Youre A Milf

"You're a MILF."

I couldn't believe when I heard it. I'm fifty-two years old for heaven's sake. My physical appearance is nothing like when I was younger. My tits sag and I have a bit of a tummy. The idea that some virile young man would want to screw me was almost beyond comprehension.

Yet, here I was. Jason, the kid who used to live next door had his marvelous cock inside me for about the sixth or seventh time. He'd used all three of my holes. I was on my stomach on my husband's and my bed. He was straddling my hips with his dick between my legs, fucking me from behind. He had amazing stamina. Jason must do triathlons or something because he's been fucking me for eighteen hours, off and on.

His dick was deep inside me, long and thick and hard as a steel rod. I hadn't had cock like this since the first days of my marriage and Jason's was thicker and longer. Jason's prick had fucked me, came inside me, and then revived an hour later. Through the night and next morning, he did me again and again. He couldn't get enough of me. It was an amazing boost to my self-esteem to have a man want me so much.

He was straddling my naked body. My hair spread on the pillow. His dick was sliding between my ass cheeks, disappearing into my vagina with each forward stroke. He slid easily into my pussy, soaked with his juices and mine. The tip of his cock had been poking my cervix since he first entered me the previous afternoon. He was a fantastic lover.

I moved up to be on my hands and knees so I could thrust my butt back at him when he pushed into me. I wanted his cock as far inside me as possible. This was the most marvelous day of fucking in my entire life and I was determined to take everything this young man had to offer. His hands were holding my hips and ramming his young prick into me with increasing pace. He pushed forward and stopped. He groaned as his seed spurted into me. When he withdrew his cock, his semen dripped out of my pussy. It was wonderful. The amount of cum he had was simply astounding.

He fell to the side and I collapsed onto my stomach.

"You are amazing Missus D. I've been with other women, but none are as good as you. That thing you do when you squeeze my cock while it's inside you is amazing."

"Doesn't your fiancé know how to do that?" I asked.

He said, "No. She's inexperienced. I'm her first."

I said, "Well maybe she can join us and I can teach her some things."

"I don't think that's a good idea." He laughed

Jason was getting married in two weeks and was sowing his last wild oats before settling down.

Jason's family had lived next door to us. My husband Karl and our two daughters were neighbors to his family; Jason, his parents and an older sister.

They had moved away seven years earlier. Jason's dad took a new job on the west coast. They kept the house, renting it. We'd lost touch with them, Elaine and Glenn, and hadn't seen them in years. Jason, now twenty-nine had come back to arrange to sell the house. His parents were aging and wanted to simplify things and cash out on their investment.

I learned all this after being surprised to see Jason the previous afternoon. I was hanging some wash in our back yard when I heard his voice, "Hello Missus D."

I looked up to see Jason and immediately recognized him. He had matured, of course, but was still the physically fit young man I'd remembered.

He told me about his parents. They'd split, separated and were contemplating divorce. Jason was about to marry a girl he'd met after splitting from a previous girlfriend. Her name was Daphne. He described her and showed me a few photos of her. She looked and sounded like a wonderful girl. I remembered that Jason had dated our daughter Kelly when they lived next to us.

He asked about my husband, Karl, who was travelling for a few days. He's a salesman for a pharmaceutical company and attends conventions and visits some of his big clients. I told Jason our daughter Kelly was married and had a little boy.

Jason had always been a charming young man and I was enjoying talking to him. I opened a bottle of wine and we sat talking for a while. I hadn't eaten lunch, so the wine went to my head. I'm not a drinker.

Jason complimented me on how nice I looked, saying I hadn't changed a bit. He was flattering me. I noticed his eyes surveying my body and remembered that he had always seemed to be interested in me. He said he remembered my perfume. He was very charming and I was taken by him, despite our difference in age.

We laughed about some of the fun times we'd had with our two families. We'd vacationed together a number of times. Remembering younger days was exhilarating and with the wine, I was in a buoyant mood. With my husband away and being home alone, it was delightful to talk to someone. He was charming and included a few risqué remarks about my daughters and remembered how I had worn some revealing swimwear on a few of our vacations.

He said, "I always thought you were more attractive than your daughters."

"Be serious." I said.

He just nodded his eyebrows. He was a very attractive young man. Something inside me was stirring.

