Milf Desires

I feel my face flush as I read my son's text, asking if his friend Danny can come over for dinner, which was a completely ridiculous reaction. I tell myself that I'm not a silly schoolgirl anymore. Hell, I am a long way from being a schoolgirl. I'm a divorced woman with a daughter away at college and a nineteen-year-old son, Jim.

Yet my fingers tremble as I punch in my reply. Danny is such a good-looking boy and I'm not sure why, but he has a fascination for my breasts. Whenever he comes over, which isn't enough for my liking, he can't seem take his eyes off them. I know they are big, and they used to be magnificent, but I'm old and they are past their prime. I don't understand why a handsome young man like Danny would be so interested in my tits.

I blame my ex-husband Frank for me feeling so excited now. Five years ago he ran off with his pretty, slim waisted, blonde secretary and I haven't had sex since. Maybe that is all I need, a good fuck! But there isn't time for that before the boys arrive, so I just need get a grip of myself.

I busy myself with making a meal for three, doing my best to take my mind of the silly thoughts racing through my head. After all, what would Jim say if he knew the salacious thoughts I was having about his friend. My son would be ashamed of me.

In his text, Jim said they would be home about six. It's now five-forty.

Do I have time? No, you don't have time,

I tell myself.

It is a nonsense, but I quickly toss off my sensible frock and my dowdy underwear and throw everything in the laundry hamper to be dealt with later. I jump in the shower and as fast and yet as efficiently as I can, I scrub myself clean. I look down and consider trimming my bushy muff.

God, woman, get a grip of yourself. Danny is coming for dinner not a date!

As I dry myself off, I glance in the mirror.

Shit!

I race naked into the living room in search of a pair of scissors. As I run back to the bedroom, I wrap an arm over my huge g-cup tits to stop them bouncing so hard.

Back in the bathroom a franticly attack my hairy pussy with the scissors.

You have really let yourself go since Frank left, haven't you!

I tell myself as I trim my pubic hair back to a mere shadow of its former self. There can't be any time left but I soap up my now trimmed muff and find a fresh razor. Doing the best to be fast and careful at the same time, I style my pubic hair into no more than a half-inch wide stripe, that points provocatively to the slit between my puffy pussy lips.

When I look back in the mirror, I tell myself,

You silly old cow. Who are you expecting to see that?

I am still slipping into a matching pair of what I hope are still sexy on me, black lace panties and bra when I hear the sound of the front door opening.

'You there, Mum?' calls Jim.

'I'm in the bedroom. I'll be out in a minute,' I shout back.

Suddenly I feel so stupid, and I nearly take the lace panties off and toss them back in the draw where they have lived these past five years.

'Hello, Mrs Conley.'

Shit, that was Danny?

'Hello, Danny,' I call back aware that I am talking to Jim's friend, while wearing nothing but a pair of sexy lace panties. I giggle when I wonder what Danny would think if he could see me. That gives me the courage to continue on with my mad plan. I pull on the matching bra and marvel at how the soft flimsy lace can still hold up my heavy breasts.

But what now?

The plan is to look sexy without being obvious. I don't want to embarrass Jim by being too obvious. But how do I look sexy without it looking obvious that I am trying too. For years now Jim hasn't seen me wearing anything but old sensible dresses.

I toss open my wardrobe and flick possible choices aside so fast they blur. When I spot the simple black frock, with the deep V cut front, I sigh. I bought this dress just before Frank left, with that slut. I was sensing that things weren't right between us for some time, and I was hoping to rekindle some of our old magic. I bought this dress and wore it the night Frank didn't come home, ever again.

Fuck him!

I threw on the dress and a set of pearls. You can't wear a black dress without pearls, can you? I considered stockings and then realise I should have shaved my legs. I would have to go as I am.

'Hello, boys,' I say as I step into the living room. 'I'm sorry I kept you.'

'Hi, Mum,' said Jim, as he looks me over.

I feel my face blushing. Did Jim sense something or was I only imagining it?

'Gee, you look very nice tonight, Mrs Conley,' said Danny, his eyes glued to my exposed cleavage.

'Yeah, what's up, Mum?' asked Jim.

'Nothing,' I say, doing my best to sound casual as my stomach churns. 'I had a meeting with the people at the bank earlier and I didn't get a chance to change, that's all.'

'OK,' said Jim.

I decided to keep moving before he asked why I was talking to the people at the bank. 'Dinner is nearly ready. You boys get comfortable, while I finish it off.'

