Mrs. Riley’s room for rent [MF] [MILF]

> Here’s a story I wrote for another Redditor based on input on a story: [https://www.reddit.com/user/ladystoryteller/comments/iuahs5/mrs_rileys_room_for_rent/](https://www.reddit.com/user/ladystoryteller/comments/iuahs5/mrs_rileys_room_for_rent/)

Jean Riley worked late nights. It was the standard routine as a single mom. Her children, Claire and Peter, waited patiently into the evening for her to come home. It wouldn’t be this way, except for the fact that her husband left her and the kids suddenly…just disappeared into thin air one random day.

Guilt-ridden, Jean has not done much to improve her family situation nor her own personal life. Work was her only way to justify her existence, earning enough money to provide her two children with what they need in life. Despite her commitment, she was still falling behind with expenses. Those private school tuition bills, the fancy toys, and everything else demanded by growing teenagers. How did Jean Riley, a previously happy woman, become a 45yo with no prospects or future?

When Jean finally got home at 9PM, she found Peter already asleep on the couch and Claire washing the dishes from a dinner she made for the two of them. Jean was disappointed in herself for yet again letting the kids parent themselves.

“I’m sorry, honey. I really wanted to get home earlier,” Jean quietly told Claire.

“Don’t worry. It’s not a big deal.” It was hard to ever tell if Claire is being sarcastic at her age. She then added, “But mom, I have an idea. I looked up Airbnb and they do pay fairly well if we put up a room for rent. My friend, Jessie and her parents listed a room on there and they are making like $500 a month just renting on the weekends.”

Jean was surprised to hear about this, but replied, “Umm…but who’s room are we going to rent? It’s not like we live in a big house.”

“Don’t worry…maybe on the nights we rent out, I can sleep in Peter’s room. Or maybe on those nights, I can sleep over at Jessie’s.”

“Oh, I see…now is this just a plan so you can end up being out the house more?” Jean jokingly replies.

“Mom, let’s do this…it’s a big way to supplement money. You’ll get a breather.”

Jean hated it when a child makes more sense and knows more about money than she does. A grown woman taking advice from her own daughter. Reluctantly, she agrees to Claire’s plan and permitted her to create a listing for the spare room.

On the next day around lunch time, Claire sends a text message to her mom:

“LOOK, OUR FIRST BOOKING! GOT HIM COMING THIS WEEKEND FOR $100/NIGHT. SEAN J. FROM CA.”

Jean, despite working through her lunch break, typed back:

“GOOD WORK SWEETIE. BETTER CLEAN THAT ROOM UP FOR GUEST. TTYL”

Friday couldn’t come soon enough. Claire masterminded the whole thing and immediately got home to wait for the arrival of the new Airbnb guest. She had already gotten Jessie to agree for a sleepover that weekend, so it was going to work out perfectly. Peter, who was ambivalent about everything, planned on staying in his room the entire time.

The door bell rang promptly at 3PM, the proposed check-in time. Claire eagerly opened the door and there he was, Sean J. from California. He turned out to a lot younger than she was expecting, maybe someone in college or graduate school.

“Hello, sir…welcome to our home. How was your trip getting here?”

Sean, who was rather shy, replied, “Oh, not too bad. It was a 4-hour drive. Damn, I really have to use the bathroom…may I?”

Both embarrassed, Claire took his small rolling suitcase and showed him to the bathroom on the second floor. While he has taking care of business, Claire put his luggage into her room…well, his room for the weekend.

After the toilet flushed and the sink went on briefly, Sean came out and met Claire in her room. He looked around the tiny bedroom and ask, “So, is this it?”

Claire excitedly responded, “Yes, this beautiful, cozy room will yours. I hope you enjoy it.”

Sean didn’t mind the accommodations, but questioned, “Can I just ask, aren’t you a little bit young to be hosting on Airbnb?”

She laughed upon hearing his question and blurted, “No, I’m not the owner. That would be my mom. She’ll be back later in the night. She can take care of anything you need. Until then, you can ask my younger brother, Peter, for any services you need.”

Sean thought the setup was a bit weird, but Claire seemed like a good host already. Yawning rather loudly, he then said, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to take a nap after that long drive. I will be headed out early in the morning to go do some hiking in the national park.”

Claire was ready to get out of there, so she nodded and then whispered, “Okay, enjoy your rest. If you need help, Peter’s in the room next door.”

Sean slept comfortably in Claire’s bed, even though he hadn’t slept in a twin size bed since he was 15yo. The rest was so good that he actually didn’t even wake up until 10PM. When he finally came to, he was surprised how dark it got outside. Still groggy, he left his room and headed downstairs to the kitchen, hoping to get a glass of water.

In the kitchen, the light was on. As he took a glass out of the cupboard, he turned the faucet on for some cold water. As he drank deeply into the refreshing glass of water, he turned around and leaned on the counter, then jolted awake when he saw Jean sitting at the dinner table eating reheated leftovers.

“Umm…hi! You must be Mrs. Riley. Your daughter, Claire, told me you’d be back.”

