When I Found Your Moms Phone

I was walking the dog when I hear something buzzing in the leaves. It could have been a large insect or maybe an electrical wire, but when I leaned in for a closer look, it was, sure enough, an iPhone. Whoever was calling blocked their number. I let it finish buzzing until it went to voice mail.

I put it in my pocket and brought my dog back to the house. I wandered off to the side of the house and inspected the phone. It was white. It had a designer skin over it and a beach scene as the wallpaper. Had to be a woman's phone, I thought.

Amazingly, the four-digit code was 1-2-3-4. Who does that?

My question was answered when the phone unlocked and I went right to the contacts.

Mrs. Maria Mazzeo. My neighbor John's mom.

John and I weren't really close. We were into different things. I was a jock, he was more into music and comic books. But we knew each other well for years taking the same bus to school and so I knew Mrs. Mazzeo well, too. In fact, from about the age of 14, what I liked most about John was his mother.

She wasn't a typical mom. She smoked. She had a tattoo. She bartended at night on weekends and had boyfriends who rode Harleys. She also had huge tits.

So naturally, after going to her contacts to find out the phone's owner, my next move was to her photo album. It was mostly loaded with pictures from the beach, or of bikes or rallys she attended. Her and friends. Some of her cats. Even a few of John.

But then there was a separate folder marked, "Selfies". The top picture left little to the imagination.



I opened it immediately. I expected to be disappointed with photos of her fully clothed just taking selfies. But in seconds I realized I hit the motherlode (pun absolutely intended).

One by one, I learned a lot about Mrs. Mazzeo.

For instance, she likes flowery things....



She often took pictures of herself in her underwear....



Several different styles of underwear...



And she was in amazing shape for her age!



And along with big tits, she had a really nice ass...



Oh...and she kept her pussy shaved...



She also had tan lines...



...which made me wish I could see more of her...

....and my wish (and whomever else she sent these to) was granted....



By the time I reached the last photo, my underwear was soaked with precum and my cock was aching against my shorts. I ducked into a bush and stared at the last picture in the folder and pulled out my cock....



I came within seconds. It sprayed into the evergreen bushes that border our properties. As I milked the last drop out and onto the ground, I heard movement on the other side of the tree I was in.

"Josh? Did you happen to find my phone?"