Super MILF Anal Adventure
Super MILF Anal Adventure
By Naughty Nick
“Hey there, hot mama!” Michael called out, his eyes glued to the stacked blonde’s swaying hips as she bent over to examine some gardening tools. Her tight jeans left little to the imagination, hugging her plush rear like a second skin.
Turns out, Michael’s dad was right about their new neighbor, Mrs. Davis. The MILF certainly lived up to her name, sashaying through the shared backyard in a low-cut blouse that put her ample assets on full display. At 42, her body still begged for sinful touches.
Michael palmed himself through his shorts, watching her baggy lowered jeans ride up her butt crack. He couldn’t resist this free peepshow. A twitch of her hand and a hint of skin peeking out from her waistband sent his blood racing south.
“Ah, hello there Michael,” she greeted him with a flirty smirk, clearly aware of his lingering gaze. “Lovely day, isn’t it?”
“Y-yeah, Mrs. D,” he stammered, tearing his eyes off her cleavage. “Sure is.”
Mr. Davis was out of town on a business trip, leaving the insatiable minx roaming around with no supervision. Perhaps she was lonely, looking to titillate the neighborhood with her cock-hardening antics. Well, Michael was more than happy to oblige.
As she straightened up and turned towards him, those saggy mammaries bounced heavily, making Michael’s mouth water. He could just sink his teeth into those ripe melons…
“So, I didn’t catch your eye on that hotrod you parked out front this morning?” she asked, innocently twirling a lock of platinum hair. “It’s a beauty.”
Michael seized the opportunity. “Oh, you like muscle cars, Mrs. D? Why don’t I show you all its pimped out features up close sometime? There’s even an in-dash cusion for seat warmers…”
“Mmm, an in-dash cushion? Inexpensive heat, right?” She flashed him a suggestive wink. “I’ll have to take a ride with you and feel the warmth for myself. How’s tomorrow sound?”
“Tomorrow’s perfect, Mrs. D. Meet me after breakfast and I’ll have the car ready,” he said with a lascivious chuckle. Little did she know, that cushioned seat was also ergonomically designed for maximum groping pleasure.
The next morning, Michael rode ahead of her, his beastly MILF straddling her own alluring machine. They hit the highway in a roar of heavy engines, her hair whipping in the wind like a cheap porno.
Excited by the rumble of the street machine, she squirmed in her seat, her shorts riding up her pussy mound. Noticing this subtle taunt, Michael figured it was time to make his move. Perking up, he reached a hand over to gently caress her thick thigh.
She rewarded him with a throaty moan and spread her legs wider, giving his hand better access. He squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh, inching up to tease her aching first with the tips of his fingers.
Sensing her wetness seeping through the denim, he unbuttoned her fly and shoved his hand in, palming her weeping sex. His cock roared to life as her inflamed folds engulfed him. Like a bitch in heat, she humped his hand, forcing him to sinks his fingers deeper.
“Oh fuck Michael! You’re playing with fire baby,” she gasped as his fingers teased her clit. “I’m going to scorch that pale boy cock of yours… The way I’ve been used to thicker black flesh.”
His pussy-stained fingers slipped out to grope her titties. A jolt of lightning zapped through his shaft upon hearing her words. This cougar wanted a chocolate cock for breakfast, but she would get his rocket instead.
Catching an exit with a smutty reputation, Michael pulled over and whipped out his huge slavering erection. His massive cock pointed right at her, idling promisingly, ready to give Mrs. Davis the pounding she deserved.
“Holy fuck, it’s so big!” she mewled as he impaled her in one powerful thrust. “Break me in and breed me like the promiscuous nympho I am!”
Grinning like a fool, Michael pounded into her, his big cock giving her what her married holes needed. He brought her to the edge multiple times, discussing his hamster’s name in between rhythmic slaps of flesh and guttural grunts.
“Can you imagine all the parties your cock could be attending while I was gone?” she purred, grinding her cunt into his crotch. “My girls’ night out with single milfs doing body shots off my ass, others licking my scat out before tit fucking me…”
Michael groaned, picturing the whole sordid scene before nailing her to the seat with a few vicious thrusts. Her pussy clenched greedily around him as she shuddered and sprayed him with gushing juices.
Ramming home one final time, his Picasso splattered the car’s interior with a huge load. Painted with ropes of cum, she gushed again, milking him for every last drop of cream.
Ever since that day, Michael gave the naughty milf whore a personal daily tour around the neighborhood in his super-charged whip. What started with a quick impromptu anal pounding in the car ended with full-on anal spitroast-out in the aforementioned smutty exit.
He’d pull over, ream her ass at light speed, paint her uppity cunt and face. Then repeat the whole thing again in the backyard in plain sight of all their neighbors, with Mr Davis away on another “business trip”.
That filthy old biddy was happy. End of the year would roll around, and he’d sign her the deed to their house, thanks to all the “compensation” she gave him. While he’d have to use all her credit cards to pay for it. Part of being a modern young urban professional.
