His Horny MILF Neighbor - Alana Church - ebook
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When Jack's sexy neighbor caught him peeping in her window, he thought his life was over. But Jillian Murphy is on the rebound from a bad marriage, and is on the prowl for some fresh young meat. Before he knows it, Jack is under the control of His Horny MILF Neighbor!~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~"Um." He swallowed. "I want to apologize. When I was upstairs yesterday, I opened the curtains because I hoped to see you naked."You have every right to tell my parents, or call the cops, or whatever else you think is appropriate."I'm sorry," he finished. "I'm really, really sorry, and I will never do anything like that again. Not to you or to any other woman."After, a long moment, she blinked. "An apology. Well. Apparently you're not a complete prick." She paused, seemingly gathering her thoughts. "So, Jack." Her tone was chilly. "Here's the question. Were you spanking the monkey last night because you were seeing a naked woman? Or because I was naked?"Jack didn't need to think about it. "It was because of you.""Oh? Do you think I'm beautiful?" He thought he could see something stirring in her eyes."No," he answered honestly. "I don't think you're beautiful."I think you're hot.""What? What are you talking about?""Lots of women are beautiful. Or want to be. And they're going to spend the rest of their lives trying to hold onto the way they look right now. And the older they get, the harder they'll try. Eventually, they'll be nothing but makeup and liposuction and dye-jobs and botox. I've seen it with my mother's friends. It looks like their faces will crack if they smile."Jillian's lips twitched, and that gave him the courage to go on. "But you, Mrs. Murphy. You don't seem to care. I mean, you look good. But you don't have to work at it. You have this grace, this natural flow about you. You remind me of a tiger. Or a leopard.""Not a cougar?" Damn it, there was a smile playing around one corner of her mouth. For the first time, he felt himself relax slightly."Maybe. You'reyou're just sexy, Jillian. I've thought so for years. And I wanted to see you. All of you.""Hmm." For a long moment, Jillian stared at him. She nodded once, abruptly. "All right. Apology accepted."He felt his knees buckle. "Oh, thank God," he said. He turned for the door. "I'm sure you don't want to see any more of me," he said, realizing he was babbling, but unable to shut up. "I'll see you later."He felt his shirt sleeve seized in an iron grip. "Oh, no you don't.""What?"Her face was lit by some unnameable emotion. "I said I accepted your apology. I didn't say that I was done with you."I. Own. Your. Ass."So here's how it's going to be, Jack. You can walk out of here. And sometime in the next couple of days, your entire comfortable little world is going to come tumbling down around your ears. Maybe it's an anonymous phone call to the cops. Maybe it's a letter in the mailbox. Maybe I show up on your front doorstep, and walk to talk to your parents."So unless you do what I want, I ruin you."Jack could almost feel the blood draining away from his face. "So what is it? What do you want?"Jillian stepped closer, so close he could almost feel the heat of her body. "Oh, don't look so scared."Do you know," she asked, one hand tracing patterns on his chest, "how long it's been since I've been in bed with a man who found me attractive? It has to be nearly twelve years."So here's the deal, Jack. You show me exactly how hot you find me. And I'll keep my mouth shut."He stared at her. "You're blackmailing me into sex?"

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His Horny MILF Neighbor

By Alana Church

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2017 Alana Church

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

Jack Weatherby was woken from a sound sleep by the hammering of his mother at his bedroom door.

“Come on, Jack, get up! It’s nearly noon!”

He groaned and rolled over, tempted to pull the pillow over his head, the better to drown out her impatient voice. But he knew it wouldn’t do any good. If he didn’t answer soon, she would simply enter the room and pull him out of the bed by brute force. And since it had ingrained in him at a tender age not to hit girls, he would have no choice but to get up.

“I’m up, I’m up,” he said, loud enough for her to hear. He levered himself up so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet on the old braided rug on the floor. Wincing, he ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth. It felt unpleasantly thick and furry. And the pounding noise didn’t seem to be lessening much, either. He was slow to realize that this time, it was inside his head, not the result of the balled-up fist of his tiny mother. He and the gang had put away nearly a case of beer before he walked home last night, and his queasy stomach was telling him that had been a mistake.

The door cracked open, and Sophia Weatherby fixed him with a gimlet eye. “You actually are up.” Her tone showed her mild surprise. “Good.”

“I said I was, didn’t I?”

“You’ve been known to lie before,” she sniffed. She took in the floor, strewn with discarded clothing, the rumpled bed, and frowned. “I don’t suppose you could clean this sty up a bit, could you?”

