Milf #5: an Afternoon Dip

My life was becoming more complex by the day - complicated, yes, but thrillingly full. Full of ambition, confidence, and achievement. Full of control, passion, desire - and yes, full of sex. I'll admit it: I was reveling in every second of it.

Amid the whirlwind, the house renovation pressed on. I took on a lot of the work myself, rolling up my sleeves and diving in. Meanwhile, Don and Joe, my builders, were busy tearing apart the bathroom before piecing it back together to my designs. I kept an eye on their progress, though thankfully, they didn't demand too much of my attention... yet.

Then there was Nathan. My Amazon delivery driver. My hunky, handsome, Adonis of a boyfriend, with his muscular body and huge cock. I wanted more of Nathan. Oh god, did I want more of Nathan. My pussy ached for him. My pussy ached from him. And the summer was not going to last forever, so plans had to be made to take full advantage of him before he went back to college.

Daniel, my beautiful, beautiful son and his new girlfriend, Lisa, were very much an item, she was the one getting to enjoy his long cock now, which meant my time with him had declined a little, which was fine for now. I knew he wasn't going to disappear; his cock would always be there for me to gag on; I just had to stay vigilant and be ready for it.

Lastly, the sexy Maria just had to fit into my life too. The job of transforming Maria's adult store, 'Romancing The Stone', was moving at pace, but Maria was more than just a project. She had captivated me. She was joyful, irresistible. She had unlocked a part of me I never knew existed - a part that truly felt, was deeply and fully engaged, and pulsed with excitement for life. I wanted her in my world, no matter how complicated that made things.

With my husband Phil away for work, keeping it all under wraps wasn't hard. But if I truly wanted The Stone to become part of this new life I was building - this life away from the city - I'd have to face reality. Sooner or later, I'd need to tell Phil. I'd need to make him see, somehow, that this wasn't just about the store; it was about the new me. And convincing him to accept it wouldn't be easy.

Oh, my! I have overlooked Phil. I need Phil in my life too. He is my rock. We have been together forever and I don't want to imagine life without him.

All these strands I keep tucked away from each other. Secrets of transformation, of self-discovery. Secrets of a new me. Secrets and lies. Getting messier and messier. A tug on one strand could unravel another and another. But, with the secrets, a vibrancy within me that I'd never dreamed was possible for myself.

And I like this version of me: a woman empowered, taking charge, owning her desires, and discovering what truly makes her tick. This summer wasn't just a season; I'd come to realize that it was a turning point. And I was determined to make it count. But I know I have to tread carefully. I have to find balance and make sure no one gets hurt - especially Phil.

***

"Mom, you should see the analytics already," Daniel told me over a late breakfast on Wednesday, his eyes, usually distracted and disengaged this early in the morning, gleaming with excitement. "After a single night of being live, even with just a few teaser photos and basic SEO, people are clicking. Once we get the real photos up, The Stone is going to take off."

Daniel had arrived around thirty minutes earlier with Lisa. It was the first time he had stayed the night there, and I was a little jealous, but I was making sure I wasn't showing it. She is sitting next to him, drinking a coffee.

The day before, Daniel and I had visited Maria at The Stone. We had shortened the name to 'The Stone' on the drive over; much easier to say. Always the overachiever, he had thrown together a simple but sleek e-commerce site in record time, with actual products from Maria's inventory. It wasn't perfect yet, but it was functional, and it gave Maria a platform far beyond the quiet streets of our small town. A platform that was anonymous, away from people who might see them walking into an adult store, away from wives or husbands who might see them and ask awkward questions.

"Wonderful, darling. I hope he didn't bore you with it all night, Lisa."

"Not at all, Maggie." She beams. "I'm so excited. I can't wait to start my modeling career." She flicks her hair around laughing. She looks stunning. A beach-style vest top, that hangs delicately across her small breasts, no bra. Short denim shorts that show her ass cheeks as she is sitting at the counter. A smidge of makeup emphasizing her gorgeous lips, and free-flowing hair cascading down to her shoulders. She oozes that youthful, carefree confidence. Today we start taking photos for the ecommerce site. She will be perfect.

My mind wanders. Her athletic physique is not showing any signs of being worn out by Daniels's long, hard cock last night. My mind wanders to Daniel pumping me hard, making me scream. His huge snake making me cum over and over.

