Submit to Me, Mrs. Robinson (closed)

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Blake Foster was your average 19 year college student. He had gone to school on a full ride academic scholarship and was studying pre-law to one day get into law school. Arriving at college, Blake never thought about sex much, growing up in a conservative town, but had his sexual awakening while at school, and had become quite the player. At 5'11" 205 lbs, the blond haired, blue eyed man wasn't the best looking guy, but his charm made up in his quest to bed his female classmate, and his 8" uncircumcised cock was more than enough to satisfy his female conquests.

Coming home for the summer, Blake was already trying to figure out how he was going to get pussy while away from campus. At the same time, his mother was asking him to help with the neighbors. Apparently their next door neighbors, the Robinsons, got divorced, and the wife kicked the husband out, and she has no one to help with the yard work. Blake's mother volunteered him to help over the summer.

Begrudgingly, Blake walked over on his first Saturday back home over to Mrs. Robinson's house to mow the lawn, as it clearly needed it. Approaching the door, Blake rang the doorbell and waited for Mrs. Robinson to answer.

 

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Emily Robinson had just finished putting on her robe, her Kindle paperwhite on one hand, getting ready to spend a lazy morning by the pool. Beneath the robe, she wore a conservative dark blue one-piece that covers her more-than-generous curves. Standing at barely 5’2, she is a short woman, blessed with large hips, shapely ass and big breasts, a figure that is anathema to today’s concept of sexiness - long legs, narrow hips and barely-there breasts.

She gave a grimace at that thought, memories of her husband who had so callously discarded her by running off with his bimbo of a secretary popped into her mind. Rubbing at the slash of pain that streak through her chest at thought of that humiliating event, she squared her shoulders and was about to open the French doors that lead to the pool area, when the doorbell chimed.

She gave a start, wondering who could be calling at this hour. Then she remembered that her neighbor, Mrs. Foster, had mentioned casually a few days ago that she is sending her son to do some yard work for her. Chiding herself for being forgetful, Emily checked her appearance, hoping she is decent for company.

Crossing towards the living room, she opened the front door to a tall, young man.

Giving him a warm smile, she said, “You must be Katherine’s son. I’m glad you are here. Come follow me and I’ll show where the mower and the other tools are.”

 

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As Mrs. Robinson opened the door, Blake gave a groggy hello. He didn't want to be up early on a Saturday, but he expected with the taller grass, it was going to take longer than usual. At first, he didn't pay much attention to Mrs. Robinson until she turned around and led Blake to the backyard, giving him a clear view of her ass underneath her robe.

Blake was mesmerized by how big of an ass Mrs. Robinson had. Blake had never given thought to fucking anyone other than skinny girls, but after some recent fucks where the girls had pretty bony asses, it was a little uncomfortable driving into their rears while fucking doggy. Blake's cock started to stiffen as he stared at Mrs. Robinson's ass, imagining what it would feel like to have all that cushion while fucking.

After seeing what tools Mrs. Robinson had, Blake took the lawnmower and opened the front gate beginning to work on the front yard. He started mowing and quickly moved on from Mrs. Robinson's ass, having not in front of him. After about a hour, he finished up the front yard and made his way to the backyard where the pool was.

 

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Having provided Blake with the tools and giving him sufficient instructions on what to do, Emily left the young man to his task. Deciding that the pool area is far enough from the front lawn, she decided to continue with her plans for the day.

After taking a quick swim to refresh herself, she lay down on one of the pool chairs to relax. Firing up her Kindle, she continued reading her latest book, a Cherise Sinclair’s BDSM romance. Reading has been Emily’s favorite hobby since childhood, and smutty romances is her guilty pleasure. As she read about the interactions of the bratty sub and her strict dom, she finds herself squirming in the chair. As the couple’s actions become more and more sexual, Emily found herself slightly aroused, her nipples tingling and her core dampening. She crossed her legs to put some pressure on her crotch when she heard the wooden door between the front lawn and the pool area.

Remembering Blake, Emily immediately sat up, a flush on her skin still revealing her body’s condition.

 

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As Blake started on the side on the house with the gate, he remembered that Mrs. Robinson was back there and his mind returned to her ass. Having fully woken up over the last hour, he couldn't stop thinking about fucking Mrs. Robinson doggy and her cushioned ass.

As he finished on the side, the heat was finally getting to him and he threw off his shirt. He figured it wouldn't be a problem. As he came into the backyard and saw Mrs. Robinson in her wet bathing suit, this time, it was Mrs. Robinson's large tits that drew Blake's attention. Blake's cock hardened again, but this time remained stiff.

Blake was confused with himself. He never had an attraction to any of the fat girls on campus, and yet Mrs. Robinson's body was making himself as horny as could possibly be. He couldn't help but continue to steal glances, wondering what she looked like underneath her bathing suit, as his mind was focusing on all of the benefits of fucking a large woman.

As he finished around the pool, he noticed all of the grass clippings around the pool. Blake stopped the mower and went for the pool skimmer, wanting to continue to look at Mrs. Robinson more while he cleaned the pool of his work.

