Your Own Private MILF

by Carrie Breeze

  “What I need is a hot bath,” I breath huskily into his neck.

  “Let me get the water going and I’ll help you out of your damp clothes.”

  Bending down, he opens the tub faucets and gets the water temp just right while I light some candles on the sink and dim the lights.

  We come back together. Raising my arms above my head, Joe lifts my tank up and off and lets it drop to the bathroom floor. I help him unfasten my bra freeing my D-cup boobs.

  “Wow, you have great tits, mom,” he sighs, fondling them and lowering his lips to my nipples. I run my fingers through his thick hair as he feasts upon me. My nipples tingle and harden.

  “Oh, Joe, that feels soooo goood. Take all of me.”

  I unzip my jeans. He tugs them down and then peels off my panties exposing my thick dark bush. My hands push his head down.

  “I’ve never done this before, mom,” he murmurs, gazing glassy-eyed at my mound.

  “Flick your tongue at my clit,” spreading my pussy lips with my fingers. He dives right in as I grind my pelvis into his face. “Ohh, yeah. You’re a fast learner. Now slide a finger up inside me and finger fuck me. Yeah, there you go. Yeah, now faster. Oh, yeah.”

  In a moment he has me all wet again and squirming. My legs tremble and turn to Jell-o.

  “Oh, God, oh, fuck, your good.”

  I cup his face in my hands and lift him. We kiss, tasting my sweet juices on his lips as I unbuckle his belt. I can’t get his jeans down fast enough.

  His cock, hard as rock, springs out into the hot humid air. He’s even bigger that when I saw him this morning.

  “My Lord, Joe. You’re even bigger than your father. You must be a full ten inches,” swallowing his gorgeous pink head relishing his salty sweaty taste, swirling my tongue around all his delicious ridges and veiny contours.

  “Oh, mom, That’s so good,” he pants, his breath getting heavy. “I think I’m going to come.”

  He tries to pull away, afraid of coming in my mouth. But I want to taste his sweet spunk. Grabbing his dangling testicles, I pull him to me while sinking my lips deeper over his thick shaft. His cock throbs in my mouth.

  “Oh God, yeah,” filling my mouth with cum. Mmmm. I swallow every last shot of his hot sperm and lick his shaft dry.

  “I’m ready for that bath, now. How about you?” I whisper, standing and hugging him.

  “That would feel great,” he murmurs, taking my hand and helping me into the tub.

  He steps in after me and sinks down into the steamy water, sitting with his back reclined against the back of the tub. I sit down in front of him, leaning back against his chest, his still hard cock pressing my crack. He wraps his arms around my tummy and we just sit and relax, soaking in the hot water.

  “I’ve never felt happier than right now, mom. Are you happy?”

  “Yes, Joe, immensely,” turning my face, gazing up into his beaming eyes and kissing his jaw.

  “Do you think there’s anything wrong for us to be together like this?”

  “No,” shaking my head. “Not really. Technically you’re my stepson. We’re not related by blood. But there are people who might make a stink about it. So, I’d just keep this our little secret… for now, at least.”

  “Sure, mom.”

  This talk and the realization that my stepson has just become my boyfriend gets me extremely horny.

  “Joe, I’d like to be your own personal MILF. Would you like that?”

  “That’s my deepest fantasy, mom.”

  We lock lips, our tongues sliding in and out of each others mouths. I take his hand and guide it down to my pussy, caressing my clit and my engorged lips as I grind my ass against his cock, gyrating in slow circles.

  “I want your cock inside me, Joe,” panting.

  “Me, too, mom. But this will be my first time.”

  “Just do what comes natural and you’ll do fine. Here, lets stand up.”

  I get up and bend forward, holding onto the hot and cold water faucets. Joe stands and probes me from behind. I reach under and slowly guide him in.

  “Oh man, you’re big, Joe. Oooh, but you feel so good inside me. Push all the way in, honey. Ahh, that’s it. Now fuck me. Fuck me fast and hard.”

  “God, I’ve never felt anything so good in all the world.”

  “Oh, yeah, ahh… so now you know what all the the fuss is all about. Yeah, baby, yeah keep pumping.”