Lisa says something.

"Mom? You there?" Daniel waves at me.

I snap back. I've no idea what Lisa just said. "Excellent. It should be fun today." I turn back to Daniel. "I have to give instructions to the boys upstairs. Are you ready to leave when I come back down?"

"Sure. I've just got to grab my camera gear and I'm set."

***

Yesterday had been the first time Daniel had been to the store and also the first time he and Maria had met. I was a little apprehensive if I'm honest. My relationship with Maria is... how can I describe it? um...complex? um...confusing? um...elaborate? Definitely secret! My relationship with my son is...um....yeah... let's just say very complex and very, very secret. But their meeting actually went better than I could have expected.

He was amazed with the store, I would say like a kid in a candystore, but that somehow seems wrong when talking about his reaction to an adult store full of vibrators, butt-plugs, fetish-wear, sexy-lingerie and edible goodies. Maria had been overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, working all day with him on the look and feel of the site and getting a sample of items that might sell without images or where images were available from the manufacturer.

In fact, I felt so comfortable with the pair of them, that:

"Are you two okay if I leave you to it? It's just that I have a large package being delivered that I need to be home to receive."

Daniel knew exactly what that meant. Nathan!

"That's fine with me, we don't need you for this stuff," Maria says tapping the computer screen. "Will I see you tomorrow, though?" She gives me a wonderful smile.

"Absolutely, it's photo shoot day tomorrow. I'll definitely be back tomorrow," I return the smile. "Daniel, are you ok with me going?"

"Yeah, you head home for your large package." He's standing beyond Maria, so only I see the dirty grin on his face. "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, Lisa's picking me up later, so I won't be home tonight."

He's spotted an opportunity there and taken it, no problem.

"Ok, darling. Well have fun you two, don't work too hard." I walk over and give both of them a kiss on the cheek before leaving The Stone. I breathe in Maria's scent; I've got an idea for tomorrow that I know she will be happy about.

As I get home, I can hear music and whistling upstairs. Don and his apprentice, Joe, have been working on our master bathroom since Monday. Don's a seasoned pro, a gruff but seemingly kind man who knows his way around a sledgehammer. Joe, on the other hand, is young and eager, fit and athletic, always trying to impress but prone to dropping things - a fact I learned yesterday when he shattered a bunch of tiles while they removed the old tub. He was very apologetic, very sweet.

I had known very few people in the neighborhood, so I had to go with online reviews, but so far the pair were doing a great job. I've got them salvaging what they can to take to The Stone. Some of the fixtures - like the vintage mirror and the antique brass towel rack, for example, won't go with the more modern design I want, so why not recycle them. When they start on other rooms, I'll get them to do the same. The Stone is tidy but outdated, with dark carpets, fluorescent lighting and clunky metal racks that work for some items, but make many of the clothes look less appealing than they are. The space was an old discount clothing store and is huge, as is the potential, but it is begging for a touch of class.

I go upstairs and offer Don and Joe a final coffee of the day, which they both kindly refuse.

"I'm sorting a few things out in the garden, and then I'm grabbing a shower, so if I'm not around, just let yourselves out and I'll see you in the morning."

"No problem, Maggie. We should have this completely stripped down by the end of today, and we'll start re-wiring and tiling tomorrow."

"Sounds great, Don, I can't wait to see it take shape."

I leave them, and start my preparations.

It's ten minutes past four. Don and Joe are gone. I've rushed around to get everything ready, but now I sit by the window upstairs, my fingers tracing idle patterns on the sill as I watch the street below. I watch the passing vehicles, one by one, but not the one I'm waiting for. Nathan's van.

My heart flutters like it doesn't know I'm too old for this. Forty-three, for heaven's sake, not some lovesick teenager. And yet here I am, stomach twisting, cheeks warming at the thought of seeing him. It's ridiculous, really.

I lean forward, my breath fogging the glass as I scan the street again. Any second now. My mind races, flipping between anticipation and lust. I know what I have planned. A nervous laugh escapes me. It's like waiting for my prom date all over again - except this time, I'm not some silly schoolgirl waiting to be taken to an embarrassing dance; I'm a MILF waiting for her strong lover to come and take her to new heights. I'm not the nervous little girl anymore who knew nothing about men; I'm the woman who knows what she wants and how to get it.