Jason told me about his life. He'd done well and didn't seem to be in need of anything.

I mentioned that we would like to give him a wedding present. I said, "I can't think of what to give you. Are you registered on-line or anything?"

He said, "Daphne and I have both been on our own for a few years and have everything we need."

I nodded.

He hesitated and joked, "I don't think what I'd like is on the list."

I said, "Oh. What's that."

He said, "Well, Missus D, I've always thought of you as a MILF."

I was shocked. Nobody had ever called me a MILF before.

He asked, "Do you know what a MILF is?"

I said, "Of course." It means a mother I'd like to fuck. I was stunned for a moment, uncertain of how to respond. It was very forward of him, but also very flattering. I found it amusing for this young man, who I remembered as a kid, to be sitting before me, now mature and self-assured.

I said, "Look at me. I'm an old lady with sags and wrinkles. I'm a grandmother."

He said, "I don't see you that way. You're still the same woman I used to admire."

I wasn't sure 'admire' was the appropriate word. I remembered him staring at me a few times.

He was committed to what he was saying and continued his pitch.

"I thought you were beautiful. I used to watch you when you wore those halter tops and short shorts while working in the yard. Those swim suits you wore left little to the imagination."

"Really?" I admit, I was inviting more of his compliments.

"Oh yeah. I would watch your windows at night and catch a glimpse of you in your nightgown or your underwear."

I was stunned, but amused. "You were peeping on me?" Having men look at me always aroused me. I have remembered the few times I had let someone see my breasts.

Jason said, "Yeah. I was a horny nineteen-year-old kid and thought you were really hot."

"How much did you see?" I was curious, never having suspected anything.

"I caught glimpses your breasts a few times and one time I saw your front for a second or so."

He was speaking about my pubic hair? "Really?" I was interested in hearing more.

"Yeah. I would whack-off after watching you or thinking about you."

His comments were entirely inappropriate, considering the fact that he was the same age as our daughter. The wine was affecting me a little too. I was silent for a few moments.

He said, "I've always wanted to touch your soft skin. It's so clear and sensuous."

He was getting me aroused with his comments.

Jason stepped toward me and paused. When I didn't move, he reached forward and touched my neck. He caressed my cheek, then undid the top button on my blouse. I should've slapped him and stopped things right there, but his comments were stroking my feminine ego. Things between me and my husband bad been stale. We had sex once or twice a month and it was nice, but we were long past the passionate sexual desires of our earlier years. For some reason, I didn't object to Jason's inappropriate conduct.

Jason continued to unbutton my blouse, saying, "I always liked looking at your breasts jiggle when you moved around. I could see your nipples poking through every now and then. I would sit there with a hard-on while we had dinner on your patio."

His fingers were tracing my cleavage, touching the tops of my breasts while undoing another button.

I said, "You shouldn't be doing this."

He said, "I know, but I've dreamed of touching you for years. I used to hope that you would move quickly and your boobs would tumble out of your swim suit."

My blouse was unbuttoned to below my bra, almost to my waist. I was stunned, frozen while he continued. His touch and his voice were mesmerizing.

We were still in my back yard, but were shielded from the neighbors by the houses and a tall hedge in our back yard.

He slid my blouse off one shoulder and the bra strap followed. He brazenly pulled down the cup and exposed my breast. His hand touched me and I felt a chill in my spine. I was enchanted by this young man and was allowing him to take liberties with me that few men had ever taken. My nipple was hard and he lightly pinched it between his thumb and index finger. I just looked at him, allowing him to continue.

He leaned in and kissed my breast, moving his lips to my nipple. I put my hand on his neck while he did it. He was turning-me-on. Nobody had touched me like he was in years. I was affected by my touch of his body.

He pulled the bottom of my blouse out of my shorts and slid my arm out of the sleeve. The blouse fell down my other arm and I let it drop to the ground. My bra covered only the one breast.

He said, "I would imagine what your breasts looked like while watching you all those times. Seeing them wiggle under your shirts would drive me wild."

He unhooked my bra and it fell to the ground too.

I stood before him topless with my hands on my stomach while he fondled my breasts with his hands. He closed his eyes enjoying the weight of my boobs and the peaked nipples. He kissed one, then the other. It felt so good to have my breasts caressed.

