We had only moved into this house 5 months ago, moving from outside the area and we didn't know anyone here. We were relieved to find that our neighbours on both sides were really friendly and we had started to get to them pretty well over the past couple of months, especially one particular family. We always stopped to chat when we saw each other and had started inviting each other over for a cuppa or drinks and a chat. They were a family of 3, the parents who were around ages with us (early 40's) and their son who was 24. I noticed quite early on that Sam, the son, was always looking at me when he was around and often got quite shy if I struck up a conversation with him. I have to admit that I like having that effect on him. I am 41 years old (although everyone tells me I look younger), I'm not a model by any stretch of the imagination, I'm a size 20 and quite short at 5ft 4, but with my shoulder length dark blonde hair, blue eyes and 42DD boobs, I certainly don't lack attention. But it's always good for the ego when someone younger is clearly attracted to you! He was quite good with his hands and often popped around to help my husband with odd jobs as we did the house up, and now that the summer was here, he would often help us with the new decking and pulling up the old bushes and the like. I was particularly enjoying the warmer weather as it resulted in Sam being topless most of the time so I could ogle his smooth chest and strong arms. He often wore jogging bottoms which sat low on his hips, his 'snail trail' visible and making me think about what delights I would find were I to follow below his waist band. I have a habit of walking around the house naked in the morning/evening as I sleep naked, so if I've had a bath or shower, or not long up then I'm often wandering around naked. Both Sam and his dad, Al have caught me at the upstairs and conservatory windows naked on a couple of occasions but we've never mentioned it. This particular Saturday morning, I was outside in the back garden painting some bedroom furniture I had previously sanded, my husband was out running some errands at his parents. Sam popped his head over the fence and asked if I needed a hand with anything today. I thanked him but said I was fine. I was on my own for most of the day so had planned to finish the painting and then relax in the sun while it dried. 'Well let me know if I can help you take them back inside', he said. I smiled and said I would. I was wearing a yellow 50's style off the shoulder crop top and a pair of navy high waisted denim short shorts, my bare feet sporting red painted toenails. My hair was in a pony tail with a victory roll at the front and a white and blue bandana headband completing the vintage look I loved. I noticed he was staring and realised that the way I was sat on a cushion on the decking, he was looking down the front of my top. I wasn't wearing a bra as the top was off the shoulder, so if I leaned forward he would be able to see a fair bit down my front. And I couldn't help myself, I had to see what his reaction would be. True to form, his cheeks flushed red, he stammered a little and said I should shout when I needed help. I giggled as he vanished behind the fence, it was a real boost to my ego. He was pretty cute, but as I had never seen him with a girl at all, I had no idea if he was single or not. I decided to ask him later! Finishing the last coat, I went inside to make some lunch. As I came through the patio doors from the conservatory with a sandwich and a bottle of beer, I saw Sam looking over my handiwork with the furniture. He jumped when he saw me then laughed. I smiled as he said he was about to come and shout on me. I wandered outside, my shoulders pulled back to push my boobs out further, and asked, 'what do you think?'. He blushed and looked a mixture of embarrassed and confused, he had clearly been looking at my boobs as I had intended. I giggled and nodded to the chest of drawers he was standing beside. He too laughed and said he was impressed. I said he could help take them upstairs if he didn't mind, and he agreed without hesitation. He picked up the chest and I picked up the drawers and led the way into the house and upstairs. We walked into the master bedroom and I nodded to where he should put the chest of drawers down. Standing straight, he looked around taking in his surroundings and seemed a little awkward to be standing in my bedroom. Everything in place, I led the way back down and asked if he wanted a drink. He agreed so I went out to the kitchen to get him a beer and I found him standing in the doorway out to the garden and I came back through. I handed him his drink and told him to take a seat as I sat down on the conservatory sofa, ignoring my sandwich but picking up my beer from the coffee table. Rather than crossing the room to the single seat, he sat down on the edge of the sofa beside me, the closest seat to him, and took a deep drink from his bottle. I asked him casually if he had a girlfriend, he gave a half laugh and said