7 More MILF Stories
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Authors: Sophie Sin
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7 More MILF
Stories
Sophie Sin
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2015 Lunatic Ink Publishing
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Got Her
Butt
,
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13 More
Erotic Stories
(also includes 3 randomly selected 'Blasts From The Pasts')
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Hard-On
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Table of Contents:
The Older Woman I Couldn't Forget
Bonus:
Anal Beads With The Professor
Our
Contract With Mistress MILF
Introduction To This Collection
Well, this is quite the
collection.
We start out with a young man
that got hung up and never quite got off with the woman that he
truly desires in his life. After that there's the nasty threesome
that has more kinks than you'll find anywhere else.
Round Back With A MILF
then shows us that men can get their own back on women when
revenge comes knocking.
Following that up is the
older book
Cheating With Her
Mum
, which sounds explanatory, but is
quite the wicked little mindfuck in itself. This is then followed
up with some outdoor fun and then a story that truly gets wild and
takes a little BDSM turn in the collection we have prepared for you
(it's not real BDSM, but has elements of the genre).
Finally, we have a little seduction with a
younger man taking his turn with a very well put together older
woman.
All of this and so much more in one
collection.
Please note that this collection contains
all the bonus stories from the original books as well as book notes
and introductions and descriptions. You aren't missing out on
anything in here.
We hope you'll find something to enjoy in
this collection from Sophie Sin.
Much appreciation,
Kenneth Guthrie
Editor & Publisher
Lunatic Ink Publishing
The Older
Woman I Couldn't Forget
More MILF
Series
Obsession and denial. I
played games with my heart: Russian Roulette with me running as the
prize. Now I'm back. 25 going on 26. Her 45 going on perfect. What
we shouldn't do is sometimes what we truly must. Sophie Sin brings
two generations together in a passionate game of inner push and
pull that is nothing less than incredibly sexy from start to
climax.
Introduction To
The Older Woman I Couldn't Forget
This is a nice juicy story that takes us
forward into time and back in time to experience the joys and
wonders of what it means to be obsessed with a woman that one
shouldn't.
Ends happily.
Kenneth Guthrie
Publisher & Editor
Lunatic Ink Publishing
Right now
There was a time when I used to think that
my mother's friend was someone that would never do something like
this, that she was much more of a lady than the woman bent over on
all fours with her butt in the air and lubricant glittering around
the hole up top. I have so many memories of her coming over and
smiling and patting me on the head and telling me that I was a good
boy. Those memories span almost the entirety of my life until one
fateful summer a year ago when it all became something quite
different from what it used to be. An end of innocence, so to
speak.
“Do we need more lube?”
I take a long look at the woman that I'm
about to marry. There's a story here that needs telling and I'm
going to tell it before this is done.
About 1 year ago
It was a sunny day in April. I always think
from reading the occasional romance novel that April is the month
of failed and successful romances. This month for me back then was
one of hardship and great difficulty. I had just finished my
degree, left a great girl and forsaken an internship at a marketing
company all because I needed time to think and consider my
life.
That was why, for the first time in a long
time, I was home. Small town nowhere and not even my parents around
to keep me company in my misery.
That's when I see her. Her name is Janet.
When I was sixteen years old, she left her husband. At the time
things in me where changing. We were, before then, very friendly.
Family really. However, after my body started to really change and
her divorce, things changed between us. I started to see her
differently and sometimes I think that perhaps she started to see
me differently too. That resulted in a time of great trouble for
both us. I was always a bit bent on creating the hardest time ever
for my family, but for Janet I would give her hell any time I felt
like it for no other reason than I could.
That was then and this is now, but things
haven't changed.
She's wearing a red top, white shorts,
runners, and, wow, is she something else. It feels like all those
furious times spent in the bathroom after her visits with the one
decent picture of her in a swimsuit that I could salvage from the
family's photo albums are coming back to me all at once. One hand
on the picture and the other on my dick pounding away like I'm
hoping that an orgasm will somehow change the fact that I am into
my mother's best friend who was and is 20 years older than me but
who doesn't look much more than 35 at best, even now.
“Hey there, handsome. I wasn't expecting to
see you here.”
She stops by me. I try not to look down her
top. It has come down a bit and her huge breasts are nearly popping
out.
“Janet,” I say, trying to sound casual when
my heart is actually beating a mile a minute, “long time not
see.”
She smiles, runs a hand through her blond
hair, rubbing a little sweat from her brow, and meets my eyes with
an amused expression on her face.
“It has. How have things been?”
“Good.”