And then it appears. The shadow-gray van with the familiar blue swoosh glides to a stop in front of the house. He jumps out. My breath catches, my pulse quickens, and for a moment, the world narrows to just him: Nathan.

His movements are brisk and sure, and I can't look away. He strides toward the path with an easy confidence, the sunlight catching his golden locks, catching the sharp line of his jaw, catching the powerful shoulders beneath his uniform. His neck, strong and tan, flexes as he adjusts the package in his arms. Those arms - solid, bulging - cradle the parcel as if it's more important than it has any right to be. Those arms - muscular, tender - that have lifted me off my feet, that have held me against his body.

I follow him with my eyes, taking in every step, every subtle shift of muscle, every second of his approach. He's close now, so close I can almost hear the crunch of his boots on the gravel. I don't want to miss a second. Only as he reaches the door do I rise, and head downstairs. I reach the door where we first kissed, my legs are trembling with an excitement I can't quite control, Ridiculous, Maggie. Ridiculous.

I swing the door open and my heart completely melts. The smile does it every time.

"Hi, Nathan. How are you today?"

"Pretty good, thanks, Maggie."

"Many drops left today?" I ask.

"This is my final drop today. Maggie. Can I bring this one in for you, it's quite heavy."

"Ah, great thanks. That would be fantastic."

The package is actually very light, I know what is in it, but I open the door and step to one side so he can come inside.

I'm conscious that this is not the first time that Nathan's van has been parked outside the house, and it may stay there for a while, so I'm wearing overalls and a big check overshirt in case any neighbors are watching the front of the house. Daniel being the same age as Nathan is good cover, but small towns and gossip go hand in hand. A quick scan of the neighboring houses, but I don't see anyone looking at us.

I close the door and lean against it. Nathan turns round to face me, still holding the parcel.

"Where can I put it?" he asks.

I look down at his crotch. "Where can you put it? I wonder."

I smile and lock eyes with him. I slowly start to unbutton my shirt and he starts to walk toward me, but I put my hand up to stop him.

"Uh. Uh. Urh. Not so fast. All good things come to those who wait."

I start at the bottom of my shirt and move up. Taking my time to tease each button through its hole, revealing, at first, the overalls underneath, little by little until it reaches the top buttons where my cleavage and neck become exposed. I shake the shirt from my arms and it falls to the ground, revealing my bare arms and shoulders, and my large breasts spilling out the sides of the denim bib. There's a fine red strap around my neck tied with a bow behind my head, but what it leads to is covered by the front of the overalls. I unhook the two metal clasps on the front of the bib, the straps fall down my back, I hold the bib in place with my hands, prolonging the anticipation of what's underneath. I smile as I drop the bib from my body. The overalls fall over my hips to the ground; The metal clasps hit the tiles with a clang.

Nathan's chin almost hits the floor with them. I'm standing before him in the smallest red bikini you have ever seen. The tiny triangles of scarlet material barely cover my nipples. The wait upstairs has been an anticipation that is clearly evident in the firmness of my buds, unable to be restrained by the thin red bikini. Hard and erect, they point forward through the fabric. The straps around my neck pull it tight to my chest. My bare breasts swell both sides, round and full. The minuscule thong is pulled tight with high-waisted ties, large, dangly bows on my legs. My pussy makes the material twist and bulge, each fold, each lip clearly visible.

I move my hand across my thigh, pausing at the ties, before tracing the curves up my side, across my cleavage and up my neck, flicking my blonde hair over my shoulder. I've got a new appreciation of my body since Nathan, Daniel and Maria have shown me so much attention. I am sexy. I now realize that. I'm a MILF. It doesn't stop my heart from giving me palpitations, but Nathan does not notice, he has his own to deal with.

"I was thinking of jumping in the hot tub. Would you like to join me?"

"Er...Umm...of course, I would love to. But I er don't have anything to wear." His eyes are popping out of his head as my hands glide back down my body.

"That's a shame. Maybe another time." I make a show of turning around and bending down to pick up my shirt from the floor. My thong is already firmly within my ass cheeks. My legs stretch and lock; my ass is pulled firm as I reach down to the floor. My pussy lips slipping from the sides of the thong as it pulls upwards.

