Hello friends. If you haven’t read [part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8gt4pz/mf_conversation_with_divorced_milf_inside/) and [part two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8hpvho/mf_conversation_with_divorced_milf_inside/), you’ll probably want to do that now. Take your lunch break or something. This is important.
**PART THREE BELOW**
**PART THREE BELOW**
**PART THREE BELOW**
It’s been a week since I have posted, and I’m sure some of you have been wondering what’s been going on. At least one person has been wondering, I’m sure of it. Probably even two people.
So the last time I saw Melody, I was looking up at her from between her legs. I had just finished tasting her sweet pussy, and would it be weird if I said I could taste her on my lips throughout the past week? That’d be weird, right? Let’s move on. The work week was depressingly uneventful, and that’s probably my fault. I know a lot of people were encouraging me to go back to her apartment the next day and fuck her, but it’s not that easy. I didn’t want to come across as desperate, you know? Like a little puppy just waiting by her door for a release.
I decided to play it cool and wait for her to come to me. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. The work week crawled by. No sign of her. Friday night, Saturday night…NOT A DAMN THING! I even stayed at home all day on Saturday. I felt like I was waiting on a package from UPS.
When Sunday (Mother’s Day) rolled around, I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew the kid she had years ago still lived back in Arizona, so I figured she would be having a lonely Mother’s Day this year. This was my way in. I’d show up at her door with some flowers and wish her a Happy Mother’s Day.
I walked down to the local grocery store and was immediately faced with my future. It was a dad bod sea of procrastinating (or just thoughtless) husbands who decided to wait until the final hours to get the mom in their life a card/gift. They all gave me that, “You too?” look and I wanted to explain that my situation was totally different, but they wouldn’t have believed me. They looked jaded. A store full of wounded soldiers.
I pushed my way through the crowd and was delighted to see that there were a few bouquets left.
“I don’t get it,” the grumpy old dude next to me said.
“What’s that?” I replied.
“They always want flowers. You’d think they’d ask for something new.”
“Ah, yeah. Crazy.” I said, not paying much attention. Look, typically I would love to stop and talk to some old dude for a few minutes, ‘cause I’m sure he’d start spouting some outdated bullshit, but my mind was elsewhere. I quickly grabbed some tulips and got the hell out of there before I found myself in the middle of some Freaky Friday situation.
Before knocking on her door, I tried a few different poses with the flowers. I placed them in front of my face and did a little peek-a-boo movement, but then immediately recognized how creepy it was. I then tried holding them behind my back, but that kinda made me feel like a Sims character, so I just decided to hold them near my waist on my right side. It felt casual and normal. That’s what I’m going for.
I knocked on the door, and this time she answered right away.
“Happy Mother’s Day!” I said, pushing the flowers forward.
“Wow…” she grinned, taking the flowers from me and motioning for me to come inside. “You got me flowers,” she said as I closed the door behind me.
“I did, but judging from the sound of your voice…I shouldn’t have?”
“No, no! It’s very sweet and thoughtful. Just unexpected,” she walked inside her kitchen and searched for something to put the flowers in. She settled for a large glass.
“I figured you’d be lonely today,” I said, taking a seat on her bed.
“Yeah. My son called me earlier this morning, which was nice. It’s hard being so far away, but he’s finishing up his last year in high school, so he’s about to run off to college anyway.”
I could hear some sadness in her voice. This was probably her first Mother’s Day alone. After she placed the glass of flowers down on the counter, she joined me on the bed. She wore a black tank-top and a pair of leggings.
“You’re sad, huh?” I asked.
“A little.”
“Well, what do you want to do? It’s your day. Do you want to go eat something?”
“No. I don’t want to go out. I honestly just want to stay in this bed.”
“Alone?”
“No. You can stay.”
She crawled more on the bed to rest her head on her pillow. Her back was now facing me. She reached out her arm to pat the empty space next to her.
“Come here.”
I nestled close to her. My body pressed against her back. Not to sound all Nicholas Sparks and shit, but our bodies fit well together. I wrapped my right arm around her and let my hand rest on top of her chest.
“Make me feel better,” she told me.
I pressed my nose against the back of her neck and opened my mouth just so she could feel my breath against her skin. My hand moved down her her body, stopping at her stomach. I lifted her tank-top up and ran my fingertips against her skin before firmly placing my hand on her stomach.
My lips pressed against her neck. Just gentle kisses. I slid my hand down her leggings and let my hand rest on top of her panties. I kissed up to her ear, “You’re so fucking hot,” I whispered. She grabbed my arm and guided me inside her panties. My hand was now on her bare pussy. She pressed her thighs against my hand, locking me in place.