The word hangs in the air. All of the blood
in my body is quickly heading south. It's uncomfortable to be this
turned on with all those memories of the times I jerked off after
she left our house to head home running through my brain. Of
course, she interprets it for something else, as usual.
Her face twists into an even bigger grin.
“You are still the same old Keith, huh? As friendly as always.”
I try not to over-think her comment. The
woman doesn't know the adult me that well and she certainly doesn't
know how I feel about her. If she did then she'd probably not be
talking to me. I think she'd have run right on by as fast as she
could. It would have been a wise decision in hindsight.
There is a short uncomfortable silence as we
stand there sizing each other up. Janet has changed I can see.
There is a spark in her eyes that wasn't there when I left. As
always just looking at her creates a very physical response in my
body. My cock hardens to it's fullest length. Right here is the
truth of my life with this woman. She can turn me on by just
shifting slightly. My eyes immediately – somewhat unwantedly –
stray down to her huge breasts again. They aren't bigger than most
other woman of her age, bu the curve is of a younger woman and it
is something that has always driven me to orgasm during my regular
masturbation sessions over the woman over the years.
“Why are you back?” she asks after
awhile.
I shift about and try not to reach up to the
collar of my black t-shirt. I don't want to show her how hot she's
making me standing there in her training clothes. It's been too
long and she's grown sexier than ever. I can't help but want her
with a passion that is near to something that I would not consider
consensual.
“I'm taking a break.”
“From what?”
“Life,” I answer.
Her eyes meet mine then stray down. I shift
left a little to try and hide my hard-on, which is pressing firmly
into the fabric of the blue jeans that I'm wearing.
“I thought everything was going well.” she
says, her eyes snapping back up and her cheeks coloring.
“
It
was,” I say as I wipe a
little sweat from my brow. “Can we walk? I'll explain on the way
home. It's hot out here.”
She nods and strolls along beside me. I can
see her glancing down to my jeans and I try to will myself to
soften. It's not working this time. It's been too long since I had
sex or touched myself. It wasn't a priority during the time that I
was transitioning through exams and studying for my final
assignments. To distract her I tell the full story.
“I see,” she says after listening to all
that I have to say.
I sigh. “It's not really something I'm proud
of. I left her and I should have expected that it wasn't going to
feel good, but I think that we weren't meant to be. I'm also not
sure if corporate finance is for me either.”
Janet shakes her head.
“Same old Keith.”
I glance her way. What does she mean?
The look in her eyes tells me that I'm not
going to get an answer. I'm tempted to bail her out a bit, but we
are too old for that now. I'm not some adolescent kid with a crush.
I'm an adult and I still have the crush, but now I believe I can
handle it. She's my mother's friend and I'm not going to screw that
relationship up with my child-like feelings for this woman.
We get to my house and I realize that I
don't have my key. She reaches into her pocket and takes out hers.
Inside it's quiet. No one is home and they won't be for weeks. It's
me and this quiet old place full of memories. The fact that I
haven't been home for 6 years because my university is on the other
side of the country isn't lost on me. There's a few new
knick-knacks, but this really is home. I stop and breath it in for
am moment. Janet closes the door behind us and I turn and glance at
her.
“You are coming in?”
Our eyes meet.
“I don't like your tone, Kieth.”
It was the old me coming out. I want her to
leave. This is too private and I'm hard enough in my pants to feel
the zipper straining. It won't be long before I embarrass myself.
Anything that might provoke me might end in my embarrassment and a
stinking mess in my pants. Even as an adult I'm not keen for
that.
“Sorry. Are you staying?”
“I'll have some tea. “ She glances down at
my pants and this time doesn't draw her eyes away. “I want to stay
for a little. Is it okay?”
The tone of her voice isn't what I would
normally expect from her. She's really asking.
“Unmmm... yeah. Okay.”
I grab my bag and try not to run down the
hallway to my room to drop it in there as she goes to the kitchen
to make me and her tea.
“Fuck...” I whisper as I press my back to
the door.
My eyes are wide and I'm breathing hard. I
must not let this get out of hand. That tone of hers... Janet never
asks. She is always flat and commanding with me. The woman isn't
treating me like a kid anymore. I need to calm down. She's Janet
and I know that I can't hold myself back from liking her like this,
but I can at least not embarrass myself and my family by messing
myself in her presence.
I unzip my jeans to take care of myself, but
the door there is a knock on the door. I jump away from it and
quickly zip up.
“Yes?”
“The tea is ready. Come out to the
kitchen.”
I breath hard. Fuck, please anyone who is
listening STOP THIS. I can't handle anymore. My dick is aching and
my heart is beating like crazy. I want to cry with the strain of
holding back. She's my fucking mother's friend! I can't be like
this! I cant!
