4 comments/ 84314 views/ 15 favorites MILF Ch. 01 By: finnius72 Hey guys and gals, I need feedback. If you like it I will write more. If not I'll try another story. See all my stories and vote and give feedback I have always had this thing with older women. It’s not that they turn me on, they just seem to like me a lot. I have to admit that I really dug the fact these women thought of me in a way that they didn’t about their own husbands. To them, I was something they just wanted to use for a good time, and that was good enough for me. I had just turned eighteen when I had my first experience with an older women. She was the mother of three young kids, and married to this skinny little guy that was an accountant or something. I used to love to watch her from my window doing her yard work in tight shorts and a t-shirt that was too small for her big tits. I thing I must have jacked off over that image a hundred times over that summer. The thought of her sucking my dick, or being bent over with me in her ass just made me so fucking hot. It was the first day of school when I finally got to talk to Miss Reed. She was wearing a tight wife beater with no bra and the chill in the air was just enough to make her nipples razor sharp. I was on my way down to the store to get some Pepsi when I passed on her way back from dropping her kids of at the bus stop. I admit that I stared at her monster tits when I walked by, and after I though I waited long enough, I turned around to sneak a peak at her ass. BUSTED! She was standing the waiting for me to turn around with a big grin on her ace. I couldn’t believe it, and as the color of my face turned three shades darker she said , “You really shouldn’t stare at people, it is rude.” There was a melody in her voice that I just fell in love with at that moment. I knew for sure that would have fantasies about her the rest of my life. “The very least you could do is say, “hello Miss Reed, how are you?” That isn't much for a lady to ask from a guy that has been staring at her all summer is it?” I just stood there and stared right at her tits drinking in her perfection when I realized that she expected me to answer her in some way. Without taking my eyes of her tits I said “ummmmmm” That’s right, I was speechless. I couldn’t think of a word to say then just “ummmmmm” I was such an idiot. “Well, whenever you want to chat with me, and treat me like a lady instead of staring at me like a drooling fool, you can just stop at my place. I’ll make lemonade.” She walked away without a look behind her. I stared as her perfectly shaped ass swayed in her tight little stretch pants till she walked behind the hedges at her house. For the rest of the day, I sat alone in my room with my hand wrapped around my dick, praying to gods of fuck for just a minute in her. I knew that was all the time I needed. That night when I heard the door slam shut from across the street I looked out the window to see Miss Reed throwing shoes at her husband as he tried to protect his head from the onslaught of his awesome wife. “You mother fucker! She’s only 18, get out of here! I hate you, you fucking bastard!” That was basically what she said as he tried to get into his car without getting whacked by what his wife was throwing. The next few days, I didn’t see her except when she went to the bus stop to drop her kids or pick them up. Her hair was messy, and she even seemed to be wearing loose cloths instead of the tight things she normally wore. I still thought she was the most perfect women I ever saw, and I just wished deep down that one day I would get up and see her like her normal self. I have to admit, she was the reason I stayed home instead of getting a job. My parents didn’t care, and why work when you can hang out and look at something that perfect everyday. It was a Monday night when I saw her next. She was getting out of her car and going into her when I passed by on my way home. I was a little drunk, and feeling pretty good when I said’ “Hi Miss Reed, how are you.” She turned and looked at me with a nasty angry look on her face and said’ “Why the hell do you care?” she never missed a step as she got to her door and let herself in. I actually walked all the way to my door before I decide what I was going to do next. I knew I was too young for her, and I also knew that she wasn’t in any mood for company, but still she said if I was willing to treat her like a lady and chat with her like an adult that I was more than welcome to come over. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the flowers out of my moms vase and walked over to her front door. I stood there for moment before I rang the doorbell. I put the flowers behind my back and waited. When she answered the door, she looked like she had downed a lot of booze in short time it took me to go home and get the flowers. She had taken off her jeans and was standing in front of me with a tee that strained to hold her perfect tits and left her tummy bare and a pair of white cotton panties. I swear to god, that I just wanted to say “thank you lord!!!!” I was fully ready to be cussed at and told to hit the bricks, but she said instead. “Oh God, it’s mister peeping tom.” with a laugh, she opened the door and walked back into the house out of sight. The door hung open to the street, and after a second I walked in and close the door. Walking into her house was like entering a shrine. There were pictures of her and her kids everywhere. I felt really weird about it as I walked into the living room where she sat on her couch with a bottle of whiskey in her hand. Still, I had decided that I was going to try to talk to her. It was way too late for me to chicken out by