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 MILF

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It was hot in the garden and I was wearing just a sleeveless cut-off top and denim shorts, both very tatty and dirty. I was sweaty and dusty and my hair was all over the place. I’d just gone inside to get myself a glass of home-made lemonade from the fridge when there was a knock at the door.

It was Richard, one of my son’s friends in the lower sixth at school. Richard is tall, black and handsome. He’s also frighteningly intelligent and excels at every sport – one of the jackpot winners in life’s lottery. My son says he’s tipped to be Head Boy next year. I expect all the girls yearn for a glance from those deep brown eyes – certainly I could fancy him myself if I allowed it. He’s also polite, well-spoken and utterly charming – I think they teach them how to charm us oldies these days.

‘Hello, Mrs Martin,’ he said is his velvety voice, giving me a gleaming smile. ‘Is John in?’

I was conscious of my scruffy appearance, and lost any cool I might have possessed. ‘Uh, no, he’s gone into town. I don’t know how long he’ll be. Sorry.’

‘Oh, that’s a shame. We said we might go for a run together.’ Indeed, he was attired in a flimsy vest and running shorts which showed off his magnificent youthful physique to perfection. Oh, if I were twenty years younger, I could go for you in a big way, I thought.

‘Have you tried his mobile?’

‘No … I don’t have mine on me.’

‘It’s OK, give him a ring. You know where the phone is.’ Richard had been to our house many times and had even stayed over once or twice.

‘That’s very kind of you, Mrs Martin.’ He went off into the living room but was soon back.

‘Voicemail. He must have it switched off.’ My son, unusually among his peers, often didn’t bother with his mobile.

‘Maybe he’ll be back soon. I was just getting myself a drink. Would you like some home-made lemonade?’

‘Well … it is very good, I know. If you’re sure …’

I washed my hands and poured us two generous glasses, conscious of his nearness.

‘Shall we sit outside?’ I carried the glasses to the bench halfway down the garden. It’s surrounded by bushes and not overlooked - I have been known to sunbathe nude by it. Richard sat next to me, his bare, muscular thigh about two inches from mine. We made small talk about school, what he hoped to do after leaving (study law at Cambridge – where he would no doubt get a First). We fell silent – he seemed ill at ease.

‘Mrs Martin –‘ he began, hesitantly.

‘Please, call me Gina, won’t you?’

‘Gina … can I say something?’

‘Yes, of course.’

‘Mrs … Gina, I think you’re really attractive.’ I could see him blush even under his dark skin. But he nevertheless held my eyes. I didn’t know what to say – I could feel a fluttering in my stomach.

‘Well … thanks! It’s good to have a compliment.’

‘No, I mean it.’ Bolder now, he put his warm hand on my knee. ‘I think you’re the most beautiful woman I know.’

I tried to deflect it with a joke. ‘Even covered in sweat and dirt?’

‘Especially like that.’

‘Nah, I’m far too old. You’ve got thousands of pretty young girls out there.’

He shook his head. ‘They’re just young girls. You’re a real woman. You’re so sexy ...’

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his. I felt a warmth growing between my thighs. It was ages since anyone had told me I was sexy. Even if he was only 17, he was still very handsome … the next few seconds were unclear, and then we were kissing, passionately, deeply. He may have scorned young girls but he must have been practising with them. I felt a sudden surge of lust – it was ages too since I had been kissed with such ardour. His hands roamed over my body, tentatively at first, then more boldly. I felt my own hands, with a life of their own, exploring his arms, broad shoulders, chest and thighs.

He was massaging my aching breasts, making the nipples stiffen, all the while our mouths locked into a endless kiss, tongues lashing, saliva churning. I realised that my hand was resting on his shorts where a large fat cylinder lay across his stomach. On autopilot, I freed it from its thin restraints and held it in my fist, marvelling at the size and hardness.

Richard gave a groan and I felt his cock jerk. Warm liquid sprayed across my front, landing on my neck and shoulders and arm. It was like a fountain. He broke off our kiss and looked down, as did I. My top and shorts, and most of my exposed skin, was splattered with globules of semen. His cock continued to leak over my fist and onto his shorts.

‘Oh god! I’m so sorry, Mrs Martin! I didn’t mean …’ The poor lad was mortified. I was trying not to giggle.

‘It’s OK, don’t worry. I don’t mind. It’s rather a compliment, really!’

‘You mean it? Oh, I’m so sorry!’

‘It’s nice to know I can still make a lad lose control …’ I kissed him gently. I noticed that his cock had not softened but was still as rigid as before. I had forgotten the magical powers of teenage boys.

