Her skirt was up around her waist in an instant, and those sexy tights were being pulled down. She was laughing as I entered her. This was what I had been waiting for. A dominant, experienced, sexy MILF with curves, a horny mind, a summer house with no-one watching, and me, plunging deeper into her with every second.
I’ve always had a thing for mature women. Ever since I sat in class, fantasizing about my 40 year-old English teacher and desperately hoping she would drop her chalk and bend over, I’ve hardly stopped craving older women. But like most guys, it took me years to actually start a relationship with a sexy MILF, even though I thought about it every single day. Instead, I spent my teenage years and early 20s passing through a string of relationships with girls my age. They were great, beautiful girls, with everything most men would want. But things never lasted. I always became bored of the way that acted, the way they looked and, most importantly, the way they fucked. That’s right. Now I know that many guys my age have the same problem. It’s not just me who feels dissatisfied by inexperienced girls. And I’m sure I’m not the only guy who ended up sleeping with his girlfriend’s mom because of his insatiable MILF fantasies.
I guess it had to happen sometime. Whenever a new girlfriend took me home, I would meet their moms. Without knowing it, I would look them in the eye and assess their body. Before too long, I would be chatting in the kitchen to the mom as my girlfriend watched TV. That’s usually when my girlfriend would have a moment of clarity and storm into the kitchen. It’s also usually the last time I would see her mom. But that’s not what happened with Amy’s mom. Amy was studying law with me in Sydney. She was a slim brunette, with a pretty face and an athletic, flat-chested body. To be honest, she wasn’t really my type. But I had recently had a string of short term relationships and part of me was saying “settle down, this is the one.” She was ambitious, intelligent and funny, and the sensible half of my brain loved her. Unfortunately, the horny, animal side of my personality couldn’t care less.
Amy’s body wasn’t curvy enough. She wasn’t sexually hungry enough. She wouldn't experiment in bed. All of these things ran through my thoughts when we dated. But things moved on and eventually, Amy invited me over to meet her mom. Her parents had separated. Amy said that it was something to do with a gardener, or it might have been a pool cleaner. Either way, Mr Schneider was out of the picture, and Mrs Schneider was home alone, every day. When I walked into the door, a man in workman’s overalls was leaving. He had a tool box under one arm and a couple of beads of sweat still clinging to his temple. He also had a complacent grin on his face, hardly even seeing me as he swept past.
Unconsciously, my ears pricked up and I felt adrenaline pulse through my veins. I’d caught a glimpse of something through the half open kitchen door. There were black shiny high heels and legs encased in thin, harlequin patterned hose. One foot was gently rising to rub against the inside of the other calf sexily, almost seductively. As I walked into the hallway, the door opened. There was Mrs Schneider – Laura – and she was gorgeous. She must have been 45, but she had the body of a model in her 20s. In fact, she had the slender figure of Amy, but with a couple of massive differences, and they were moving towards me, half exposed by her unbuttoned shirt. Our eyes met and I introduced myself. There was a brief moment of silence, then I heard Amy calling me. “We’ll get to know each other after dinner,” Said Mrs Schneider and slowly unloosed her hand from mine.
There was no doubt what she wanted. She probably took a pass at every boyfriend Amy brought back. That’s why it had taken 6 months for Amy to invite me over. I knew that I had to have her, whether it destroyed my relationship or not. At dinner, Amy tried to talk about our studies and careers. I just ate, drank and watched as Mrs Schneider smiled foxily. As Amy was talking about contract law, her mom winked at me and, at the same time, I felt her foot reaching out to me underneath the table. All that I had to do now was find an excuse to get Mrs Schneider alone, but how? I was desperate, but after dessert, the situation became clear. Amy excused herself and said that she had to send some emails to friends abroad. My cock signalled to my mind that it was time for action.
When Amy had gone upstairs, Mrs Schneider took me into the kitchen. “I’ll take you out in the summer house," she said, "For a drink, you understand.” I nodded and followed her outside. We walked into a gazebo with a table tennis table. Mrs Schneider sat me down and looked me in the eye. “I think you should know,” she began, “that it's always so fucking difficult to control myself around young men.” In seconds, I had her over the table tennis table. Her skirt was up around her waist in an instant, and those sexy tights were being pulled down. She was laughing as I entered her. This was what I had been waiting for. A dominant, experienced, sexy MILF with curves, a horny mind, a summer house with no-one watching, and me, plunging deeper into her with every second. It all lasted for about ten minutes, but I can’t remember much. I was in a kind of trance, drugged by her beauty and the sexual relief of acting out my MILF fantasies.
What I do remember is turning round to see Amy sitting in a deckchair with a newspaper, slowly clapping. Her mom bowed like an actress. “Another thing you don’t know,” she said, “is that my daughter has a very strange was of dumping her boyfriends.” She kissed me on the lips and in five minutes I was hailing a taxi ride home.
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