Gf mom incest sex stories 69 (milf) Their guy friends called me a milf, and then I became a little obsessed with him.

Before I tell you this shady and maybe even taboo story, let me give you some background on myself and my life. First, I’m a single mom with a beautiful daughter. I don’t get out much outside of work, and since my daughter has moved out, I’m not around as much fun, gossip, and excitement.

Everyone my age is so married that they only want to do things with their partners. I’m always the only single person at events with married friends, which is really boring.

That feeling of being young at heart has always been a part of me. I love being young and being around new and famous things. I like brand-new music, keep up with the latest styles and celebrities, and know my way around a few clubs.

It’s been hard to keep up with everything since my daughter moved out on her own, but I do it. I love it when she comes to visit and tells me all about the boy drama and news. I love how it makes me feel so young.

My daughter and her friends spent the day with us by the pool. Gf mom incest sex stories (milf)

My daughter lives not too far away, but she shares an apartment with a bunch of her friends. Every once in a while, her friends come over to my house for a day or two to get some space and sun.

They all like to hang out at my pool, which has a big deck. When she’s with friends, I love it because I hear twice as much talk.

This time, she told me that there were both girls and boys, and that they were all coming over for dinner before going to a party. I was so happy! I was wearing a brand-new bright pink bikini and wedge shoes that I had bought the day before. I knew her girlfriends would compliment me on it, because I love it when they think I’m cool and easygoing, but I didn’t think it would go as far as it did.

I feel a little bad admitting that this happened, even though it was the best thing that had ever happened to me (probably since I was in my early 20s). But I turned into that mean mom who hung out with one of her daughter’s friends.

I never meant to be that way, but when the only guys you see at work are fat and bald, seeing a fit, muscular man can knock you out, trust me.

What I did to mess up one of my daughter’s friends

I should say that this isn’t my daughter’s boyfriend or a guy she was trying to get with. I would never do something like that. She already has a boyfriend, and it was one of his friends who knows my daughter but isn’t dating her.

That’s all I had to say to make things clear!

What took place…

I greeted them all when they got there, and to my surprise, there were two new faces. They were both gorgeous, muscular, frat boy types, but what shocked me the most was that they talked to me with respect and love.

They both told me how hot I looked in my new bikini while the girls swarmed around me, which made me blush. Both of them kept asking if they could help me with anything once everyone was outside enjoying the sun. I was pleased by how nice they were, and I fell in love when the guy I hooked up with helped me make food and cook for everyone.

He flirted with me a lot. At first, I thought I was dreaming things, but he would brush my arm as he walked by, wink at me, and look into my eyes, making it clear that I was interested in him.

As soon as we were done eating, I saw him jump into the pool. The water made his hair wet and stuck to his face, which made him look carefree and like a child. He was so hot, and as I admired him, he smiled and looked back at me. Later, he asked me if I was single. When I told him I had a bad history with guys, he smiled softly.

I think I forgot to breathe when he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. We were getting more and more angry with each other, and I was sure that someone would say something.

He helped me clean up the table and then followed me to the kitchen to flirt with me even more. I asked him for his number, but he didn’t want it to be awkward, so he set me up so I could say no. I thought I shouldn’t take it, and I didn’t want to make my daughter look bad, so I went to say no. But he told me with a glint in his eye that it was our secret, so I gave him my number, and butterflies went through my body.

They went to their party.

As soon as they left, I was alone, still in my bikini, staring at the ceiling. I didn’t know what had happened, but I was feeling very excited just thinking about him. I wondered if he really liked me, and I was hoping he would text me to let me know I wasn’t making up the sexual tension between us. My phone rang, and it was him. I sat there there.

Whenever we texted, he told me how much he missed me and how he couldn’t stop thinking about me since he had left. When things got too sexy, I told him I couldn’t keep texting because I didn’t want anyone to find out. His attention was drawn to my fears, and he promised to see me in twenty minutes. He was leaving the party to see me.

I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I was scared for him to come back, but I was so excited about being alone with him.

He showed up at my house.

He finally showed up after a short wait. His red face showed that he had been thinking the same bad things I was.

Being alone made it easier to flirt and talk. I pretended I wasn’t going to let him fuck me, which made him more interested. We talked, drank, and listened to music while sitting next to each other. He stroked my leg as we kissed slowly and passionately, and then I couldn’t stay away from him any longer.

He pulled me onto his lap, and as we slowly kissed, our desire for each other came out. As I straddled him, his hands moved all over my body and squeezed my hips hard. His hard cock pressed against my hole through my bikini, making my skin burn with desire.

I haven’t been with a man like this in years.

As we took off our clothes, we both lost ourselves in the moment and forgot all about our worries.

He took off my bikini and kissed me all over, telling me how good I looked as he sucked sweetly on my hard nipples. As he touched me, his fingers went between my legs and pushed their way inside me. I let out a loud gasp and moan because I felt his fingers going through me and soaking up my sweat.

He laid back on the couch and pulled his pants down. I eagerly sucked him; his cock was big and hard, and as I tasted it, I moaned at the feeling of his manhood throbbing in my throat. It had been a long time since I had felt this, and I could feel my pussy throbbing with excitement.

He slowly opened my legs and kissed my neck as he pressed his cock against my opening. I begged him to fuck me as he got closer and closer to my hole and finally slid inside of me. It was great to feel a real cock again after a while of having a fake. I let out a loud gasp and grumble. As he pumped inside me, I ran my nails down his strong back and sunk them into his skin. The veins in his neck popped out as he fucked me hard.

He was very strong, and he knew how to make me happy by cocking his body just right to hit my G-spot. As we fucked, he rubbed my clit, and I did everything he said.

I was wrong to think that having sex with a younger man would be upsetting because he wouldn’t know how to make a woman happy. He only cared about making me happy,

which is something no other guy has ever done. He made sure I was having a great time and wanted me to cum. He wasn’t just there to fuck me, he was there to blow my mind. He fucked me like he was going to never fuck again. It was both soft and rough.

I knew I was going to go to the bathroom because I could feel the muscles in my pussy getting tighter as he pumped deep inside me. He pushed me and whispered sweet things in my ear as I burst on his cock.

My body was alive with desire as I came hard. He licked my pussy from my hole and then filled me up with his own seed. He pumped hard and deep inside me, and I felt his cock throb as his cum dripped into my pussy. I was on cloud nine.

I usually go to bed at 11 p.m.

We talked, fucked, drank, and even took a shower together all night. It made me feel 10 years younger, and I can’t get him out of my mind. I’m not even kidding when I say it made me a little obsessed with him.

That night, I fucked so much that my pussy hurt the next day, but it was so worth it. He stayed in my bed, and when we finally went to sleep, we cuddled. When I woke up, his boner was pushing against my back, so I had to do something about it!

What We Left Behind

After we slept and fucked one last time, he left in the afternoon of the next day. Once the excitement wore off, I did feel a little uneasy, but he told me that he loved me very much and would be back.

I don’t want my daughter to know what we did, but I think she already does. He has been coming over for sleepovers most weekends, and we hook up once a week.

He really gets me excited. Our sex was the best I’ve ever had, and I feel like I have a friendship with him. We have to keep it a secret, though, so no one else will ever know.

Although I’d like to say that you shouldn’t do this because it feels a little wrong, there is nothing better than being fucked by him. I wish I could tell any women 40 or older who are thinking about fucking someone much younger not to do it, but I can’t because I would then be contradicting myself.

Here I was going to give more information about our sex life and our secret,