  I can’t believe my stepson is inside me. My pussy is on fire. My legs are shaking.

  “Mom, I’m gonna come again. Oh, fuck….”

  “Come inside me baby.” Soon as the words leave my lips I feel his hot cum fill my pussy making me spasm all over. Completely spent, Joe falls forward onto my back, wrapping his arms around me. Our chests are heaving. Hearts pounding. Together we fall back down into the warm water lost in bliss.

  Chapter 5

  It’s the morning after. I wake in bed lying on my side with Joe’s arm draped across me. We’re both naked. He lies behind me, his leg curled up over my thigh encasing me, his penis pressed up against the small of my back. The room smells deliciously of dreams and sleep. Soft golden early morning sunlight filters in from the window. I slowly flip over on my other side facing Joe. His dreamy eyes slowly flutter open. He focuses on my face and lazily smiles.

  “Hi, lover,” kissing him lightly on the lips.

  “Hi yourself, lover,” he murmurs. “God, how late were we up last night?”

  “Late,” laughing. “Lost track of time after my third orgasm… what’s this?” Feeling his growing erection pressing my thigh. “Doesn’t that thing ever rest?”

  “Not around a hot MILF like you, mom,” playfully rolling on top of me.

  “Okay, a quickie. But then it’s off to class for you buster.”

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  Having My Daughter's Boyfriend

  “Mom, You’ve got to get out. Do stuff. Meet new people,” my daughter, Mariah, had been telling me ever since the divorce.

  Well, I finally agreed. Enough sitting around the house, moping, watching TV, gorging myself on chocolates and dreaming of hulks to come knocking on my door. True, I did have my realty business - Kate Lincoln Realty. But, let’s face it, selling houses doesn’t get you laid. Just tired. So, I enrolled in an art class at the local college. The same one Mariah goes to, only she’s studying journalism.

  “College is where I met Andre,” she said, speaking of her new boyfriend.

  “Tell me about this new boyfriend of yours. Is he someone I’d approve of?”

  “Oh, mom, you’re so old fashioned.”

  “Well, when am I going to meet him?”

  “As a matter of fact, I’ve invited Andre over tonight. Actually, he insisted upon meeting you. He said he thought it proper to get your ‘okay’ before diving into a relationship with me.”

  “Sounds like Andre is more old fashioned than I am, sweetie.”

  “Well, his parents came from a small village in France. Maybe that’s why.”

  “Oh, how interesting. Can’t wait to meet him. Listen, I got to run. Late for art class. Love you,” heading out the door.

  “Love ya, mom.”

  The art class started at eight. I rush into the small room about ten minutes late. There are about half a dozen other students - all college-age guys and girls. I tried to dress to look younger but just ended up looking like the mom of Velma from Scooby Do. Knee socks, pleated skirt, turtle-neck sweater, glasses, short dark hair. Everyone else in the room is casually dressed in jeans and sporty shirts. They’re all sitting in a semi-circle around the model. Busy sketching. They barely notice my entrance but I still feel self-conscious. At least the skirt hides my curvy hips.

  Today we’re doing nude sketches of a live subject. There’s one empty chair left - straight on center in front of the model. This heightens my self-consciousness but I have no choice. I take the chair, prop up my sketch pad on the easel and dig o
ut my pencils. I fidget and drop the pencils. It’s only after I get settled and start to draw that I notice the model.

  It’s been over a year since I’ve even seen a naked man. That was Charles, before he left me for his secretary. Ugh, I push the painful memories from my mind.

  I’m ready to sketch.

  The model is a mere five feet away. Until now he’s been but a vague blurry shadow image stalking my peripheral vision. All I’ve been aware of is the slightly oiled sheen of his muscular contours. He’s doing a damn good job of impersonating Michelangelo’s David.

  Finally, I look up directly at him… into the face of the most gorgeous penis I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  Having My Son's Roommate

  I need to be filled. To feel something thick and solid and hard deep inside me.

  I see a stout young man crouched down in a three-point stance. Grunting and snorting. His thick chest heaving, shooting his hot steamy breath down upon the trim turf. Down upon my trim turf. He’s frightening. A raging bull of passion and desire. Ready to charge. His burning eyes locked onto a gaping red hole. It’s me he wants.

