My girlfriend’s MILF mom — aka Why Dani won’t talk to me anymore [mF] [fuckin’]

She cheated on me, that bitch. I slam Dani’s bedroom door and storm down the hall. She’s crying, but I head downstairs to get out of the house. I’m almost to the front door when her mom calls to me from the living room.

“Ben, what’s going on?” she hollers.

I don’t want to get to talk about this, especially not with her. “Nothing, Mrs Tyler. I’m taking off.” I’m shouting loud enough for Dani to hear. Let her be the one to explain this to her mom.

“Come here, Ben, talk to me,” Mrs Tyler says.

I want nothing more than to leave. But Mrs Tyler, well, she’s a MILF. And I’ve just noticed that she’s wearing nothing but a sports bra and yoga pants. And because of this, and since I won’t be coming around here anymore, I head into the living room and sit down on the couch next to Mrs Tyler.

Now, Dani’s tits are solid, they’re pretty much the reason I was (until a few moments ago) dating her. But her mom’s, well, they’re frickin’ huge. Ever since Dani first came to our school, the nature and specifics of her mom’s tits have been the subject of intense debate and speculation among the boys in my grade. I’ve always maintained that they were fake, not because I’m an expert, but because the debates were a passable excuse to discuss tits. Then Dani went and grew a decent pair, and the debate over her mom’s tits only escalated. All this discussion is despite Mrs Tyler’s tits being always hidden away behind modest outfits. My friends and I have gone to ridiculous, stupid lengths to catch a glimpse of Mrs Tyler’s rack — one of my buddies even took a job at the gym she goes to — but never with any success.

Then I started dating her daughter, and when Dani finally let me pull off her shirt for the first time, I almost came right then. I’ve been loving Dani’s tits ever since, coating coating them regularly with my spunk, losing that is what makes her cheating sting. But somewhere in the back of my head, where ridiculous fantasies live, her mom has always been the grand prize, has never stopped drawing my horny gaze.

So even though right now I want nothing more than to get the fuck out of Dani’s house, a chance to get close to her mom wearing the most revealing clothes I’ve ever seen her in… well it’s literally the only thing that could keep me here.

“Ben..? Hello, Ben?” Mrs Tyler is saying.

I realize she asked me something. I guess I missed it while thinking about my relationship with her tits. I blush. “Err, sorry Mrs T,” I say, “I guess I’m a little distracted.”

“Oh, it’s ok, I know how big this teenage drama can seem when you’re in the thick of it,” she says, “But it sounded like you and Dani were having a… ‘disagreement,’” she pauses, then continues delicately, “It sounded like maybe you were breaking up.”

The plain dark gray of Mrs Tyler’s sports bra contrasts against her tanned skin. The bra has a thick hem line outlining the edges of the fabric. There’s a stitched seam running down the side, where the material from the back is joined to that beginning its snug stretch over and around the swell of her chest. The swell is topped with the slightest hint of twin rises, announcing to the world her nipples. Below her chest, the material is taut, tight around her firm belly, but leaving her midriff exposed. No skin shows above her chest, but between her tits the fabric doesn’t quite reach her skin, as if the bra isn’t designed for tits quite this large.

“I guess, I don’t know,” I say, still distracted.

“She cheated on you, didn’t she?” Mrs Tyler makes a pouted expression.

Oh, right. That. I’m just here for the tits, so I only say, “Yes.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she says, “Is there anything I can do? Do you want me to talk to her?”

Mrs Tyler’s pants match her bra — the same thick hemming, the same gray material — but with a see-through mesh fabric sewed into the side of each leg, giving a glimpse of what her long legs look like when she’s naked. The pants stop at her ankles, and her feet are bare except for pink painted toenails. Fuck, this woman is turning me on.

“Err, no,” I say, “That’s alright, I can handle it myself.”

“You might be handling it yourself from now on,” Mrs Tyler says, hint of a grin on her face.

“Well, I won’t let it drag on,” I say, completely missing the double entendre.

“We’ll sure miss having you around,” she says, “Having a strong young man to help with all the hard chores is something I could get used to.”

Mrs Tyler has long, layered, loosely-curled light brown hair draped over her shoulders. She’s made up like she always is, eyeshadow emphasizing her big eyes, mascara her striking cheeks, lipstick her thick lips. Even up close, the woman looks good, not just for her age, but for any age.