Dinner is actually in the oven, waiting for me to serve it. But I need something desperately to do. I open the refrigerator and pull out a bottle of wine and pour myself a heathy measure into one of my best glasses.

'Is there anything I can help you with, Mrs Conley?'

I freeze for a moment before slowly turning around and smiling brightly. 'Please, call me Fiona.'

'Alright, Fiona,' said Danny as he steps a little closer, his eyes roaming over the deep V cut in the front of my dress.

As Danny stares at my cleavage I wonder if there is any black lace showing.

God, I hope so!

'So,' said Danny. 'Is there anything I can help you with?'

'Oh no, but thank you, Danny,' I say through a tight throat that makes my voice sound a little squeaky. When Danny smirks, I wonder what he is thinking. Am I making a complete fool of myself?

Then Danny steps even closer. 'You really do look very nice tonight...Fiona.'

'Thank you for noticing, Danny.' I give a silly laugh before adding. 'Nice for an old woman anyway?'

Danny cocks his head to one side as he openly studies me. 'I would describe you as beautiful, if asked.'

I swallow hard before I can speak again.

'How long will dinner be,' calls Jim from the next room. 'I might grab a shower if it's alright?'

'Sure, son, I'll keep everything warm for us.'

'Mmm, what should we do to amuse ourselves, while we wait for Jim?'

I look back at Danny, wondering what he is thinking. 'I'm not sure about you, but I need to finish off diner.' I force myself to turn away from him and face the counter, even though there isn't anything on it.

I shudder involuntarily when I feel is hands on my hips.

'Fiona, would you look at me?'

I swallow hard once more as I turn back. 'Danny?'

Danny leans in and openly peers down the deep V in my dress. 'Are you wearing that pretty bra for me?'

'No,' I say as my hands start to tremble. 'I...I had a meeting at...'

'The bank,' he says, finishing my sentence. 'And you thought you'd put on a sexy bra to go to the bank.' Then he takes a half a step more and his body presses up against mine. 'I don't think so, Fiona. I think that bra is for me.'

'No, I...'

'I'm going to make you a bet.'

'What sort of bet?' I ask in a shaky voice, my throat tight with the sexual tension that is thickening the air.

'I'm going to bet that you are wearing matching panties.'

'That is a bet you can't win because there isn't a way for you to find out, what panties I'm wearing.'

God forgive me, but I feel a rush of thrill just saying the word "panties" to Danny.

'Maybe...maybe not,' he says as he uses his hands on my hips to turn back around once more so that I am facing the counter again.

'Please don't do that?' I plead when I feel his hand tugging on the zipper at the back of my dress.

'Do what?' he asks in an innocent tone as he slowly draws the zipper down my back. 'Oh, how did that happen?' he says as he takes hold of my dress at the top and carefully slides it over my shoulders.

'Oh, Danny!' I say in no more than a whisper. 'What are you doing?'

'I'm undressing you, Fiona.'

I swallow hard once more. 'Why?'

'I should think that was obvious. We both know that I love your huge tits. And that is why you are wearing this sexy dress and the lacey black bra, right?'

My dress in now halfway to the floor so there doesn't seem any point in denying it now. 'You got me. I did dress for you. But this can't happen, not here, not now!'

'But it is happening, here, now,' he says as my dress slips to the floor, leaving me in only my lacey bra and panties. 'Ah, I was right after all. Matching panties.'

'Danny...please don't do this. Not now.'

'We had a bet, and do you know what I want as my prize?'

I look at him over my shoulder. 'Danny, we have to stop this before Jim sees us.'

'But, Fiona, I just won a tittie fuck! And guess whose titties I'm going to fuck?'

I turn around to face him. When I try to bend, to retrieve my dress, he grabs hold of my tits to stop me.

'If you are worried about Jim seeing me with my cock between these magnificent babies, then we'd better hurry.

Even though this is my ultimate dream come true, I say, doing my best to sound firm, 'Danny, that isn't going to happen!'

'Oh, it is going to happen, Fiona. Either now or before I leave. I am not leaving this house without fucking your tits. So, we can either do it now, with Jim out of the way, or you can figure out another way for us to be alone.'

'Would you stop saying that!'

'What? That I'm going to fuck your tits? We are wasting time, Fiona.'

'Shit!' I say. 'How long has Jim been in the shower?'

'He had to get organised first. I say he's only just stepping in now.'

That doesn't seem right to me, but I don't bother to argue or to think too deeply about it. 'Grab my dress and follow me!' I say as I push passed him on the way to my bedroom.

As I enter my bedroom I slip out of my bra and sit on the edge of the bed.

