The Year I [F] Realized I am a MILF (Part 1/3)

2019 (the last normal year) was the year I realized I am a MILF. I should have realized this a lot earlier. I was 37-38 with two kids. I was far closer to 40 than 30! And still my age caught me by surprise. Physically my body knew it was getting older. I was now that “Pixar mom with the dumptruck ass”. The weight from my second pregnancy had gone straight to my butt and thighs. I was lucky that my red hair was mostly free from gray hairs! But I was looking older. I wore my glasses most of the time. My breasts aren’t as gravity defying as they used to be! I like to keep fit so my stomach is mostly trimmed but my butt is only getting more jiggly. Much to Mark’s delight.

So I knew I was getting older. But I still felt young. Mentally I felt just as mature at 28 as I did at 38. And by that I mean I can be very immature! I am a youthful spirit! Nowhere is this more clear than the tribal world of the elementary school pickup. If you don’t have kids you might not know that there are tribes. There are the fiercely independent and aloof dads. There are the yummy mamas. These are the women who had kids young. They are still in their 20s. And then there are the MAMs. Middle aged mothers. If I acted my age I should have been a MAM. But I spent all my time with the yummy mamas. I liked their company. They liked mine. We were friends! And yummy mamas aren’t MILFS! They’re too young! But I was not.

There were three events in 2019 that made me realize I was a MILF.

The first one involved my love of soccer! You didn’t think that I wasn’t going to sign up my daughter for soccer?! I was there in an instant. And so I became a soccer mom. My little girl loved it too and when she was 6 she had a lovely young man for a coach. We’ll call him Luke. Luke was the son of a teacher at the local school. In his early 20s. This was a little job he had on the side. He was great with the kids! Naturally there were some dads who also took charge. Helped with training. And refereeing. Even though I had like a decade plus of actual playing experience I didn’t intrude. I was just one of the moms on the sidelines. My usual outfit for those mornings were a nice black puffer coat over my top and a pair of jeans that always hugged my butt a little too tightly (I can’t find loose jeans ever!). Now I’m not blind. I knew some of the dads (and a mom or two!) stared at my butt. But I never cared. I’m more flattered than offended. But I also caught Luke looking a few times. I didn’t think of this as him checking out a MILF. Just me. A still young woman. Ha!

But things progressed halfway through the season. The dad who helped with training had to stop. Work or something. And Luke needed an assistant. No one else volunteered so I did! And that’s how I ended up setting up cones and trying to herd a bunch of 6 years old who don’t really understand the rules but just want to kick the ball as much as possible. Because I didn’t know I was needed until I arrived I’m still in my jeans. Not the most comfortable option for running around. So for the next session I turn up in a pair of black leggings. I check that you can’t see my underwear in them before leaving the house! But they’re still sculpted to my jiggly butt. But I’m so much more comfortable and I have so much fun teaching the kids. I see Luke staring at me now and then but there’s no harm in that.

Except on the drive home it’s me and my 6 year old daughter in the car. She’s looking deep in thought. Our little philosopher. And then she says: did you know Luke was looking at your butt? I nearly crash the car. I laugh it off and say she’s got an imagination and she mustn’t say things like that around other people. I realize now this was a bad answer. Because she knows he was looking. So now she’s more indignant and it bites me on the butt at dinner time that evening. She looks at Mark and says: Daddy. My soccer coach was looking at Mommy’s butt! Oh my God. Thanks for that, honey. Mark however just looks at me like he’s going to wet himself laughing. Is that so, he says. Our little girl nods: he was! And I thought only you were allowed to look at Mommy’s butt! Oh God. What is happening!? But Mark is a very open parent and always one looking for an opportunity to teach important lessons. So he says: no, only I’m allowed to touch Mommy’s butt, and only if Mommy wants me to. Look at my smart husband teaching about consent. Except he’s an idiot. Because our little girl now has a new question: why would Mommy want you to touch her butt?

Mark, you idiot. Fortunately we are all saved by our 2 year old who has been listening intently and wants to offer her opinion: BUTTS. My dining room is now just filled with a small child giggling while yelling the word BUTTS over and over. This is the life of a parent. But it distracts our eldest from her questioning.

