Louise, Horny MILF

"I'm going to go" I said to my daughter Jess, above the music.

"Are you sure, Mum? We're going to a bit of a chill out at Emily and Jakes, you know you can come too."

I was tired and slightly drunk, so just wanted a quiet bed. Oh, how age catches up with you! I'd been to visit Jess, my 20yr old, at University. She hadn't been back for ages, so on the spur of the moment I told Simon, my husband that I was going for a couple of days. Jess was a little surprised, but happy to see me. Mainly because I took her shopping, but still...For fun, she suggested that I come out with her to the student bar and have a few drinks. It had been fun, meeting her friends and letting my hair down a bit. Jess was popular, and in a tight top and little skirt had lots of male attention, while I chatted to her girlfriends. It had been a while since I'd done anything different, so I'd enjoyed myself, but now was about ready to drop.

"Well, here's my key. I'll be home later or in the morning, so don't wait up." I kissed her goodbye and went for my jacket and a cab. As I got outside, the cool air was lovely, ideal for walking, but I thought a taxi would be the best bet. As I was waiting for one to pull up, there was a tap on my shoulder.

"Louise, isn't it? Jess' mum?"

I turned and there were two young guys next to me. I recognised them from the bar, they were friends of Jess and had bought us a couple of drinks.

"Luke and, erm..."

"Chris. It's okay, lots of new faces, easy to forget names! Are you going home? Can we jump in with you, our flat is the block next to you, so we may as well share."

Why not, I thought, and so in we got. They were nice lads, and we chatted about general stuff on the way back. They were the same year as Jess, but a different course, but knew everyone from the bars on campus.

"Jess is a bit of a party girl, isn't she?"

" No, not really, she studies a lot more than you'd think." said Chris.

"Usually the first one in the library after a night out" agreed Luke.

I was secretly pleased with this, after all, we spent so-

"Just here, mate, thanks. Here's five, keep the change." Luke paid the driver and we got out, I was surprised how quickly it had taken.

"Well, we can walk you to yours if you like, or you can come up for a coffee, wine, beer, shot..."

I laughed at all this, but the fresh air had cleared my head a little, so one glass of wine wasn't going to hurt. Up we went. I had to laugh when we walked in and the boys did a fast 'man-tidy' of slinging clothes and beer bottles into random cupboards, but it was nice and clean, nothing like the student bedsits that I remembered. Chris got some drinks and put some music on, and we carried on chatting, about studies, life plans all sorts really. Before I knew it the wine had gone.

"We've got more, in the kitchen, on the left."

'I'll use your bathroom, and get it on the way back" I said, and left the room.

Bit tipsy, Louise, I thought to myself as I made my way to the kitchen for more wine. Have to have one more and go. Besides Jess might be home and can't get in...

I found the wine and was looking for a corkscrew when Luke came up behind me and asked if I was okay. Standing right behind me, he brushed his hand against my hips and gently kissed my neck. A shiver went right through me, but I turned to push him away. I fell slightly and he leaned into me.

"Louise, I've been wanting to kiss you all night, come on, just a kiss –"

"I'm married, and no, it would be wrong, and Jess-"

He kissed me, my mouth open, his tongue darting inside, faintly tasting of whisky, his hands in my hair. I kissed back, more in surprise than anything else, but it felt so naughty I couldn't resist myself. What would my daughter say? What would my husband say? 43, and with a guy young enough to be my son?

"Oh, Louise..." Lukes' hands gripped my hips and pulled me against him. I could feel a stiffening bulge against my thigh as he rubbed against me, I pushed him off, finally.

"That was worth waiting all night for" he said, smiling at me.

"Well, I should go" I told him, flustered. Bit drunk, bit turned on, my head was spinning and my heart was like a drum, my face flushed with excitement. I went to go past him, and he grabbed my hand and placed it on his jeans. A large stiff package under my fingers, oh God what was happening...

"Just stay a while, have another drink, and then I'll walk you back, it's okay."

"I really should go" I said, but secretly thrilled, made my way to the living room, Chris was flicking through the iPod. Luke followed, with a glass of wine, and handing me it, manoeuvred me to sitting down on the sofa again. He sat the other side of the room, so I felt a little better. I soon finished my wine and was putting my glass down when Luke leaned across and rested his hands on my knees, just below my skirt. I was about to push him away when a pair of hands, Chris' hands, on my shoulders pulled me back quite firmly.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, as Luke slid his hands up to my thighs.

"Well, we had a little chat, and we decided we both want to have some fun with you. If you had left after I kissed you, we would have left it, but you stayed, so that's what we are going to do" Luke grinned up at me, as his fingers reached the top of my thighs, and the lace of my knickers.

"No, no, you can't, I'm married-" I stammered, powerless as Chris moved his hands down and removed my shirt, button by button. My breasts, encased in a sheer black bra, were exposed, and Lukes eyes lit up.

"Fuck, you are gorgeous. What are they, D? Double D?"

