- The youth begged her to be his first, but she couldn’t. Could she?
- His wife gives a young man a sexy wedding present he won’t forget
- He always did laundry on Mondays, but now he does her as well
- Chess was all very well, but he had another game in mind
- She visits her daughter at college and learns a few things herself
- She enters a “camel toe” contest and gets a couple of humps
- The doctor was in—all the way in. So were these two young guys
- She was a faithful and loving wife, until she became a biker bitch
- Auction Block
- Close Call
- Mom’s best friend had the wisdom of age, and was one hot mama
- What If?
- And to think, she hadn’t wanted to attend that party in the first place!
- She could just continue reading by the pool—or she could step out
- As with many service businesses, his best earnings come in tips
- Her daughter’s live-in boyfriend turned out to be quite a guy
- Stuck in a nasty funk, he found the best cure known to science
- When she ran into him in the mall parking lot, she just couldn’t resist
- You could see it as an act of mercy, nursing a friend back to life
- Doing his best bud “a very big favor” brought his own fantasy to life
- She’d held out against this radical notion of not wearing panties
- Girl Meets Girl
- SHE LETS HER HUSBAND HAVE HIS FUN AS LONG AS SHE CAN WATCH
- SHE SAID SHE’D BE FAITHFUL ON THIS TRIP, AND SHE WAS—SORT OF
- MEN DON’T GET THAT BIG, SHE SAID, BUT SHE FOUND OUT DIFFERENTLY
- SHE’D ONLY BEEN WITH ONE MAN, BUT SHE SOON MADE UP FOR THAT
My daughter and her boyfriend recently left the military and moved in with me until they could find good jobs and a place of their own. For me at 43, after living alone for several years, it felt good to have them. It felt especially good to have a man in the house again.
Within a few weeks my daughter indicated that they were getting close to having “an announcement,” which pleased me. Nate’s a great guy—good-looking and fit, with a great personality.
My daughter took a job working nearby which left Nate and me home alone in the daytime, since his job entailed several weeks of swing shifts each year. One day while she was working, after he took his shower he came up behind me while I was making breakfast, still wearing my sleep shirt and panties. I turned around and the towel around him simply dropped! We were about face-to-face. He tried to pick it up in a quick move and accidentally bumped my head. I fell back, but he grabbed me before I hit the stove and pulled me to him. His cock pressed into me, and wow, did it feel good!
We stood back looking at each other wordlessly, both thinking the same thoughts. Without saying anything, he picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. He laid me on the bed and pulled the sleep shirt over my head, exposing my breasts. He began kissing my nipples and sucking them, and I was beyond control. Without saying a word, he reached under my ass and started pulling my panties down. I raised my hips to make it easier for him. He worked his way down my body until he was facedown between my legs, licking and sucking me till I was almost out of my mind.
He climbed on top of me and rubbed the head of his pretty good-size cock up and down my pussy lips. I got even more excited when he moved to enter me. Only he didn’t! Instead, he held himself against me and masturbated until he came, shooting warm jism all over my pussy, belly and chest. He rubbed the jism into my pussy lips, and then began pressing his organ against my slit.
I felt the head start to go in. Once my lips gave way, he began to slowly slide in me. It felt like a telephone pole was being fed in me! He stretched me like I’d never been stretched. It seemed to just keep going deeper. In fact, it began to get uncomfortable. I put my hands on his hips trying to slow him down, but that excited him even more!
He said, “Are you okay?” I know I could have stopped him, but I didn’t. He raised my legs and pulled my arms away from his hips and gave a hard lunge. I shouted out as he buried himself in me all the way, and I came like never before. He gave a few more shoves, then lay still while his organ kept spasming inside me.
He relaxed for a minute, but his cock didn’t go soft. I began to feel a pang of guilt as he lay there with his head on my breasts. Then he began making slow in-and-out motions, and my guilt was soon forgotten! My labia became sensitive to his cock. I could feel his balls as I raised my hips to meet his thrusts. There was a wet spot already soaking my bed sheets.
He turned me sideways and straddled one leg. I began to shout that it was too much. He said, “Do you want to stop?” Again I didn’t say anything. Even at the time I knew that I should have stopped him, but I just couldn’t. God, it had been so long, and I’d never been with a hunk like Nate.
He continued to drive his shaft all the way in and then out of me. My pussy was going crazy. He was churning my ass against his hips when his hose opened up inside me. He thrust some more and stayed inside me. Finally his big cock started to go limp, and I began to feel come oozing out and running down my ass. When he pulled out, I felt so open, it was as if I had given birth. He rolled off me and lay on his back, eyes closed.
It felt like I’d been hit by a truck. I made my way to the bathroom, where I washed and douched, hoping that it wasn’t too late. I inspected myself in the bathroom mirror. My pussy lips were thick and swollen. When I returned to the bedroom Nate was gone. I heard his shower running again.
Although I was tender for the rest of the day, I’d never felt so satisfied. The next day Nate approached me again and we had another hot session in my bed, leaving me exhausted and sore to the point that the following day I had to satisfy the horny young man with my oral talents, which he thoroughly enjoyed. Luckily my daughter was off then for a three-day weekend and she kept Nate occupied, which gave me some recovery time before he came at me, and in me, again.
This went on in a pattern until the inevitable happened and I got pregnant, at 43, by my daughter’s boyfriend. As fate would have it, my daughter also got pregnant, and she and Nate announced their plan to get married. I lied to my daughter about my baby’s father’s identity, but Nate knew the truth.
I asked my daughter and her now-fiancé to keep living with me, and they still do, which we all benefit from in one way or another, though I understand that I’ll have to break it off with Nate once he and my daughter are married, but meanwhile, thank goodness for Nate and his big cock!
—Name and address withheld
