by Sophie Sin
7 More MILF Stories
Sophie Sin
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2015 Lunatic Ink Publishing
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Table of Contents:
Introduction
The Older Woman I Couldn't Forget
Bonus: Anal Beads With The Professor
Painting Mrs. Henderson White
Bonus: Big Mass
Round Back With A MILF
Bonus: Hot For Soldier
Cheating With Her Mum
An Orchard Of Older Lover
Bonus: Double Back
Our Contract With Mistress MILF
Bonus: Horny Rainy Days
Seducing My Friend's Mum
Bonus: Bang Bang Express
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Sophie's Book Note
Introduction To This Collection
Well, this is quite the collection. We start out with a young man that got hung up and never quite got off with the woman that he truly desires in his life. After that there's the nasty threesome that has more kinks than you'll find anywhere else. Round Back With A MILF then shows us that men can get their own back on women when revenge comes knocking.
Following that up is the older book Cheating With Her Mum, which sounds explanatory, but is quite the wicked little mindfuck in itself. This is then followed up with some outdoor fun and then a story that truly gets wild and takes a little BDSM turn in the collection we have prepared for you (it's not real BDSM, but has elements of the genre).
Finally, we have a little seduction with a younger man taking his turn with a very well put together older woman.
All of this and so much more in one collection.
Please note that this collection contains all the bonus stories from the original books as well as book notes and introductions and descriptions. You aren't missing out on anything in here.
We hope you'll find something to enjoy in this collection from Sophie Sin.
Much appreciation,
Kenneth Guthrie
Editor & Publisher
Lunatic Ink Publishing
The Older Woman I Couldn't Forget
More MILF Series
Obsession and denial. I played games with my heart: Russian Roulette with me running as the prize. Now I'm back. 25 going on 26. Her 45 going on perfect. What we shouldn't do is sometimes what we truly must. Sophie Sin brings two generations together in a passionate game of inner push and pull that is nothing less than incredibly sexy from start to climax.
Introduction To The Older Woman I Couldn't Forget
This is a nice juicy story that takes us forward into time and back in time to experience the joys and wonders of what it means to be obsessed with a woman that one shouldn't.
Ends happily.
Kenneth Guthrie
Publisher & Editor
Lunatic Ink Publishing
A Night Of Firsts
Right now
There was a time when I used to think that my mother's friend was someone that would never do something like this, that she was much more of a lady than the woman bent over on all fours with her butt in the air and lubricant glittering around the hole up top. I have so many memories of her coming over and smiling and patting me on the head and telling me that I was a good boy. Those memories span almost the entirety of my life until one fateful summer a year ago when it all became something quite different from what it used to be. An end of innocence, so to speak.
“Do we need more lube?”
I take a long look at the woman that I'm about to marry. There's a story here that needs telling and I'm going to tell it before this is done.
An Opportune Meeting
About 1 year ago
It was a sunny day in April. I always think from reading the occasional romance novel that April is the month of failed and successful romances. This month for me back then was one of hardship and great difficulty. I had just finished my degree, left a great girl and forsaken an internship at a marketing company all because I needed time to think and consider my life.
That was why, for the first time in a long time, I was home. Small town nowhere and not even my parents around to keep me company in my misery.
That's when I see her. Her name is Janet. When I was sixteen years old, she left her husband. At the time things in me where changing. We were, before then, very friendly. Family really. However, after my body started to really change and her divorce, things changed between us. I started to see her differently and sometimes I think that perhaps she started to see me differently too. That resulted in a time of great trouble for both us. I was always a bit bent on creating the hardest time ever for my family, but for Janet I would give her hell any time I felt like it for no other reason than I could.
That was then and this is now, but things haven't changed.
She's wearing a red top, white shorts, runners, and, wow, is she something else. It feels like all those furious times spent in the bathroom after her visits with the one decent picture of her in a swimsuit that I could salvage from the family's photo albums are coming back to me all at once. One hand on the picture and the other on my dick pounding away like I'm hoping that an orgasm will somehow change the fact that I am into my mother's best friend who was and is 20 years older than me but who doesn't look much more than 35 at best, even now.
“Hey there, handsome. I wasn't expecting to see you here.”
She stops by me. I try not to look down her top. It has come down a bit and her huge breasts are nearly popping out.
“Janet,” I say, trying to sound casual when my heart is actually beating a mile a minute, “long time not see.”
She smiles, runs a hand through her blond hair, rubbing a little sweat from her brow, and meets my eyes with an amused expression on her face.
“It has. How have things been?”
“Good.”