Danny enters, carrying my dress. He tosses it on the floor as he looks me over. 'I knew your tits would be magnificent!'

'They are old and sagging,' I say.

Danny steps close to me and places a hand under my chin and lifts me face as he bends lower. Suddenly we are kissing. I am shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement as his tongue dances across my parted lips. I want to go on kissing him all night, but I force myself to pull back. 'Come on, we don't have time for kisses.'

Danny grins broadly as he pulls his jeans open. 'Why, are we going to do something else, Fiona?'

'Yes, you are going to fuck my tits!'

'Good girl,' he says, reaching inside his jeans. The cock he pulls out makes my heartbeat faster than it already is.

'Oh-My-God, where did a young boy like you get a cock like that?'

Danny doesn't bother to reply. Instead, he spits a mouthful of saliva on my sagging cleavage. 'Are you going to hold your tits or do you want me to do it?'

'I'll do it,' I say. This isn't going to be my first tittie fuck by any stretch of the imagination, so I place my hands on either outer edge of my massive breasts to create a tight fit for Danny's fantastic cock.

'Oh yeah, now we're talking,' says Danny as he takes hold of his cock and works it up between my tits.

I lean down and spit on my own breasts, to help lubricate his cock a little more.

'I bet your husband loved to fuck these big fun-bags, didn't he?'

I don't like talking about Frank anymore, but I say, 'Yes, he did.'

'I bet plenty of men have had there dick up between your fun-bags, haven't they, Fiona?'

'No, not as many as have wanted too, anyway.'

Danny laughs at that. 'I don't suppose there are many men who have seen your tits and not wanted to fuck them. You really do have very fuckable tits!'

Now that Danny has his cock between my lubricated tits, all I want is for him to cum, so we can stop this before Jim finds us. Frank liked it when I talked dirty to him and I guess by the way Danny has been speaking, that he likes dirty talk too.

'My high school Principal was my first tit-fuck.' I look Danny in the eye as I tell him, and they weren't as big then obviously, but I did have the biggest tits in the school and that included all the faculty.'

'Your Principle? How did he manage to get his dick between your big melons?'

'I got caught smoking and he threatened to tell my parents...unless I did him a little favour.'

'Did he have big dick?'

'Nah, it wasn't anything like yours. For a boy, you have a great cock, Danny!'

'Thanks, most girls seem to like it,' he said, bragging.

'And what about their mums. Do you fuck their mothers too?'

'A couple of them, but I'm not usually into older women. I'm making an exception for you, because of your tits.'

I don't believe he has fucked any mothers, but I don't want to burst his bubble. 'I suppose you tit-fucked them too?'

'Only one or two, the others were too small chested to be bothered with. The rest I fucked in the usual way.'

'God, to be young again. I bet the girls had such nice tight little pussies. I can remember when my pussy was still nice and tight.'

'Err, mum?'

I look up to find my naked son standing in the doorway, staring at me.

'I can explain,' I say, but nothing else follows. What is there to explain. His friend has his cock shoved between my tits, fucking them.

'See,' says Danny, sounding happy. 'I told you I'd get my dick between your mum's tits tonight, didn't I?'

'Yeah, you told me.'

Danny grins down at me. 'Jim didn't believe me when I told him you had the hots for me. But I was right, wasn't I?'

Danny is still rocking slowly back and forth sliding his long, thick cock between my tits. 'Jim, would you close the door on your way out,' I say.

'I don't mind if Jim wants to watch,' says Danny.

'I do!' I say, firmly. 'Jim, please leave!'

'Nah, I think I'll stay,' says my naked son, his own dick quickly rising, as he comes closer to the bed.

'Jim, I'm not going to tell you again,' I say, starting to get angry now.

'Yeah, but you're not in any position to hold the high moral ground here, are you, mum,' he says as he sits down next to me on the bed. 'How do they feel?' he asks Danny.'

'Man, your mum's tits are fantastic to fuck!'

'I have to admit, that I have been wondering for years what it would be like to stick my dick between mum's tits?'

I am shocked and disgusted to think my son has had such thoughts about me.

'Why don't you try her out when I'm done with her?'

'If it's alright with you?'

'Hold on,' I say, finally finding my voice again. 'What about me? It's not alright with me!'

'Yeah, but as I pointed out earlier, you don't hold the high moral ground here, not with Danny's dick between your tits.'

'No, but that doesn't give you the right to...to...do what he's doing to me!'

'I thought we had got passed this,' says Danny. 'Come on, Fiona, say fuck my tits!'

