MILF

Sure, I let my son’s friend ‘seduce’ me. Kids think sound doesn’t carry in a house. Folding laundry in the utility room I’d heard his buddies talking in the other room calling me that silly ‘MILF’ term and my son telling them to shut up. They picked right back up talking about me when he went upstairs to get the pizza out of the oven. 

“I bet she’s a hot fuck,” one of them was saying, trying to sound experienced. 

“And those tits!” got grunts of agreement.

“I bet she’s lonely without a husband around.”

“Easy?” 

“Probably…I bet I could get her in a week or two…”

Laughter and more bullshit and boy bravado followed, but the laundry was done and I interrupted their conversation coming through with the basket just before the pizza arrived. It was pretty obvious which one of them had made the bet by the way he looked at me and then fake-shyly looked away.

It didn’t even take a week for him to “get” me. The flirtation was awkward and amateur, but I wasn’t playing hard-to-get. It was easy to arrange a time when Mark showed up ‘accidentally’ an hour before my son got home from practice. Inside of 15 minutes his head was between my breasts. Before 20, his tasty, nicely thick cock was stretching my mouth. Of course he blew his first load there. Boys have no staying power. But they do have amazing libidos. I held him in my throat and swallowed his spunk down, sucking hard as I pulled off. He stayed rock hard, panting and wide eyed. I smiled at him, rose, turned and promptly sat on his shaft. 

Oh, he was nice. Definitely on the thick side, and long enough to scratch all my itches. I rode him hard, cumming twice while he gasped for air. He stammered something about a condom, but I ignored it, fucking myself on him even harder. Like I couldn’t take care of myself. 

When I heard his breath catching and the shaft twitched inside me I told him between thrusts to give me his cum, to knock me up. I was fucking with him of course, but his hands shot to my hips as if to pull me off, just as I sank down on him with finality, pressing him all the way inside as he came buckets. It was delicious, and I came hard a third time myself as I ground against his helplessly spurting cock.

It took another two months before Mark would meet my eyes again when visiting. But I’d had a couple more of them by then. Funny how they actually seemed to keep me a secret from each other despite their early bragging.

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , , ,

Cassie Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.

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