 

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Understanding that Blake is about to do the grassy area near the pool, Emily settled back into the couch. With the sound of the mower making it a little hard for her to focus on her book, she put her e-reader down, slipped on her sunglasses and just tried to relax.

Once in awhile, she would glance at the working young man. She had noticed that he had taken off his shirt, and couldn’t help the feminine instinct to check him out. Lightly muscled, his torso gleamed with sweat. For a brief instant, Emily wondered what it would be like to have a young man as a lover. To be on the receiving end of youthful enthusiasm and stamina. She chided herself for her thoughts and started to drift off a bit.

It took her a minute to realize what woke her up. The mower is off. Blake is now working on the pool, just a few feet from her reclining form. Now, at such a distance, she has better view of his masculine form. She has to admit the kid has the kind of body she would have gone for where she 20 years younger.

Noticing that he is almost done, she took off her sunglasses and called out, “You look like you are almost done. If you like I had some cold lemonade in the kitchen for you..”

‘Oh, and if you want to take a quick shower before you leave, you can use the bathroom in the guest room,” she offered politely.

 

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As Blake got all of the clippings out of the pool, he continued stealing glances at Mrs. Robinson and was continuing to be confused with his manly desires. As he finished with the pool and heard her talk, he replied, "Sure, I'd love some lemonade." As he waited for her to return, he returned the mower to the shed.

 

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Based on Blake’s response, it seemed that he expected her to bring the lemonade out. Putting on her robe, she stood up to enter back the house. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade. Setting it in a tray with some glasses, she took it out to the pool area.

 

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After returning the mower to the shed, Blake went and got his shirt he had taken off and took it to the back by the pool where Mrs. Robinson had set out the lemonade. "Thanks for the drink, Mrs. Robinson." Blake said as he took a glass of lemonade and had a big gulp of it.

Blake's cock was hurting him so bad with how rock hard it was. He hadn't fucked in a couple weeks and it was aching for relief. Blake wasn't going to take Mrs. Robinson up on the shower, but he needed to masturbate and with his mom home, he knew she would suspect something if he took an extended shower. Hopefully Mrs. Robinson wouldn't care if he took a long time in her shower.

Looking at Mrs. Robinson, Blake said, "I think I'll take you up on that shower. Although do you think you could wash my sweat soaked clothes while I do."

 

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Emily watched as Blake thirstily drank the lemonade. He looked all sweat and hot, bare flesh gleaming with perspiration. As her wandered down, she was a bit surprised to notice the bulge in his shorts. Trying not to flush, she averted her eyes quickly, almost missing what he said.

At his request to wash his clothes, she politely nodded.

“Sure. Just put them outside the bathroom once you’ve taken them off. I’ll put them in the washer and dry them while you are in the shower. The guest bedroom is on the second floor, first door from the right. There are plenty of towels there, and a robe if you need it.”

 

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Following Mrs. Robinson's directions, Blake headed up to the guest bedroom, where he pulled off his pants as fast as he could, freeing his cock. Not able to wait another second, Blake put his hand on his cock and immediately moaned, not caring if Mrs. Robinson heard him.

Walking into the bathroom awkwardly as he glided his foreskin back and forth over his cock, Blake got to the shower and turned it on, waiting for it to heat up. He continued to moan as he pleasured himself, recalling the images of Mrs. Robinson he logged in his mind for this moment. Once the water was to his liking, he walked in and found the bottle of body wash and lathered up his cock, so concerned about the pain in his cock that he didn't bother with the rest of his body for the moment.

As he continued to moan, he closed his eyes and recalled the images of Mrs. Robinson's ass. Pumping his soap-covered cock, Blake moaned at the thought of Mrs. Robinson's ass and couldn't help but say, "Ohhhh, that round ass, such a big, round ass. Show me your ass, Mrs. Robinson."

 

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After rinsing and putting the dirty glass in the dishwasher, Emily remembered Blake’s request to have his clothes washed. Going upstairs, she entered the guest bedroom. The bathroom door is half-opened but there is no pile of dirty clothes on the floor.

Coming closer, she can hear the shower running. Pushing the ajar door farther, she peered down to see where the clothes are. It was then that she noticed the moaning and panting sounds coming from inside. She paused for a minute, unsure of what she heard, when quite clearly, she heard her name.

Realization dawned on her, as the sexual meaning of Blake’s words penetrated her brain. He must be masturbating and for some reason, he is getting off on her, especially her ass. Feeling her cheeks heating up, she silently left the room.

She went downstairs, drank a glass of water, and gave Blake more time to finish what he is doing. When she felt she had given him sufficient time, she went back upstairs, and this time knocked on the guest room door.

“Blake, it’s me. I’m here to get your dirty clothes,” she announced, not really wanting to step inside.

 

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Blake continued with the images of Mrs. Robinson in his head while trying to cum. Leaning against the shower wall for support, he imagined Mrs. Robinson in the shower with him, bent over and getting fucked by him. "Oh yeah, Mrs. Robinson you like it when I fuck you from behind." He said out loud.

