Tuesday
We moved to Texas onto a golf course when I was 10 years old. I spent the next 7 years playing golf every day until I was good enough to earn a college scholarship. As you might expect, there were tons of MILFs around the course throughout my formative years. But, there was one in particular that occupied all my childhood fantasies and eventually changed my life.
Just off the 2nd tee, there lived a MILF named Janet Wilson. Janet's house had a deck and Jacuzzi that she liked to use during the day, wearing her string bikini so that all could stare at her beautiful body while she sunned herself during those hot Texas summers. Over the years, I lost count how many times I masturbated thinking about her laying there with her ample tits and small, flat ass glistening in the sun.
Fast forward to my senior year of high school... I had just selected my college, a prestigious university on the East coast. I went to the club deciding that I would practice for a while before dinner. When I walked into the golf shop, there was Janet, shopping for some gear for her husband. I hadn't seen her in a while and was surprised to see her baby bump protruding above her hip hugging jeans. Her tits looked absolutely huge above her round stomach and her face glowed from all the baby hormones.
"Hi Mrs. Wilson," I said as I walked by her. She turned and smiled.
"Hi Andy. How are you," she asked as she reached out and touched my arm stopping me.
"I'm good. I didn't know you were pregnant. Congratulations!"
"Thanks. Yeah, five months along. I feel huge," she said smiling.
"You look amazing," I said quietly.
She flashed a huge smile. "You're too sweet. And, I heard you picked a college. Congratulations. I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks. You buying something for Mr. Wilson?"
"Yeah, just a little shopping. You going to play today," she asked.
"Not sure, I was thinking of practicing for a while, but I might play."
"Well, have fun! I hope to see you soon," she said as she turned back to her shopping.
I tried to hide the growing bulge in my pants as I went up to the counter in the pro shop. I made a spur of the moment decision to play instead of practice. Walking would help clear my head and give me some quiet time to deal with my thoughts about fucking Janet senseless.
I asked if I could play and the assistant pro told me the tee was open. As I was leaving the shop, I turned one last time and waved goodbye to Janet. I walked outside, grabbed my bag and headed to the first tee. I played the first hole in a complete mental fog, my cock straining against my shorts. I walked to the 2nd tee and looked with disappointment at Janet's deck seeing that she wasn't there. I refocused, hit my tee shot and then turned to grab my bag to walk down the fairway. As I picked up my bag, I looked up to see Janet emerge on her deck, wearing a patterned blue bikini. My jaw dropped. Her pregnant stomach stuck out above her bikini bottoms. The bikini top was beyond description. Her tits were massive, spilling out the sides of her top that looked two sizes too small. The triangle of material looked to barely cover her nipples, which were rock hard and threatening to tear right through the material. My cock leaped to attention. There was no way to hide the erection I was now sporting.
Janet waved at me.
"Hi Andy," she said as she waved me over.
I walked over to her, trying as best I could to adjust my throbbing cock in my shorts. I approached the railing of her deck, where she was leaning slightly forward with both hands on the rail. Her tits looked like they were about to fall out of her top and her round stomach rested gently on the backs of her hands.
"Hi Mrs. Wilson."
"Please call me Janet," she said.
"Sorry, Janet."
"I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciated what you said in the pro shop. It was really sweet of you. Being pregnant makes me feel like a cow."
"Janet, uh, I don't mean to be forward...but, you look amazing." I opened my mouth to say more but couldn't find any words as I just stared at her huge tits and beautiful round stomach. I must have lost myself as I suddenly looked up to realize that she'd been watching me stare at her and was smiling hugely. "Uh, I'm so sorry. That was really, uh..."
"Stop it Andy. It feels nice to have somebody look at me like that. Lord knows my husband doesn't. He tells me I'm getting fat."
"Fat? Are you fucking kidding me? You look incredible."
She smiled again. I glanced down to realize that my cock looked obscene in my shorts, standing at full attention and pressing against the waistband of my shorts. I had officially reached my full 8 inches and there was nowhere to hide it. I looked up to see that Janet was staring at my cock too. The look on her face had morphed into something I'd never seen before. Something animalistic.
When she finally looked up at me, she started to blush realizing that I caught her as she had me moments ago. Instead of apologizing, she said, "it's really hot out here. Would you like to come in for a drink?"
"Um, I don't know if I should," I said. "Won't Mr. Wilson be home in a few minutes?"
"He's away on a business trip until late Friday night," Janet replied with a smile.
"Ok then, sure. I'd love a drink."
I quickly jumped over the deck railing, laid my bag down and took off my golf spikes. Janet opened the door and led me into the cool, air conditioned living room. I followed behind her, staring intently at her ass as she walked toward the kitchen. When we reached the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator door, bent over so her ass was right in my face and then asked what I'd like to drink without ever looking at me.
"Whatever you have," I muttered as I gaped at her perfect ass and the outline of her pussy lips showing through her bikini bottoms.
Again, she turned more quickly than I expected and caught me staring. Instead of smiling this time, she stood up straight and looked me dead in the eye. She moved imperceptibly closer to me and said, "Is that huge hard on for me?"
I nodded.
She took another step closer and reached out, putting her hand lightly on my stomach.
"How big is your friend," she asked.
"8 inches," I said.
She slowly let her hand trail down my stomach until it rested on my cock. "Feels about right," she said smiling as she gave my cock a gentle squeeze.
"Can I ask a question Mrs. Wilson," I asked.