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  Your Own Private MILF

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

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  Carrie Breeze

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  Carrie Breeze

  Chapter 1

  It’s been a couple months since my husband, Roger, left me for a younger woman. As a result, you can’t imagine the doubts that have plagued my mind. Doubts about weather I can still please a man. Even the flowers at the florist shop where I work seem a little sad of late. I’m forty-one and not getting any younger but I still believe I’ve got an attractive figure.

  Luckily, I’ve got my stepson, Joe, at home. However, even he seems to have taken the separation a bit hard. Moping around the house. Not eating. Watching too much TV. One thing I taught Joe early on, when he first matured, was the healthful benefits of masturbation. I taught him that self-pleasure is a normal healthy experience for every growing boy. He is between girlfriends now and it’s no secret that he’s been pleasuring himself every morning before heading off for his college classes. In fact, it looks like he’s risking being late for his first class today. I’d better check on him.

  “Joe,” I speak softly at his closed bedroom door while lightly tapping.

  No answer. Just the faint sound of his bed springs slowly creaking.

  “Joe, you’ll be late for school….” A little louder.

  Still no answer. I put my ear to the door and can hear him softly moaning.

  “Joe, honey, are you masturbating?”

  “Yeah, mom… ohhh… give me a few minutes… I’m almost done….”

  The bed squeaks louder and I inch his door open a crack. He’s lying on his back. Eyes closed. Mouth open. He’s breathing heavily - about to come. His long hairy legs are spread apart and slightly bent at the knees. Sweat glistens on his taught leg muscles. He is so handsome. I feel a warm sensation starting to spread in my belly. I reach up and caress my left breast through my house coat. Joe’s right hand is squeezing his testicles. I reach down with my right hand and press it into my privates. Joe’s other hand is pumping his erect penis. This is the first time I’ve seen his cock since he’s become a man. It looks huge but I can’t see it completely because he’s got something in his left fist wrapped around his cock. Some piece of shiny black cloth that he’s using to masturbate with….Oh my God! My stepson is using a pair of my panties to masturbate. I can feel my cheeks blush as I silently close his door and walk back to the kitchen. I put together his bagged lunch - a Bologna and cheese sandwich, an apple, carrot sticks, and a chocolate chip cookie.

  A few minutes later, Joe rushes into the kitchen looking very manly in his jeans and plaid flannel shirt. His backpack is stylishly slung over one shoulder. He stops and grabs his car keys from the hook by the door.

  “Have a good day at school, dear,” handing him his lunch and turning my head slightly for his usual kiss on my cheek.

  “Thanks mom,” leaning his face into mine he… kisses me lightly on the lips…. What is happening? I feel a tingling down in my vagina. I blush and smile at him as he steps away and opens the door. “Have a good day, too, mom. See you this evening.”

  “Bye….” I murmur as he closes the door. I watch him through the window as he hops into his Jeep, backs out of the driveway, and speeds away.

  Well, it’s washing day and I start by gathering up Joe’s bedding. His room is warm and humid. The air is heavy with the smell of sleep and sweat. Being alone in the house, I take off my housecoat and work in my bra and panties. As I pick up Joe’s pillow to get its case… my heart jumps to my throat. There, lying in a ball, are my black satin panties. The ones he just used to masturbate with. I delicately pick them up. They’re sopping wet with his semen. I lift them to my nose and inhale their far-away sickly-sweet fragrance. It fills me with longing. Unfastening my bra and dropping my panties, I crawl into Joe’s bed. His sheets are still warm and musky with his scent. Butterflies of desire flutter inside my belly as I spread my legs and finger my clit and caress my moist pussy lips. I stuff the sticky panties into my mouth, tasting my stepson’s sultry spunk. Oh, that taste drives me wild, finger fucking myself now, my breathing heavy. I want to have my stepson. Have him inside me. I need him in me. I do the next closest thing - take the panties, soaked with his sperm, and with two fingers, stuff them into my gaping pussy. The thought of his cum deep inside me makes me go off like a bottle rocket. I furiously fuck myself with them. Legs trembling, I’m threshing in his bed, tangled in his sheets, making myself come. My womanly juices gush out as I fantasize about getting pregnant by Joe’s cum.