no, 'a boyfriend perhaps?', I asked, and he laughed again saying no, he was straight, he was just 'keeping his options open'. I laughed at this and as I looked at him, golden brown skin showing his muscles off, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and a glint in his eye, I knew there and then that this flirting game wouldn't be enough for me, I wanted him, badly. But how to work this to do damage control if he said no.. I moved on the sofa so that I was facing him, my legs were crossed and feet tucked under my knees and I started to draw small patterns on my bare thigh as I chatted. He noticed and watched my finger move just below the hem of my shorts, I reached out and laid my hand on his arm as I thanked him for his help, 'I appreciate everything you do for me', I said, and he turned to speak and knocked my bottle of beer out of my hand soaking my tummy and legs. Embarrassed, he grabbed the bottle and jumped up. I stood up slowly and smiled as I moved closer to him, 'is only some beer, it'll wash off', I said as I touched his arm again. He was staring and I realised my top was wet and my nipples were pushing through the fabric. I took a big risk and throwing cation to the wind, I pulled the top over my head, dropping it on the sofa beside me. He looked shocked as he took in the sight of me standing in nothing but my short shorts, my bare boobs within touching distance, but he never looked away. Instead he took a step closer and as I smiled and ran my tongue along my top lip, he grabbed me and started to kiss me hard on the mouth, pulling me close so my boobs pressed into his bare chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, running my hand through his tousled hair. He gently pushed me back onto the sofa and unzipped my shorts as he pulled them down over my legs. Next he took hold of my lace panties and pulled them down, tossing them to the side as he pulled down his joggers and boxers. Kicking off his trainers, he stepped forward and nudged my legs apart, laying on top of me, his hard cock pressing into my thigh as he kissed me hard again. I laughed as his mouth travelled down my throat, my chest then he took my nipples in his mouth one at a time as I groaned with delight. He kissed his way down my tummy, over my pelvis and down over my smooth and now wet pussy. I groaned again as his tongue teased inside me, circling my clit then pushing inside me. He certainly knew what he was doing, and I was becoming putty in his hands - or mouth! I squirmed with delight as he devoured my pussy, making me wet then licking up my juices before he moved back up to kiss me on the mouth again. I could taste myself on him and it turned me on so much. I pushed him back and climbed off the sofa,kneeling on the floor in front of him. I looked at his face as I took his beautiful hard cock in my mouth. He wasn't huge, but he had more than enough to satisfy me - especially if he knew how to use it as well as he did his tongue! I took him deep into my mouth and watched as his eyes closed and he let out a low groan. His hand moved to my head as he set the pace he wanted. I sucked in deep and he let out another groan as my mouth tightened around his shaft. He pulled my head back from him and gently pushed me back onto the rug on the floor. Laying on top of me, he parted my legs with his and I wrapped them around his waist as he slid his cock inside me. I gasped as he filled me, thrusting slow and deep inside me. I knew that if his parents looked over the fence there was a good chance they would see us where we were, but that only added to the excitement. I wanted him so badly, I was almost aching. I matched his rhythm, pushing up to take his full length inside me the I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, lowering myself onto his hard cock then rocking back and forward on him. He groaned as he grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard onto him. I planted my feet under my knees and started to lift myself up then pushing down hard as I rode him. It felt amazing to have this young guy inside me, and knowing we could be caught turned me on to the point I almost didn't care. Moving faster, I started to cum, tightening around his cock as the orgasm ripped through me. I groaned and let my head fall back and felt his mouth feasting on my nipples again as he sat up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and started to rock back and forward again as he grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard onto him again. Deep inside me, his cock began to throb and pulse and he buried his face in my boobs and emptied his seed inside me with a low groan. He lay back on the rug when he had caught his breath again and traced his fingers over my nipples as he looked at me. 'I've imagined this since I first saw you naked', he said, 'but I never thought it would happen'. 'So have I', I replied as I slid myself off him, his seed dribbling down my thighs as he slid out of me. 'I wasn't even sure how you'd react today'. He laughed and shook his head, finding the whole situation as amusing as I did. 