My Girlfriend's MILF
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Certainly there must be a lot going through her mind, I think as I stare at her in the dim yellow light. It’s one thing for her to want to fuck a guy twenty years younger than her, and it’s another thing when the guy is your daughter’s lover. If this happens, it could hurt a lot of people. It could destroy Mindy’s relationship with her mother, perhaps even her sister. It would certainly kill our relationship. Who knows what other ripple effects would occur? What if our friends and neighbors found out? My parents? This is a small town, and it could be a shitstorm of rumor and judgment if this happens and people find out. Is it worth it? Is it worth risking so much just to get a chance to kiss those lips, suck on those tits, fuck that slit?
Well, isn’t that what makes it so wonderfully arousing? I tell myself. That we’re risking so much for filthy, physical pleasure?
Fuck yes, I decide as I take one more look at the outline of her tits, the shape of her hips, the contours of her lips. Fuck yes, it’s worth it!
7
“I’ll have what you’re having,” I say to her in response to her question. “Brandy sounds good.”
She smiles and walks past me to the bar at the far end of the room. When she gets there, she looks at me over her shoulder, her smile turning me on almost as much as watching her ass move beneath her robe as she sauntered across the room.
“Aren’t you underage?” she says to me even as she pours out a healthy drink of the golden-brown brandy. She turns and stands there at the bar, holding the glass out.
“Trust me,” I say as I walk briskly towards her. “I am very much of age.”
She laughs now, spontaneously, and I think my comment has done away with some lingering tension in the room. She hasn’t asked me anything about why I’m here when college is in session, why I’m standing here in her living room on a Friday night, when my girlfriend, her daughter, is hundreds of miles away, oblivious to what’s about to happen in her childhood home.
No, Beth Carson hasn’t asked me a thing. She isn’t stupid. And neither is she blind—certainly the outline of my cock is clearly visible against the front of my jeans. I am not fully hard, but I am certainly aroused, and my shorts are already getting soaked with precum. I am so hot for this woman that I scare myself for a second, and I take a quick sip of the pungent brandy and put the glass down on the coffee table.
“So, how’s college?” she asks me, gesturing at the couch as she takes a seat at the far end of it.
I sit down on the other corner of the couch and cross one leg over the other. I take another sip of the brandy, feeling the alcohol burn its way through me. This is happening, I tell myself. This is fucking happening.
“Great,” I say, looking at her and then looking away. “I mean, it’s all right. I like my classes this semester.”
She nods as she takes a sip from her glass. It is almost done, and she finishes the drink and gets up to make herself another. In the meantime I continue to talk, spewing inane details about my classes and professors, my prowess on the lacrosse team, my heroics in intra-mural basketball.
She listens carefully, nodding and smiling as I spout all this shit, but I can tell she’s also thinking about something else, the elephant in the room, the unspoken knowledge that I am here for one reason and one reason only.
To fuck Ms. Beth Carson, my girlfriend’s MILF.
To fuck her to hell and back.
8
My drink is almost done and I feel a head-rush that is part desire, part drunkenness. I realize I have not eaten anything since noon, and the alcohol is hitting me hard. We have been talking for almost thirty minutes, and by now I am shamelessly looking at her with want, need, and desire in my eyes.
I look at her large brown eyes, long eyelashes. There are hints of bags beneath those eyes, but they only serve to add some character to her undeniably beautiful face. Her lips are smooth and unpainted, with perhaps a light, transparent gloss applied to them. She wears no makeup, and her skin, while not perfect, looks smooth in the soft yellow light of the living room.
I let my gaze travel down her neck. Her robe has opened up a bit, and the black silk top has two buttons undone. I can see the hint of cleavage from where I sit—the crease between her heavy boobs prominent and inviting. I want to put my cock right on that crease. I want to titty-fuck her with my dick as she sits there on the couch and looks up at me. I want to watch my young, rock-hard dick move up from her tits and towards her lips as she opens up and lets me gently fuck her in the mouth. Oh, fuck, I might cum in my pants right now, untouched. I need to move this forward right now.
