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Because MILFs Always Get What They Want

I heard a car door slam, which made my dog start to go nuts when I saw Jane’s new Escalade in the driveway. Once he realized it was Jane, my pit bull’s tail started wagging a mile a minute.

“Hot ride,” I smiled at her, opening the door. Jane smiled back and looked at me like I was a piece of meat that she could not wait to sink her teeth into. It was one of those hot summer days when everybody was wearing as little as possible. Since I was just hanging around the house, I was sporting my white daisy duke shorts and orange bikini top. I felt a little self-conscious and under-dressed when I saw Jane’s short charcoal pencil skirt and maroon lacey camisole. Her black heels dripped of sex appeal. Her huge naturals were pouring out of her cami and they pressed up against me as she slid by me in the door way.

“So, what’s going on?” I poured her a glass of iced tea.

Before she could answer me, my pit started in again. This time, it was the college boy from next door, knocking on my sliding glass door.

“Have you noticed any problems with your Internet?” he stammered, his eyes fixated on the seven or so inches of cleavage that my sexy friend had on display.

“Um, no,” I giggled, “Have you called about it?”

“Not yet,” he answered nervously. I poured him a glass of iced tea and slid it across the table as an invitation for him to join us.

“Jane, this is Tommy–”

“Oh,” she smiled warmly, “We’ve definitely met.”

“She was here the last time I mowed your lawn, Carol.”

“Oh, right,” I nodded.

“Only, last time you weren’t wearing a shirt,” Jane leaned in, revealing even more of her tits. It was quickly becoming evident that the neighbor kid was a boob man who had no problem ogling older women.

Tommy’s face turned a deep shade of red as he nervously chugged his entire glass of iced tea in one gulp.

“Oh, come on… I’ll show you mine of you show me yours,” she touched his fingers from across the table then pulled off her camisole, revealing a beautiful, light blue satin-and-lace push-up number which made her melons ooze perfection. Her creamy tits demanded attention from the whole room, which was standard for my friend’s womanly curves.

I must have looked shocked because she asked me, “What is the big deal?” with a naughty smile.

It did take me by surprise, but seducing younger men was not uncommon for us ladies.

“A deal’s a deal,” I slid my painted fingernails across his trembling shoulder, slowly pulling off his Laker’s jersey.

I took Tommy by the hand and led him into the living room. Jane pranced along with us, checking out his tight little ass with a sexy, determined look on her face. He looked dazed as I pushed him back onto the couch. I slid onto my knees in front of him, sliding my fingers up his bare thigh under his shorts, gently rubbing on the head of his penis.

“Ooooh,” I cooed as grabbed the growing head of his penis with my mature, naughty fingers. I snapped the gray waist band over his blue boxer-briefs and he instinctively slid down his Adidas shorts and underwear all together.

“Um, Mrs. Sanders?” poor Tommy managed.

“Yes, baby?” I whispered into his ear, kissing his neck a little as I began to work on his prick with my soft hands.

“I’ve never done this before,” he nervously explained.

“What? You’ve never had a threesome?” Jane smiled down, unhooking her bra as she slid down beside him on the couch. Jane’s girls could not wait to come out and play and her nipples longed for his hungry little mouth.

“No, I’m a virgin,” he mumbled from between Jane’s huge, soft tits.

“Well, Carol,” she bounced his balls around while she fed him a tit, “Aren’t we in luck today?”

When I arrived, I had no idea that the afternoon would be so eventful. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I smiled as I slid past Carol’s perfect petite body. She’s slender with amazing curves in all of the right places. Right away, I felt her notice the difference in our outfits. What she doesn’t seem to realize, is that she is a scene stealer, with her perfectly perky ta tas, and we’re not even going to talk about her amazing ass.

The woman has only gotten sexier with age — I witnessed first-hand how the boys stop and stare. Tommy was no match for my best friend’s booty shorts and string bikini (and all that they barely covered).

I knew that we were going to play the moment that I saw her standing in the open doorway. What I failed to realize, however, was that we were going to corrupt the sweet and innocent boy from next door, but once he oh-so-kindly presented himself in our midst, how could we resist?

Once we got our hot little hands on him, turning back was simply a non-option.

“Is it my birthday?” I asked Carol, a devil-may-care expression on my face, as I fed Tommy my sweet nippies, fondling his balls with my experienced hand. I drew in a gasp as I felt Tommy’s teeth graze my nipple, “Ohhh, we have a feisty one. Do we?”

I winked at Carol as she came even closer.

“I believe so, Janie,” Carol giggled as I snagged the string to her bikini top and pulled it right off of her, in an experienced way that made Tommy’s jaw drop. Of course, he could have been staring at Carol’s amazing tits. Her perfect nipples certainly have that effect on me. Tommy and I reached for Carol in one fluid motion and his mouth found her nipple as my mouth brushed against her rosebud lips. I felt our young friend’s eyes on us as we kissed and explored each other’s mouths.

“You have got to be kidding me — with these shorts,” I whispered against Carol’s lips, my fingers dipping into the front of her barely there shorts. When she obligingly gasped for me, I smiled and said, “Pants off.”

“How are you so bossy?” She asked me with a twinkle in her eyes. But she did as she was asked. I smiled and stood to face her. I knew that she was considering our situation. Tommy was about to lose his virginity with two of the hottest milfs that he would likely ever meet. We both knew what we wanted to do.

“You love how bossy I can be,” I turned my back to Tommy and stepped out of my skirt quickly. Then I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my panties and slowly bent over to slide them down, giving my friends a preview of my ass and my sweet pussy.

When I stood up, Carol quickly met my lips again with hers. We let our hands wander. Tommy’s breathing got faster. Together, we went to him and I ran my hands up his thigh as Carol and I settled onto our knees, we both instinctively shared Tommy’s cock. We made out with his throbbing mushroom head between our lips.

“Shhhhh, baby. It’s ok,” Carol soothed him as he desperately tried to stay calm. She’s amazing at guiding and helping to control the pace, whereas I tend to push forward. I smiled and took her lead a bit, knowing that she was completely in control.

She slid up onto his lap and wrapped her hot little body around him. I followed her lead and took hold of Tommy’s cock, popping his huge, throbbing head into her wet little slit, making sure to bump his head over her clit and making her writhe against him in pleasure.

Carol was guiding him, and I was guiding his cock. In perfect harmony, I slid his cock inside her tight little pussy as she slid down to envelope him entirely. Trapping him within her tight little hole. I then started to lick and suckle his balls. Making sure that every sensation that he felt was nothing short of divine. I could taste her pussy on his balls as she bounced, sliding up and down on his hard pole, and working him perfectly.

“That’s a good boy,” I soothed, “Empty those balls into her sweet little pussy. You know that you want to.”

Carol’s hot little body worked Tommy expertly until he gave her everything that he had. When she slid off of him, I was pleasantly surprised to see that he was still rock hard. I laid down on the plush carpet in the living room and smiled up at Carol and Tommy.

“Round two anyone?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Carol took the lead once more, showing Tommy how to mount me, guiding him and making sure that both of us completely enjoyed the entire evening at her beautiful home. Didn’t I tell you? Carol has excellent taste in decorating, friends, and just about anything else that you could (or wouldn’t dare to) imagine. She knows what she likes, and she always seems to get exactly what she wants. For the record, you won’t hear me complaining in the slightest.

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