  Exhausted, I hug his pillow and fall into a blissful daydream of having my stepson as my lover. But soon, as I drift back to Earth, nagging questions fill my head. Would it be wrong? Could we keep it secret? Am I going off the deep end? Does Joe really want me? One thing I know for sure. When faced with problems within the realm of romance it’s best to get friendly advice and there’s one person I can always count on for that. My best friend Meg.

  Chapter 2

  By time I get to Meg’s house it’s early afternoon. It’s turned out to be one of those warm, gorgeous early fall days. Meg is hanging out on her deck soaking up some rays. She’s got nothing on but a pair of tight denim shorts and a bikini top. What a great body for a mature woman. She works out - washboard abs and well toned arms and legs. She’s always nagging me to join her at the gym. But I’m too self-conscious of my body. Right now, compared to her attire, I look like a nun, with my sandals, ankle-length white sun-dress and floppy hat.

  “How you making out, sweetie,” she says, greeting me with a hug and a peck on the cheek. Her firm but tiny boobs press into mine. She smells of coconuts with a hint of weed. I love hanging out with Meg. She always make me feel good about myself.

  “Well, I’ve had a really… ah, stimulating morning….”

  “Interesting. Tell you what, honey. You sit your tiny little behind down on that chair. I’ll grab us a couple margaritas and then I want to hear all the juicy details,” flashing her luminescent white teeth, she disappears through a sliding door and then soon reappears with two tall sweating glasses. She hands me one and sits on a loveseat somewhat sideways, leaning back against an armrest and bringing her left foot up onto the seat. I wish I could always be as cool and relaxed as her.

  As we sip our drinks I fill her in on my masturbatory morning.

  “I feel conflicted, Meg. Is it wrong to have these sexual longings for my stepson? I mean, if Joe had walked in on me while I was lying naked in his bed I wouldn’t have been able to control myself. I would have let him fuck me… sorry, make love to me. I am so traditional I don’t even feel right using the f-word. And I have a feeling Joe has similar desires for me.”

  “Ha ha, you are such a prude, Alicia. Take another drink. I’ll let you in on a little secret. My own stepson, Eric, and I have been fucking everyday this past summer and it’s been great.”

  My jaw drops and I feel my cheeks blush.

  “What about hubby? Does Blake know?”

  “He might have an inkling. But he’s so preoccupied with work I don’t think he’d give a flying fuck anyway. There’s some pretty young thing working in his office that keeps him happy. Anyway, I fuck Eric in the morning after Blake leaves for the office and I fuck Blake in the evening after he gets home. It’s the best of both worlds. Everyone’s happy as a peach.”

  “Wow, I’m floored,” fanning my over-heated face with my hand. “So… you and Eric… did it
this morning?”

  “Matter of fact we both came and I just got out of the shower before you got here. Oh, speak of the devil,” turning our heads toward the house as Eric steps through the sliding door. He looks so sexy, tall and athletic with wet curly blond hair. Smelling fresh from a shower. He’s bare chested with baggy shorts.

  “Talking about me, mom?” He sits down on the loveseat between Meg’s open legs. She sets down her drink and wraps her arms around him, patting his washboard stomach.

  “Honey, I was just telling Alicia about our sexual relationship. She is having similar feelings for her own son.”

  “Cool. He’s Joe, right?”

  “Yup.”

  “Yeah, I think we have a couple classes together. Nice guy.”

  “The thing is,” I say, taking a drink. “I don’t want to get in the way of Joe finding a girlfriend. Do you have a girlfriend, Eric?”