‘Well, you’d better get these wet clothes off and clean me up, hadn’t you?’ I said, trying to get him out of his semi-shock. His mouth still open, the lad fumblingly lifted my top over my head and groaned when he saw my naked breasts with their big hard nipples. He dabbed at the spunk on my chest with the top.

‘The shorts are wet too,’ I said softly, standing up. He knelt on the grass and undid the button, then eased the shorts over my hips. He groaned again when he saw that I was not wearing panties (it was a very hot day) and that my pubes had been trimmed to just a neat triangle. I wondered if he could smell my moist arousal – I could.

‘Better get your shorts off too,’ I said. ‘Stand up.’ Now it was my turn to kneel before him and expose his maleness. His cock bobbed before my eyes, black and solid. I’ve not had many men but he was definitely at the upper end of the distribution. I bent forward and licked the drop of semen from its tip, then wet my lips and slowly pressed his cock between them, letting it slide gradually into my mouth, keeping a tight seal around the shaft.

‘Oh Gina!’ he moaned and his hips jerked and my mouth was suddenly filled with a warm sticky flood. God, this lad came easily! I wondered how many times he could rise to the occasion. I swallowed his emission down and released his cock, which this time began to soften slightly.

‘I … I don’t usually come this fast,’ he said, sheepishly. ‘It’s you … you’re so much sexier than the girls …’

‘I’m feeling sexier at the moment,’ I said, standing and letting my nipples rub against his vest. ‘Let’s go inside and you can show how grateful you are.’ I held his cock and pulled him along after me – it didn’t take much force. By the time we were upstairs in my bedroom he was hard again.

I pulled the duvet off the bed and lay on my back on the sheet, feeling wanton. I had a virile young toy-boy to play with and I was going to make the most of it. I spread my thighs and beckoned to him.

Richard was obviously training to be a New Man because instead of lying on top of me and penetrating me he lay between my legs and began to lick my pussy lips, already swelling and moist. Again, he must have practised, for he showed himself to be as good at pussy-eating as all his other sports. He locked his mouth against my clit and wrapped his arms around my hips and gave it all he had. In a short while I had climaxed, fiercely, wetly, achingly, and this was followed by several more in quick succession.

My vagina began to demand attention. I twined my fingers in his wiry hair and pulled his head away from my crotch. His face glistened with my juices. ‘Fuck me,’ I demanded. ‘Hard.’

He rose up, his cock huge and swollen, and plunged into me, filling my hungry vagina completely. There was a loud farting sound as he displaced the air in it, which made me giggle. He planted his hands beside my shoulders and arched his back and pumped into me like a steam-hammer. The lad was ultra-fit for he didn’t slacken his rhythm for what must have been fifteen minutes. By then I had come twice more. I hadn’t had a shag like it for decades. I could feel the juice squelching out of me and soaking into the sheet. Sweat was running down his face and chest and dripping onto me. I gripped his waist and rode his thrusts, lifting my hips to allow him even further into me, hooking my ankles together around his waist.

Finally his rhythm increased and he gave a loud shout and I felt his cock pulse over and over again as he emptied another ball-load of spunk deep inside me. He collapsed onto my front, panting like a sprinter. I squeezed his cock to milk another few drops out of him.

When he had got his breath back he kissed me deeply. ‘Jesus, Gina, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had.’

‘Better than all those young girls?’

‘No comparison. Most of them say I’m too big anyway, and the others say I’m hurting them after a few minutes. I didn’t hurt you, did I?’

‘No … although I haven’t been fucked like that for a while. Roll over, you’re squashing me.’

We rolled onto our sides, arms around each other, his cock, now flaccid but still big, gripped snugly by my vaginal muscles.

‘So have you had many girlfriends?’

‘Oh, quite a few. But no-one like you. You’re the sexiest woman in the world.’

‘Well, you’re not so bad yourself, you know.’ I squeezed his cock again and to my amazement felt it begin to swell. This boy was insatiable! I kept on squeezing and he grew to full hardness, giving me a sheepish grin. I grinned too and rolled him onto his back, lifting myself on my arms. Now I could ride him, and I was determined to give him – and me – the ride of our lives.

My breasts swung in front of his face and he lifted his head to lick and suck at the big nipples, sending shivers down my spine. Meanwhile I was gyrating my hips over his, pulling his erection from side to side, literally stirring my spunk-filled vagina with it. I began to rise and fall, liquids squishing out loudly around his shaft. Normally with a second fuck I have to keep my vagina tight, to give the man enough friction. Richard was thick enough that I didn’t need to. His eyes rolled up into his head with the blissful sensations I was giving him, while his hands roamed over my waist and buttocks, exploring my taut anus, the whole area awash with fluids.

