Miranda Mitchell was sitting on the sofa wishing there was a cock buried up her pussy when the doorbell rang. She unraveled her slender 5'6" frame from the sofa and walked over to answer the door. She was surprised to see Brad Miller standing there. The last she had heard, her daughter Veronica had dumped Brad a week ago for some other guy. Her daughter was always going through boyfriends and Miranda couldn't keep track.
As she stood there in just her bathrobe, she smiled at Brad. She had always thought he was the most handsome of her daughter's men. At 19, he stood almost 6' tall and had a slender build. His sandy brown hair hung down over his sapphire eyes. She was glad that he had finally grown a mustache; she always thought he had a baby face. "If you're looking for Veronica, she doesn't live here anymore." Miranda said tightening her robe around her body.
Brad lifted his eyes to hers. "Actually I was hoping I could talk to you Mrs. Mitchell. I don't understand why Veronica just dumped me like that. I mean I thought we were so happy together."
Reaching out, Miranda put a perfectly polished hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you come inside Brad? I'm willing to listen to you."
He smiled sadly at her then stepped into the house. Miranda closed the door behind him, and then moved over until she was sitting on the couch beside him. Her brown eyes drifted over his lean body as he sat with his hands in his lap. "Did she give you a reason?" She asked brushing her long reddish brown hair back from her face.
Brad shook his head, still looking at his clasped hands. "No, she just said that she needed a real man in her life. That I couldn't give her what she needed." He lifted his head to look at her. "I don't understand what she meant. I mean I have never had any complaints from any of my other sexual partners."
A light bulb seemed to go off in Miranda's head. She needed a cock and from the looks of things, Brad was afraid he wasn't good enough in bed anymore. Reaching out she put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure you are a fine lover Brad."
Brad blushed under her gaze. "Thank you Mrs. Mitchell." He lifted his eyes to hers. "It must be hard; you know being a widow and all."
Miranda sighed. "Yea, I haven't had a decent fuck since Frank died." She leaned back a bit pushing her chest out as she let her robe fall open.
Brad's eyes immediately moved to her 38C tits. His mouth watered and he swallowed hard. "Yea, I can imagine it must be tough, being all alone." He said huskily as he looked at her body.
Miranda smiled as she watched his cock rise in his jeans. "Yes...It is..." She ran her hand down over his crotch making him groan as he closed his eyes. "You know Brad. My pussy could sure use a good fucking right now." She whispered against his ear.
Brad's eyes flew up and met hers. "Mrs. Mitchell, you don't mean?"
She let her hand drift over his crotch as she brought one of his hands up to her bare breast. He started to pull his hand away then deciding against it, let his hand encircle her flesh. "Mrs. Mitchell, I don't know. I mean you are Veronica's mother after all."
Miranda worked at his jeans as his hand moved over her breast. "That's true. But weren't you just saying that she needed a man? That you couldn't give her what she needed?" She watched his eyes darken with pain.
"Yea," He ran his hand over her nipple, flicking it with his nail.
Miranda got his jeans open and reached inside, pulling his hard cock out into the open. "Well, maybe if you fucked me and I didn't have any complaints then that would show you that it was Veronica who had the problem, not you." She ran her hand up and down over him as she talked.
Brad had to admit that she did have a nice body and her hand felt good stroking his cock. He was wondering if maybe it wasn't Veronica who had the problem and not him. Since her mother seemed to want to fuck him. "You do have a nice body Mrs. Mitchell." He said watching his hand cover her breast.
"Thank you...You have a nice cock to." She took her hand from his cock and stood up holding her hand out to him. "Come on Brad, what can it hurt?"
Brad was still unsure so he let his eyes drift over her body. His eyes moved down over the brown hairs covering her pussy. He wondered what kind of treasure she hid under those curls. He wondered if her pussy was tight or loose from childbirth and all the fucking her husband must have given her before he died. His cock jumped as he looked at her body. "You're right, what can it hurt?" He said more to himself then to her as he took her hand.