He dropped to his knees in front of me and began to undo my shorts.

I stopped him and said, "That's enough, Jason. You've seen my breasts. That's enough."

He pleaded, "Indulge me, Missus D. I've dreamt of seeing you naked for years. After you teased me all those years, let me see what you have hidden under here."

He had undone the button and zipper on my shorts and was pulling them off my hips. I didn't stop him.

He said, "You had two beautiful daughters, but you were the one who really turned me on."

I said, "This is ridiculous, You're Kelly's age for gosh sakes."

He said, "I've seen Kelly naked, but she doesn't compare with you. Your boobs fascinate me."

I was a bit shocked to hear him talking about my oldest daughter and didn't stop him from pulling my shorts down my legs, over my knees, to my feet.

I lifted one foot and he removed my shoe, sock and the shorts. His hand roamed over the backs of my thighs, pulling my hips toward him. His face was inches from my panty-covered pussy.

As he pulled my panties down in front, exposing my bush, he said, "Kelly and I did it a few times."

"You screwed my daughter?" I was shocked, more by his admission than the confirmation that my daughter had lost her virginity. His comment distracted me from what he was doing.

My panties were at my knees, his hands were touching my ass and his nose was sniffing my pussy.

He said, "I love the scent of your perfume."

I didn't realize that he could smell my perfume, but I had put a spritz on my pussy that morning out of habit.

He put his finger into my slit, touching my clitoris. I jerked away, but he pulled me back to him and slid his finger over my wet vulva. It felt good. I don't know why this young man had enchanted me. I was letting him continue to seduce me.

He pulled me down to my knees. He leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked at his boldness, but was hypnotized by his attention. He was stroking my ego, convincing me that I was still attractive. I had some years on me, but still had the same desires. Frankly, my husband was wonderful, but he didn't light my fire like he had years earlier. I'd missed the sex and now Jason was touching me in places and saying things that were feeding my libido. I wasn't thinking clearly, allowing him to continue.

He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his young, well-toned chest. I touched him, running my hands over his shoulders and breasts. He was feeling my breasts and kissing my neck.

He said, "I've dreamed about making love you right here, like this."

He was going to fuck me. I didn't resist when he finished stripping me and I laid back on the grass. I watched him undo his trousers, seeing his cock for the first time. I could feel the moisture in my crotch and the heat in my body.

He moved between my legs and aimed his young penis at my vagina. He rubbed the spongy tip on my clit, sending a surge of pleasure through my body. Then he broached the opening to my vagina. I looked into his eyes to see his avid desire. The head of his prick entered me, spreading me open. He seemed to be bigger than Karl. He pressed forward and slid his shaft into me. I moaned softly and saw the look of satisfaction and pure pleasure on his face. How could I resist.

He proceeded to fuck me with deliberate strokes, savoring each downstroke. My vagina would contract when he pulled back and then spread apart when he pushed forward. His cock was so hard. Karl needs Viagra and still does not get as hard as Jason was. His prick felt so wonderful.

I asked him, "Is this what you imagined?"

"Oh yes. Better. Thank you."

I was amused, thinking of him sitting in his room, playing with himself, imagining that he was fucking me. He was having years of wet-dreams come true.

I asked, "Did you fantasize about what it would feel like to come inside me?"

He said, "More times than I can count."

"Well, then, do it. Finish inside me."

The unmistakable expression on his face told me he was getting closer. I squeezed his prick with my inner muscles. I put my arms over my head so he could see all of my nude body. My tits were jiggling with his every stroke. I looked down to see our pubic hair meshed and could see the base of his cock when he pulled back.

Then, he pushed forward and his cock exploded inside me. The warm flow of semen filled me completely. He was young and had a lot of cum for me. Some of it squeezed out around his cock.

He looked at me, a look of rapture on his face. He had done it, after years of wanting me, he had fucked me, his MILF.

We rested a bit, recovering.

He said, "I'm sorry, Missus D, I shouldn't have done that."

I said, "It's kind of cute that you are still calling me Missus D after you fucked me."

He smiled. I sensed he was intending to get dressed and leave. I had enjoyed the sex, but hadn't come yet. What was done was done, I thought. Why not invite him in for another round. I needed it and the thought of having a young man with stamina and a steel-hard prick was too good to pass up.