I rose up as far as I could without losing him, then slammed down with a slap, feeling his cockhead thump against my cervix, again and again. I sat back and wriggled my hips, feeling his cock pushing up among my innards, then lay back, my hands on his ankles, rasping his shaft along the front of my tunnel. He craned his head so he could watch his dark column disappearing into my pink flesh. In one position I could rub my clit against the soaking, wiry hairs at the base of his cock, and pumped faster and faster, feeling the orgasm swelling in me. My breasts bounced wildly, droplets of sweat flying. Moaning like an animal I came furiously, clutching at the hardness inside me. Richard gripped my hips and forced me down, driving himself even deeper.

I lay on him, recovering, still impaled on his cock, our bodies slippery with sweat. His hands still roamed all over my tightly stretched buttocks and anus. ‘Put your finger in,’ I whispered, and felt his cock give a jerk. The idea obviously appealed to him. I felt a fat finger ease its way into my sphincter, and began to ride him once more, slowly at first, then harder. All the while his finger fucked my arsehole. We lost ourselves in an orgy of sweat, pumping bodies, slapping wet flesh and clutching orifices. I came again, without really trying, and this time it triggered his own climax and he pumped yet more semen into my boiling cavity.

We collapsed in a wet tangle of limbs, and the next thing I knew I awoke feeling chilly and stiff. The lad was awake, holding me in his arms, looking at me seriously. He kissed me tenderly.

‘Oh, have I been asleep for long?’ I mumbled.

‘I didn’t know, I’ve been dozing myself.’

‘God, what a mess,’ I giggled, feeling the sheet wet and sticky under us, and the fluids cooling on my skin. ‘We need a shower.’ I peeled myself off him and stood up. He lay, nude and black, perfectly relaxed, smiling at me, his cock – amazingly – erect again. I felt another surge of lust. This was like a dream …

‘Come on, you can soap me down!’ I was pretty sure what that would lead to. We stepped into the big shower and turned the water on. His cock bobbed against my thigh. We lathered each other down, paying special attention to the intimate bits. It was ages since I had showered with a lover and had forgotten how delicious it felt. The urge to couple rose up in me, despite the tenderness in my pussy, until I couldn’t think of anything else. We kissed passionately under the water – he was slightly taller than me. His cock pressed into my stomach.

I turned round, bending from the waist, holding onto the taps, the water sluicing onto my back, and thrust my bum at him. He got the hint and fed his cock into my swollen, hungry pussy. My engorged lips sucked him in eagerly. His gripped my hips and commenced a vigorous doggy-fuck, one of my favourite positions, his loins slapping against my buttocks. I relaxed and gave myself up to the endless pounding. What stamina this boy had!

Feeling another climax swelling, I reached down and fingered my hard, swollen clit. I could feel his shaft sliding back and forth between my lips. It took only a few touches on my nub to crest the wave and come fiercely, my knees going weak. I heard strange animal noises coming from my mouth. Richard’s pounding rose to a climax and he released another volley of semen deep inside me.

Feeling a little wobbly, we dried each other and staggered to the bed. Fortunately the wet patch was at one side so we lay on the other.

‘How many times can you come in a day?’ I asked him idly.

‘Five’s my record,’ he grinned. ‘But I have to space them out usually. What about you?’

‘Oh, I’m a woman, you know, the sky’s the limit.’

‘So … do you masturbate? If you don’t mind my asking.’

I laughed. ‘Yes, of course I do. Most women do. I bet all your girlfriends do.’

‘They don’t admit to it, not to me anyway.’

‘Well, I admit it. And I did it when I was their age too, quite a lot!’

‘How often?’

I kissed his nose. ‘How often would you like me to do it?’

‘Mmm, all the time, maybe?’

I felt a stirring against my thigh and reached down. ‘Looks like we might be going for the personal best today, eh?’

‘It looks like it …’

I climbed across him and lay reversed, in classic 69 position. I took his swelling cock in my mouth and felt him part my labia with his fingers and insert his tongue – he had a very long and fat tongue – into my tunnel. I smiled to myself. This was going to be a very good one.

We were in no rush and could spin out the crescendo of excitement as long as we wanted. He teased my clit gently, obviously sensing that it was tender – what a considerate boy – while I licked and sucked his shaft, keeping him on the boil but not too close to the edge. His balls tightened until they were just hard corrugated eggs. I wormed a finger into his anus and massaged his prostate gently, rewarded by drops of pre-cum leaking out onto my tongue. He chewed and licked and sucked my grossly enlarged labia, eagerly swallowing the juices that oozed out of me continuously. His tongue teased my taut perineum and wormed its way into my anus – I was pleased he had no inhibitions in that respect.

