Although I cherished my high school girlfriend, our sex
life was limited to oral sex and mutual masturbation—never
penetration. Although offering some relief, for the most
part I remained a frustrated hormone machine the entire
time we dated.

Shortly after our graduation my girlfriend’s family
moved out of state, only adding to my frustrations. The
following Christmas however, I was invited to spend the
holidays with them. I readily accepted. Unfortunately
for me, girlfriend had taken a holiday day job working in
the mall, restricting our togetherness to evenings, leaving
me having to find ways to fill my days.

Her dad also worked, leaving me at home alone with her mother
Jenny, which wasn’t all bad since I lusted after her even
more than her daughter. My girlfriend was gorgeous, but
her looks paled when compared to Jenny’s. Fortyish with
curves in all the right places, I couldn’t keep my eyes
off of her, especially those perky round breasts.

On my second day there Jenny suggested we kill time by doing
some Christmas shopping, and that if I’d decided what
I was getting her daughter, she’d take me to whatever
store I wanted. Since my plan was to buy her a sexy robe for
Christmas, it was with no small amount of embarrassment
that I suggested we might go to Victoria’s Secrets for
our shopping.

“Naughty, naughty, ” her mother joked with a shake
of her finger, then seeing my blush, quickly added, “Hey,
no problem, I love to shop there.” An hour later we were
walking through Victoria’s Secret’s front door.

Jenny turned out to be quite helpful, offering up a variety
of sexy robes as possibilities. One was on a rack beside
a rather sexy looking see-through nightie. I took it off
of the hanger and held it out in front of me, studying it.

“You can’t tell anything that way, ” Jenny announced,
walking up behind me. “Here, ” she said, taking it
from me and holding it up against her body. “What do you
think?”

“I think it would look great on you, ” I joked.

Smiling, she blushed. “Why thank you, ” she laughed,
handing it back to me, “but I’m a tad bit old to be wearing
this sort of thing, ” and proceeded to wandered off to
do her shopping of her own.

While she was off doing her thing, I took both robe and nightie
to the sales counter and secretly bought both–one gift
for each hostess of my temporary household. But how on earth
was I going to give it to Jenny? I couldn’t stick it under
the tree and have her open such a suggestive gift in front
of her husband and daughter.

The next morning I found my opportunity. While talking
over coffee in the kitchen I told Jenny I’d gotten her
a gift yesterday, but couldn’t wait to give it to her.

“Why, thank you, ” she said, obviously pleased, “you
didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to, ” I said, then headed off to my room to
retrieve her gift, returning shortly thereafter with
the wrapped package. I handed it to her, nervously awaiting
her reaction to my racy purchase. I held my breath while
she opened the box. I need not have worried, for when she
saw my purchase she broke out laughing and held it against
her body, mimicking what she’d done in the store. “I
remember this.”

“I kind of did it for fun. If you don’t like it I can take
it back, but first I think you should at least try it on.”

“I don’t think so, ” she said, but the glint
in her eyes told me than not only was she flattered–but
she liked it as well.

I went into full flirt mode, smiling and winking at her.
“Go ahead, try it on.”

“Are you kidding? No way!” she protested, albeit with
a laugh.

“Come on, ” I persisted, “be a good sport. It’s
a gift after all.”

“Oh, all right, ” she said, relenting with hardly
a fight. “I’ll try it on–IN THE OTHER ROOM. Don’t
be getting any crazy ideas now.” She held it out, studying
it. Then, laughing one more time, headed off to her room.
Moments later she returned wearing a bathrobe.

“Do you have it on?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Let me see.”

She stood there contemplating, her tongue flicking back
and forth over her lips. “Well, OK, but remember, eye
candy only—no touching, ” and without further adieu,
flipped open her robe. Ohmygawd! It was so shear you could
see right through it.

She giggled at my reaction.

My eyes feasted on her tits, those incredibly beautiful
mounds–whose nipples were standing fully erect, making
me suspect—and hope—that Jenny’s little peep show
turning her on. Emblazoned by the sight of those budding
areoles, I told her I would appreciate my eye candy much
more if she were to junk that robe completely. To my delight
and surprise, with a shrug and a rather nervous sounding
giggle, she let her robe fall to the floor and spun around
in a slow pirouette with her arms raised high over her head.
The sunlight beaming through the window made it quite obvious
that she wore nothing other than that lingerie. I stood
speechless, ogling at my fantastic “eye candy.”

“Well, what do you think?” she said with her now
familiar nervous giggle, “Not too bad for a forty-four
year old, eh?”

She was sooo hot. “Not bad?” I answered, “Lady, you
are smoking hot!”

She reddened, her pinking cheeks easily visible even though
she stood several feet away. I got the distinct impression
her own body heat had spawned as much of her flush as embarrassment
had. She spread her arms spread out wide letting my eyes
feast on her body. The nightie only partially down her thighs.
And since, judging from the swollen nipples jutting through
the sheer material, they were yearning for release. I decided
it was time to raise the ante in our budding little game.

As a closed the distance between us it was probably my lascivious
grin that gave away my intentions, because she stepped
slowly backwards, coyly admonishing me to, “Remember,
it’s OK to look, but no touching.”

Catching up to her despite her slow retreat, I picked her
up and plunked her down on her kitchen table. “I won’t
touch you, ” I promised as I knelt between her knees,
“…with my hands.”