then. “Miss Reed? I brought you some flowers.” I held them out in front of me and smiled hoping that she would be civil with me. “I guess you want me to making fucking lemonade now.” she slurred as she reached up and snatched them out of my hand throwing them into the empty fireplace in one movement. “I’m not making lemonade, and I don’t feel like talking.” “I guess I’ll leave then,” I said and stood there for and answer finally getting a great look at her legs and thighs. I really can’t say enough about how hot she was. Smoking hot would be more accurate. As I turned to leave I could feel her eyes on me. “You want a drink?” I turned around and saw the bottle in her ouch stretched hand, “No thanks, I am not much on the hard stuff.” “What are you, some kind of pussy?” “No, it’s just that I....” I really didn’t know how to explain what I had to say. “....well to be honest, every time I drink whiskey I get horny as hell. The last time I did I fucked some fat girl at a party and I haven’t heard the end of it since.” There I said it. “I don’t see anyone here that will have me, so I think I’ll pass. I’m tired of jacking off in my bed.” I turned around and started to leave. I really couldn’t believe I said what I said. I just told myself that it was better not to lie. “Hey!” she yelled from the other room. “I don’t mind if you get horny by having a couple of drinks. Hell, I might like it.” she laughed loudly as she raised the bottle to her mouth for another swig. “I just need to talk is all.” I stood there for a bit trying think of what I should do, when I just said to myself, what the hell, I shot so much cum into tissues over her, why not a little more. “Ok, one drink.” She was quiet for along time as we drank. I have to admit that I was so into looking at her, that if she would have been talking, I wouldn’t have heard half of what she was saying. Then she said something I thought I would never hear from her. “Are you horny yet? I am.” She reached out a squeezed my leg and said, “I know you want me. You've been staring at me all summer. I actually liked it when I knew you were staring. It was turn on knowing that you were so horny, and could do nothing about it.” I just sat there jaw open and shocked at her drunken boldness. “Do you know I’ve been married for 11 years. I’ve only had sex with my husband, and can you believe I lost virginity on my fucking wedding night. Hell, I think the bastard knocked me up on the first try. God he was a good fuck.” she stared out into nothing for a sec and continued, “Well I think he was, I’ve got nothing to compare him with.” She laughed and I laughed too. My mind was so focused on her hand on my leg and the fact that I had a hard on that I had nothing to say. Her hand moved up my thigh till it reached home. Her hand rested on my hard dick for a second before she said. “That’s bigger than his.” she chuckled. “I’ve never been able to find out if size really does matter. I guess it’s time I found out.” With a quick movement she had me my pants unzipped and my dick in her hand. I was so damn horny that my dick was sticky already. Miss Reed touched the tip and licked her finger and said, “I have rules kid.” “Umm what?” “I have been married to a man that had be bent over the kitchen table on a daily bases till that little whore he hooked up with came along. So there are certain things I want clear before we do this.” she seemed sober all the sudden. “One, I like it ruff, pull my hair, spank me, talk dirty, make me feel like a whore. I like that. I don’t want some gentlemen. I want fucked. Two, never take no for an answer with me. I will be your whore. Three, never pull out of me. Cum inside me. If you pull out, it means you never wanted in me to begin with.” With that last sentence she took her top of and revealed the holy grail of my young life. Her tits were as perfect as I imagined. No sag, hard nipples and big and soft. She leaned over to me and began to kiss my neck as her hand caressed my dick. “fuck me master, make me your whore.” Master? What the fuck did I get myself into? My body was responding to her and I was unwilling to stop it. I reached down and roughly pushed her head to my cock, hoping that she would give me some relief quick. As he mouth sucked me inside, I took a deep breath. I never felt heat like that before when I had got blowjobs from chicks in school. This was different. It was like I was waiting for that moment to find out what a real woman could do to my dick. I began to force myself deeper into her mouth as I held the back of her neck, keeping her from pulling her perfect mouth from cock. I moaned as she began to play with my balls and bob her head up and down faster and faster on it. Her eyes never left mine as I watched her take all 8 inches down her throat. It was a wonder that I didn’t cum yet. “That’s it suck my cock,” I moaned. “Take it all you little whore.” She took me all the way to the balls and I almost lost it. I held her head down there till she gagged. She made a strangled noise as I grabbed her by the hair and forced myself in her throat. I could feel my orgasm building and so wanted her to swallow it all. I began to pump my hips at her face watching as her eyes began to water and her mouth stretch to take all of me in. My hips bucked wildly as I lost control and began to blast her throat with my seed. Gush after gush shot from my cock, till she couldn’t handle anymore and my cum dribble from the sides of her mouth. It seemed like forever before my orgasm subsided and I slipped from her mouth. “That was great you fucking little whore.” I said with a quiet voice, slapping my spent cock on her cum filled mouth. I watched she seemed to hold my cum in her