As if she can read my mind, she turns to me and looks me directly in the eye, as if to say that I’m going to have to bring it up, take the risk, make the first move. I take a deep breath and suck down the dregs of my brandy drink, wincing as the alcohol cuts through my consciousness.
“Richie,” she says now, before I can say or do anything. “I understand the attraction. The sense of doing something forbidden, taboo, wrong. I understand it. But—”
“—but what?” I say now, feeling some anger rise up in me. I don’t want to play games anymore. There should be no guesswork involved, no beating around the bush. I’m here to fuck, and if she wasn’t into it, she should have told me earlier. I’m not leaving this house without fucking this woman, without pinching her breasts until she screams, without slapping her round, soft ass until it’s red all over, without seeing her pussy spread wide before me as she lies there helpless and begging, completely in my control.
I feel myself stiffen, and my pants feel very tight right now. I stand up and make my way a couple of paces along the couch, and I put my knee on the couch cushion next to her and lean forward.
My face is so close to hers that I can feel her breath on my cheek, and as I get close to kissing her, I reach into her robe with my right hand.
She grabs my hand and turns her face away, but I can smell her desire just like I can taste my own carnal needs. She knows where this is going, I tell myself. She can stop it, if she wants. She can say “No!” and throw me out.
But she won’t say no. She wants this as much as I do. If it’s forbidden and dangerous for me, it’s even more so for her. I know she is wet inside those silk pajamas. I know her clit is already stiff and full. She wants this as much as I do, and I’m not going to stop now.
She is still holding my hand back, but I refuse to ease up on the pressure. I continue to firmly push my hand closer to that cleavage, closer to those magnificent boobs. She’ll have to push harder if she wants me to stop.
But she doesn’t push harder, and with a rush of exhaled air she turns her face back to me and lets me kiss her hard. At the same time she pulls my hand down into her robe, and I gasp as I realize that this is finally happening. It’s begun, and there’s no turning back for either of us.
9
My fingers find their way down her top just as my hungry tongue enters her mouth. I squeeze down hard on her nipple, pinching it with all my strength, and I feel her mouth tighten as she breathes hard, sending a torrent of saliva into my mouth. I keep kissing her now, my mouth wide open, and her head is pushed against the back of the couch. I am still above her, my left knee on the couch, my right hand cupping her large left boob, my fingers insatiably pinching her nipple as I feel myself get harder than I ever imagined possible.
“No,” she whispers now as I pull my head away from her face so I can open up her robe fully. “We can’t do this, Richie.”
“Yes,” I say, my voice thick with desire, my words slurring with passion. “We are doing this, Beth.”
“We can’t do this to Mindy,” she whispers again as I look down at her on the couch.
Her robe is pulled back now, and with one swift move I rip the buttons off her black silk top and gasp when her tits spring out like torrents. They are bigger than I imagined. A bit saggy, but smooth and . . . and there . .
. cresting each tit is a perfect, large, dark red nipple, both already hard, the little follicles around each nipple pricked up like goosepimples.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, almost shouting the words as I force myself to hold back for a moment so I can admire those tits that I’ve dreamt about for so many months now, those fucking boobs that got me to cum so many times on my own, those forty-year-old nipples that I fantasized about even as I fucked Beth’s nineteen-year-old daughter in the ass on the fourth of July.
“Please,” she says again as I position myself right in front her.
I sit down on the coffee table, and now I am down at the level of her breasts, and I grab them both, squeezing simultaneously, pinching and pulling, watching the nipples get harder, her boobs get red as I press them with all my strength.
She is writhing now, her eyes closed, her mouth half open, those strawberry lips moving as she mumbles something under her breath. I lean forward and kiss her neck furiously, still pressing her boobs.