I need to go jerk off. “Well, I’m sure Dani will have another boyfriend again soon,” I start, “Now I gotta be going home–”

“Did my Dani at least take good care of you?” Mrs Tyler cuts me off. She brings her finger to her lips, slowly sliding it along her tongue, into her mouth.

Whoa! What the fuck? “What–”

She cuts me off again, “Don’t play coy with me,” she sounds amused, “You think I don’t see your eyes wandering?”

“Err, uhh, sorry?” I’m stammering, and I feel my cheeks warm with a blush.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Ben,” Mrs Tyler says, “It’s really quite flattering.” She smiles invitingly at me. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Huh?”

“I remember how I felt at your age,” she says, “Back when I was new to feeling horny all of the time. That feeling never really goes away, you know,” she cups her tits in her hands, looks me in the eye, and squeezes them. I try and fail to maintain eye contact. She doesn’t seem to mind, just continues speaking, “We all just learn to live with it in our own ways. Now, has Dani met all of your needs?” She places her hand on my knee, “Or did she leave enough for me?”

I’m nervous and excited and tense all at the same time, looking her in the eye, unsure how my own face reads, but she gives me a lusty smile in return. She squeezes my knee, and I’m already breathing in air by the gulp.

“I want you to relax, Ben,” she says, “Lean back, and let me take care of you.”

I lean back into the couch, hands at my sides, still nervous. Fantasies are one thing, but when they come true, how often does reality hold up? She slowly drags her fingertip up the inside of my thigh, and it sends a shiver through my whole body. I feel my cock twitch, see my shorts rise ever so slightly. Mrs Tyler sees it happen, too, and she makes a delighted sound and her grin widens.

Her fingers don’t slow, they just steadily approach my crotch. My cock is definitely swelling now. It’s taking just about ever reserve of willpower I have in order not to move, not to grab my cock, not to grab her tits, to just remain calm and cool about this whole thing, whatever this thing is. But when her fingers slide over the fabric of my shorts and brush against my growing erection, I groan as my cock twitches again, springing up, the swell becoming a tent.

“Mama’s here for you,” Mrs Tyler says, fingers wrapping around my dick through my shorts, “Mama’s got everything you need.” She starts gently stroking me and I throw my head back. I want this but I never expected it to happen, and I’m just about to lose control. She reaches over with her other hand and, still working through my shorts, cups my balls, then squeezes and toys with them.

“I think these shorts need to come off,” she says, then she gives me a look that makes my heart miss a beat, and asks… no, not asks — she pleads, begs, prays, “Can you do that for me? Strip for me?”

I sure as fuck can, you better fucking believe it. In milliseconds I’ve stood up, pushed my shorts down, and sat back down exactly where I was before, except this time with my heavy cock pointed straight up into the air. I spread my legs to let my balls hang free, and give Mrs Tyler a “S’up” look.

“What a healthy young man you are,” she says as her hand returns to my balls, teasing them, feeling their weight. “And healthy young men need their balls drained regularly. It feels like my poor Dani has been neglecting you!”

I groan as she gives my balls a playful tug. My cock is rock fucking hard, standing thick stiff and tall all on its own. She’s not touching it, but I need to get off. My hand wants to grab it, but through sheer willpower, I force my hand over to her ass instead, and take out my desperation by kneading her butt through her pants. It’s amazingly tight and firm.

She puts her other hand on the base of my cock, thumb on top, index and middle fingers on the bottom, and squeezes just slightly. Seeing my flush crotch getting worked by her fingers, tan, delicate skin with a surprisingly strong grip, is a sight I will never forget even if I live a thousand years. Her fingers start to work their way upwards, but only go partway before turning around and returning to the base of my shaft. They start upwards a second time, going just past before, teasing me, then going back down again.

I am lost in ecstasy, in sexual need. I am staring at Mrs Tyler’s hand on my cock, willing her fingers to go higher, to release me from her teasing, to give me the ultimate pleasure. Mrs Tyler’s grin is ear to ear, she loves the control she has over me, I can see it in her face how much she’s enjoying bringing me to the edge of release, then denying it.

Her fingers slide up and down a third time, a fourth time, a fifth, each getting closer and closer to the sensitive, swollen red head of my shaft. I groan, gripping her ass hard, and I feel her muscles flexing beneath my fingers, strong and toned.