I was so turned on at all this. I never would have dreamed of doing anything at all like this, but all the wine and the adrenaline were just pushing me on. My nipples stood out, stiff and eager, betraying my protests. Luke unzipped my skirt and slid it down my thighs, leaving me in just my lacy black knickers and bra.

Chris reached around and pulled my bra cups down, gently stroking my nipples and cupping my full and swollen breasts, as Luke slid my knickers off and spread my thighs. I shuddered as he kissed the soft skin at the top of my leg, next to my neatly trimmed pussy, all my protests forgotten.

"You are stunning, Louise, you know. I can see where Jess gets her looks." Luke pulled me towards him and slipped his tongue into me. It was exquisite. He licked between my pussy lips, tasting my wetness and causing me to squirm with pleasure. He teased me for a while, then began to lap at my clit, firm and slow strokes that made me tremble, slipping a finger inside me to caress my inner walls, right on the sweet spot. I realised that Chris was stripping off, his lovely young smooth body firm in the light, and I pushed Luke away and slid over to Chris. I sat him down in the chair and pulled down his boxer shorts, revealing an impressive stiff cock, pointing urgently upwards, not too long and nice and thick, glistening at the tip. I looked him in the eye as I gripped him and slid the head into my mouth, savouring the taste of this gorgeous young man. Luke had stripped and was back between my legs, licking me hungrily as I straddled his face. Before long I gave in to a lovely orgasm, shaking as I worked my mouth up and down Chris, taking his balls into my mouth as I wanked his shaft. He groaned at me, urgent and gasping, almost there as I took him as deep as I could into my throat. He grunted and the first spurts of cum splashed into my waiting mouth, loads of it, thick and hot and salty. I swallowed eagerly, enjoying it sliding down my throat, milking every drop from him.

"Oh, Louise, oh, fuck – that was amazing, really..."

I smiled up at him, happy that he had enjoyed it so much, when Luke came back in the room, holding a bottle of oil. He pushed me onto my back, and poured some on to my chest, massaging it in. He had slipped his briefs off, and straddled me, gently, leaning down to kiss me. I shivered, thrilled, as he said -

"Louise, I am going to fuck your gorgeous boobs, then I am going to fuck you, is that okay?"

Without waiting for a reply, he took my hands and pushed my breasts together with them, before sliding his cock between my oiled breasts and moaning with pleasure. He was rock hard, and quite a bit larger than Chris. I lowered my head and licked and sucked at the thick tip of his prick as it pushed between my tits, making his breath catch. He moved down and positioned himself at my pussy lips, dripping wet and oiled and eager. He slid gently in, stretching me beautifully, it felt amazing to be so full up. I pulled him down to me and kissed him, as I felt his heavy sack rest against me all the way up to the hilt.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, I want to come on your cock" I moaned, as he thrust into me. As he got into a rhythm, I reached down to finger my clit, as he pulled my legs over his shoulders, getting deeper inside me, and I was soon cumming again, a lovely long orgasmic wave of pleasure flooding my pussy, and I could feel he was close too...

"Your – mouth, huh, can I come in your mouth, oh, Louise "

I nodded and smiled, and he got up quickly and lay on his back, I grabbed his huge stiff prick and swallowed the tip of it, savouring the taste of my own cunt on the throbbing shaft, working him towards orgasm. As a knelt over him, Chris got behind me and thrust into me, pushing me forward onto Luke, forcing his cock right down my throat, my first ever spit roast, skewered between these two hard cocks, wanton and slutty and fucked.

Luke jerked, and shot a big load into my mouth, suddenly, catching me off guard and making me choke. I pulled back from the spurting cock, swallowing a little and getting the rest in my face, my hair, on my neck, splashing onto my tits, covering me. Chris gripped my hips and gave one last really deep hard thrust, and I felt his cock spraying sperm into my unprotected pussy, filling me with spunk as I came again. I must have looked such a slut. Well fucked and drenched in cum. At my age...

"Oh, Louise." moaned Luke. "That was so fucking good."

Both of them lay back, sweat sheen on their bodies, as I poured another glass and took a minute to catch my breath. I leaned over and stroked both of their cocks, already beginning to stir back to life, the recovery of youth in effect...

I let myself in the flat, looked at the clock, 6.30 am, at least Jess wasn't here, she must have stayed out. I was just putting my jacket down when the door opened and in she walked, a quizzical expression on her face.

"I stayed at Rachels' across the hall last night. Where did you end up?"

I stood, with my hair and make up a mess, four loads of young male sperm in my pussy, arse and lacy knickers, the taste of cum on my lips, and couldn't lie. I wasn't even wearing a bra, as the lads had made my leave the cum stained garment as a souvenir for them. I told her everything. We were close, and could share secrets. I made her promise not to tell her Dad, and she was okay about it, if a little shocked. As I was leaving later, she hugged me, and with a mischievous grin said –

"Visit again anytime. Let me know in advance and I'll tell the boys to keep an evening free..."

I laughed and kissed her goodbye, wondering how soon I could visit again.