mouth till I yelled, “Swallow it bitch!” She smiled then swallowed my cum, then started to suck on my semi limp dick. “I want more master. I want more.” she begged. I jumped into the part of the master and said, “take off you cloths. Masturbate for me.” I instructed. She stripped off her panties and laid back on the couch and began to slide her fingers up and down her slit. I could see that she was very hot, cause her clit was swollen and her finger were sliding over her cunt with ease. “Don’t forget to finger that asshole little whore.” She took to playing with herself with abandon, and soon she had two fingers in her ass and cunt. I watched as she brought herself to and orgasm. I kept her at it till I was rock hard, and gasping for air. I walked over to her and said, “I may get used to this. So you better be sure you want this. If you do I will be back again tomorrow. and next and the next day. Get it?” I could see that she was thinking it over as I got in between her legs and slammed my cock into her cunt. I wasn’t giving her the option to say no, I just wanted to make sure she knew what she was getting into. I could feel her insides strain to contain me as I pushed myself in ball deep. “YES I WANT IT!! YES I WANT!! YESSSSSSSSSS!!!” she screamed as I begin to pound my dick in her feeling my balls slap against her ass. She dug her finger nails into my back, I could feel her drawing blood as I fucked her hot pussy as hard as I could. I put my mouth on her tit and bit down on it till I tasted her blood, she screamed in pain as I continued my assault on her body. She was my whore, and she knew it. I pulled out of her and stood up. She sat up and tried to suck me off but I pushed her away. “Who is the master?” “You are.” “What?” “You are my master.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, you are my master.” “What about your loser husband?” “Who?” I smiled and pulled her by the hair toward the bed room. I looked at her tit where the bite was oozing blood and bruised. I laid her down on the bed and lifted her legs in the air. “I am gonna fuck you in the ass and cum on your face.” “No!!!!!” “Who is the master?” “You are.” she pouted. I pushed my dick against her anus and asked again. “You are.” The head of my shaft enter her puckered heaven. “Again!” “You are!!” Slowly at first I started to move in and out of her. Soon her ass was gripping my cock like a glove and was pounding her hard, treating her like a two dollar whore. “Who!!!!!!” “You are! You Are YOU ARE!!!” Her body began to quake as her first orgasm finally hit. Her ass began to pulsate as I never slowed my pace. I pulled out and made her suck my poop dick, and proceeded to fuck her ass again. I just couldn’t get enough of her mouth or ass, and I so wanted the night to last. She had another orgasm, then another, then another, sweat beaded on her fore head and chest as I gave no quarter to her body. I was so hot, but I was focused on her that I almost thought that I wouldn’t cum myself. As she began to quake again, she jammed her fingers down her on throat and gagged. Every muscle in her rectum clinched and suddenly I was erupting inside her ass. Shot after shot fired from my cock flooding her bowels, I was so into it that I only managed to fire a shot across her tummy before I went limp. “Master came in me.” she smiled. MILF Ch. 01 I had just finished my last class of the day and had returned to my dorm room. Steve, my roomy was sitting at his PC doing what he seemed to always be doing. Looking at porn. The fact he was also jerking himself off while doing so wasn't much of a surprise either. He didn't seem to care if someone simply barged in while he was. Steve figured that it was their problem, not his if they did so. He did what he did, because he enjoyed it. And anyone else having a problem with it could just leave. Which included me, his roommate. The fact of the matter was, it didn't bother me, and for another thing, Steve always left his special porn pages up so they were accessible to me as well whenever he wasn't around. I walked over tossing my books down onto my bed. Steve was truly enjoying himself at the moment too, and hadn't missed a stroke. Like I said, at the moment he couldn't have cared less that I was there, and for good reason. The one thing that did surprise me a little however, was the fact he was getting off while watching a woman on his web cam, while she in turn was watching him. This was something new which I hadn't seen him doing before until now. Fascinated, I sat there more or less looking over his shoulder as he continued to enjoy himself, all the while watching this very attractive, but much older woman getting herself off with a vibrator. "Damn, that's hot!" I actually heard myself saying without realizing I had. "You're telling me!" Steve said. "Just found this new porn site, it's called MILF's." "MILF's? What the hell's that?" I asked. Steve took a brief moment to toss me a weird look before turning his attention back to the very wet looking cunt he was watching this older woman burry a vibrator into. "It means Mother's I'd Like to Fuck," he said simply. Moments later Steve shot his wad, though I had turned my attention away from watching him and back to looking at her as she obviously climaxed soon after herself. They both thanked one another on the keyboard, and soon after signed off. "Fuck! I'm gonna be late for class!" Steve suddenly announced and then jumped up preparing to leave. Before he did so however, he turned towards me knowingly. Go ahead Dan, take a look around, maybe you'll see someone on there that will interest you. If you want to cam with her, just click on that little movie camera button. Provided