Mature MILFS 3: Taking Him Deep In Massage Class (Older Woman Younger Man Breeding Pregnancy Fantasy XXX)
Romance, Erotica
| Author: | Nikita Storm | ISBN: | 9781386933861 |
| Publisher: | Nikita Storm | Publication: | May 25, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nikita Storm |
| ISBN: | 9781386933861 |
| Publisher: | Nikita Storm |
| Publication: | May 25, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
19-year-old Harold needed extra-special help in massage class and I was more than willing to give it to him…
In my 20 years of marriage, I had never once strayed. I'd never lusted after a man, touched a man inappropriately or even let a man get a whiff of my mature scent.
That all went out the window when I got Harold alone. I was bound and determined to teach him everything a man should know.
Excerpt:
"Okay, everyone!" The massage instructor clapped her hands together three times. "Is everyone ready for the big test?" She looked around the room.
"Can we get one more practice in?" Harold, a hot, 19-year-old man timidly asked.
The instructor sighed. "Sure. Anyone want to volunteer?"
I had been eagerly watching this young stud ever since class had started. I was a married, 40-year-old mature lady, but whenever I saw him, my lady parts swooned. He was so handsome - and strong.
This was my chance! My opportunity to get my mature hands on his 19-year-old body.
My body flushed as I wondered what Richard, my husband, would've thought if he knew what I was about to do. I seriously couldn't wait to get my hands on his flesh and dig my experienced fingers into his muscles.
I was so wrapped up in my own sex thoughts that I almost missed my chance.
"Anyone?"
Snapping out of my sexual reverie, I thrust my hand up - perhaps a bit too eagerly.
"Marjorie?" The instructor furrowed her brows. "Are you sure? You'll have to re-take the test tomorrow."
I nodded and licked my lips. "Someone has to help him..." I said, my voice suddenly low and husky.
The instructor nodded and pointed to the door. "Third room on the right. Practice on each other for the rest of class." She motioned to one of the tables. "I'll come and get you when it's time."
I grinned and had to squeeze my legs together to keep my cum from dribbling out. This was going to be so much fun! Together, Harold and I carried the table from the room.
"I think this is it..." He pushed open the door and set the massage table down. We didn't need to worry about oil or towels, this place was stocked.
Once everything was set up, he grinned. "So, who wants to go first?"
Without a word spoken, I locked the door and dropped my dress in front of the 19-year-old, exposing my luscious, matronly breasts to his popped-out eyes.
"Mrs...." He gulped, trying to remember my name as he simultaneously stared at my large, hanging breasts and attempted to look away, succeeding at neither.
"Just call me Margie..." I thrust my breasts forward and brushed my lips against his. Without bothering with a towel, I lay face-down on the massage table. "I'll go first."
Harold stood there, his jeans tenting comically. I knew he had no idea what he was doing.
"I'm ready..." I purred and spread my legs open for him.
19-year-old Harold needed extra-special help in massage class and I was more than willing to give it to him…
In my 20 years of marriage, I had never once strayed. I'd never lusted after a man, touched a man inappropriately or even let a man get a whiff of my mature scent.
That all went out the window when I got Harold alone. I was bound and determined to teach him everything a man should know.
Excerpt:
"Okay, everyone!" The massage instructor clapped her hands together three times. "Is everyone ready for the big test?" She looked around the room.
"Can we get one more practice in?" Harold, a hot, 19-year-old man timidly asked.
The instructor sighed. "Sure. Anyone want to volunteer?"
I had been eagerly watching this young stud ever since class had started. I was a married, 40-year-old mature lady, but whenever I saw him, my lady parts swooned. He was so handsome - and strong.
This was my chance! My opportunity to get my mature hands on his 19-year-old body.
My body flushed as I wondered what Richard, my husband, would've thought if he knew what I was about to do. I seriously couldn't wait to get my hands on his flesh and dig my experienced fingers into his muscles.
I was so wrapped up in my own sex thoughts that I almost missed my chance.
"Anyone?"
Snapping out of my sexual reverie, I thrust my hand up - perhaps a bit too eagerly.
"Marjorie?" The instructor furrowed her brows. "Are you sure? You'll have to re-take the test tomorrow."
I nodded and licked my lips. "Someone has to help him..." I said, my voice suddenly low and husky.
The instructor nodded and pointed to the door. "Third room on the right. Practice on each other for the rest of class." She motioned to one of the tables. "I'll come and get you when it's time."
I grinned and had to squeeze my legs together to keep my cum from dribbling out. This was going to be so much fun! Together, Harold and I carried the table from the room.
"I think this is it..." He pushed open the door and set the massage table down. We didn't need to worry about oil or towels, this place was stocked.
Once everything was set up, he grinned. "So, who wants to go first?"
Without a word spoken, I locked the door and dropped my dress in front of the 19-year-old, exposing my luscious, matronly breasts to his popped-out eyes.
"Mrs...." He gulped, trying to remember my name as he simultaneously stared at my large, hanging breasts and attempted to look away, succeeding at neither.
"Just call me Margie..." I thrust my breasts forward and brushed my lips against his. Without bothering with a towel, I lay face-down on the massage table. "I'll go first."
Harold stood there, his jeans tenting comically. I knew he had no idea what he was doing.
"I'm ready..." I purred and spread my legs open for him.