'We best get dressed in case mum or dad come looking for me', he was right, I had loved taking the risk but I didn't want to push my luck. He pulled on his clothes and picked up his beer for another drink as I pulled on mine, still damp from the spilled drink. We moved outside, chatting about everyday things for a few minutes before he climbed over the fence and disappeared. I enjoyed the rest of the screening in the sunshine thinking about fucking Sam over and over again. One thing was certain - this wasn't going to be a one off! The following day, my hubby had arranged to go to a car show with some friends. Around 45 minutes after he had left, Al knocked on the back door asking for him, he was dropping in some tools my hubby had asked to borrow. I said he was out but to come in with them. We walked into the hall and he placed them on the floor where I had pointed then turned around, I was standing too close, not expecting him to turn around as quick and he was left standing pushed up against me. We both gave a half laugh and my mind flew back to yesterday and my fucking his son on the conservatory floor. I was suddenly feeling very horny - and couldn't stop thinking about how much of a turn on it would be to have both father and son.. I bit my top lip as I looked up at him but made no effort to move - a move that could be taken from what it was or laughed off. Al stayed where he was too, looking at me with a slight grin on his face. I couldn't stop my grin from spreading ear to ear as I reached up to run my finger across his lips. Al cupped my face and kissed my mouth, his tongue sliding into my mouth to dance with mine. I couldn't believe this was happening, I was already so wet at the thought of having both of them the day after each other. 'I've wanted to do that since you moved in', he said as I stepped back and took his hand, leading him upstairs to my bedroom - another romp in the conservatory was too risky now! In the bedroom, we had barely reached the bed before I was pulling Al's clothes off. His shirt and trousers were discarded on the floor along with my skirt and top, I was braless again and he was instantly feasting on my boobs with his mouth. He whipped me around and nudged me into kneeling on the bed as he pulled down my lace panties. Before I could think, he was parting my ass cheeks and sliding his hard cock inside me, thrusting deep inside me as I groaned with pleasure. I had to stop the giggle as I reminded myself I had now fucked father and son in the space of 24 hours. I pushed back hard on Al as he pounded me, I was insatiable and I wanted his full length inside me. He was more gentle than his son but still knew exactly what he wanted and was taking it. I matched his pace as I pushed back time and again, groaning with sheer pleasure at every thrust. I lay on my tummy on the bed and he slid out of me, I rolled onto my back and spread my legs, bending them at the knees as he held them up and slid inside my soaking wet pussy again. As he continued to fuck me hard and fast, I started to rub my clit with my fingers. I could feel the first stirrings of the orgasm building inside me and I started to rub my clit a little faster. 'Harder!' I gasped, and Al obliged, gripping my knees for purchase. As the orgasm consumed me, I let out a long low groan and gripped the bedsheets with both hands. My pelvic muscles went into spasm and I could feel them constricting around his hard cock. Al's breath became ragged as he too came close to cumming. He gripped my legs and pumped into me hard a final few times as his cock throbbed and he emptied himself inside me. Sated, he lowered himself down onto me and kissed me, his cock still inside me. He kissed me again and said, 'I don't want this to be a one off'. I cupped his face, smiling as I said I didn't either and kissing him again. He checked his watch and said he needed to go before he was missed at home. He slowly pulled out of me and watched his seed dribbling out of my pussy and onto the bedsheets. 'Don't wash them today, I want to know you fucked your hubby on them with my cum on them' he said and I laughed out loud. 'Next time we fuck in your bed', I said and grinned. He gathered his clothes and got dressed as I lay naked and watched him. When he was ready, we headed downstairs, his cum wetting my thighs as I walked. We reached the front door and he pinned me against it, kissing me hard as he slid his fingers inside my pussy again, fingering me a few times before pulling then out and sliding then into my mouth. I grinned as I sucked then clean, tasting our mixed juices and thinking again about his son the day before. I opened the door, standing behind it to shield my naked body from view of the street. Al grinned as he left and as I shut the door I smiled to myself, I knew it was wrong but good I felt so alive! I checked the time, it was still early, I wondered if Sam would take a chance and pop in - the thought of fucking them both the same day, what a turn on!