you even find someone that wants to with you," he stated half seriously. Steve left, and I quickly settled down into his seat, now curious as I began browsing through page after page of rather interesting MILF's as he called them. I began to notice that some had a little icon telling me if they were on line at the moment. I then tested the camera, which promptly showed a picture in the top of the screen of how I appeared, which at the moment was less than interesting, though I was rapidly getting there. Unlike Steve, I got up, locked the door to the room, and returned to my seat, quickly unzipping myself and taking out my now very hard cock. I scrolled through a few more women looking for one I would enjoy talking to, and looking at, when I damn near swallowed my own tongue. At first, I didn't know what I was looking at, and then it registered. I was staring at a photo of my very own mother. And though the screen name that was listed there wasn't her real name, there was no mistaking the fact that it was her! Ever since I was a kid I had had somewhat of a fascination with regards to her, though it was something I of course had never pursued. But I had secretly found her very attractive looking, which she was, and had on more than one occasion found excuses for barging in on her whenever I knew she was dressing. Just so I could catch a glimpse of her nude, or semi-nude body. She always treated it as no big deal, almost like it was a game I enjoyed playing, which she was very much aware of. But in all that time, I had never seen anything like this. There was a series of six personalized photos that were shown, and I took my time thumbing through each and every one of them. "Darlene" as she was calling herself, though her real name was JoAnn, not to mention being my own mother, had a nice pair of very mature looking tits. Something else I had been infatuated with. I never had been into the so called "standing up there and out" perky tits a lot of younger woman had. But had always preferred the soft, full, somewhat gravity prone hangers, just like what I was looking at now. Her nipples were pretty good sized as well, and in the second photo, it showed her holding one of her breasts up in her hands, actually licking the rose colored very thick and very hard looking nipple. I sat there, realizing I was stroking my own dick while looking at it, and getting hornier and hornier by the second. Which is about the time her little icon lit up, informing me that she had just signed on! "Damn! Did I dare?" I wondered. Since I was signed on under Steve's screen name, which I noticed had said "Horn Dawg" I knew that as long as I didn't ever show my face, there was no way she would ever know who I truly was. Excited, somewhat scared, but certainly excited and aroused, I typed a message to her, telling her she had a hot looking body, and that I'd enjoy seeing more of her. I sat back waiting, half expecting her not to respond, especially while using an idiotic screen name like "Horn Dawg!" Moments later when she did, I nearly jumped out of my seat. Suddenly a live web cam of her appeared, and though I couldn't see her face at the moment because it wasn't in view, there was no mistaking the background of her bedroom, or the fact that it actually was her! I had forgotten that my own camera was on, and at the moment that it was showing my very hard cock, which I was still at the moment sitting there stroking. When she typed in the words, "Nice Cock" I realized then she could see it. "Nice tits," I responded back. "Would love to see more of them." I watched as she slipped out of the blouse she'd been wearing. Her 'Heavy Hangers' now sitting there bulging out of her black lacy bra, hinting at all that succulent flesh I'd been infatuated with ever since I was a kid. And now, here she was, my own mother, unknowingly responding back to me with those gorgeous tits of hers hanging out. "Very nice!" I typed. "Fuck...you're making me horny!" "I can see that," she typed back. "You're making me horny too," she then added. "Would you like to see?" "Oh, fuck yes!" I came back at her. And then watched as she not only removed the bra she was wearing, but then scooted back in her chair, pulling the matching lace panties she was wearing off to one side, showing me her wet looking juicy split. I could now see her face too, and she looked lustier, more erotically horny than I had ever seen her before. I sat mesmerized as she fingered her split, sticking several fingers inside her cunt before removing them and licking the juice off her fingers. "You like?" she reached forward typing. "What would you like to see me do?" "Lick your tits for me," I told her. "Suck them, and put some of your pussy juice on them before you do." "I like naughty boys," she responded before doing so, and then watched as she did that. Watched as she once again speared her pussy with two fingers, the creamy substance her cunt was now oozing very noticeable as she then rubbed it all over and around one of her extremely hard looking nipples. After she had, she then licked it, and sucked it, giving me a nice close up view of that gorgeous nipple of hers as she did. We spent the next twenty minutes watching one another pleasuring ourselves, though all she saw of me during that time was my very hard cock and balls. Nearing release, as we both were by now, she typed, "Would you like seeing me squirt?" "Holy fucking shit!" I thought. "My mother squirts too?" I rapidly typed back, "Fuck yes! Please!" Seeing her smile, seeing the look on my own mother's face as she scooted back onto the bed, a rather large sized cucumber lying next to her which she now picked up and inserted inside her cunt was