Finally, after what feels like a million hours, Mrs Tyler’s index finger brushes my glans, and I practically convulse in pleasure, a bit of fluid dripping out. She giggles, but slowly builds up pressure and attention on the tip of my cock. She knows I’m close, I’m wriggling and moaning, but she continues to tease me, and I manage to hold back.

Then she grips me with her whole hand, and begins pumping me hard. Her hand on my balls squeezes down, tugging on them in time with her pumping.

“Come on baby, cum for me,” she begs, “I need your hot, teenage cum.”

I fucking lose it. My hand on her tenses, clenching with a vice-like grip on her butt. My whole body tenses, and waves of pleasure send me to heaven. I spray a fountain of cum up into the air. With each subsequent twitch of my cock and balls, another spray erupts. My cum is everywhere, some on me, but mostly on Mrs Tyler’s hand, arm, shirt, pants, hair, face.

“Wow, Ben,” she says, amazed, “Where did all that come from?”

“It was just for you, Mrs T,” I say between breaths. I lay there, in the daze of the afterglow, watching Mrs Tyler try to use her gym towel to clean up. I watch her, still in love with her outfit and the figure beneath, in awe that I just sprayed my sticky cum on it, needing to remember this moment forever.

The only thing that would make this better is… “Hey, Mrs T,” I say. “Can I see your tits?”

“What,” she says, smiling, “You still have more in you? This load was enormous, did I not get all of it?”

I grin at her. “Show me your titties and we’ll find out.”

“Fine,” she rolls her eyes, “This top got all messy, anyway,” And just like that, Mrs Tyler pops her top off and lets her massive tits swing free. Full, firm, soft and smooth, little pink nipples topping each one, there’s no way these are real. But who cares. They’re perfect, they’re everything I dreamed of.

I finally break my gaze to see Mrs Tyler watching me stare at her rack. “You better like them,” she says, “I paid enough for them.” Well, that answers that.

I just keep grinning at her. “Your pants got messy, too,” I say.

Mrs Tyler rolls her eyes at me again, but she pushes her pants down, and now she’s sitting next to me, naked, giving me an expectant look.

“You’re fucking sexy,” I say, then roll over, putting myself between her legs, my face over her crotch. Her pussy is shaved bare and glistening wet. She’s watching me closely, her lips parted. Staring in her eyes, I guide open her legs and sink my tongue to her clit and begin licking away. She’s moaning, loving it, and I push my fingers up inside her, making her moan louder.

Soon she’s at the brink. I can tell because her hands are pushing my face down into her crotch, and her legs are clamped down hard, holding me in place. And she’s moaning “oh fuck” over and over again. I do my best to tease her along as she did me, but she’s greedy and not letting me slow down. So I oblige her, licking away at her swollen clit, tasting her orgasm, until finally, muscles spent, she relaxes back down.

“Goddam, Ben,” she manages between panting breaths, “Dani wasn’t satisfied with you?”

“I ain’t done with you yet,” I say, grabbing Mrs Tyler’s hips and rolling her over, so she’s bent over the couch on her knees. I kneel behind her, my cock hard in my hand, and guide it into her sopping pussy.

“Oh fuck,” Mrs Tyler moans, and I agree. She’s tight and warm and wet, and my cock inside of her is a blissful experience. I put my hands on Mrs Tyler’s hips and pull her down into my thrusts, driving my cock in deep. I can feel her pussy spasming as it takes my thick shaft.

I’m nearly about to cum again when I hear, “Hey, Mom, can I– Oh my god, what the fuck?”

It’s Dani come downstairs. I understand why she’s shocked, obviously, but I don’t care. Having her find me balls deep in her mom is so fucking hot, that even though Mrs Tyler has frozen up, I cum right then, staring Dani in the eye. I groan loudly, and I feel my balls depositing another thick load, this time deep inside Mrs Tyler instead of on her. Dani is in shock, watching wide-eyed as she sees me filling her mother with my semen. “What the fuck,” she repeats.

I pull out and playfully slap Mrs Tyler on the ass. “We should do that again some time, Mrs T,” I say. But Mrs Tyler remains silent, head turned away from me.

“I can’t fucking believe you,” Dani is yelling, “Either of you. Ben, get the fuck out of my house!”

I’m pulling my clothes back on. “Happy to,” I say, grinning, “But if your mom starts hitting me up for booty calls, I might have to return.”

“Get, the fuck, out!” Dani is livid.

And like that, I’m gone.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/hqp6e5/my_girlfriends_milf_mom_aka_why_dani_wont_talk_to