"Oh, wait." I turn my head to look at him as I am bending over. His eyes are glued to my ass. From the look on his face, I'm surprised Nathan doesn't collapse at the sight presented before him. "Maybe you can open the parcel," I smile.

He looks at the parcel as if he had forgotten it was still there. He looks at me again, as I start to straighten up. I nod at the parcel.

"Yes, that one."

"Er...Okay, sure."

His big hands struggle to pull the paper tape apart from the edges of the box. I stay back, keeping a few steps away, watching him with a knowing smile. Inside the parcel is a box, and, wrapped in tissue paper, is a delicate, purple lace, sheer pair of boxers. The moment he pulls them out, his face shifts from confusion to a mix of amusement and something else - something unmistakable.

"Well?" I say, folding my arms, pushing my breasts up, as I lean against the doorframe. "Do you like them? I picked them out just for you." My voice is light, teasing, but I can see by the way his hands linger on the delicate purple lace that he is excited.

A floral design catches the light as he holds them up, he is already imagining what it would feel like to wear them. His eyes flick to me, and he is brought back to the sexy creature propositioning him.

"Go on," I say, grinning now, my voice softer, more inviting. "Try them on. Let me see how good my taste in men's underwear really is."

But I don't watch. I walk past him, allowing my hand to drag across his chest. Looking him in the eye, but not stopping. I feel his eyes on my back as I strut across the hallway and into the kitchen. My bare ass sways as I cross the open-plan family area, and out of the large tri-fold doors that lead out to the garden beyond. As I reach the standalone tub, I press the ON button and climb the steps. I walk along the seat that runs around the tub, my feet splashing through the water, and I perch on the edge, my legs dangling into the warm water as it starts to gurgle and bubble. I have a clear view of the back of the house and the hot tub steps before me.

It's minutes before Nathan appears. But it's worth the wait. Out of his uniform, his chest is explosive. His shoulders broad and powerful. My eyes drop down, admiring all of him, all the way down, to what I wanted to see. The way the lace hugs his body is a balance between the masculine power of his physique and the gentle sophistication of the garment. It clings perfectly to his muscular frame, the sheer, purple lace somehow highlighting the definition of his swimmer's physique. The delicate floral patterns striking against his broad, toned thighs and narrow waist, emphasizing the V-shaped taper of his torso. But I am ignoring a critical, sensational, awe-inspiring element. Coiled like a python behind the delicate flowers, inside the tailored material, is his penis. Elegance meets pure animal. The soft lace pulled against it like an opera glove on a forearm. The overall effect? Unbelievable. Unforgettable.

I let out a soft, girly laugh, shaking my head. It has taken my breath away. He looks nervous.

"You look... incredible," I stammer, unable to hide the lust in my voice. "I mean, I thought they'd suit you, but this? You're completely pulling this off."

Subconsciously I part my legs slightly and lick my lips, my grin turning playful.

"It's just a shame they are not going to stay on for very long." He says. His confidence growing.

The water is still bubbling away, sending tingles across my legs. He takes to the steps and his penis rises to my eye level. I watch the way it bounces and moves as his legs take each step up. I can't wait to touch it, feel it, make it grow, make it throb. So I don't wait. As he takes one step down into the tub, I push myself into the water and glide across to meet him. The water splashes over me, my breasts bobbing in the water as it rises around me. He takes another step down, the tops of his knees now tapping the bubbles as they explode and cascade over him. As he takes a further step down, I run my hands up his tree trunk thighs and hold him where he is. My fingers run across his cock, feeling the lace material slip through them. My eyes focus on his cock as it starts to harden. I take it in my palm and begin to stroke him through the material. Teasing the end of his cock with my fingertips as they stroke past it. I want to taste him. But I wait. I trace my fingers around him, pushing the lace against him, over him. My fingernails catching on the lace, my palm feeling the tiny holes. My breath on him as the steam rises around us. I can't wait any longer. I slide him out of the top of his new sheer boxers. His penis free from their flimsy material. I leave them wrapped around his thighs. I lick the side of his cock, from the base to the tip, it tenses and bounces under my tongue. I slip my hand under his balls and start to massage them, making his cock bounce even more, and then I lick it again, and again. Slipping my tongue over him and around him as I move along the shaft. My teeth sometimes scratching the side, my tongue sometimes curling over him.