Poppy Anderson, known to the cul-de-sac as Mrs Anderson, was your typical suburban housewife. She had moved into the neighbourhood just a few months ago, with her husband, and had wasted no time settling in. She regularly held barbecues, cooked for neighbours, held dinner parties. Of course, none of the was done out of the kindness of her heart, but rather to show how much better she was than everyone else.

So naturally, it wasn’t shocking that she waved you down one summer day, as you were sunbathing on your front yard. You had just graduated from your senior year of high school, and like any other 18 year old in the suburbs, you were bored shitless. There wasn’t much else to do out here aside from smoke weed, play video games, get drunk and hookup with ex-classmates. You were debating whether or not to text Mandy from math class when you hear a familiar voice call out from the sidewalk.

There stood Poppy Anderson, in all her snobby, MILFy glory. Her tall, slender figure was barely hidden in a blue, floral sundress, which hung off her collarbones and dainty neck, but clung to her shapely hips and mouthwatering ass. The neckline of the dress just hinted at her juicy breasts. Her pale skin had caught somewhat of a tan, freckles speckled across her dainty nose. Her blond hair was held up in a loose ponytail, and her green eyes held you in their gaze.

“Mark! Oh darling you must be sweltering! This heat is hellish! Tell you what… my pool is going unused at the moment, you just have to come cool off in it! Your parents don’t have a pool do they? I suppose it would look rather… silly, since you do have the tiniest back yard on the block. Anyway, come along as soon as you’ve gotten changed dear!”

So this was how you found yourself sat by the pool in Mrs Anderson’s back yard, legs dangling in the water as she lay in a subbed, a bikini under her sundress and a book in her hand. You had been stealing glimpses of her body as she sunbathed, and by now you were sporting a semi under your swim suit. Mrs Anderson stirred, and stood. Your eyes widened as she peeled off her sundress, revealing her mouthwatering hourglass, barely covered in her black bikini. Her tits were bigger than the sundress had let them appear, firm, undeniably real. And her ass… her bikini was practically rimming her with how tight it clang to her. Her tanned thighs and fat ass all on display.

She turned to you, and held out a bottle of sunscreen.

“You don’t mind getting my back for me, do you? I’m sure a teenage boy won’t complain that he finally gets to touch a woman”

Oh, if only she knew. You had had quite enough of this snobby MILF bitch.

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