That night once our kids are both asleep he looks at me with a smirk. So, you got a new boytoy huh? I slap him on the arm and we get into bed. I forget the whole thing. I thought Mark did too. But then that weekend I drop our kids off at my parents for the day and come back home to find Mark waiting for me in the bedroom. He looks at me with another smirk and then he says: Mrs Sally thank you for coming. I need to talk about your daughter. She’s not going to make the team.

It takes me a second to realize what he’s talking about. Then it clicks. We’ve always liked roleplay. So I play along and beg for the coach to give her a second chance. Mark says he really can’t. I say I’ll do anything. And Mark then smirks again: anything? I nod pretending I’m desperate. I can tell he’s getting off on the power. He says: okay Mrs Sally. Suck my cock.

And so I kneel on our bedroom floor and pulls down my husband’s pants, pretending he’s actually the young soccer coach. I take him into my mouth. I work my lips up and down his cock. I slide my tongue all over it. I let my cheeks cave in as I suck. I slurp. I lick. I take him as deep as I can go, 3/4 of his cock disappearing into my naughty mouth. His hands disappear into my hair and his hips start to thrust and I continue to suck him off, my lips now sliding up and down quicker and quicker. He groans and tells me to stop before he cums.

I look up at him all wide-eyed and innocent: surely a young man like you can get it up for me straight away again? Mark laughs. You little bitch. He slaps me playfully across my face with his wet cock. Ok. I deserve that. He then says that I need to learn some respect. Before I know it I’m bent over my bed and my pants are peeled down to my knees, my naked butt in the air. SMACK. Oh God. It’s been so long since I’ve been spanked properly (it’s very loud and hard to do with kids in the house!). My moans only fuel Mark. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. My butt is jiggling and bouncing. I’m moaning. Mark knows exactly how to spank me. Not too hard to leave bruises. Just hard enough that my white butt goes a little pink. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. I honestly think I might cum from this alone. I am so fucking wet.

Mark doesn’t pass up the opportunity. His cock disappears inside me in a single thrust. I’m so hot and wet and open to him. He doesn’t need to wait. He just starts fucking me. Now his hips are spanking me as he fucks me, bent over the bed. What’s different than usual is he’s still in character. He starts saying all these dirty things: oh Mrs Sally, you’re so fucking wet for me. Yeah you like that young cock? Mmm fuck, so fucking tight for a MILF. I’ve wanted this MILFY ass for so long. Smack! It doesn’t take long for me to cum and for Mark to follow soon after. But his words are floating around my head as we lay together panting on the bed. MILF. MILFY.

I ask him if I’m a MILF. Mark’s response is to laugh for a good minute. Of course I’m a fucking milf, he says. What else did you think you were. You’re a mom. In her 30s. That’s prime MILF material. I don’t know why it surprises me to learn that. I don’t know why it excites me. But after a vigorous handjob to get him hard again I ride Mark enthusiastically. He makes sure to give my breasts their fair share of attention before his thumb finds my clit and I find heaven.

At the next soccer training I find Luke keeping his distance. I don’t think much of it but then it happens again. And again. And then I panic. I wouldn’t have put it past my daughter to march up to him and say: YOU CANNOT LOOK AT MY MOMMY’S BUTT! So I get one of my yummy mamas friends to take Sally back to the car while I go and talk to him. He’s shy at first. Doesn’t want to talk. But I get the truth out of him. Apparently someone (a MAM if I wanted to bet on it!) laid a complaint about him. Said he was too familiar with some of the parents. They didn’t like how he looked at them. He actually thought it was me who did it! I felt so bad for him. I reassure him that no I didn’t file the complaint and it was probably some stuck up bitch. That makes him feel better. I also tell him that while I’m a happily married woman and I don’t want him getting any ideas. I also don’t mind him looking every now and then. When no one else can see him.

The smartass says: no one can see me now?

I laugh and says he’s right. And then I point out I need to tie my sneakers. And right there and then I bend over in front of Luke, my butt in the air, my leggings tight against my juicy cheeks as I tie my sneakers. He’s bright red and covering his lower half as I say goodbye and walk back to the car. I’m such a naughty MILF.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oafh3k/the_year_i_f_realized_i_am_a_milf_part_13