Milf

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. [Read More]

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. [Read More]

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. [Read More]

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. [Read More]

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…” [Read More]

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. [Read More]