Milf

About six years ago, I made a trip to a resort sponsored by my employer. I had heard countless stories of people, married people and others, finding sexual adventures there.

The resort was on a beach in California and was very picturesque. Three same-sex employees were accommodated in the housing units. Our trip lasted 3 days and 2 nights. While I was flirting with any woman I thought might be interested at a distance. Our group consisted of women of different racial and ethnic backgrounds. Being single, I felt I had nothing to lose.

One of my best friend’s mothers is about 42 or 43 years old and is absolutely beautiful. She has about 5’ 7", with long smooth legs, and perfect breasts that are not too big not too small. They’re natural, so they look perfect. She’s the typical blonde soccer mom everyone wants to fuck in the neighborhood. She is a gardener and takes care of her bushes in front of her house and her gardens in the garden.

My best friend’s mother was the last thing I thought about when I went home. I rang and she answered. I asked him if his son, Tom, was home. She said I just missed him, since he left with a girl and they were going to the mall.

She said I didn’t need to leave because she just made a coffee and invited me to a cup. She worked in one of the city’s hospitals and was still in uniform. I asked her if she worked twice again. She smiled and said without a second pay to help pay the bills, she had to work every hour offered to her.

I’m in my 20s and my girlfriend’s mother is very sexy. Every time I visit their house, I find it most of the time looking at my crotch while I look at her breasts. Sometimes I caught her and smiled. I first suspected her appeal to me when she accidentally hit her smooth ass at my big member on an occasional visit on Saturday. She did not withdraw immediately and I confirmed that she was interested. Her husband is a little sensitive, tall, has thick and very hard-working glasses, which may explain why they’re good at it. He doesn’t look like he’s taking care of his wife.

It all started the day I first met my girlfriend’s parents. I was 19 at the time and my girlfriend’s mother was only 37 years old. I fell into lust with her almost immediately. Her name was Karen and she had 5'6" Auburn hair and the most beautiful pair of legs I’ve ever seen. She was sitting on an inclination with her legs up and she had a pretty short skirt. I was hoping we’d take a look at her skirt, but I couldn’t make it too obvious.

It was the summer of 1997. I had just finished my year of high school when the Amber family moved into the house next door. The development of the housing we lived was all new and our family had settled in our home the previous month. Like most new housing developments, it was located on the outskirts of the city. I had a bus job at a steakhouse and my parents bought me an old car at low prices so I could move. My mother was able to get a good job as a director after I started at high school and was old enough to handle me.

The ivory looks at itself in a bathroom mirror because its bathtub fills with hot soapy water. She slips her purple and black bathrobe that she wears and takes a moment to admire her. She smiles and licks her lips, “Not bad for a 45-year-old…” She says she puts her hands on her big round boobs and gives them a sneeze. “I am always one of the hottest women ever to scratch a wrestling ring… and a better struggle than most…” The ivory turns to the bathtub and slides its two hands against the sides and back of its neck, “But… I still have to relax…”

My best friend’s mother was the last thing I could think of when I went home. I rang the door and she answered the door. I asked him if his son, Tom, was there. She said I missed him, as he left with a girl and they were gonna hit the mall.

She said I didn’t need to leave because she just made a coffee pot and invited me to a cup. She worked in one of the city’s hospitals and was still in uniform. I asked her if she worked another double-quarter. She smiled and said without a second paycheck to help pay the bills, she needed to work every hour she offered. While I took my cup of coffee, I told her that her feet had to kill her. She said she was in a hurry and went to work in her heels. I told her every male patient had to enjoy seeing her. She said it would have been her day if it were the situation, but with the exception of an OD, all her patients during the quarter were women.