But now my cock is straining in my pants to the point where it is almost painful. I unbuckle my belt clumsily and unbutton my jeans as fast as I can. I push my boxers down with my jeans, and my cock springs out of its restraints, its tip already glistening with moisture, its shaft already soaked in my fluids. I have never been so wet, and I moan once and then push my cock up between Beth’s tits, furiously fucking those magnificent globes.
“Take them off,” she whispers now, opening her eyes and looking down at my hard cock that is rubbing against her chest and boobs, leaving trails of stickiness all over her skin. “Take off your pants.”
I shout in frustration at having to stop, and I back away and sit down on the coffee table again so I can take off my pants. I do it and fling the jeans and boxer shorts to the far end of the room. Now I am wearing nothing but my black T-shirt and socks, and when I turn back to her I see that she has taken off her robe and discarded her ripped pajama top. She is still wearing those pajama bottoms, and I take in the sight of her bare shoulders, her exposed armpits, those fucking tits. I look down at her belly, which is slightly spilling over the waistband of the pajamas as she sits back down on the couch. I reach for the flesh and squeeze it even as I feel her right hand go for my cock.
She grabs my cock firmly, like she knows what’s she doing, like she’s grabbed a lot of cocks in her life, made a lot of men cum in her time.
“Hi, Richie,” she whispers now, slowly and sweetly, looking up at me and smiling as I stand in front of her, my cock in her hands, my eyelids moving rapidly as she begins to gently jerk me off.
“Oh, FUCK,” I say, my voice shaking as pleasure surges through me.
I grab her head now and move my cock towards her mouth. I need to put my cock into something wet, warm, and receptive—I don’t care what. She opens her mouth slightly and begins to kiss my cock, gently at first, then harder and more quickly. I cannot take it anymore, and I hold her head firmly and push my hard, pulsating dick into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with my force.
She gags for a moment, but does not attempt to push me out, and I cry out once more and begin to fuck her hard in the mouth.
She goes with it, moaning to keep me going, her tongue rolling over the tip and shaft of my cock. She reaches out and cups my balls with her right hand, and I moan again, look up at the ceiling, and then down at this fucking heavenly woman.
The sight of her boobs heaving as I fuck her in the mouth is something I will never forget, and as she moves her head faster and faster and rubs my balls with expert attention, I feel myself building up to a massive orgasm.
I grab her hair and push myself in as far as I can, feeling the tip of my cock enter her throat. She grabs my ass and pulls herself closer to me, and now she is fucking me with her mouth, moving her head back and forth like a goddamn professional. I reach down and grab her left tit and pull at it, squeeze the nipple, then let go and slap the tit hard as I come like a fucking geyser into her mouth.
I continue to pump even as I come, my orgasm showing no sign of ending. I can barely see, and my hips jerk back and forth like I am in a convulsion. Beth swallows once, twice, and then lets go of my balls and begins to rub my thighs.
“Oh, fuck, Beth,” I say. “Oh, holy fuck, Beth.”
Now she slows down her head motion and turns her eyes upward. I see a sparkle in her large brown eyes, and I watch as she pulls her head back and takes my cock out of her mouth. My cock is red, soaked, and still semi-hard.
“Oh, fuck,” I say again.
“Oh fuck is right,” Beth whispers as she continues to rub my thigh with one hand, gently jerking me off with the other. “Because we’re only just getting started.”
10
Within ten minutes I feel myself beginning to get hard again. I am glad I didn’t jerk off earlier today, and I smile at Beth as I rub the tip of my cock, coaxing it back to life.
I am sitting beside her on the couch, my T-shirt still on. Beth left the room for a moment, but now she is back, still topless and in those black silk pajamas. Now I lean over to her and kiss her gently, playing with her tits again for a moment before moving my hand down to her crotch.
She gasps and spreads her legs as I touch her, and I can feel the wetness on the smooth silk cloth between her thighs. I can smell her now, and it is a clean, erotic musk that suddenly gets me hard like a post again. Now all I can think about is this woman’s cunt, and I want to see it, taste it, love it, fuck it.