  He lifts and charges through a line of beefy bodies. Thighs thrusting like pistons. The impact of flesh slapping against flesh echoes across the open field. He crashes into the ball carrier. Two bodies, limbs entwined, wrapped in struggle, hit the ground with an earth-shaking thud.

  I leer at them through the vanishing fog of sleep. Young meat shimmering on a hot gridiron. The haze burns off. It’s not a dream. We’re arrived on campus, stopped alongside the football practice field. Waiting at an intersection. The linebacker jumps to his feet. He’s helmeted. Jersey cut at midriff. Sweaty abs glisten in the morning sun. Gray shorts hang loosely from his narrow hips. Thighs bulk like tree trunks as he stalks toward the car. Toward me. His eyes glaring at me. I feel his intense gaze hot upon my body. Peeling off my white sun dress. My hands gravitate to my lap. My moist panties are clinging to my privates.

  “Jeeze, mom, get a room.” My son, Kurt, busts me. “You got to get a man your own age.”

  It’s Friday afternoon and, like a lot of other career women I know, I’m feeling that sense of release that comes after wasting another week of your life fenced in between the neck-high burlap walls of a corporate cubicle. While walking home a feeling strikes me, a kind of sweet pain of longing in my heart, a feeling of the last sultry days of August. Something distant and eternal is calling out from the tangerine and turquoise sky. Something says to me, “Don’t go home tonight. Do something different. Do something new. Grab life while you can.”

  My life is going nowhere anyway. For too long, all my attempts at finding a love companion have seemed jinxed before getting started. But, I love the company of young men. There have been times recently when I’ve experienced a tingle of excitement in my loins.

  There’s a singles bar called Free Play on the edge of the arts district. I’ve never been inside, just walked past on several occasions, but it seems like a good, low key, place to explore. Tonight I’ll be bold and give it a try. Quickening my pace, I hurry home, shower, do my hair in the latest fuck-me fashion and pull on the skin-tight jeans. Checking myself in the mirror - I can’t wait to show myself off to some lucky guy. I slip on a polyester retro Hawaiian print shirt - open to my boobs, a light jacket over it and I’m ready for action.

  Shortly after nightfall, I arrive at Free Play all pimped out and ready for action. I pass through the gamut of smokers chatting along the sidewalk out front under the bar’s tilted-martini-glass neon sign. I smile at them and grab the thick wooden door handle. It moans open and I step into that long narrow dimly lit breeding hole. Six pairs of needy eyes turn and greet me from the nearby bar, feeling me up as I venture in. The crotch of my low-cut jeans goes moist with anticipation. Walking becomes a turn-on in and of itself. Dance music puts a spring in my step. The place is too small for a dance floor, so two couples gyrate along side the bar farther in. I need hands to caress me. Where are you, future lover of mine? In an alcove on the left four guys are absorbed in a game of pool - not likely. I continue on down the bar. Most of the people seated there are middle-aged regulars who’ve lost the spark of love. They’re content on chatting up the bartender while downing their night’s quota of beers. Other’s are couples completely absorbed in each other, giggling over each quip and exchanging frequent touches and sneaking quick kisses. I find what looks to be the only empty stool in the house - way in back next to the dart board, just before the bathrooms. I sit down, nodding to my neighbor who was way too interested in the baseball game playing on the ceiling mounted TV. I wait for the bartender’s attention and order a Long Island Tea.

  The action is kind a slow. Maybe I came too early. But, I’m needy. No way am I going home unsatisfied. I have a feeling hot meat will show up sooner or later. Finish my beer. Order a second and fend off the advances of a poetry spouting professor making the rounds. Finish that beer. Order a third, get up, walk around, go powder my nose, come back out, find I’ve lost my stool, walk around again, weave my way between the gathering crowd of drinkers and talkers, thread my way back farther in toward the rear, lean against the wall and scan the room for potential players. New people push in through the door. By now, I feel a buzz from my drink and my horny factor climbs off the scale.

  Stepmom Vacation

  “Goodness gracious me, Jesse, you look like you’re about to have a heart attack. Give me those bags. Come, sit on the sofa and put your feet up. I’ll get you a cold glass of lemonade.”