I am getting seriously pissed now. In my anger I blurt out, 'My son isn't going to fuck my tits!'

'I don't know about that,' says Danny. 'If his erection is anything to go by, I think he's planning on fucking you somewhere. So, what will it be, Fiona, your tits or would you rather Jim tested out your pussy to see just how tight it still is. I mean, how long has it been since you had a cock in your cunt?'

'Please don't use that word,' I say.

Danny takes hold of my face and kisses me. Before I can stop him or even protest, his tongue worms deep into my mouth. I find myself moaning as Danny's tongue finds mine and they dance inside my mouth.

I feel a hand caressing my bare back and I know it must be my sons, because both of Danny's hands are holding my face.

'Mum, you look so hot right now,' says Jim, his mouth so close to my ear I feel his hot breath tickle me.

Danny is starting to moan, and I figure he doesn't have long to go before he cums. I don't want him blowing a load of cum over me, not with my son sitting next to me. I try to push Danny back, but he is a lot stronger than I suspected and he doesn't budge.

'It's your choice, Fiona, do you want me to cum over your tits or your face?'

'Neither. I want...'

'Too late!' he cries.

I feel his hot, wet cum exploding up under my chin.

'Tits it is then,' he says cheerfully as he empties his balls over my tits.

'Danny,' I say, doing my best to sound reproachful, even though I am secretly pleased I was able to make him cum, even if it was all over my breasts.

'I gave you the choice, but you were too slow to make up your mind.'

'Yeah, mum,' says Jim, as he leans in even closer to watch his friend dump a load of cum over my tits. 'You should have made you mind up quicker if you wanted him to cum over your face!'

'I didn't want him to cum on me at all!'

'Yeah, that's why you're holding your tits so he can fuck them,' says Jim. 'Because you didn't think Danny would cum!'

'That isn't want I meant,' I said, wanting to clarify my meaning.

Before I could add anything, Danny pulls his cock free of my tits and wipes his fat cockhead across my lips.

'What are you doing?'

'I just wondered if you wanted to blow me too!'

'No, I do not!'

'What about me?'

'I turn to my son, only to discover that his dick is now fully erect and poking back up at me It isn't as big as Danny's, but I think it looks very nice, before I remind myself that I am thinking about my son's dick. 'I am not going to blow anyone tonight.'

'You sure about that,' says Danny, pushing me back so that I am lying on the bed, with my legs dangling over the side.

When I try to get back up, he holds me down by my shoulders.

'Easy, Fiona, I don't want to hurt you.'

'Let me go!' I shout into his face, until I feel my lace panties being pulled down to my knees. 'What's going on now?'

'As Danny said, mum, just relax and everything will be fine.'

'Everything isn't fine,' I say as a hand, presumable attached to my son, strokes deep between my legs.

'Mum, I got to say, you have a very nice pussy!'

Danny laughs as he turns enough to look down between my legs. 'Hell, I knew I should have gone for a pussy fuck first. Your mum's tits weren't going anywhere!'

'Please, Jim,' I plead with my son. 'Don't do this to me. Please, just go. I won't tell anyone or do anything, if you just go now!'

'I don't think I will, mum,' he says as he dips the tip of a long finger deep in the slit between my pussy folds.

'Please, Jim, I don't want this. I really, really don't want you touching me there!'

'Is that why you're so wet, mum, because you don't want me playing with your pussy?'

'Jim...Jim...oh no, please don't do that!' I beg as he slides his finger deep into my pussy.

It is a shock to me to discover that he is right, my pussy is dripping wet. I look into Danny's face. 'Would you let me go now?'

'Sure thing, Fiona.' He lifts his hands from my shoulders, but before I have a chance to react, he presses his mouth against mine, and we kiss.

When Jim puts a second finger into me, I don't have any excuses left. Danny is lying next to me on the bed as we kiss so there is nothing, but the touch of his lips against mine, to stop me getting up and moving away. Only I don't. The moan that escapes my lips is one of pure pleasure and need and it is the first in over five years.

'Come on, mum, spread your legs for me and I'll finger you properly,' says Jim as he works my panties down over my feet.

I know how wrong all this is, but I bring my feet up onto the bed and push my knees wide apart. As my son adds a third finger to my pussy, I wrap my arms around Danny's neck and pull his mouth harder against mine as we kiss like randy teenagers.

I feel Jim stretching out to lie next to me as he continues to finger me. With his mouth against my ear, he whispers, 'I promise I won't force you, but I want to fuck you so much!'