  “Sure do. Beth. We’ve been going together for a year. But I believe a guy’s best friend should be his mom. In fact, mom is my own private MILF,” kissing Meg’s cheek and intertwining the fingers of his left hand with hers. Meg’s right hand moves down to his shorts where I can clearly see the outline of his penis. She pets it and squeezes it and it grows hard almost instantly. Meg and Eric have no shame. It’s as if this is completely natural to them. Wish I could be that way. Watching them makes me horny, wishing Joe were here with me right now so I could pet him.

  “What’s a MILF?” I take another drink, lick my lips and clear my throat.

  “Mom I’d Like to Fuck.”

  “My God, Alicia, you’re blushing.”

  I break an embarrassed smile and fan my face more vigorously.

  “So, how did you two… you know… when you first did it, how did it happen?”

  “It just happened,” Meg says, tenderly stroking Eric. God, what if he comes in his shorts. Right here in front of me?

  “It was the day of that terrible storm, remember, mom?”

  “Yeah, right. Lightning struck a tree and a branch fell through the kitchen window. We got so wet trying to clean things up. We stripped naked and did it right there on the kitchen table….”

  “…and then on the counter….”

  “…on the floor. Ha ha. By evening we were so bruised and exhausted, I think we both slept the entire next day,” Meg says, smiling lovingly into Eric’s sparkling blue eyes. Slowly, their faces meet. They rub noses and then join lips in a deep kiss.

  “Funny. Well, I sure hope I don’t have to wait for a natural disaster to get in bed with Joe. And, speaking of which, it looks like your bed is calling for you two,” getting up. “Thanks for the talk, dear.”

  “My door is always open, sweetie. Call me tomorrow. I want to hear how he is in bed.”

  “I hope so. Bye.”

  Chapter 3

  A short time later, back home, wanting to enjoy the fine weather, I change into jeans and a tank and head out to the yard. Along the side of the house I start digging up tulip bulbs from the flower beds, wanting to get them in before the days turn colder. Bees are buzzing everywhere, searching for holes in the siding - they’re preparing for the cold, too. I give them plenty of room, being allergic to bee stings.

  This kind of work makes me happy. I hum while I dig, losing track of time.

  Sometime later I hear footsteps on the grass. Looking up from the flowerbed, it’s Joe.

  “Back from classes so early, dear,” standing and hugging him, holding my dirty hands away from his nice clean shirt.

  “It’s past four, mom,” kissing my cheek. “Want some help?” Smiling. His gleaming white teeth and full red lips are so inviting. Oh, how sweet they would taste. He looks so handsome with the afternoon sunlight shining through his auburn hair, his blue eyes sparkling and day-old stubble shadowing his chin and square jaw line. My eyes caress each and every contour of his masculine face. Stop. You’re going down a dangerous road.

  “Love to have you help, dear. Want to help me dig out theses bulbs?”

  “Sure.”

  We squat down shoulder-to-shoulder and start digging, stopping now and then to brush away pesky bees.

  “How were classes?”

  “They kind a went by in a blur. Don’t remember much about them, actually. Had a hard time focusing.”

  “Oh, why was that?”

  “Girls.”

  “Really. Is there a new girl you’re interested in?” I stop digging and look searchingly into his glowing eyes.

  “Why do I need a girlfriend when I have a mom as loving as you,” smiling he leans over and nudges me with his shoulder. My heart starts thumping realizing he’s flirting with me. Should I play along? Could have dangerous consequences.

  “Of course I love you, dear, but in a motherly way. Don’t you want to find a girl you can marry and start a family with? Returning to my work. He helps me pull up a cluster of bulbs and put them into the wheelbarrow.

  “You bet I do, mom. What about you? Ever wish you could have another child. You’re not that old and you sure are one hot MILF,” putting his hand on my thigh and smiling. There’s that word again. He’s coming on to me. Stop him.

  “Joe, I don’t think you should use such words…,” taking his hand, gently squeezing it, lifting it off my thigh, and lowering it onto the grass between us. “We need to talk about something. This morning while collecting your bedding for the laundry I found a pair of my panties under your pillow. What has gotten into you?”

