also covered in my cum then she cuddled me from behind, holding me close.
"Good boy," she whispered in my ear. "Doesn't that feel so much better?" she asked, already knowing the answer. She gently pushed me off and got up to find a towel. Kneeling before me she ran her tongue over my torso, lapping up mouthfuls of my seed. "Mmm," she said, licking her lips before cleaning me up lovingly and giving my softened penis a sweet kiss.
I was in a trance, trying to work out how this all started and what was going to happen next, when she plonked herself down next to me and kissed me. She had saved a little of my cum in her mouth and began to swirl it around my tongue and to my surprise I not only enjoyed the taste but actually let out a soft moan. She kissed me passionately and tenderly for a while before she stood, still bare chested, took my hand and told me to follow her.
"Pick up my clothes and yours, quickly now," she said in a strict tone. "Come with me."
Not wanting to disappoint Max I quickly gathered up the heap of discarded clothing and scurried after her, taking the opportunity to watch her perfect round ass wiggle and giggle as she walked, noting that she had hiked up her skirt to allow me to see. Up the stairs I went, hypnotized by her swaying booty, following her to her lair.
"Thank you sweetie you can put those on the chair over there," she said pointing to a chair in the corner. "Now get on the bed and lay down for me." I obeyed. "That's it, don't move." Max climbed onto the bed now wearing nothing but her fishnets. She kissed and sucked my big toes, then kissed up my leg, making sure to tease me by neglecting my cock then kissed my abs, then my chest, up my neck, pausing to bite me, then finishing on my lips, sucking my tongue and nibbling my bottom lip playfully, pulling it before letting it spring free. Laying still allowing her to do as she pleased, I watched as she placed a knee either side of my head before lowering her freshly shaved pussy onto my lips. Even when dominating me she was sweet and loving, stroking my hair again as she smothered me with her ladyhood.
I ran my tongue all over her dripping wet folds before taking her clit into my mouth and gently sucking, flicking my tongue over it in my mouth and causing her to gasp and moan. Encouraged by her reaction and the words that followed, I carried on doing what I was doing and reached both arms around to grab her ass firmly in my hands. If she wanted to suffocate me there and then she could have, without any protests from me.
"Oooh, sweetie yes," she moaned, "you're doing such a good job!" she started to grind and gyrate her hips against my mouth, reminding me who was in charge and making sure I hit the right spots. "Mummy's sweet boy is gonna make me climax," she growled, fighting for breath. I felt her legs tense and squeeze my head between them before I felt her quiver and twitch, knowing she was on the brink. "yes...yeess...YES YES!" she screamed as she reached a powerful climax, her body shaking hard as the pleasure washed over her entire body. She groped her own breasts and pinched her nipples. She drenched me in her juices, gushing from her like a river into my mouth almost too fast for me to swallow. She finally raised her crotch away from my mouth and I lifted my head to steal one last lick before she moved down to straddle me, playfully rubbing her drenched, silky pink pussy against my solid dick.
"Thank you," I said quietly as she leaned over to kiss me, tasting herself on my tongue.
"Oh baby boy, thank you," she said with a sparkle in her eyes. "You're so good with that tongue sweetie, that felt fabulous!" Again her praise was making me feel amazing and I felt elation at knowing I'd done a good job and pleased her. "But," she continued, "Mumma Max isn't finished with you just yet, Mr." Max took my tongue in her mouth and bit it gently, holding it in place as she ground herself against my cock, before sliding her pussy down around my shaft, taking every inch of me inside her. "Max wants more!" she growled, "and you're going to let me have it, aren't you sweet boy."
"Anything, Max," I answered dutifully. "I'll give you anything." Max smiled as her hips rolled and flexed with me dick buried deep inside her. She placed a hand around my throat as she threw her hips forward and back roughly once again making it clear who was in charge here.
"God yes," she growled, "your big fat cock feels so fucking good inside Mummy!" she was now running her long black nails down my chest, scratching at my skin. Then she stopped grinding and started to bounce. Her huge natural tits bouncing and slapping wildly every time she landed back on me, spanking herself on the ass and moaning. "Oh BABY! YES! YES! YEEEES!" She was screaming loud as her body was hit by another tidal wave of an orgasm, slamming her body down on my cock as hard as she could as she reeled in ecstasy before collapsing on top of me, raining down kisses and squeezes.
"Was that good Max?" I asked, short of breath cuddling her tight against me.
"Called me Mummy," she demanded and gave me a gentle slap across the face while smirking devilishly. "And oh my god, yes! You make Mummy feel so good baby, you're such a good boy." Proud of myself I smiled and kissed her lovingly. She climbed off of me and got on all fours. "Now let me take care of my sweet boy," she said, shaking her ass at me, luring me in. "Come here, NOW!"
I obeyed. I took my place behind her, lined up my glistening, fit to burst cock, and inserted myself back inside her, reveling at how tight she was and how amazing her ass looked from this angle. I got lost in the view for a moment until I heard her snap me out of it by giving me orders. I obeyed. I thrust myself into her hard, quickly picking up the speed and force of my motions. I wanted to show off for her and make her pleased with me. I pounded into her roughly, spanking her and grabbing her hips tight for leverage.
"Oh yes, oh baby boy just like that," she growled, "FILL ME UP! I WANT IT, I WANT IT NOW!" She was demanding my cum and luckily I was ready to unload.
"yes...Yes Mummy...FUCK!" I roared as with one last thrust I blew a huge load inside her, coating her walls with cum and flooding her tunnel until It leaked out of her. I buried my cock as deep as I could go until the last drop left my tip, then slowly pulled out. I lay next to her on the bed and she put an arm around me, pulling me toward her and holding me tightly, kissing me on the head, stroking my hair and whispering praise and affection in my ear.
"Well done, sweet boy," she whispered. I lay in her embrace until I fell asleep, completely naked against her body and that's where I remained until I woke the next morning, on my side with her spooning me from behind. When that flustered lady pulled into next door's driveway that day before I never could have predicted what would happen next, but here I was in the arms of the most gorgeous goth babe I'd ever seen. She'd opened my world to a new level of love and affection and all I wanted from that moment on was to please her, worship her and love her. I was wrapped around her little finger and I couldn't have been any happier.