Gradually, very gradually, we stoked the fires of orgasm anew. They were going to be big ones, I could tell. Every muscles in my body was singing with tension. His cock was as hard as concrete, straining into my mouth. His tongue, just resting against my clit, was driving me insane with pent-up excitement. I wanted to come, but I didn’t want it ever to end …

When the climax finally hit I had to take his cock out of my mouth to give vent to my release, loudly and agonisingly. My whole body shook and pulsed and jerked. The climax continued until I ached all over. My fists gripped his cock as if to crush it.

‘Looks like you’re having fun,’ said a voice. John, my son, stood there at the foot of the bed with an amused smile. I raised my head and looked at him through misty eyes, too orgasmic to feel shock or shame. At that moment Richard climaxed and a jet of thick spunk hit me on the nose. My head fell and further gouts of semen oozed onto my chin.

‘Oh god,’ I thought, even as my throbs died away slowly. ‘My son has discovered me having sex – glorious, messy, obscene sex – with his friend. He has seen his friend’s face buried in his mother’s pussy. He has seen his friend’s spunk spurting into his mother’s face. He has seen me having the biggest orgasm of recent years … How can I ever look at him again?’

Dimly I heard Richard chuckling. ‘You owe me ten quid, I think,’ he said.

‘OK, it was worth it,’ John said. ‘I reckon Mum needed it bad. Have you been at it since ten o’clock?’

‘Pretty much. She’s hot! That was my sixth cum. Not bad, eh?’

I raised my head. I felt I ought to join in the conversation, since they were talking about me. ‘What’s this about ten quid, then?’

John sat on the bed and rested his hand on my sweaty back. ‘Promise you won’t be angry with me?’

‘I’m promising nothing.’

John passed me a tissue to wipe the spunk off my face – what a considerate son he was.

‘I bet Richard ten quid he wouldn’t have sex with you.’

‘So this was all for a bet!’ I sat up, heedless of the fact that I was naked and my loins were covered in sex-juice.

‘Not really. I knew Richard fancied you. And I know what it’s been like for you since Dad died.’

‘What do you know?’

‘You and Dad had a very physical relationship. And you’re a very sexy woman. And you don’t seem able to meet the right blokes. So I figured you might need some action ...’

I couldn’t feel cross with him, especially with the post-orgasmic endorphins still coursing through my veins. He had my best interests at heart, bless him.

‘But as for you, young man,’ I turned to Richard who was looking a little scared. ‘All this stuff about me being the sexiest woman you know - that was just for a bet?’

‘No, Mrs Martin, honest. I meant it. We all did. And you are.’

‘All?’

‘You were voted Number One MILF,’ John said, trying not to grin.

‘What’s a MILF?’ I said, suspecting I knew the answer.

‘It stands for Mom I’d Like to Fuck,’ they both said in unison. ‘American,’ added John. ‘We had a vote - the first team - and you came top. By a long way.’

I laughed. ‘Who did you vote for?’ I asked Richard.

‘You, of course,’ he squeaked. ‘We had a sweepstake. The first guy to have sex with you got ten quid from everyone. But I would have done it for free.’

‘So this whole thing was a set-up?’

John hedged. ‘Well ... not really. We did it for you.’

I considered. Here I was sitting naked and wet with two young lads, one of them also naked, discussing my sexual needs. For some reason it made me feel very powerful - and daring.

‘Who did you vote for?’ I asked my son.

He hung his head. ‘It’s secret.’

I had noticed the growing bulge in his shorts earlier. Now I reached out and put my hand on it. ‘Tell me.’

‘I voted for you too, mum.’

‘Good - I expected nothing less. Well, now that that’s out in the open, what are you waiting for? Let’s see if you can beat Richard’s record.’

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He did. It was evening by the time we were sated. Richard brought us food and drink (another of his talents) to sustain us through our exertions. He didn’t seem fazed by the sight of me having sex with my son in a variety of ways and positions. In fact, from his renewed erection, he seemed to enjoy it.

We had moved to the spare bed by then, as mine was soaked. John lay face down, dozing. I was proud of him. My pussy and other regions had gone through the pain barrier and my body felt like it could carry on for ever. I wondered whether to start again with Richard.

‘So how many votes did I get?’ I asked.

‘Votes?’

‘For number one MILF.’

‘Oh ... nine, I think. Out of fifteen.’

‘Why don’t you invite them round then?’

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