My lie was fully exposed seconds later as I grabbed her hips
and pulled her to me, my mouth latching onto that delectable
pussy. Within seconds I was chewing her through her nightie.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked. “N0″ she pleaded, half-heartedly pushing against my shoulders.
Her feigned resistance ended the instant my tongue slipped
beneath the fabric and found the bare flesh of her vaginal
opening. She instantly transformed into a wild woman,
twisting backwards, kicking her legs up and out, offering
up her love nest for the feasting, her loud whimpers reverberating
around the room. I couldn’t believe my good fortune—I
was on the brink of having sex with the MILF of my dreams.

She was sooo wet and her moans were getting louder with each
tonguing of her clit. Sensing she was peaking toward a climax,
I stood up, leaving her on the brink. I snatched her nightie,
yanking it up and off her head, and tossed it to the floor,
exposing her nakedness. Her engorged nipples stood out
straight like hard little rocks. She watched me through
glazed eyes as I ripped of my shirt. “Wherever you think
this is leading, it stops short of any sort of fucking, ”
she warned, but the weakness of her declaration belied
any true protest.

Unsnapping my trousers, I stripped off my pants and underwear,
letting them fall to the floor in one single motion. She
let out as gasp as my cock sprang into view, and simply lay
there staring, transfixed by my swollen manhood. I watched
those helpless pleading eyes crawl slowly up my body, stopping
only when she met my gaze. It was that instant I knew beyond
any doubt that, despite the words she’d just spoken,
that she was mine to have. “I have to kiss you, ” I declared
as I pressed against her, pushing her legs apart.

She panted raggedly as I pressed my naked chest found hers.
I wrapped my arms around her and tongued her mouth, all the
while shifting my cock into position to enter her. When she felt it touch her opening, she broke our kiss, “I
said you’re not going to fuck me.”

The words were hardly out of her mouth however, when my turgid
member slid past her moistened opening and buried itself
to the hilt in one wet and incredibly lubricated pussy.

“Ohh-h-h-h, no, no, no, ” she wailed as I held myself
deep inside of her, savoring the feel of her moist and twitching
cavern. I withdrew almost all of the way out, and then slammed
back into her with all the force I could muster. “Oh, God,
oh god, oh god, ” a mantra she repeated over and over with
each new thrust of my cock.

Moments later her whole body started to vibrate as her trembling
arms pulled me tight against her body, crying out in orgasmic
delight. Grabbing her by the ass, I buried my throbbing
cock as deeply into her as I could and held it there. “Ohmyawd!
Ohgawd! Ohmygawd!” she screamed, humping me with abandonment.

I resumed my thrusts. She continued to shake and moan throughout
her orgasm. I was in fuck heaven. “Harder! Faster!”
she pleaded.

She was so wet, and her moans so erotic, it was driving me
crazy. As much as I relished this heavenly fuck, I knew I
couldn’t last much longer.

“Whatever you do, don’t cum inside of me, ” she begged.

Ironically, and through no plan of my own, it was in that
very moment that my cock exploded, filling her gyrating
pussy with wave after wave of cum. I was ecstatic. I’d
never felt anything so wonderful in all my life.

“Oh gawd! I told you not to cum inside of me!” she screamed.
Then, astonishingly, tossing her head from side to side,
she squirmed downward, grinding up against me, laughing
like a mad woman, “YES! Flood my kittycat! Give me your
cum. Give it to me. Give it all to me!”

Her screeches only grew even louder as the two of us shook
uncontrollably through our mutual orgasm.

Once I’d been drained, this Devil Woman pushed me away,
commanding me to sit in a chair. She dropped to her knees
in front of me, frantically lapping at our love juices as
she cleaned my spent cock. Once she’d cleansed it, she
sucked it into her mouth and started bobbing her head. Although
my penis had nearly deflated after my climax, her ministrations
soon had it back to a rock-solid state.

When I was sufficiently hard she ripped her mouth away.
Wiping her lips with the back of one hand, she maintained
a very tight grasp on my cock with the other, squeezing it
with surprising strength while pumping it up and down.
“That’s more like it, ” she announced, rising up
to straddle me. With a gasp she lowered herself onto my cock,
mounting me like some prized horse–then began riding
my turgid member with wild abandon. “Fuck me some more,
you bastard. You started this party, so don’t quit on
me now. FINISH IT! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ah yes, that’s it,
fuck …me. Oh, so good, s-o good. Mmm-m-m, that’s
it, pound my pussy with that beautiful young cock.”

I did my best to match her ferocious thrusts. In no time it
was my turn to whimper and moan as the inevitability of my
next climax was upon me. “Shi-i-i-i-t!” I bellowed.

She obviously sensed the first throes of my body’s imminent
surrender. “Come on, pump that hot cum into me, ” she
demanded.

Helpless to do anything else, I exploded inside her once
again. “YES! Fill me up! Squirt it into me, you young stud
bastard!” In no time I was pumping cum into her again,
as her orgasmic pussy muscles sucked every drop of semen
out of me.

We screwed in between rest periods for most of the rest of
the day. Finally, a day full of fucking had us both sated.
Knowing her husband and daughter would soon be home we dressed.

In her guilt-ridden aftermath, she told me that she wanted
to keep the nightie but despite the pleasure we’d shared
on this one wonderful day, we mustn’t ever do what we’d
done today again.

Fortunately for me, I never believed a word she said. Shortly
after my girlfriend left for work the following morning
Jenny showed up in the kitchen wearing her new nightie–but
not for too long. This was to become a recurring scenario
as I banged her each and every day I stayed there.