probably the most erotic, most decadent thing I had ever seen before. Especially when she lay there, sledge hammering that thick green monster in and out of her cunt with all this white frothy juice suddenly clinging to it every time she halfway took it out. I was almost there when she leaned forward, once again typing. "You ready to cum? Because I sure am. I want to see that nice hard cock of yours squirting for me while I do...you ready? Close?" "Fire away," I responded back. "Ready to shoot whenever you are!" Once again she smiled, sat back, and again began pummeling her cunt with the veggie as I likewise began spanking my own monkey furiously. I watched wild-eyed as suddenly my own mother's cunt erupted. This very wet juicy little geyser of female cum-cream suddenly jettison, spurting high into the air as she took out the cucumber, allowing it to squirt before reinserting it, fucking herself once or twice more, removing it again, and squirting again. Seeing that was all it took. I looked up in the monitor in the self-cam photo that was showing of me just as my own cock exploded. The spunk literally skyrocketing out of my prick, so much so that it flew out of camera shot in fact, though it was obvious she seemed to enjoy watching it as I did. "Nice spunk cum," she typed seconds later. "You made me very...very horny watching you!" "Fuck...you too!" I typed back, and then added, "I would love to watch you again sometime." "Ditto...me too. I'm usually on here about this time every day," she then told me. "You?" I had to think about that. Steve had this class at this time three days a week, so with luck I could at least see her that often, and told her so. Making a date for the day after tomorrow, same time, same place, as it were, we signed off both promising to be here. After we did, I went back in and looked at her photos again, saving her profile into Steve's "favorites page" which I didn't figure he'd mind. And even as I did that, I began to form an idea inside my head, though it was pretty far-fetched and pretty unrealistic as I did so. But I figured the next time we got on line together, I would mention it and see where it went. ** It was like deja'vou. I had just gotten back from my own class, and Steve was once again sitting at his computer doing what he liked best, which had now become one of my personal pastimes as well, though I didn't tell him that. He was again on the same site, though he had just finished getting off and was about to sign off when I asked him to leave it up for me. He smiled. "Ah, found someone last time did we?" He asked. I told him I had, and then asked him if he'd ever met anyone real life that he'd met and jerked off with on line. "Couple times, not very often though. Mostly, all they want to do is get themselves off, and watch guys like us do the same? Why you ask?" Since Steve was in fact a for real "Horn Dawg" I figured I might as well tell him what I'd discovered and been doing. If there was any hope of eventually pulling this off, he had to be let in on it anyway, otherwise it wasn't going to work. And on top of that, mom had to be willing to meet, and I knew she wasn't about to even consider doing that unless she saw what I...or rather Steve looked like. And the one plus there was, Steve wasn't a bad looking guy. But even more importantly, his cock and mine from what I'd been able to determine, were very similar in appearance. He wasn't overly large, nor was I, and we seemed to both have the same shape and size of heads too. Had we not have, or at least been as similar in appearance, the idea I had in mind wouldn't have worked either. So I told him. "No fucking shit! Your mom?" he'd said after I told him all about my discovery, and what had happened. I then told him I was expecting to meet up with her again here shortly, watch her again, and hopefully set something up in actually meeting her if he was willing to go along with my idea. Steve laughed, "You're one sick motherfucker, you know that?" he joked. "But I like it!" he quickly amended. "I'm thinking you're maybe as perverted and twisted as I am. And I can't think of anything more fucking hot, than getting a chance to fuck my roommates own mother, and then watch him as he does!" Steve immediately decided to skip class, much to my delight. And then minutes later as we brought up "Darlene's" profile waiting, she appeared. This time it was Steve however sitting in the chair, hard cock and all, which I figured would be the first test in seeing if we could pull this off or not. The other being, he now allowed his face to be seen which I hadn't done. And though I had to be careful to stay out of the camera myself, I was still able to get a nice view of my mother as she once again sat back on the bed in her bedroom, finger-fucking herself while my good old buddy Steve, jerked off for her while she watched. "I do love your cock," she had typed, which to me had been a pretty good indication we'd passed the test. "I love watching it squirt, I'd love feeling it squirt on me," she'd added. "Fuck man, that's our opening!" I'd said. "Ask her...ask her if she'd ever be willing to actually hook up and meet somewhere!" Much to my surprise to be perfectly honest, she responded back that she would. She even gave us a place she often enjoyed going to, a fairly nice Hotel that wasn't too far away from where my mother and stepfather lived. Steve responded back he'd be there of course, which we both would, and made a date for the very next day at two in the afternoon. It would mean that we'd both end up skipping classes, but under the circumstances, who wouldn't have?" We had also learned that one of mom's fantasies was being tied up, and