The word hangs in the air. All of the blood in my body is quickly heading south. It's uncomfortable to be this turned on with all those memories of the times I jerked off after she left our house to head home running through my brain. Of course, she interprets it for something else, as usual.
Her face twists into an even bigger grin. “You are still the same old Keith, huh? As friendly as always.”
I try not to over-think her comment. The woman doesn't know the adult me that well and she certainly doesn't know how I feel about her. If she did then she'd probably not be talking to me. I think she'd have run right on by as fast as she could. It would have been a wise decision in hindsight.
There is a short uncomfortable silence as we stand there sizing each other up. Janet has changed I can see. There is a spark in her eyes that wasn't there when I left. As always just looking at her creates a very physical response in my body. My cock hardens to it's fullest length. Right here is the truth of my life with this woman. She can turn me on by just shifting slightly. My eyes immediately – somewhat unwantedly – stray down to her huge breasts again. They aren't bigger than most other woman of her age, bu the curve is of a younger woman and it is something that has always driven me to orgasm during my regular masturbation sessions over the woman over the years.
“Why are you back?” she asks after awhile.
I shift about and try not to reach up to the collar of my black t-shirt. I don't want to show her how hot she's making me standing there in her training clothes. It's been too long and she's grown sexier than ever. I can't help but want her with a passion that is near to something that I would not consider consensual.
“I'm taking a break.”<
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“From what?”
“Life,” I answer.
Her eyes meet mine then stray down. I shift left a little to try and hide my hard-on, which is pressing firmly into the fabric of the blue jeans that I'm wearing.
“I thought everything was going well.” she says, her eyes snapping back up and her cheeks coloring.
“It was,” I say as I wipe a little sweat from my brow. “Can we walk? I'll explain on the way home. It's hot out here.”
She nods and strolls along beside me. I can see her glancing down to my jeans and I try to will myself to soften. It's not working this time. It's been too long since I had sex or touched myself. It wasn't a priority during the time that I was transitioning through exams and studying for my final assignments. To distract her I tell the full story.
“I see,” she says after listening to all that I have to say.
I sigh. “It's not really something I'm proud of. I left her and I should have expected that it wasn't going to feel good, but I think that we weren't meant to be. I'm also not sure if corporate finance is for me either.”
Janet shakes her head.
“Same old Keith.”
I glance her way. What does she mean?
The look in her eyes tells me that I'm not going to get an answer. I'm tempted to bail her out a bit, but we are too old for that now. I'm not some adolescent kid with a crush. I'm an adult and I still have the crush, but now I believe I can handle it. She's my mother's friend and I'm not going to screw that relationship up with my child-like feelings for this woman.
We get to my house and I realize that I don't have my key. She reaches into her pocket and takes out hers. Inside it's quiet. No one is home and they won't be for weeks. It's me and this quiet old place full of memories. The fact that I haven't been home for 6 years because my university is on the other side of the country isn't lost on me. There's a few new knick-knacks, but this really is home. I stop and breath it in for am moment. Janet closes the door behind us and I turn and glance at her.
“You are coming in?”
Our eyes meet.
“I don't like your tone, Kieth.”
It was the old me coming out. I want her to leave. This is too private and I'm hard enough in my pants to feel the zipper straining. It won't be long before I embarrass myself. Anything that might provoke me might end in my embarrassment and a stinking mess in my pants. Even as an adult I'm not keen for that.
“Sorry. Are you staying?”
“I'll have some tea. “ She glances down at my pants and this time doesn't draw her eyes away. “I want to stay for a little. Is it okay?”
The tone of her voice isn't what I would normally expect from her. She's really asking.
“Unmmm... yeah. Okay.”
I grab my bag and try not to run down the hallway to my room to drop it in there as she goes to the kitchen to make me and her tea.
“Fuck...” I whisper as I press my back to the door.
My eyes are wide and I'm breathing hard. I must not let this get out of hand. That tone of hers... Janet never asks. She is always flat and commanding with me. The woman isn't treating me like a kid anymore. I need to calm down. She's Janet and I know that I can't hold myself back from liking her like this, but I can at least not embarrass myself and my family by messing myself in her presence.
I unzip my jeans to take care of myself, but the door there is a knock on the door. I jump away from it and quickly zip up.
“Yes?”
“The tea is ready. Come out to the kitchen.”
I breath hard. Fuck, please anyone who is listening STOP THIS. I can't handle anymore. My dick is aching and my heart is beating like crazy. I want to cry with the strain of holding back. She's my fucking mother's friend! I can't be like this! I cant!
The kitchen is quite when I slink inside. She's sitting at the table on one side. I take the chair on the opposite side and put my hands to my lap. They can't help but fiddle with the hard length of my cock though the fabric of my jeans. Why did I have to meet her like this on the first day that I returned home. Why?