Jean tried to talk, but choked on the broccoli in her mouth. She got up awkwardly and shook his hand, but as she got closer, her eyes widened as if she saw a wolf or mountain lion. Unbeknownst to Sean, he was pitching a tent in his sweatpants. Morning wood was his curse, but one at 10PM was embarrassing. Jean, who hasn’t seen dick for 2 years, blushed like a virgin school girl. In response, Sean stupidly placed a clear glass in front of his boner, not realizing it would do nothing to hide his giant bulge.

Freaked out, Sean ran back up to his room without saying another word. He couldn’t believe how foolish he looked in front of this mom of 2 kids. She probably thought he was a pervert walking around with a boner.

After an hour of seclusion, Sean finally found the courage to leave the room again. Down in the kitchen, she had left him a slice of apple pie. On a post-it note, it read, “In case you need a snack.” Sean was rather hungry, so he devoured the dessert immediately. Satisfied, he washed the plate and placed it in the drying rack. He then went upstairs to use the bathroom.

Inside, he took a quick piss and then checked himself out in front of the mirror. He looked tired from his drive. He then looked over at the hamper and found a large pair of bras. It must be Jean’s. Curious, he picked up the bras and felt it in his hands. He thought she must have some huge tits considering their size. He resisted inspecting it further and discretely placed them back into the hamper.

As he exited the bathroom, he walked past Jean’s bedroom. Not entirely shut, Sean could see through the open crack that she was changing inside. She was still wearing a bathrobe, but took it off to put on a silk nightie. Sean was turned by on her beautiful body, rather curvy for a mom who gave birth to two kids. He was becoming increasingly aroused by her and again his dick got hard. To avoid getting caught, Sean retreated to his room again.

It was finally midnight. Sean had been laying in bed, unable to think about anything beyond Jean’s naked body. He was so horny. He decided to relieve himself and proceeded to jerk off. Sean’s style of masturbation wasn’t very quiet as he beat his meat with such force that Claire’s bed creeked. It sounded like a couple fucking, bouncing up and down. Rather tone deaf himself, Sean didn’t notice that he was attracting attention from the other residents of the house.

In his mind, Sean fantasized about Jean and how he wanted to lick her nipples. He squeezed his eyes closed so hard just to imagine what that’d feel like to have his tongue on her breast. Sean had this thing for older women, a secret he kept from most people. But now, it seemed like a sexual fantasy to bed Mrs. Riley.

He couldn’t get close to cumming despite his efforts. When he opened his eyes, Jean was in fact looking at him from the door. Jolted out of bed, he pulled up his sweatpants. It couldn’t hide his hard cock. Without words, she entered and locked the door. She then went up to Sean and kissed him. Was this a dream?

Sean felt her tongue deep in his mouth. He touched her wonderful breasts, naturally large and soft. He then moved his hand down to her crotch. Jean moaned as it was the first time she’d been touched by a man in years. She quickly undressed and then pulls Sean’s clothes off too. She couldn’t resist how this handsome young man has walked into her home. It became an instant attraction between the two.

She knelt down to taste Sean’s hard cock. It reminded her of how much she liked sucking dick. Her ex-husband had a nice big one, but Sean’s seemed to be bigger and thicker. It also didn’t hurt that Sean was a young man in his prime. His tight, athletic body was what she dreamed about. She forcefully deepthroated his cock, revealing how great she was at sex. Sean, unprepared for her experience and prowess in the bedroom, threw his head back in joy. It was the best head he has ever gotten.

Not even letting a second pass longer, he then bent her over the bed. He fucked her from behind, penetrating her with such force. Jean, fully aware her son is on the other side of the wall, muffled her screams into a pillow. She was being pounded like a cheap slut and it was everything she wanted and needed right now.

Sean tried to keep the noise down too, but the slick sounds of his cock slipping in and out of her wet pussy made it difficult for both to keep quiet. His large low-hanging balls would slap her as he pounded her back and forth. The low sounds of silent fucking was rather erotic, considering how this young man was fucking a highly desirable MILF.

Having not been fucked in so long, Jean naturally couldn’t hold it any longer. She squirted with him still inside her, the resulting flood further lubricating his cock for fucking. He’s never had a woman squirt before; that fact further aroused him to the point that he couldn’t hold back his load.

He busted in her, a load that was perhaps 3x normal. He had never been so turned on and the size of the load was evidence of how Mrs. Riley was more woman than he could handle.

Jean, exhausted by the whole affair, put her clothes back on. She gave him a kiss on the forehead, a rather unusual way to kiss a man who just plowed her. She then sneaked back into her room quietly.

Sean, blown away by this unexpected turn of events, laid in Claire’s bed. At least now he’s tired enough to get back to sleep. Within minutes, he dozed off.

The next morning, Sean woke up and dressed for hiking. He went down to the kitchen and Peter was eating a bowl of cereal. He greeted Sean and then poured him a glass of orange juice. Sean joined Peter at the table, checking his phone for the route to the park.

Peter then muttered, “So, you banged my mom last night, right?”

Sean choked on his orange juice and it spilled on the screen of his phone. He thought he shouldn’t dignify that with a response and simply ran out the door to his car. Peter just took another bite of cereal.

A few minutes later, Jean shows up in the kitchen. She happily greets him, “Good morning, Peter!”

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