blindfolded. Steve had then told her, that's what he intended on doing for her when he showed up. She had given us the room number she'd be in at the hotel, and once let inside, Steve would then proceed to do all that. As soon as he was able, he would then sneak me in. We showed up at the agreed upon time, with me hiding out down the hallway as mom let him into the room. They must have gotten right down to business, as it wasn't more than a few minutes later when I saw the door open and Steve waving me down to it. I hurriedly did so, quietly stepping in as he made his way back over towards the bed. Sure enough, my mother was spread-eagled on the bed, hands and feet tied to the corner posts with a black scarf tied around her head, covering her eyes. The fact that I was actually standing there inside the room, looking at my very own naked, tied down blindfolded mother, gave me an instant erection. I watched for a while as Steve went about teasing her to death, fingering her wide-open pussy, sometimes licking and sucking her clit, then rubbing his hard cock around her nipples, and against her mouth as she nibbled it, sucked it, and licked it. All the while with Steve looking over at me as I quietly undressed, waiting for my turn and the inevitable switch we were planning. The only thing I had asked, and which Steve had agreed to, was that I be the first one to fuck her. When the opportunity came for us to make the switch, Steve stepped back to where I'd been standing as I crossed over and got on the bed. Staring at her juicy wide open split, I then allowed myself to run my tongue up and down my own mother's cunt, tasting her juices, and then sucking on her clit. Hearing her moans and sighs of pleasure nearly made me cream right then and there. Especially with Steve standing there getting photos of all of this with his cell phone as I did so. Something else we had planned on doing. "Fuck me! Please come and fuck me now!" Mother cried out. "I want to feel that big beautiful prick of yours filling my cunt!" In the next instant, I was doing just that, driving my hard thick shaft into her as fast as I could as she humped back against me, fucking me back just as furiously. "Oh yes! Yes! Make me fucking cum! Make me fucking squirt!" she screamed out deliriously, and then she was...and then I was. Feeling her wet hot juices actually spraying out against me, soon had me unloading a copious amount of thick rich gooey cum butter inside my mother's cunt. After which, I then walked around, placing the head of my prick against her mouth so she could lick off all the wet sticky residue, which again, Steve managed to get several nice photos of her doing. When she then asked to be untied and released, we hurriedly switched places, though Steve stalled once again teasing her clit, pinching her breasts, which she liked, and which bought us a little time as I dressed and hurriedly slipped back out of the room. It was another thirty minutes before the door opened, and Steve came out, once again meeting me down by the elevators. "She's one hot fucking cunt!" he told me. "Man...would she ever freak if she was to find out what we did!" I wondered about that. And in fact knew that I wanted to fuck her again...and soon too. But the concept of pulling this off again like we just had wasn't very damn likely. Fantasy was one thing, and doing it on occasion was a possibility. But certainly not every damn time you did either. I was scheduled to spend the weekend at home for a visit. And knowing that my stepfather would no doubt go off and play a round of golf the following morning once again gave me the incentive to attempt to do what I'd only then decided I was going to do. I wasn't at all sure how mom would react, but again, under the circumstances I felt like it was worth the risk, and see how it all played out. I showed up Friday evening as expected, and mom had cooked one of my favorite meals in anticipation of that. As I didn't get along all that well with my step-father, as I'd already gone off to school by the time the two of them had met and had gotten married, we really hadn't spoken all that much, though I had sensed in the beginning, he wasn't the best thing to happen to my mother, even though she herself had realized it shortly before they had gotten married. He was more or less a form of security for her, which she admitted to, and to which even I had to be somewhat grateful for, as they had helped me out with some of my college finances. After watching the news, Greg excused himself and went upstairs to bed since he'd be getting up early the following morning to go out and play golf with his buddies. It hadn't been my intent to do anything that night whatsoever, though I still wasn't sure how I was in fact going to approach mom with what I knew...had done, and honestly wanted to do again. But that golden opportunity presented itself quite unexpectedly. After Greg went up, mom informed me she was going up to say good-night, and wanted to change into her "comfy" clothes as she called them, provided I didn't have a problem with that. I told her I didn't of course, and in fact, wouldn't mind doing the same, which for me as she knew, consisted of a simple pair of boxer shorts and one of my sleeveless tee shirts. Something I had worn and been doing most of my life, long before heading off to college. It wasn't long when she came back down into the living room where I sat thumbing through the TV channels looking for something to watch. Though my mind was going a hundred miles an hour, trying to think of how I was going to approach her. I had still decided to wait until the following day when Greg wasn't around, so wasn't really anticipating doing