STORY 9

Your special day is coming up, isn't it?” The gorgeous, mature woman asked.

“Is it?” The young man, Harry, replied.

The MILF was, of course, talking to her stepdaughter's boyfriend. Harry and Gwen had been dating for quite some time leading up to their first day of college. Though the two had never gone beyond a little peck on the cheek or accidental feel-up when they bumped against each other in a tight space. The kind of place that Harry desperately wanted to ram his fitfully throbbing cock!

“Yes, you and Gwen will be heading off to school – saying goodbye to her old nag of a mother!”

“Oh, stop it mom!” Gwen laughed, swatting her stepmother in the arm. She wasn't actually related to Nicole, the tasty mother. Gwen's father had remarried the woman just a few years ago – but the two girls had grown quite close, so much so in fact, that Gwen had no qualms about referring to her as mom. “I'm sure you'll still find a way to nag me on the phone or spam my e-mail with random crap, as usual.”

“I don't know, Gwenny... not with that attitude!” Nicole smirked, as she leaned in close to Harry. “Maybe I'll just send ol' Harry here a few dirty messages instead.”

“What?!” Harry gasped, nearly tipping over backward in his chair as they sat around the kitchen table. He had scarcely been listening to the conversation at all, but of course... that particular combination of words popped him right back to life. It was difficult for the youthful lad to focus on anything other than the pair of glorious tits seated just on the other side of the table. For what Gwen lacked in the tit department, her stepmother Nicole certainly made up for it! Those wondrous milf boobs... packed so tightly into that shirt, complete with a naughty push-up bra driving the heavenly spheres ever higher! The impeccable cleavage drawing in fanciful Harry's eye... utterly against his will, of course. Or so he'd try to have Gwen believe. Though it wasn't hard to see just how often his gaze would dart back to the lusty mother's chest.

But who could blame him? Gwen, at first, was a bit peeved by the ordeal. Although, as time went on she began to see where the virgin lad was coming from. Nicole did, after all, have a sweet rack! Gwen could admit that much, to herself at least, never to anyone else. And it would be a lie to say that she had not stolen a glance or two at the perfectly proportioned, immaculately shaped breasts. Lord knows Nicole showed them off every second she could! For even though the lady was slightly older, she kept that body in tip-top shape. From the curvy hips to the juicy thighs and that neatly trimmed treat between her thighs! Everything was made to tempt. A true milf in every sense of the word. Her vulpine features could entice any man to do the worst of deeds – and they often thought of performing them on Nicole! She possessed the kind of body which made virgins squirm with delight, rushing off to the nearest restroom so they could rub one out to her image. Harry had done that more than a few times since dating Gwen! Even in the MILF's own bathroom!

It was the time they invited him over for the dinner, and he had spilled juice by accidentally knocking it over while staring Nicole's sizable tits. The stepmother, being the gracious host, had rushed over to clean it up with a towel. The real trouble started when she spun around in front of the young man and then tipped forward, bending over to wipe up the mess – and in doing so, Harry thought of creating an entirely different kind of mess, all over her delectable ass! The MILF had been wearing a pair of tight yoga pants that day. And my god! Everything was visible as she bent over... the skin-tight material hugging seamlessly around her every contour, exposing everything. EVERYTHING! The horny, inexperienced boy caught his first glimpse of her alluring camel toe. The sight of which sent him tearing off the bathroom, barely even excusing himself from the table.

A quick, “Gotta go!” was all he had said.

They figured him for a case of small bladder syndrome – but Gwen had her sneaking suspicion that the attractive cougar had intentionally aroused the lad, just for the fun of it.

And oh my, what fun he did have! Secluding himself away in the nearby bathroom. Locked in there with his massive boner, stiff as a board and ready to fire! Never had he been so stimulated in his life. The splatter of cum erupting from his cock and coating the nearby bra of Nicole's (which had been left there from earlier in the evening) was the best orgasm of his life, up until that point, of course. It's not worth mentioning what lengths he went to to conceal his little taboo act of love in the MILF's bathroom... but it was quite inventive, dirty, and oh so satisfying to say the least.

But back at the house, Nicole resumed her sordid conversation.

“Yeah, how about a message or two, Harry?” She nudged him in the ribs with a dainty hand. “What do you kids call it now? Cybering?

“OH MY GOD MOM!” Gwen shouted, blushing heavily. “Just shut up! Now what are you wanting to know. Yes, we're going to school soon!”

“Oh now honey, calm down...” Nicole laughed, still smiling at Harry. “We're just kidding around, aren't we Harry?”

And with that, the lusty mother glanced down at his crotch – he was sure of it! Harry just knew that she had, indeed, took a peek at the growing erection in his pants. As if inspecting her dirty work, and yep, sure enough... the young man did not disappoint! His southern staff perked right up at the idea of doing anything sexual with the bombshell MILF before him.

“I, uh...” He stuttered. “School, yeah? I go to school!”

“Thank you for that enlightening revelation, Harry,” Gwen replied, rolling her eyes.

“Yes, very kind of you to confirm,” Nicole winked. “Now... as I was saying! Since it's your first day of college soon, why don't I take you two to the store and you can pick out a few outfits on me.”

“Try outfits on you?” Harry inquired, quite serious in tone. “What the hell, Harry?” Gwen raised her hands, palms up.

“Oh no, just joking!” He tried to cover. “Yeah that would be great, Nicole. Wouldn't it Gwen?”

“Uh-huh... I bet it would,” his girlfriend eyed him over.

Nicole, on the other hand, found herself smiling quite sinisterly – once more having planted the lewd seed in his mind.

“Great then! I'll get my keys,” Nicole nodded. She then stood up, quite rapidly, causing those impressive tits to jiggle up and down. The push-up bra beneath her shirt straining to hold in the mouth-watering funbags. Harry, meanwhile, did his best to refrain from leaping out of his chair and taking hold of the two feminine spheres and sucking forcefully on the hard nipples, squeezing at the supple flesh. That would have to remain a fantasy... for now.

“Here we are, kiddos!” Nicole laughed, pretending to be the stereotypical soccer mom dropping off the kids at practice. But, her figure was anything but...

And the way Harry had his eyes glued to her plump lips, just wondering what they would look like while wrapped around his meaty shaft.

“Wipe off that drool, Harry!” Gwen shouted. “And mom, quit being such a moron! Don't try to embarrass me... we're not 14 anymore!”

“Oh calm down, honey... Let's have some fun, right Harry?” Nicole winked, and it appeared here to Harry that luscious MILF gave an intentional squeezing together of her elbows, causing the magnificent breasts to press against one another – resulting in a wondrous display of cleavage. The kind of tempting, full, cougar jugs that would drive anyone crazy! The horny virgin didn't stand a chance... he knew it would take every ounce of concentration to refrain from popping a boner right then and there. How could his eager southern staff possibly remain flaccid when that sexy stepmother was right there taunting him!

Especially considering that they'd most likely be perusing through some lingerie racks...