"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.