I nibbled on her ear and slid my middle finger down her pussy. I teased her by just pressing it against her wetness, being careful not to let it slide inside. Meanwhile, my cock was desperately trying to find an escape route out of my sweatpants. She rubbed her ass against it and then reached back to grab my erection through my pants. She was gentle with her approach. It was as if she was trying to comfort it, like, it had a terribly long day working at the cock factory and she was all, “It’s okay baby. I’ll make it better.”
I continued to tease her pussy with my fingers, occasionally making contact with her clit. Her entire body would jerk when I did. I felt a strong sense of control over the situation. I grabbed her hand and shoved it down my pants. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked it as best she could from her position. This whole time I thought I was only teasing her, but really I was teasing myself as well. I needed to feel her warmth around my cock. I pulled down her leggings, and then pulled down my pants.
She backed her ass into me, my dick sliding down her crack. I got myself in position, grabbed my cock and guided it to her pussy. I brought the head to her clit and brushed against it with the gentleness and precision of Bob Ross.
She moaned, “Please…” as she moved her hips up, trying to guide me to her entrance. I slid inside her and pushed myself deep inside. I wanted to feel every inch of her. As I tried to get a good rhythm going, I brought my hands up to her tank-top and pulled it down, revealing those marvelous tits. She reached around and placed her hand on my ass, trying to push me in deeper.
“Oh fuck…” she moaned softly. I squeezed the life out of her breasts and continued to fuck her. She was now grinding with me, her ass bouncing back against me with every thrust. This is one of my favorite positions, so you can imagine how fucking turned on I was. I managed to pull one hand away from her tits and brought it to my mouth. I licked it and then went straight to her clit with it, rubbing it softly as I fucked her from behind. She started digging her nails into my ass cheek. It was painful, I’m not gonna lie. I thought I was for sure bleeding, but obviously I didn’t care in the moment.
Her body felt so fucking good grinding against mine. I could feel every inch of her, our feet tangling up, her toes pressing against mine. It was as close as you can get to making love without actually being in love.
“Cum for me baby” I whispered in her ear. I continued to work her clit with my hand as my cock filled her pussy. Her movements started to get more and more erratic, “Are you going to cum for me?” I asked her.
She whimpered out an “uh-huh” and just like with my fingers last time, I could feel her wetness surround my cock. The feeling of warmth and the sounds of pleasure coming out of her were just too much for me. I had already been doing everything I could to prevent myself for cumming. I knew I had just a few pumps left in me, so I pulled out and stroked myself to completion over her ass. She lifted her ass in the air and I rubbed the head of my cock all over it.
“My entire ass is covered. You cum an unhealthy amount.” she laughed.
“Should I be worried?”
“Definitely.”
After she cleaned up in the bathroom, I thought I’d tell her that I had been writing about our sexual adventures online (I didn’t specify where). I’m not sure why I decided to…I just felt like it was something I should share, and if she ended up being cool with it, it might become a dream scenario. Sadly, she was not cool with it. I got the feeling that she felt like I had invited all these people into our *~romance~* without her permission. She wasn’t angry or throwing my clothes out the window, but she did seem a little weird about the whole thing.
Too early to tell if I have ruined a great thing or not. I think I’ll definitely wait until she comes to me though. If that never happens, well I don’t know…I’ll start accepting applications for a Melody 2.0? Or I’ll go back to living vicariously through all the other lovely posters on here.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8jnkk5/mf_conversation_with_divorced_milf_inside
DAMN! That is HAWT! I hope she forgives you or better yet, decides she is turned on by it and wants to pose for pics. That is probably dreaming though.
Your writing is fantastic. I hope you tell us about all the sexy things you get up to. Maybe tell us some stories from your past?
I was very much wondering what was going with your sexcapades here. Good to see that they are still going on but unfortunate to hear she is not cool with you sharing them because you are a pretty good writer when you re-tell them.
I think *we’re* the ones who’ve been missing out on your writing! I’m glad she was able to enjoy herself on what could’ve been a really lonely day. I hope she forgives you and tracks you down soon, and we get to hear all about it!
fuck that was good. Fucking a milf is on my bucket list.
Why? Why would you not ask a few dozen questions first to see how she feels about online communities like this one before just telling her? I’d be creeped out too if you just landed a question like that on me after these activities.
Dayum, you SMOOTH CRIMINAL, só getting flores DO work, apparently just not with me.
Hope she gets cool with you, MAYBE (as in I am not sure either) you “should” apologise to her if she is sad with you, after all, it can be read as you “used” her to get a story to tell and was doing all of this just for the sake of it.
I know it is not your intention and, goddamn im jealous of this thing you got going, however, she may feel that way.
But what do I know, im just a 20 years old guy who had few experience on these matter :).
Am I the only one still hoping that he is actually Timothee Chalamet pretending not to be Timothee Chalamet?
“brushed against it with the gentleness and precision of Bob Ross”
Just some happy little trees.