anything. But when mom came down stairs again, and upon seeing her, I felt my cock immediately begin to stiffen and knew I'd soon be in trouble, unable to hide it if it did. It wasn't like she was dressed in something frilly or lacy or meant to be all that sexy. Truth was, she too was wearing what she usually did most evenings. A simple, though short, terry cloth bathrobe that I knew she didn't have anything on underneath, except for a simple pair of satin or nylon type panties. I'd seen her in them before, several times growing up, and I'd certainly seen her in her "comfy" clothes on more than one occasion. MILF Ch. 01 "What are you watching?" she asked. I hadn't realized it, but I had selected an "after hours" special features category, and one of the programs listed was one I enjoyed watching, a series on somewhat kinky, or interesting topics, each having to do with various sexual aspects. The info on it said something about bondage and masturbation, and without really answering her, I pressed continue, allowing the feature to start up. "I'm not sure this is something a mother should sit watching with her own son," she said, though the smile on her face was amused rather than obviously offended. "Oh hell mother, we're both adults," I shot back. "And it's not like we both don't think of these things...or enjoy doing them either," I commented, watching as the program began, though keeping a nice peripheral vision going as I periodically glanced over her way. It couldn't have been any more perfect. On screen, a woman who actually somewhat resembled my own mother was soon tied to the bed, and blindfolded by two men who proceeded to drive her insane as they initially teased her to death. Seeing mom squirm on the couch as she sat next to me, though there was space enough for another to do so between us, I asked. "Ever thought about doing that?" She laughed nervously, still squirming. "You know Greg, that's not something he'd ever enjoy doing...too straight laced. Something like that would be a bit too kinky for him to do," she stated, and then added. "And certainly never with another man being there either." "That's not what I asked," I pressed. "What about you? Something like that turn you on to think about?" The fact I was hard as a rock, and that my prick was even then pressing, almost peeking out of the slit in my boxer shorts didn't go unnoticed. I had seen her glance over, quickly turning away, then sneakily taking another peek while she thought I wasn't actually watching her do so, which in fact I was. She laughed again, and again nervously, though there was an additional catch in her tone of voice, which I knew there was no mistaking...arousal. "I think everyone does at one time or another," she said simply. "So yes...of course I have." I felt my prick leaking, adjusted my sitting position slightly, and felt the coolness of air suddenly kiss the tip of my prick, though I made no effort to conceal the fact it was now actually poking out of my shorts. She glanced quickly over once again, but said nothing, returning to the program just as it went into a series of people who got together and enjoyed watching one another masturbating. As it did, I then purposely glanced over towards her, delighted to see the front of her bathrobe had parted slightly, the right globe of her mature breasts near fully exposed. But even more importantly, she had tucked her feet beneath her, somewhat lying down against the arm of the couch, one hand down between her legs as though she was resting it there comfortably. But I had a pretty good idea as to what it was she was actually doing, though it was just subtle enough, I couldn't be sure. "My roomy...Steve? He jerks off all the time," I told her nonchalantly. "Every time I come back to the room after class, he's usually sitting there stroking himself off." I glanced over towards her, seeing the somewhat surprised expression on my mother's face as she answered. "Well, it's perfectly normal, everyone does it, whether they admit to it or not, though it's usually something one only does in privacy," she added. "I take it, it doesn't bother you that he does, or bother him that he is when you're there?" She asked curiously, though once again I could hear the arousal level in her tone of voice going up another notch. "Nope, it doesn't," I said. "Do it all the time myself, especially while getting on line and looking at MILF's," I added waiting to see if I'd get some sort of a response out of her. "MILF's?" She asked curiously. "What's that?" "Mother's I'd like to fuck," I said easily, once again waiting for her reaction. And it was a good one too. Her face turned scarlet, once again giggling though nervously. "Oh? And I take it there's a few other mother's out there you've fantasized about doing this too?" She asked. "Since when have you had a thing for older women anyway?" "Oh, I think I always have had...one way or another," I responded. "But it was watching one in particular...when she squirted, that really got to me," I confessed, now seeing an even redder expression on her face as she glanced over towards me. By now, my cock was fully hard, and fully poking out of the fly of my shorts, I even allowed my hand to reach down, stroking it a little as I sat there, looking over towards her. "What are you doing?" she asked boldly. After all there was no pretending that I wasn't now doing what I was. "Remembering what it was like to be watching you," I then told her. "And how horny that got me, especially watching you squirt the way you do. Something I would love seeing you do again!" This time her face showed pure shock. "What do you mean? You watched me..." she stammered as her face turned from one