I said, "Why don't you came in for a drink of tea."

We picked up our clothes and went into our kitchen. My clothes were messy with grass and sweat, so I stayed naked. I poured us each a glass of iced tea and stood there talking to him. He was in a chair, shirtless, but wearing pants, while I leaned against a counter, naked, giving him a view of what he had longed to see. I couldn't help myself; I posed, giving him views of my body, still flushed from excitement. I don't know what I did, I guess it was the way I moved around, but Jason became inspired again.

I was putting my glass in the sink when he came up behind me. I felt his hard cock pressing into the cleft of my ass. The thing was hard as a rock. Karl can't get it up twice in a night any more. Jason was hard again after fifteen minutes. He was naked, having discarded his pants.

He turned me to face him, put his hand under my thigh to lift my leg. He bent his knees to align his prick with my pussy and slid into me. I was slippery from his previous load, so his dick easily found bottom. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he lifted me, leaning me against the counter and fucking me again.

This time, there was pure animal-lust. We looked at each other, fucking vigorously. I felt my orgasm building and he could tell. He rammed his cock into me repeatedly and suddenly I felt it. My body spasmed; my toes curled; I gasped for breath. I was coming on his wonderful cock. I hadn't had an orgasm like this with my husband for years. I felt the sensation continue to sweep through me. Jason added another load of semen to my swampy vagina. He thrust his hips, driving his cock into me. I spread my legs and he put his hands on my ass cheeks, pulling us together so his cum would be released deep inside me. The sensation of a man's semen pouring into my vagina, the result of primal lust and desire to impregnate me fed my continuing orgasm. I was sweating and gasping, impaled on his marvelous phallus.

We slowly recovered. He stayed inside me while I calmed down. We both knew that we were not done. Our lust had not been quenched. We both needed more.

I invited him upstairs to the bedroom, "Come upstairs and I'll walk-around naked for you, like to when you watched me through the window."

I should explain that Jason was not getting an extra-marital virgin. I had fucked other men before, usually with my husband present, but not always. I had let my boss fuck me and I had fucked Karl's brother. Two of his friends fucked me while he watched one night when he came home drunk. I made him clean up my cunt with his tongue that night. Karl was not immune to temptation when traveling and I'm sure he got some pussy from time to time on the road. I didn't care, as long as he didn't bring anything home with him. We swapped a few times too.

Jason revealed that he knew one of my secrets, "I know you fucked my dad."

I looked at him. "How did you know that?"

"He told me."

"Oh."

He went on, "I know Mister D fucked my mom, too. My sister and I joked about how it was not dad who was in bed with Mom one morning."

We had swapped with them a few times, but had tried to hide our activities from the kids.

Jason said, "It made me jealous that my dad had you. I was just twenty or so when he told me. I never imagined that I would ever have a chance to fuck you."

I just nodded, but he kept talking.

He said, "You fuck better than your daughter."

Now, there's an instance of too much information. A mother doesn't really want to know if her daughter is a good fuck or not.

He said, "Kelly was wonderful, but not as good as her mom. She was kind of bony."

I said, "I don't need to hear about my daughter's exploits."

He was teasing me when he said, "Megan sure is a pretty girl too."

I snapped, "You stay away from her." Megan is our youngest daughter.

He smiled devilishly.

That was enough family discussion.

I went into the shower to wash off the sweat and the grass. Of course, Jason joined me. I used the opportunity to become more familiar with that wonderful prick of his. With just a touch of my hands, he got hard again. I went to my knees in the shower and examined his wonderful young cock. I licked his prick and took the head in my mouth.

"Does your fiancé do this for you?" I asked.

"No. She doesn't suck me. I've tried, but she thinks it's dirty."

I said, "Have her do it in the shower when your cock is nice and clean."

His cock was too big for it all to fit in my mouth, but I licked his wonderful penis from the tip to his balls and pushed my face into his scrotum. I rubbed his cock and sucked it, trying to get him to come again. I hadn't allowed my husband to come in my mouth for years and he had never come on my face, but I wanted Jason to do both. When he finally spurted, the first two jets hit my face and then I put his dick in my mouth and swallowed his semen. He still had more of the stuff. I was pleasantly surprised and resolved to see if I could drain him completely.