The MILF Who Became My Pimp [mF][MILF]

I had just graduated from college and was days away from homelessness when my best friend, Jackson asked his mom if I could temporarily move into their four bedroom house with the two of them. She said yes. Thank God for Mrs. Murphy.

Mrs. Murphy is a total MILF. A petite blonde divorcee, she’s a young looking mom, having had Jackson when she was eighteen. With glittering blue eyes, tennis toned legs and great tits, she’s a bundle energy. Her body makes jaws drop and she proudly exhibits it running errands in skimpy tennis skirts.

One afternoon, Mrs. Murphy was lounging out by the pool in a pink bathing suit looking perfect like a spoiled housewife. I’d just waken up from a night out. I poured myself some coffee then watched Mrs. Murphy from the kitchen window as she got onto all fours to straighten her beach towel before lying down on her back. Her ass cheeks peeked from the bikini bottoms. Not having been laid in weeks, I wanted to spread her cheeks apart and slide in my dick. My dick twitched in my shorts and I waited for my dick to go down before joining her outside.

“Good morning,” I said, sitting beside her.

“It’s noon. Here, earn your keep.”

She handed me the suntan oil. I squirted oil onto her back, massaging it into her slim shoulders.

“That feels so good,” she moaned.

She turned over, her breasts jiggling under her bikini top as she settled onto the lounge. I wanted to lick the perspiration beading between her breasts. She caught sight of my hard-on before it registered with me that I had one.

“Well,” she said, staring at it as she sat up.

“Sorry,” I said, trying to fold it down.

“Don’t be.”

Her hand went for my cock, stroking it as it tented under my shorts. I was so horny, I wanted her. I leaned in and kissed her lips. My shadow covered her as I crawled on top of her sweaty body now completely under mine. Her hands went for my chest and I thought she was stopping me but they draped around my neck as I kissed her. My fingers drifted down from her tits to her bikini bottoms where I fingered my way into her bottoms. She spread her legs ever so slightly. She was wet and moaned under my touch. I freed Hardsmith. She broke away from kissing and looked down at my hard and swollen cock.

“My, you are packing,” she said.

“Uh huh.”

She wrapped a hand around it, stroking up and down. I started to move over her again thinking she would guide me into her but she let go.

“Not here,” she said.

We got up and she led me to the patio. I opened the door to go inside but she stopped me.

“Not on the couch. We’ll get oil all over it.”

I couldn’t wait. I spun her around and shoved her against her built-in bar-b-cue and ripped those bikini bottoms down to her knees. Her ass was tight and barely bounced when I slapped it.

She said, “Yeah, baby, you know what I like.”

She hung on to the flagstone counter as I slid my stiff one up her tight snatch, moaning as she arched her ass higher, urging me to go deeper. I just kept shoving myself up her, my fingers slipping as they gripped her oiled hips. She was so hot, literally, her skin warm from sunbathing. I cupped up against her cheeks, bucking upwards into her tight hole. She flung her head back.

“Oh, fuck me!” she cried.

My mouth went for her neck, my chest sliding against her oily back. Her mouth was open in a silent O as my hand groped her tits. I was all over her, pressing her against the ledge as I fucked her cunt, her toes leaving the ground with each thrust.

I said, “Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

I started to pull out and she said, “Cum inside me. I want you to cum inside me.”

That’s all I needed to here. I pumped inside her, sweat dripping from me like a madman.

“Oh,” she said. “Oh, oh, fuck!”

I felt her cunt tighten as she came, her knees buckling as my arm, around her waist, held her up. My cock exploded in warm muscled spasms. I looked down to see it splooges out of her hole. I don’t know how long I held her in place, both of sliding and heaving against each other, but I withdrew, and stumbled back against the bar-b-que. She stumbled to a chair and flopped down. I pulled up my shorts and joined her.

Still breathing hard, she said, “You could get paid doing this. I know some women in the ladies’ auxiliary who need a good fucking. Maybe they wouldn’t be so bitchy.”

I said, “You like the idea of being a pimp, don’t you?”

“No. I’m interested on having something on these sanctimonious bitches. Just to look at them in church and know they paid for sex, for the services of my boy. You get money and gifts. And I get leverage. Just tell me everything; every dirty little secret they have, every dirty detail.”

Three weeks later, she set me up with my first date.

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