Blake was blessed with a long fuse, which gave him great endurance while fucking, but meant it took an extended time to cum while masturbating. He was so lost in the fantasy that he didn't hear the real Mrs. Robinson knock. "Oh yeah, your pussy feels so good around my cock, Mrs. Robinson. Your such a dirty slut. Fuck!!"

 

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Hearing no response, Emily hesitated. She had already some idea what Blake might be doing in the shower but she also promised to wash his clothes.

Pushing the door opened, she entered the bedroom. This time she can hear quite clearly what he is murmuring, and she can feel blood rushing to her cheeks, even as the erotic words made her nipples tingle.

“Blake,” she raised her voice this time. “I need your dirty clothes,” and as afterthought, though it sounded dumb, since it is quite obvious what he is doing, she added tentatively, “Are you okay in there?”

 

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Still lost in his fantasy world, Blake didn't hear Mrs. Robinson. Even if he did, he was on the verge of cumming and couldn't stop. He said, "Oh god! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" as he stroked himself as fast as he could. He panted heavily sir in his final strokes to his inevitable conclusion, went silent as he felt his body tensing up, and then moan as loud as he could as his orgasm started. His balls began to empty from his unwanted celibacy and shot rope after rope of semen from his cock to the shower door. He didn't stop orgasming for fifteen second, his cock spamming and shooting everything it had. Once his orgasm subsided, Blake panted in exhaustion, leaning against the shower wall, stroking his foreskin as his cock slowly softened.

 

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At the clear sound of grunting and moaning, and then the words “I’m gonna cum”, Emily just stood there in the middle of the room. She decided to just wait out the moment, hoping Blake will be done with his personal business soon.

When she can hear no more suspicious sounds from the bathroom, she came closer, and this time knock loudly on the bathroom door. Raising her voice, she once again said, “Blake, your clothes? If you want them washed, you need to give them to me,” she instructed.

 

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Blake finally heard Mrs. Robinson at the door. His cock started to harden again at the thoughts of Mrs. Robinson. Blake yelled out, "Just come on in! I'm in the shower!" He then silently began to masturbate himself again.

 

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Hearing Blake’s response, Emily thought it might be safe to come in after all. Pushing the bathroom door open, she stepped inside. Seeing the clothes scattered on the floor, she bent down to pick them up. It was when she stood up that she noticed what Blake is doing. The open door had somehow dispel the fog on the glass shower and she has now a clear view of a wet, naked young man, furiously stroking his cock.

Unable to prevent herself, she gasped out loud, “Blake, for Christ’s sake…..”

 

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Blake was surprised when the fog cleared from the shower door, but decided to act unapologetic. "What? You can see me? I thought the shower door was fogged up enough."

 

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At his reaction, Emily nodded her head. Averting her eyes, even though the image of Blake’s naked body has probably been seared in her retinas, she started walking out of the bathroom, carrying his dirty clothes.

However, she left a parting shot before she closed the door. “Next time just follow instructions, so you can have privacy to do your…..thing…”

 

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Undeterred, Blake went back to stroking himself for a second time with the same fantasy of fucking Mrs. Robinson. Blake continued his dirty thoughts as his cock continued to harden again. However, he felt the water start to get colder, either from his prolonged shower, or Mrs. Robinson running the washer. Blake let go of his cock and quickly washed the rest of his body before stepping out of the shower. He toweled off before heading into the guest bedroom.

Blake got on the bed, and cock still hard, laid down and continued to stroke himself, this time imagining Mrs. Robinson riding him.

 

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Emily put Blake’s clothes in the washer, and tidied the kitchen. She tried not to think of what she had seen upstairs, trying to not to see again in her mind the image of Blake’s virile body as he pumped his cock, obviously thinking about her.

At the thought, she found her nipples hardening and her clit tingling. Telling herself to stop this craziness, she went to the living room, turned on the television, and sat down. When the washer stopped, she transferred the clothes to the dryer, wondering how long Blake is going to be upstairs.

 

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Blake continued to pump his cock, imagining Mrs. Robinson riding him. Blake was still moaning and groaning, unsure if the real Mrs. Robinson could hear him from where she was. When Blake felt ready to cum again, he was conscious of the fact he shouldn't make a mess. Putting his towel over his loins, he pumped as hard as he could until came a second time, shooting his semen into the towel.

Tired from cumming twice, Blake fell asleep on the guest bed.

 

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When the dryer rang, Emily stood up to take the clothes out. Automatically folding it, she wonder why Blake had not come down yet. Thinking that maybe he is waiting for his clothes, Emily decided to just bring it up to him.

When she reach the open guest bedroom door, she does not hear anything. The shower is off, she noticed. Then she noticed the sleeping male on the bed. Practically naked, except for the towel covering his groin area, Blake looked like he is deeply asleep.

Coming closer, Emily placed the folded clothes at the foot of the bed, and debated whether she should wake him up or not. Testing whether he might wake up, she placed one hand on his arm and give it a light shake. “Blake?” she said.

 

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As Mrs. Robinson shook Blake awake, he groggily came to, the towel falling off of his loins and exposing his limp cock. Groggily, he grunted wondering what was going on.