MILF Erotica Stories

“Oh! I… I didn’t realize anyone was here.” The words were breathy, almost rehearsed. Kathy stopped dead, her hand still on the doorknob. The words she’d been about to say caught in her throat. Krista made no move to cover herself, a subtle defiance that sent a flicker of something unreadable through Kathy.

Krista watched her for a moment, a slight glint in her eye, then finally, casually stood, exposing her shaved pussy. Kathy’s breath hitched. Deliberate? The thought sent a jolt through Kathy. A silent dare, and one she was suddenly very interested in accepting.

“We are alone, Krista.” Kathy closed the door firmly. “And I think it’s time we had a talk.” For the first time, Krista looked uncertain, perhaps regretting how vulnerable she was, half dressed like this.

“My son seems quite taken with you, Krista” Kathy said, letting the words hang in the air. Infatuated was more like it. Blinded by that pretty little face and those curves. “Worshiping that pert ass of yours, no doubt.” Kathy sat herself down on the edge of the bed as she spoke, smoothing her skirt with her hands. “You’re a pretty young thing.” She continued, her voice softening just slightly. “I bet that’s got you everything you’ve wanted, hasn’t it? Made you think you can just waltz in here and take what you please.”

Kathy patted her lap, looking up at Krista. Even from this position, the authority in her gaze was clear. Krista bit her lip, her fingers twisting together uncertainly. Kathy patted her lap again, not saying anything further. A blush crept up Krista’s neck, painting her cheeks a delicate rose. She hesitated for a breath, then lowered herself, kneeling and laying herself over Kathy’s lap as if drawn by an invisible leash only she could feel…

A low moan escaped Mia’s lips, the sound swallowed by the humid air under the bleachers. Her full ass quivered as it moved up and down the hard shaft of the young man beneath her. Each descent brought a fresh wave of sensation, her inner muscles clenching and releasing around him. She felt the slick heat of her own arousal coating him, satisfaction blooming in her belly as she sank deeper, feeling the stretch, the fullness, a delicious ache that demanded more despite his clumsy efforts.

A smirk played on Mia’s lips as she tightened her grip further, feeling the answering surge from hi. He was so easy to control, a puppet dancing to the tune of her desire. She didn’t need finesse from him, just raw, untamed energy. And he had plenty of that. Each upward thrust filled her, stretched her, a delicious invasion that made her breath catch in her throat. She was in control, and it was intoxicating.

Mia had sensed the boy’s interest weeks ago. The way his eyes lingered on her body when he thought she wasn’t looking. College boys never could control themselves, which made her job at the campus bookstore perfect and her seduction easy. All she had to do was move close to him, ask him some innocent sounding questions and accidentally brush against him and the boy was hard…

Mia moaned as her tongue flicked out to catch another drop of cum as it oozed from the hard cock in front of her face. The man grunted, his cock twitching and throbbing, but still hard despite the load of his cum dripping down her face.

No doubt he was already thinking about what he’d tell all his friends. About the eager MILF slut he’d bumped into at the bar. About all the things she’d let him do to her.

Let him boast. He didn’t know her name, any more than she knew his. Two years divorced deserved a celebration, and what better way than to take some young stud’s cock and cum everywhere she wanted?

Pushing herself up, she wrapped her lips around his cock head again, looking up at him through lowered eyelids, knowing exactly what that would do to his ego. Big, dominant, alpha male, conquering this helpless, desperate woman. Her hand cupped his balls and squeezed gently. His sort always loved that idea, and it was going to get her exactly what she wanted…