7 More MILF Stories (2 page)

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
45
^th
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.

“Janet...”

She pulls the sides of the t-shirt down.
It's one of those flexible types and comes down slowly over the
huge expanse of her breast. There's no bra underneath. I don't know
why she was jogging without one, but I expect it has a lot to do
with that fact that they don't make sports bras in this size.

My fucking lord...

I'm not a religious man, but this is a
religious experience if anything ever was. I stare down at her huge
breasts. They are perky. How the hell can they be like that at her
age? She's over 40. Isn't it a fact that breasts lose their shape
as a woman ages? How is it possible that an older woman can have
this kind of shape after all these years? I totally have no idea,
but my dick suddenly finds a few more inches.

I stare down at it. How much bigger can I
get? It's red with the amount of blood in it and there's a long
ream of juices dribbling down to the floor.

“Some guys who like my breasts like it when
I do a certain thing,” she says. “Would you like me to do that
thing to you?”

“What is it?” I ask.

She comes forward and brings her breasts
close to my dick.

“I put them around their cock like this,”
she says. My dick immediately goes into the most warm and
comfortable space that it's ever been and is enclosed. I lose sight
of it because there's so much flesh. She shifts up and down.

“I like to move quickly. Do you think you'll
be able to hold out longer this time?”

I doubt it but I say nothing and concentrate
on only one fact: This is Janet and she's having sex with me. How
the heck did that happen?

The soft flesh of her breasts works up and
down my cock. I admire her slim, muscular shoulders and cute face.
There's wrinkles here and there, but these are the signs of time
not of age. She has smile lines from all the good times that she
spent happy and fulfilled. There are also some frown lines to say
that the world hasn't always been good to her and then there's that
twinkle in her eyes.

This woman likes sex a lot. I can tell just
looking at her. The obvious question occurs to me in that moment:
What is going to happen to us over the week that my family is away?
I'll be stuck in the house with this woman because I doubt she's
going to go home once we really take this all the way. I have no
answer, but, strangely, the thought gives me a new level of
confidence. This is assured. I'm going to have sex with Janet. I
know I shouldn't, but I can't help myself. There'll be time to feel
guilty later.

My second orgasm is as powerful as the
first. I pour load after load up into her comfortable space. She
slips back and stares down at it glittering in the light of the
early afternoon coming through the window. It's a stinky mess and
her smile is excited.

“You really cum a lot.”

Her fingers roll through it and my dick
jerks. I no longer need help getting hard. I think I'm going to
need help getting soft at this rate.

“Shall we go all the way? “ she asks. “I'm
having fun, but it's time that you put that big thick dick in my
pussy. I'm too horny right now for anything else.”

She strolls over to the table, stops and
yanks down her shorts. Her pink panties go with it. I stare. She's
standing there with my cum making a long trail down into her fluffy
line of pussy hair. She hasn't cleaned herself up in awhile, but
it's still isn't a lot compared to some girls my age. I would say
that she trims now and then. That's good because otherwise there
would be no barrier to my cum entering her pussy. That would be bad
for everyone.

She leans against the table.

“You are sure taking your time for a young
man,” she say. “Do you want to fuck me or not?”

I shake myself from my admiration of her
body and stride to her. In seconds she's on the table and ready for
sex. Still, despite her constant eager urging, I take some time to
open her legs nice and wide and lick up and down the gorgeous lips
of her pussy and work on the hugeness of her hard clit with the tip
of my tongue.

Janet groans and pushes me deeply into her.
I smile as her moans get more and more filthy. It's good to know
she likes this so much.

After awhile I turn from my work to reach
for my wallet, but realize that it's in my room.

“I need a condom,” I say.

She shakes her head.

“You are not going to wear a condom with me,
Keith,” she states quite firmly. “You are a man now and you should
experience sex like a man. Have you ever done it raw?”

I shake my head.

“Then this is going to be your first time
and I guarantee you'll like it.”

She reaches down and opens her pussy
lips.

“You are welcome anytime.”

It doesn't take me a second to get into her
pussy. I ram my dick straight into the tight confines of her cunt.
I know this is dangerous. My dick is covered in cum already and
there's a very real chance that a woman of this kind of good health
can still get pregnant. She doesn't have the look of a woman going
through menopause. I could really get her pregnant. I wonder if
that's even safe.

“Fuck me, Kieth. Stop thinking about doing
it.”

I laugh. Yeah, I was getting caught up.

Her pussy is tight and active. It clenches
often as I strike into her from the front. She leans back and holds
herself up on her arms. Those huge breasts bounce with my efforts.
I have my hands on her hips and my fingers are digging into her
rear. The table knocks up against my nuts now and then, but the
pain is nothing to the pleasure that is flowing through me on
finally having what I truly wanted after all these years. I take
her hard and fast until I cum once more. This time I don't hold
back and let it flow straight into her. She moans and smiles.

“You gave me a lot.”

I fall back, but my dick is still hard. I
grab her in the daze that I'm in and spin her around. A line of
white is flowing out of her pussy, but I don't care. I jam my dick
back in and continue to fuck her from behind. Her gorgeous butt
takes some hard punishment until, as miraculously as it seem when
it happens, I cum and fill her up all over again.

“Again...” She mutters. “So much cum... You
are going to get me pregnant.”

I fall to the floor and breathe. I can't
stop my hard-on. I can't stop my desire. I'm 26 years old and I've
never been this horny. I've heard about it, but never experienced
it.

She comes down to straddle me. Her hands
reach down and caress my dick. It enters her and she rides me. I
stare up into her eyes. They are so gorgeous. That spark is
stronger than ever. I open my mouth and tell her that I love her
and that I've always loved her. She smiles and says nothing and
rides me harder and harder.

“Don't get me pregnant,” she whispers just
once before I cum. It's not a warning but an invitation. I think
she wants the opposite.

I cum hard and faint. When I wake up, she is
rolling her fingers in her pussy lips with a ton of cum flowing
out. Janet is squatting over me and I stare up at her pussy as she
works her two fingers around on her rock hard clit. Her cries are
loud and powerful and when she cums my juices are pushed out all
over my stomach.

“They came out,” she mutters angrily.

I breathe. What is this madness? Who is this
woman and where has she put my mother's sexy friend?

She reach down and scoops it all up to push
back into her pussy.

“I like to be cummed in,” she explains. “It
feels better inside.”

I stare.

“Are you really Janet?” I can't stop myself
from asking.

“100% yes.”

I continue to stare. The woman I'm going to
marry – this is her. I know that without a doubt. This is the
one.

Back to now

I place my dick in her ass and smile to
myself as the memories slide away and Janet, 8 months pregnant and
the love of my life, appears in my eyes. This woman... Our life
together.... I ease my cock further in and thank the heavens that I
have such a woman in my life. It was a long time in coming, but
everything worked out fine in the end. My obsession, my woman: They
are the same thing and I'm glad – so so glad – that I can be with
them both. A wonderful night awaits.