MILF Next Doo r
After a long, exhausting day, Tilly is preparing to unwind, wrap Xmas gifts and spend catch up with an old friend. She gets out of her car, and is instantly greeted by you, her 19 year old, scrawny, seemingly innocent neighbour.
And wow, does she look amazing. Although it's been a busy day, her long, raven hair remains sleek and perfect. The high waisted, burgundy skirt hugs her ass in all the right places; the black V-neck sweater shows just a hint of cleavage. Her legs go on for days in pair of sexy black patent high heels...oh, she's a sight to behold, alright. The perfect woman.
You offer to help Tilly with her shopping bags; at first she rejects your offer. It's cold, and eventually she invites you inside, commenting on the weather and telling you what a nice "boy" you've always been. You can't take your eyes off her her as she places her bags on the counter, apologising for the mess. You don't mind. She offers a cup of tea; you accept. Tilly then informs you about her friend coming over; they are going to wrap presents, bake cookies. She is excited at the prospect of finally enjoying some girl time. Biting her full, red lips she explains how her life has changed; she's a newly single step-mother and her boys are with the ex-husband. She seems sad for a moment but quickly smiles.
Her phone rings. She answers in Spanish. Wow, there's just so many layers to this woman, you begin to feel aroused...layers...what is she wearing beneath that outfit? She quickly excuses herself; when she returns, she seems upset. Her friend has cancelled on her at the very last minute.
Could this be it? You think...are you really alone with her? This must be a dream...she asks about your studies. Distracted, you answer as you think about what you really want to study...that pert round ass of hers, maybe that tight little pussy...how those lips will feel around your dick...The whistling of the kettle brings you back to reality. Carrying both cups of steaming tea, she invites you into the living room. You can't help but notice the way her back arches as she sets them down on the coffee table. A moment later, she returns with a fresh roll of wrapping paper. Until now, you have never realised just how phallic wrapping paper was. Tilly asks you to pass the tape and scissors; snapping out of your reverie, you hastily hand her the items.
She pauses momentarily and expresses disappointment over her inability to take her little ones to the skating rink. Reassuring her she's a good mum, you blurt out an offer to take her instead. She says no; you can come with. Feeling disappointed, you open your mouth to speak until her phone rings again.
Does this woman ever get a break?
Turns out its another disappointing phone call; this time from her ex asshole of a husband. You don't know him, but you already dislike him. How could he let such a sexy, beautiful woman go?
You know she deserves better...if only there was a way to show her how a real man would treat awoman. That you aren't just a "nice boy". Your heartbeat quickens as you realise this night might be the chance for your fantasy come true...all those nights lusting after her...of beating your dick until you cum all over your hands...this might be the shot...
You sit behind her on the couch and tentatively reach out and massage the nape of her neck. She shivers, but quickly tenses up. "Its inappropriate!" she argues, slightly half hearted. Age ain't nothing but a number and you are going to show her tonight that you're a goddamn man. More of a man than her ex. She rattles on about just wanting to be a good mum, but you notice how unsteady her hands have become.
You've already gotten under her skin. Your dick begins to harden in your pants so you take your chance and kiss her neck. She doesn't immediately object so you then massage her shoulders, breathing in her essence, how soft and succulent her pale skin feels. She's still tense.
You urge her to give into you...this is the night. She admits to not being intimate in some time and softly moans as you knead her back with your knuckles gently, fingers intertwined in her luscious hair. You feel her resolve begin to crumble.
Unsteadily, she gets to her feet, and with a wave of her finger, beckons you upstairs, that tight ass jiggling as she walks up the steps. You enter the room behind her. Locking her eyes upon yours, she finally takes her shoes off and sits on the bed. In the heat of the moment you push her on the bed and she lets out a girlish giggle. You continue to kiss and caress her, squeezing those big tits, letting her feel your hard cock through your trousers.
You fool around with her for a bit more until she gives a devilish little smirk and suddenly she's on top. She removes her shirt; her nipples are so hard you can see them through the bra. Moaning she rubs herself against you; you want to kiss her everywhere between her knees and waist, feel that hot, wet pussy around your throbbing dick.
No more games. You flip on her on her back, ready to take what's concealed beneath that outfit. Slowly, you tug down her tight pencil skirt. She's wearing cheeky black satin panties and wiggling her ass softly. You thank your lucky stars that you keep a condom in your wallet.
This isn't going to be such a cold night after all.
Rose To The Occasion
Your neighbour is so effortlessly sexy, she stops you in your tracks every time you catch a glimpse of her. Whether she's doing the car pool or attending a church bake sale or jogging in her Lululemon gym pants past your house, she exudes class and sophistication. The ultimate MILF. There's also a glint in her eye that tells you there might be a freak under all of the surface stuff, but you wouldn't know. Her husband's a lucky bastard, getting to rest with her ever night. If you had just one chance...
You overhear her telling your parents that she'll be without hubby for Valentine's Day cause of a poorly timed trip out of state. She rolls her eyes at the mention of it and then doubles back admitting that it might not be so bad. She'd enjoy some "me time" if anything. Your mind conjures up images of her in a silk babydoll, reclined on the bed running her hands over her breasts, maybe even pleasuring herself with a vibrator. You catch yourself smiling goofily and then straighten up before she notices.
In the evening, you go round the house, purportedly to check in and have a neighbourly chat. You give her a rose. If her cad of a husband won't give her one, you sure will. She awkwardly accepts and tells you her oldest isn't home and are you coming to get your step-mother's casserole dish she's been keeping hostage. When she realises you're not there for either reason, she shifts uneasily on the spot and hands you your cup of tea so you can sit down and watch some TV. "Make yourself at home, I guess. You know where the living room is." She walks upstairs to take her bath.
You think you're being slick when you peer round the doorway at her soaking. You're on the verge of pulling your head back and going home when she asks you if you're just going to stand there or would you like to get in. She doesn't even lift her head or open her eyes to say it. How long has she known you've been standing there?? In a completely unexpected move, she starts to cross and uncross her ankles. The soles of her feet are facing directly toward you in their soft, wrinkled glory. The bubbles reach just high enough to cup her breasts. She asks you if you've ever seen a pussy before and when she notices a bulge in your pants, continues to talk in her sultry, breathy way. "Unzip your pants," she says, and you dutifully oblige. She seems satisfied and takes her hand to demonstrate how she'd like you to jerk off for her. OMFG!!! It's happening!