  Jesse Christianson had just gotten home on summer break from college. His problem was his girlfriend, Allison Mills, had just dropped the bomb that she no longer wanted to see him.

  “Our relationship has gotten stale,” she’d told him this morning in bed just as he’d rolled over onto her, wanting her sweet sugar. She closed her legs and rolled him back over to his side of the bed.

  “What? Sweetie, Don’t you feel well?”

  “God’s sake, Jess, open your eyes. How long has it been since you’ve given me an orgasm? You’re a great lover but you just don’t turn me on any more.”

  He tried to rationalize this sudden bombshell but her mind was made up. They had no future together. It was best if he just packed his things and moved out. He couldn’t bear the thought of her spending the summer hanging out on Old Orchard Beach, bate for all the other horny college guys. So, he retreated home to Scarborough to his dad, Jack, and stepmom, Kate.

  “Here you are, honey,” Kate said, handing him the ice-cold glass of lemonade and sitting down beside him. His stepmom, had seductive shoulder length blonde hair and a great athletic figure for a forty-year-old. Having just returned from her morning yoga class, she was still in her tight yoga pants and tank that showed exactly how well endowed her motherly figure was. Kate defined the term MILF. But Mom-I’d-Like-to-Fuck was a foreign concept to Jesse. He had Allison-on-the-mind and the hole she’d left in his heart was eating him alive.

  “Thanks, mom,” taking a refreshing sip. The lemonade did wonders for his parched throat. “I needed that.”

  “Good,” patting his jean clad leg. “I hate to see you like this, sweetie, tell what’s wrong.” She looked into his eyes with a steady comforting gaze that said, “Tell me all your troubles. Let them dissolve into my loving care.”

  “It’s Allison, mom,” his voice shaking. He set the glass of lemonade on the coffee table, afraid of spilling it on the new beige sofa. “She’s dumped me,” the words barely coming out in a whisper. He raised his hand to cover his tears.

  “Oh, sweet baby.”

  Kate put her tanned arm around him, kissed his forehead, brought his head over to rest upon her bosom and stroked his blond hair.

  Jesse’s biological mother had died in an auto accident when he was only ten. A couple years later Jack met and married Kate. With his dad putting in long hours to make his construction company prosper, it fell to Kate to help Jessie through the difficult years of puberty and the “girl-prob
lem” years of high school. Thus she came to know her son well and could now offer him comfort in his current emotional crisis.

  “Let’s talk about it, dear, and it’ll help you feel better. And you know I don’t like beating around the bush so let’s get to the heart of the matter. How has your sexual relationship been with her?”

  “I just can’t figure her out, mom. We’ve been doing it every day. It’s been great. But this morning she says she hasn’t had an orgasm for weeks.” Jesse opened his teary eyes. His stepmom’s ample cleavage filled his field of view. Her supple skin was streaked with the tracks of his tears. They had run down and soaked the top of her white tank rendering their fabric nearly transparent over the ripple of her large aureoles and erect nipples. Until then he hadn’t been aware that she wore no bra. He felt a slight tingle at the tip of his penis. The awareness of which made him feel a little embarrassed and self-conscious. No way did he want to pop a boner while resting his head on his mom’s breasts.

  Big Bad Stepbrother

  As soon as we got home Jason kicked the door shut with his heel, grabbed my hand, and spun me around into his arms.

  “I’ve waited too long for this moment,” his husky breath hot on my already blushing cheeks.

  “What are you going to do?” I gasped, my hands finding the steel chords running up along his lower back. With one hand behind my neck and the other clenching my amble rear, he pulled me tighter into his embrace. The heat coming off his hulking chest was hot as a furnace. I felt his stiff cock press into my plump tummy.

  I’m going to bring out the woman in you, sis,” pressing his lips onto mine, slipping his wet hot whiskey flavored tongue into my mouth. My body melted into his strong arms. His mouth opened wide as did mine, our faces twisting crosswise for deeper oral penetration. I wanted to sink my tongue deep inside him and he wanted to do the same with me. We shared the same breath, inhaling and exhaling in and out of each other as our tongues explored and caressed each other’s mouths.