“I’ll do it today,” he promised, and surprised himself by meaning it. A sullen breeze stirred the curtains in the window, but it brought no relief. It was mid-August, and the day promised to be a scorcher. Already he could feel sweat popping out on the back of the neck, and even his boxers and the light t-shirt he was wearing felt hot and uncomfortable.

But don’t ask her to turn on the air conditioning. God, no. That might cost money.

“When you’ve got yourself looking presentable, go on over to Mrs. Murphy’s place next door.”

“Huh?” Jillian Murphy had lived next door to them for over ten years. Her husband, too, before he walked out last winter. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” Apparently tired of talking to him through a crack, she shoved the door open and leaned a hip against the doorframe. “She asked me to send you over when I got home from the library a little bit ago, if you weren’t busy. And you aren’t, now that you aren’t working at the video store anymore. I think she needs help moving something.”

“Why don’t you just send Dad?”

“Because your father went out golfing with your uncle Frank and some off his friends.” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “You could have gone along, if you had managed to get in at a decent hour last night.”

“All right, all right!” He raised his hands in surrender. “Give me a break, won’t you, Mom? It’s my last summer vacation. Next year all the guys will be doing their own thing. Some of them probably won’t even come home for the summer. They’ll stay in Bloomington or Macomb or Champaign. Or they’ll have full-time jobs. The next time we’ll all be in the same room will be at our ten-year reunion or something.”

Her expression thawed slightly. “I don’t blame you for wanting to spend time with your friends, Jack. But don’t forget it’s our last summer with you, too. Once you’re gone, it’ll just be me and your father here. And Lord knows I love the man, but there’s only so much sports one woman can take. I hope we can find something else to talk about.”

Suddenly Jack felt bad. In two weeks he was going to be leaving for Illinois State. He hadn’t given much thought to how that would affect his parents. He got up, enfolding his mother in a warm hug, somehow still surprised now at how small she seemed in his arms. “Hey,” he said softly, tears pricking at his eyes. He blinked them back, unwilling to let her know how much he would miss her. “It won’t be forever, you know. I’ll be back.”

“Hmmph,” Sophia sniffed. “You better be.” She eyed the dirty clothes on the floor with distaste, though her lips twitched in a motherly smirk. “Of course, if you don’t start learning how to do laundry, I’m sure I’ll see you here before three weeks are up. Unless you want to start reusing them. But that might take recycling a little too far.”

She pushed him away, her nose wrinkling. “And take a shower before you go next door. I don’t want Jillian thinking you were raised in a barn.”

He made a show of sniffing one armpit. “Doesn’t smell that bad to me.” Inside, however, he cringed. Ugh! I’m glad she warned me!

*****

Thirty minutes later, showered and dressed in a clean shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, he pressed Mrs. Murphy’s doorbell. While he waited for her to open it, he cleaned his feet on the welcome mat. In only a few seconds, the inside door opened, bringing with it a welcome burst of cool air. He closed his eyes in appreciation.

“Jack! Come on in! Thanks for coming over!”

He smiled at his neighbor as she welcomed him inside the house. “No problem. I wasn’t doing anything anyway.”

“That’s what your mom said,” she replied, her bright blue eyes glinting with humor. “She had some things to say about the way you’ve been slacking off all summer.”

He snorted. “Mom thinks that anyone who isn’t working a full-time job is ‘slacking off,’” he said. “I was working thirty hours a week at Video Spress. You’d think she grew up in the Depression, the way she worries about money all the time.”

“Well, I’m lucky you’re around. I need someone to help me get this upstairs.” She gestured to a piece of furniture standing in the middle of the family room. “The people from the furniture store delivered it today, but they said they didn’t have time to set it up.”

“What is it?” he asked curiously. The piece in question stood on four spindly legs. A little less than waist high, it was too small to be a table and too big to be anything else.

“It’s a woman’s vanity.” Mrs. Murphy pointed to a small, backless chair and another bundle leaning against the wall, covered in bubble-wrap. “There’s the mirror. It’s someplace comfortable to sit while I’m putting on my makeup, instead of leaning over the sink in the bathroom.”

“Oh. No wonder I didn’t recognize it. I hardly ever use makeup,” he joked.

She snickered. “Funny.” She pushed back the sleeves of the long-sleeve shirt she wore over her tank-top. “Ready?”

He nodded. “Sure.” He positioned himself to one side. “I’ll take the downhill end.”

“The what?”

“The side that’ll be last coming up the stairs,” he explained. “It’ll be the heaviest, so I’ll take it.”

“Helpful and chivalrous,” she commented, helping lift the vanity. “How unusual.”