Milf Hunter – My Moms Hot friend
“The MILF Hunter: My Mom’s Hot Friend”
The sun was shining brightly on this lazy summer afternoon as I lounged by the pool, soaking up the warm rays. My mom’s best friend, Samantha, was over for a barbecue. Now in her late 30s, Samantha had aged amazingly well – her big, fake tits were still perky, and her barely-there bikini barely contained them. She had a tight, toned body, probably from all the yoga she did.
Mom was in the kitchen, prepping some salads, so it was just Samantha and I hanging out by the pool. She was working on her tan, sprawled out on a lounger, her long legs crossed at the ankles. She noticed me looking at her from behind my sunglasses. “Like what you see, college boy?” she teased with a wink.
I blushed, caught red-handed. “Sorry, just daydreaming… immunization for my World History project!” I said lamely, trying to recover from my ogling. She just laughed, seemingly amused that her boyish charms still worked on young bucks.
To change the subject, I asked her what she’s been up to lately. She said she’s been selling Mary Kay, which is her side hustle. I made an obligatory “oh, that’s really cool” comment. She then excitedly asked me if I wanted to see her new lipstick shades. And before I could respond, she jumped up and started walking towards the guest house.
Now, this guest house was a newer addition to our backyard. It wrapped around our pool, and the back of it was only a few feet from the fence. Most of our windows were shaded – it was the perfect place for an afternoon delight, so to speak.
I helplessly followed Samantha to the guest house, not sure whether to be alarmed or excited. A wanton look crossed her aged though still-checkered face as she reached the door. “All myileen,” I believe, is how she pronounced it, slowly deepening American accent I heard an elderly neighbor give her little slurred attempts as she opened the door. “Come in and-I’ll show you my compartment.”
I followed her in and realized this guest house wasn’t like the other rooms; it seemed more like a bedroom with lingerie and sex toys scattered everywhere! I gasped as my body tensed up. Samantha took my nervousness as encouragement and closed the door behind me. She walked over to the mini-fridge and took out two bottles of beer. She handed me one and slid down to the floor, leaning against the bed.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” she said huskily, cracking open her beer. “You’re such a sweet boy, and I’ve always wanted to be your mommy.” She took a long swig of her beer and set the bottle on the floor next to her. Then, she peeled off her tiny bikini top and threw it aside.
My eyes went wide as I stared at her gigantic yet perky breasts. The sight of her erect nipples made my cock stir in my swim shorts. She grinned at my bulge and reached over to stroke it through the fabric. “I love seeing the effect I have on you,” she purred, untying my shorts.
She pulled them off, along with my trunks, freeing my hard cock. She wrapped one hand around it and began pumping slowly. “Oh my god,” she whispered, more to herself than me. “You’re so big and hard. I’ve never seen a cock like this before.”
Her dirty talk made me throb in her hand. She kept stroking me, her thumb swirling around the head. After a few minutes, she stood up and pulled down her bikini bottom, exposing her glistening pussy. “I want you inside me,” she begged, pushing me down on the bed and mounting me.
She sank down on my hard cock, stretching her tight pussy around my thick shaft. She started bouncing on my lap, her big tits jiggling hypnotically. I grabbed them, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. She let out a moan, pushing her tits into my hands.
“Touch me all over,” she gasped breathily. “I want to feel your hands explore my body while my pussy squeezes your cock.” I reached down and found her clit, rubbing quick circles around the sensitive nub. She cried out in pleasure, riding me harder.
I felt her pussy start to tighten around me, signaling her approaching orgasm. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she yelled, slamming her hips down onto me. Her pussy clamped down on my cock as she shook and trembled above me, coming hard.
I felt my own climax building as she milked my cock with her fluttering walls. With a loud groan, I buried myself inside her, pumping stream after stream of hot cum deep into her waiting womb. She collapsed onto my chest, both of us panting from the intense fucking.
After a few moments, she lifted herself off of me and laid down on the bed, sprawled out and naked, her golden tan skin glistening with sweat. I laid down next to her, feeling her body rise and fall with each breath. Our mixed fluids slowly dripped out of her well-used pussy and formed a small puddle on the sheets beneath her round ass.
She reached over and ran a finger along my jawline, marveling at how young and soft my skin was. “That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice still breathy. “I love being a bad mommy and fucking my best friend’s innocent son.”
I couldn’t help but think that having sex with your mom’s hot friend wasn’t quite so innocent, but I didn’t care. It was the best sex of my life, and I knew I’d be getting hard again just thinking about it later.