“I broke up with John,” she says offhandedly. “Did you hear that we were together?”
:John? I can't say that I did.”
John was the guy she hooked up with a year or two before I left for university. I remember the year that she got together with him. I spent most of my time in my room studying. Seeing them together was like fire burning through my entire body. It hurts to think about it now.
She sips her tea.
“I can't help but notice that you've grown up,” she says. “You put on weight?”
“About 20 pounds. I hit the gym a lot.”
She nods her head and her eyes go straight down my front.
“You've really grown up,” she says again.
Her tone is says more than I can really understand.
We sit there in silence until she seems to shake herself from her thoughts.
“Sugar?”
“Yes, please.”
I should have known I was making a mistake the moment I said yes.
Janet leans forward and the gully of her cleavage is revealed. She's not wearing a bra and the edge of a nipple flicks into my vision.
“Shi...”
I'm on my feet and staring out the window before I know I'm doing it. The whole action was automatic. I didn't even think as I was doing it.
“Keith, are you okay?”
I can tell she's standing behind me. I don't turn. My dick was so close just then. I can't do this. I can't be in this room with her.
”I think we should talk about what else has grown,” she says.
I gulp. No, please don't let her mention it.
“You've been like this for a long time. I know that. I don't think anyone else has noticed, but you are always hard around me, aren't you?”
I take a long breath. Fuck... My eyes wring up like screws. I can't handle this. My throat is so tight that I feel like it's going to crack.
“I've know for a long time that you've had feelings for me. You were a kid then and I thought they'd go away.” She hesitates. “You are 25 now, right?”
“Nearly 26,” I choke. This is so embarrassing.
”I thought so. You look older. Those muscles and that stubble. I would have put you at 30. I'm not young anymore. You know that. Last year was my 45th birthday. I'm no young woman. An old hag like me might not be...”
I turn my head to the side and shake my head.
“Are you kidding?” I interrupt. “You look no more than 35. You are gorgeous.”
I breath in long and hard. What the hell am I saying?
“You think I'm gorgeous?”
Shit, it's all out of the bag now. She knows.
“I think you are the most gorgeous woman that I've ever met.”
Her breath is a long intake.
“I see.”
There's a sound from behind me. I feel warmth on the back of my jeans. A hand strays out and stops in front of the zipper.
“I could... ummmm.. take care of this if you want....”
I gulp.
“Take care of?”
Her voice is strained when she answers.
“I mean help you feel more relaxed. It must be painful to be this hard.”
God, fuck, holy fucking... Janet is saying she's going to...
“Ah.... I guess if you don't mind... ummm...”
The zipper comes down. She moves fast. My dick is out of my pants and her hand thrashing away at me quickly in moments. I cry out and feel what could well be like the tide swelling and overcoming the beach of my nervous system. I cry out and cum all over the glass.
“Wow, that's a lot,” she whispers in awe.
It dribbles down over her hand and I lean against the glass with my fist on my forehead. I didn't even last three seconds... Her hand is perfect: Small, tight and the skin flawlessness. This is the Janet that I've always wanted. My mother's friend. I feel so guilty.
“
Since John has been away,” she says. “It's been awhile. Can I … ummmm... take care of myself?”
WHAT THE FUCK?
I stare out the window. Did she just say what I thought she said? Is this really happening? I want to pinch myself. This can't be happening. Janet just said...
Something warm and wet starts working over my butt cheeks.
I spin.
She's on her knees with her tongue out.
“What are you doing?”
“Um... I'm getting you hard again.”
I stare down at her. She was going to lick my ass. I know it. What should I do?
“I don't need anything like that.”
She chuckles.
“Some guys don't, but I like it. Can you let me have this fun? I love the taste.”
My eyes roll up in my head. I think I'm going to faint with this revelation.
“Turn.”
Her voice is commanding, just like it was when I was young. I turn and she pulls my rear out. I groan when her tongue rims around the outside of my asshole. It is something I haven't experienced, but it has the effect that she wants in seconds. My dick hardens like steel and her hands work over my balls in long tickling strokes. I'm soon staring down at her and finding out that Janet has better skills in bed than all of the girls that I've tried to clear my head of this woman with.
“Keith, what is the part of my body that you like most?” she asks.
I can't say it because I'm having trouble taking in air, but my eyes run down to her beasts.
“I knew it. They are big, aren't they? Do you know how big they are?”
“E-cups. I read the label on one of your bras once.”
“Naughty boy.”
Her hands come up and take the sides of her top. I tense and push my back to the window to create a wet stain on the back of the fabric of my t-shirt.