of shock to total embarrassment. "Darlene," I said smiling, now seriously moving my hand up and down my prick as I said it. "Did you enjoy watching me too?" I asked. "You know...Horn Dawg?" It took a moment, but then the name seemed to register with her. "How, I mean...that wasn't you, that was..." "Yeah...my roommate, and me...the first time," I confessed, "...anyway. But then it was my roommate Steve the second time, and then both of us when he came to your room at the Hotel." I then proceeded to tell her everything, told her how we'd switched places, how I had fucked her first, and enjoyed every minute of it. Mom sat there with a totally confused, seriously shocked, and yet...seriously aroused look as she continued looking over towards me, my cock about as hard as it had ever been. "Oh come on now mom, let's not either one of us pretend we didn't enjoy it...I certainly did, and even though you didn't know it was me at the time, you enjoyed watching me jerk off, you certainly came hard enough when you did, especially squirting the way you do. And you also seemed to enjoy it a lot...when I actually, and finally...fucked you!" "But I didn't know!" she tossed back like it made any real difference. "Had I of known..." "Yeah, maybe your right, maybe had you of known, you wouldn't have. But it still doesn't change the fact that even when you didn't, you enjoyed watching me, just as you are now. And it also doesn't change the fact that you enjoyed getting fucked by me either, and I bet...given a chance to consider it, you might entertain doing that again too!" Mom just lay there staring at me, utterly speechless. "And it's not like you're not horny right now, I know what you've been laying there doing, same as I am...I'm just more open and honest about it is all. You've been watching me sitting here touching myself, come on...admit it. And I know for a fact you have been as well, even though you've been lying there trying to hide it. I bet...your pussy is all nice and wet, and glistening slick isn't it? And I bet...more than anything, if you'd let me, I'd love to come over there right now, suck and lick your clit, and feel you spray all that nice wet sticky female cum juice all over my face!" "Dan...Danny!" she moaned out obviously confused. "We can't! I'm...I'm your mother!" "We already have," I reminded her, and then showed her the pictures of us doing it on my cell phone. Once again she was speechless, but this time I didn't give her a chance to sit there and think about it anymore either. As close as we were, it was a simple matter of reaching over and now parting her robe, before she knew what I was doing, I had not only done that, but had then slipped my fingers into her slit. Sure enough, she was drenched, her lips all puffy and swollen as I sat there fingering her. She moaned, looking at me. "No one...no one, especially Greg, can ever know what I've done...what we did," she said worriedly. "And no one ever will," I assured her. I then leaned over, this time capturing her clit between my lips, sucking it, while she watched. I felt her hands on top of my head, pushing me into her even more firmly as I licked, sucked, and finger-fucked that incredibly wet juicy cunt, striving to make her reach orgasm, wanting to once again see her squirt the way she had done before, only this time, for real, up close and personal. "Oh fuck....Danny! Danny!" she wailed, though I had to remind her to keep the noise down, or we'd both be giving Greg a big surprise. "Tell me when," I asked. "I want to see it...feel it squirting all over my prick when you do." Mom slipped out of her robe, bunching it beneath her so as not to thoroughly soak the couch when she came. Her enormous, beautiful tits now flattened to some extent against her rib cage, though I reached up, tweaking and pulling on her nice fat extended nipples, hearing her cry out in pleasure as I simultaneously knelt between her legs, as she took my cock, rubbing it against her clit, masturbating herself with it. "Cum on it!" I urged her. "Squirt on it! Let me feel you shooting your wet nasty juice all over my fucking hard cock!" Just hearing me say that, caused her to do so. In the next instant, I felt the warm delicious spray of her juice squirting against me, bathing my balls, and unfortunately, still soaking the couch, though neither one of us really cared at the moment. Just as she began to calm down, I then drove my prick deep inside her, filling my mother's cunt, fucking her now, as I took her right back up to the same intense level of excitement she'd been experiencing only moments ago. She soon came again, once again feeling her juice bathing my prick as I held it inside her, feeling the explosive charge of my own spunk racing up the length of my shaft. I pulled out, inching up her body. She smiled expectantly looking down at my prick which she once again held within her hands, pumping it, jerking it. "Yes baby yes! Cum on me! Squirt it all over me, squirt my tits...my face, squirt it in my mouth!" she half begged deliriously. I began doing so, watching the most forceful jettison of my cream I had ever seen or felt before as I sprayed first her tits, aiming at them. I then switched, aiming up, catching the side of her face before thrusting my cock inside her mouth where she sucked out the last few final pleasurable spurts." I collapsed back, the couch drenched as we sat on it. Her face dripping with the remnants of my fuck butter as she licked it from around the side of her mouth. "What do you say we go downstairs to my room?" I suggested. "That will give the couch a chance to dry, and another place to soak something else." Mom smiled...and quickly followed me downstairs.