I push the coffee table away from the couch and get down on my knees. I put my hands on her knees and push her legs apart, staring at that holy intersection where her pussy sits hidden and waiting for my attention. I am totally focused on her now, and I begin to kiss her legs through the silk, slowly moving up to her thighs. The smell of her cunt is overwhelming now, and I am aroused beyond belief. I shove my face into her crotch, and she gasps out loud as I push with my tongue.
“Oh, fuck, Richie,” she says. “You bad boy. Come to Mommy, you bad fucking boy. Come on in.”
I begin to eat her pussy through the silk, and I am pulling at the cloth with my lips and teeth, pushing with my tongue, breathing deeply as I take in her aroma.
Now I pull back, grab her by the hips, and flip her around, surprising her with my strength. I push her over the back of the couch, and she is kneeling on the couch now, her face and hands up against the wall behind. I pull down those black silk trousers, and her ass pops out, round and bulging, some minor ripples of cellulite on them that for some reason gets me even harder. Now this is a WOMAN, I think. Fuck yes, this is a woman.
I push her knees further apart so her butt sticks out a bit more, and I cup her asscheeks and begin to lick and kiss those heavenly globes. I rub her pussy from underneath, and I feel the wetness in her matted pubic hair. Her face is against the wall now, turned to one side, eyes closed, her features contorted with ecstasy. She looks fucking HOT, this MILF, and I keep looking at her mouth as I reach for her pussy from behind again.
I turn my palm over and push my two forefingers into her cunt, and I smile when I see her twitch and moan. She silently mouths the words, “Oh, fuck,” and I know I have control over this woman now, I control her with these two fingers that are fucking her from behind.
I look down at her ass now, which is spread out wide as she bends down to allow my fingers to go deeper into her. I have big hands and long fingers, and as I begin to finger-fuck her harder and faster, I slip my thumb into her asshole.
She shouts out now, her eyes going wide open for a moment, and I smile. Then she smiles and nods, again mouthing the words in a barely audible whisper, “Oh, fuck, YES, Richie. Oh, fuck, yes.”
I grind those fingers and thumb into her as I watch her ass gyrate and shiver with the pounding. With my left hand I grab my cock and begin to jerk myself off. I am hard as anything, and I feel like I can go all night. I will fuck this woman non-stop all weekend if I
can. I will fuck her until we’re both spent with exhaustion, faint with dehydration.
She is moving her ass and hips faster and faster, and I feel her wetness drip down my palm and wrist. She is close to coming, I think, and I switch to overdrive for a few seconds, fucking her so hard that I feel my fingers go deep inside her, touching places that perhaps have not been touched in years.
And then I pull out abruptly, just before I feel her come, and I watch her expression change, her lips tremble, her eyelids flutter. She is starting to come for the first time tonight, but I want her to come with my cock inside her.
So I spread her legs and ram my cock into her, my hard, moist tip easily finding its way inside her. My cock is thick, and although I do not feel like I’m stretching her out, there is no doubt that I am filling her up, and she screams now, with abandon, with desperation, and she comes just as I reach around and grab her boobs with one hand and her neck with the other.
I resist the urge to begin fucking her hard, and I keep still and quiet, my hard cock deep inside her. I hold her close as she comes with a series of shudders and convulsions, and I gently gyrate my cock inside her as the shudders get more pronounced, the convulsions more desperate.
I press her tits, rub the front of her neck, kiss her shoulders as she continues to orgasm. Now I move my right hand around to the front of her pussy, my fingers searching for her clit as I stand pressed against her from behind.
“No,” she whispers, her voice thick with saliva. “Just stay like this, with your cock in me. Oh, God, you fucking OWN me right now. Just stay like this.”
I nod and flex my hard cock inside her, making her moan and shudder again. It is turning me on tremendously to see this woman so utterly aroused by me, and it takes all my willpower to hold still and not begin to fuck her hard, to come explosively in the deepest reaches of her pussy.