Milf Novels & Stories

Her completely soaked silk panties were the only barrier left between them. Isabella moaned like a bitch in heat, arching her back as his mouth attacked her tits again, sucking one stiff nipple deep into his hot mouth while his curious fingers twisted the other. Her pussy clenched, dripping wet, while every forbidden fantasy she had buried exploded to the surface. The careful walls she had spent the past years building shattered in one brutal surge, leaving her naked, shaking, and begging for whatever he was willing to give her.

“Tell me.” “Umm..., well there were some times when you arrived late and seemed to be a little tired. On a couple of occasions you fell asleep on the couch and I kind of looked up your skirt. I told my friends what I did and said that you were my MILF.” Millie laughed, but Sean noticed that she moved closer so that her arm touched against his. “I wasn’t exactly a mother at the time so could hardly be a MILF.” “Yeah I know that...,” Sean replied. “Do you have any kids now?” “One daughter,” Millie replied.

♠︎♠︎♠︎ Mr Williams POV: I lose myself in her tight warm pussy. Slick with her creamy juices. She feels incredible, tightly wrapped around me like this. Her silky soft skin gives way under my touch and I can't get enough of her. She is so fucking beautiful, arched back against me like this, golden hair splayed over her face and bare full breasts. God! I fucking love her. I can't believe I hadn't realized this a long time ago. Thank God my son opened my eyes. I don't care what anyone says, I have got mila forever.

He leaned closer to the screen, like he could smell her—musk and expensive perfume. Milo unzipped fully now, cock out and heavy in his palm. Thicker than Rex's, but shorter. He spat into his hand—wet schlick—and pumped in time with the robot's thrusts. "Watch her tits bounce. Clamps from earlier? Still red." His free hand gripped the desk edge, knuckles white. The chat window popped up on his second monitor—ghost of the dead stream, frozen at 12,347 viewers. VIP_69: "More squirt next time."

Toward the smoke rising in the distance, where the sounds of gunfire and explosions still echoed. One of Milo's abilities is blood manipulation. She could control the blood inside living bodies, and through that control, she could control the bodies themselves. It was a deadly ability, one that had only been used once before, years ago, when Milo had accidentally stopped a animal's heart during one of her outbursts. She had been so frightened afterward that she had refused to ever use it again. She had made me promise to help her bury that power deep where it could not hurt anyone. But now she had to use it to save us.

The sun didn’t rise for Milo; it merely suggested itself through the sheer, cream-colored curtains of his bedroom. Milo sat at the edge of his bed, his toes curling into the plush white rug. He looked down at himself, a sight that usually brought a flush of heat to his cheeks. Even in a simple oversized sleep shirt, he couldn't hide the way his body was built. His skin was pale, almost translucent like fine bone china, and beneath the fabric, his hips flared into soft, wide curves that felt entirely too feminine for a boy of nineteen. His "feminine" face stared back at him from the vanity mirror—big, doe-like brown eyes framed by lashes that were too long, and hair that was a chocolate-color

Dana looking down at her pet asked, "Does my MILF slut want to be fucked?" Being called a MILF flattered Jasmine and the egg buzzing in her cunt for an eternity had her eager to come. "Yes, Mistress, I would love you to fuck your slut." Dana loved her pet calling herself names as she reached down and pulled the egg out from her pet. "Clean it off my slut, it is soaking wet with your cunt juice." Jasmine opened her mouth and cleaned her own juices, something else she had never did before, other than from her own finger. Surprisingly, my own taste was salty sweet and she knew she would be tasting herself more when alone at night w

(Chapter contains mature content. No one under 18 is allowed.) Mila’s POV The dirty words acted like gasoline. I was burning up. My p**sy clenched around him, milking him, trying to drag him deeper. “I am gonna c*m!” I sobbed. “Please, I am close!” He didn't slow down. He sped up. He let go of my throat and reached down between our sweating bodies, his thumb finding my swollen clit. He mashed it ruthlessly while he pounded into me.

There were men and women both old and young, each of them here for the same reason. Sex addiction. Or so we were told. I watched with interest as Mila stood up. She was a Russian girl who had just immigrated to the US and came to the meetings to appease her partner who had no way of keeping up with her and told her she had a problem. She was round, not thin like most girls; she is what you would call a lady. She had deep sexy eyes that I knew contains a keg of dynamite that would go off the moment a fuse make contact.

"I'm not a fucking nun, Kyliano. I've watched p**n a number of times, and I have brothers." My jaw tightened. "Your brothers?" "Yes, my brothers. The same people I grew up with. Do you want me to introduce you?" "Don't be a smartass." "Then don't ask stupid questions." I stared at her. She stared right back, acting as though peace were a personal insult. I shook my head. I decided not to dignify that with a response. "My turn." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Let's hear it, future Don." I looked directly at her. "Do you know that a woman can orgasm merely by having her nipples stimulated?"