  He sighs and looks at me pleadingly. “Mom, I’m going to come clean. I’ve liked you ever since you married dad, way back when I was just a kid in fifth grade. You’ve always been here for me. It was you who taught me about the facts of life. You comforted me through puberty. Throughout my teens I’ve harbored a secret fantasy to make love to you, that the sweetest thing would be to lose my virginity to you… which I still am, by the way… a virgin. And lately, with dad having left us both. That desire has intensified… I want to be with you more than ever.”

  He leans in to kiss me but I place my hand on his chest, stopping him.

  “To be honest, Joe, today, when I found my panties in your bed, I had similar desires for you. But it would be wrong to pursue them… ouch,” slapping my neck. I hear the buzz of a bee trailing off.

  “What, mom? Did you get stung? Let me take a look.” He takes my hand gently in his, uncovering my neck and leans in to look at the spot where I felt a sharp stab. My heart is pounding like a hammer. My temperature rising.

  “I’m allergic to bees. Help me, Joe.”

  “Here,” helping me over to a shady spot of dappled sunlight under an apple tree. “Lie down. I’ve heard that if you’re quick, you can suck the poison out of a bite before it gets into the blood. If it works for snake bites maybe it’ll work for bee stings.”

  “Hurry, I feel light headed.”

  Joe lies down on the grass beside me. I tilt my head, allowing him to sweep my long hair aside, exposing the sting. He removes the tiny stinger and then leans in over me, burrowing his face into my neck. I arch my head back allowing his full access, my eyes wide open, looking up, watching the leaves twitter amid the soft blue sky… as he begins to suck my flesh. His soft wet lips pull me into his mouth with great pressure. He held me inside for a few seconds and then releases, gasping for air. I moan with delight. The tingling in my neck moving to my chest. His breathing gets heavy and I feel his heart race as he lowers his lips onto me again. I feel like a high school girl making out in the bushes. Getting my first hickey.

  As Joe sucks on my neck I reach over and grab his ass, clawing into his tight muscular flesh. He groans over my sting wound and finds my right breast with his hand.

  “How are you feeling, mom?” He pants, lifting his lips for more air.

  “Keep going, dear,” parting my legs and pulling him on top of me. Through two layers of jeans I can feel his hard cock grind against my mound. He’s latched onto my neck like a leach. Sucking and releasing in rhythm with his grinding hi
ps. God, my pussy is wet. My whole body is on fire and trembling, shaking.

  He lifts his head again and looks deep into the pool of my eyes.

  “Mom, are you okay?”

  “I’ve never felt better.”

  I pull him into a deep embrace as he falls panting on top of me, resting between my spread legs. Our hearts beat as one… out in the grass, in the dappled sunlight, among the buzzing bees.

  Chapter 4

  I could lie here forever hugging Joe tight in my arms. But, with the late afternoon shadows growing long and the warmth slowly slipping from the air, my sweat-damp tank brings a subtle but not too unpleasurable chill.

  “Joe, we should go in,” I whisper into his ear.

  “Do you feel strong enough?” he murmurs.

  “Maybe a little weak, but I’ll give it a try.”

  He stands and hoists me to my feet with his strong hands under my armpits. I try to walk but am a bit wobbly. Bees seem to be buzzing in my head. Joe steadies me with his arm around my waist.

  “Mom, I’d better help you. You’re not fully recovered.” He lowers his left arm under my knees and scoops me up into his arms as if I were light as a feather. I sling my left arm around his shoulders and he carries me into the house feeling as giddy as a new bride on her honeymoon. He takes me into my bathroom and gently lowers me onto my feet.

  “How do you feel?” He whispers, his hands on my hips.

  “Much better,” gazing up into his tender blue eyes. “I don’t know what I would have done without you, Joe. You saved me.”

  Slowly moving into each other as is drawn by fate, our lips meet. It feels so right. All my former inhibitions melt away as I open myself, drawing his tongue into my mouth. My hands grasp his powerful back and hold him tight. His hands squeeze and caress my ass, plunging his fingers into my crack as he presses up against me. I feel his hard cock against my belly.