Bimbofying the Teasing MILF
Eric Murphy
I had the credits. It was time to claim that naughty MILF who did her hot yoga in the backyard every day at this time. I had wanted to claim her as one of my bimbos. I was so thrilled to do this. My cock was so hard.
I reached the fence and climbed up it, using the framing on our side to reach the top. I popped my head over the top to find Mrs. Mayers in her yoga pants as usual. She was bent over, her ass aimed right at my house. The gray fabric hugged her rump, molding to the curves of her delicious butt.
She stared at me between her thighs, her short bob of auburn hair swaying around her face. Her large breasts were held in a sports bra, gravity pulling them toward her face. She was in great shape. Just a gorgeous woman in her forties.
A hot MILF.
"You're not watching from your bedroom window," she said, holding the pose.
I grinned at her. "Guess not."
"Mmm, you're such a bad boy." She straightened up and stared at me over her shoulder, her eyes flirty and hot. I gripped my phone in my hand. "Always gawking at me when I'm doing my yoga."
"So you like me looking at your ass," I said.
"Do I?" she asked in this mysterious and playful way.
"You're always aiming that ass right at my window." I climbed up more. "I can come over and watch up close. Really see how great that ass is."
She arched an eyebrow at me. "What do you think you're doing, Eric?"
"You're the one who wants me to come over there and fuck you," I said. "That's why you're teasing me every day."
She burst into laughter. It was mocking. I'd feel humiliated if I didn't have my phone with the bimbo app ready to be used. She shook her head and stared at me like I was a stupid, little kid who didn't understand the world at all.
"So, you're just a cocktease then?" I asked, a surge of anger still rising in me. I kept climbing up and dropped over the fence.
She planted her hands on her hips and hissed, "Get lost, Eric! I let you watch before because I didn't care, but now you're being even more of a little creep than normal."
"Little creep, huh?" I said as she glared at me. I aimed my phone at her.
"You think you can get away taking a pic of me?" she demanded, marching at me. "I'm going to rip that phone from you than have words with your mother."
I smiled and tapped the screen to make her my next bimbo. "I think you'll find she doesn't care. You'll be sucking my cock like she does."
"You little fuck--"
I hit
YES
.
"--er." A big smile spread on her lips as all the anger melted away. She bounced in place, her boobs bouncing in her sports bra. "You're a wittle little fucker, yay! I wanna be a fucked by a wittle fucker! Ooh, ooh, that sounds like such funny times!"
"Yes, it does," I said as I just spent 729 Bimbo Crystals which dropped me down to 128 of them. That was tens of thousands of dollars to make her into my willing fucktoy. It was so worth it to have Mrs. Mayers as mine.
She squeezed her big boobs through her blouse. She squeezed her tits, this wicked gleam in her eyes. It was such a thrill to see her looking like that. My dick twitched so hard in my jeans. I was so ready to just take her hard, but first...
"Let's see some naked yoga, Mrs. Mayers," I said. "Get naked and start taking poses!"
"I can tots do that!" she squealed like a girl half her age. She bounced up and down, her boobs heaving in her sports bra, her bob of auburn hair bouncing around her face.
She ripped off her sports bra. Her big, heavy tits spilled out and slapped together. They rippled from the impact. I groaned at the sight of seeing her boobs. I had jacked off so many times standing at my window watching her do her yoga.
Just stroking my cock while standing at my window and witnessing the hot sight of her going through her yoga poses. And now here she was stripping for me. I no longer had to imagine what she looked like naked.
Nor what it would be like to fuck her.
She shoved off her yoga pants next. Like I knew, she wasn't wearing panties beneath. I thought she had a shaved pussy, though, since she always had such a clear camel toe. Instead, she had a landing strip of auburn hair leading down to her thick pussy lips.
"Shit," I groaned as she worked those pants down, her boobs swaying beneath her. She stepped out of them and popped back up.
"Yoga time!" she squealed and flashed me the V for Victory sign. She then bent backward. I shuddered at this one as she planted her hands on the ground, her pussy aimed right at me. Her boobs quivered as her stomach faced the sky.
I didn't know how she was so flexible to do that, but it was such a hot sight. I ripped off my t-shirt and shoved down my jeans. My cock popped out and bobbed before me as she held the pose. Part of me just wanted to step up and slide into her pussy.
After all, I did own her. She was
my
MILF now.
I loved this App. I shuddered to think how much bimbo number 8 would cost. I mean, Jesus, that had to be a lot. A few thousand. I didn't care, though. I wasn't sure I needed more bimbos. Seven was enough. I had my three favorites and four that would make me so rich.
Before I could step up and fuck her, she went into a handstand. She just pushed up with her legs and had them thrust at the sky. I stared at that perfect ass. I moved around her, her boobs landing toward her face, forming delicious mounds, her nipples pointing hard at me. She flexed her toes as she stayed upright.
"Ooh, ooh, all the blood is gushing to my brain and making me feel all dizzy wizzy!" she squealed. "Ooh, ooh, So then I do this!"
She brought her legs down again, pointing her ass at me as she was in that A-pose she'd held when I walked up. Her cunt dripped juices just a foot away from my cock. She stared at me between her thighs, a big, empty-headed smile on her lips.
I couldn't take it any longer. Still gripping my phone in my hand, I stepped up and pressed my dick against her twat and thrust into her pussy. I sank to the hilt in her snatch, reveling in the warmth of her cunt around my cock.
