Mature Ffm Novels & Stories

I’d been stuck in this bloody Bolt car since early morning, and my pussy was already throbbing with frustration. At 41 years old, I’m a proper thick British MILF — curvy hips, a fat juicy arse, and a massive pair of 36DD tits that were barely contained by my tight white tank top. Every time I hit the brakes, my hard nipples rubbed against the fabric, making me even wetter. The app pinged. New passenger waiting outside Covent Garden Market. When she climbed into the back seat, my mouth went dry.

I pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm, lost in the sensation. My mummy friend brought the phone closer, propping it up so I could see the screen. “Watch with us,” she urged. The video had shifted to something new—two men entangled, their bodies moving together in raw, passionate ways. Gay p**n, explicit and unfiltered. Cocks sliding into mouths, hands stroking, hips snapping in fervent thrusts. The sight shocked me at first, but combined with Uncle Sam pounding into me from behind, it sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me.

I opened my mouth, closed it, opened it again, and nothing came out—just a strangled sound that wasn't even close to a real response. "Uh... well, he’s... he’s a very private person, Matteo. He likes... business. And he mostly eats... traditional meals. Like, meat. Rare meat." Matteo’s frown deepened. He placed his fork down with a loud clink and looked at me with pure skepticism. "What kind of answer is that? You're his mate, Leah. Why are you answering me like you don't even know the guy? You sound like you read his biography on Wikipedia.”

The sounds of the rain and thunder mixed with the wet noises his fingers made as they fucked her. Jake watched her face the whole time. “That’s it. Feel how wet you are. You’ve been thinking about this cock, haven’t you?” She nodded, too turned on to lie. “Yes… I have.” He added a third finger, stretching her. The pressure built fast. Mira’s legs started to tremble. She grabbed the sheets, her knuckles turning white.

I rolled away a little more so he could reach the keyboard and watched as he scrolled through the different categories the site offered. I read where he stopped. "Milf's?" "Yup," Chris nodded, as he clicked on it. "Older women Matt, they are the way to go." I watched the site come up and looked at the various videos. "Yeah, but I mean they're old," I laughed. "They're like Mom's age." "But they know how to fuck man!" Chris exclaimed. "They been around and know what they love, and ain't shy about it, that's what you want isn't it?"

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***Mature content*** Ema's pov - It's been more than a week but those memories are as fresh as a new budding flower. It wasn't some loving memory nor was it one to behold as but still it still manages to send a tickle on me. That mere moment with him being bare naked and me lying beneath me sends jolt sparks through me as closing my eyes and recall how his hands moved against my body and then he fucked me till no end. Damn!! Ahmm, a moan escapes through my lips as the whole scenario itself manages to turn me on and make me horny.

With her free hand she gestured up and down her naked body, and went on, "Maybe this old mom-body with sagging tits and big ass won't be quite what Bobby had in mind in his MILF fantasy." "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that!" Melissa replied. "I'm not saying that you're old or anything, Mom, but Bobby is really turned on by mature women. We've watched p**n where there's been a MILF with a body not half as good as yours, and it was obvious how hot he thought she was."

Bio: “Your favorite MILF next door with a breeding fetish. Cum play with me, daddy. Exclusive vids, customs, and more. No PPV for my loyal breeders.” Breeding fetish? What the fuck? I scrolled, breath shallow. Thumbnails of videos: “Breeding My Step-Bro,” “Creampie Compilation,” “Impregnate Me POV.” My dick twitched despite the shock. This was her? My future sister-in-law? I clicked a preview clip before I could stop myself. Sam on screen, naked except for thigh-high stockings, on all fours. A guy behind her—faceless, just a cock—pounding away. Her moans were the same ones I heard through the walls, but dirtier. “Fill me up, baby. Breed this tight pussy. Make me yours.”