She was shapely, her lips had a passionate fullness, and I knew she had huge breasts under her modest dress. I could tell she was stimulated by what she was witnessing. The flush of her face didn't seem to be from embarrassment. I covered myself with the bedsheet, but she stopped me by raising her hand. How many times had I dreamed of a woman who was mature, wise in the ways of the world, who was as attractive as this woman －a real MILF. I shook my head in disbelief －it was the woman of my fantasies. As my eyes began to focus again, I became fully aware of her.

My handiwork had set too much in motion, and my involuntary eruption landed all over the bed.įor what seemed like hours I was oblivious to the strange woman standing in my doorway. Suddenly my door flung open and there stood a middle-aged woman I had never seen before.Īlthough I knew I should have stopped masturbating and covered myself, my cock had a mind of its own. I was moaning and uttering vulgarities, but I was alone in the house - or so I thought. Thrills shot through my body as I closed my eyes and saw hot visions of the joys I had to abandon. In the wall mirror I could see my reflection as I got myself off. I grabbed my iPhone and logged in to Pornhub. I flopped down on the bed, landed on my back, legs wide apart, with my right hand gripping my cock. She was probably in her bedroom doing the same thing to herself. As I started to undress, my mind wandered back to that young little 'hot number” I’d tried to fuck earlier. Since it was only five, I decided to use the time to watch some Pornhub videos and beat off my frustrations. She would be working late, and I shouldn't expect her home until around seven. When I got home, I noticed a note Mom had left for me. Needless to say, I couldn't finish the job. I had just convinced her to remove her panties and was about to take the plunge when her parents returned unexpectedly. One day I returned home from a particularly unsatisfying session on the couch of a neighborhood girl. You see, most of the girls I was dating were around my age and still lived at home, so finding a place to be alone with them was a real stumbling block. If she had someone else to stay with her, I could move out, and one of my major problems would be solved.

I was elated when Mom began talking about renting out our spare room. My father had died several years before and I didn't want to leave her alone. I didn't know for sure what － it just seemed there should be more to sex than a few hasty jabs and a quick explosion.Īt that time I was living with my mother. Even when I hooked up with a hot number, something was lacking. When I was 20, most of my time was spent chasing girls or trying to figure out what to do with them once I'd caught them.

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