What's a MILF? Pt. 01

Sue got lost looking at the five young boys by the pool, thinking back to when she was that age. "God, their cocks were rock hard and persistent." She felt her pussy throb remembering all the boys' cocks she'd had in her hands, in her mouth, and in her pussy. Then there was Frank, the biggest cock she ever saw...had. Actually, she really didn't like him, but whenever he came over her legs opened up without much prompting on his part, no foreplay, no conversation, no rubber. Sue slid her hand into her shorts thinking about Frank's cock and how he would just show up, somehow knowing her parents were out, dropping his pants right after he came over knowing she would drop to her knees immediately to get him ready. How he would often stay hard after cumming and keep pounding her until he came again and without a word, get up and leave.

She thought back and realized she had no memory of his voice since he never said anything. She knew he was using her and rather than that being something to be humiliated about, it turned her on. Then there was the time he brought over four of his friends. He stood in front of her and dropped his pants. Why did she kneel in front of him taking his cock in her mouth? He must have signaled them as she let them get her naked. Why didn't she protest? Why did she let them stay the entire weekend while her parents were away? How did she go all weekend without sleep? Why did she not get upset when they bragged to all their friends? Christ, she got more popular overnight and the boys sure started coming over. But it was Frank she always hoped would knock on her door. 'Where is he now? I've never cheated on Drew, but if Frank knocked on my door...' Her fingers worked her clit, sliding up into her slit...her nipples aching. 'Fuck!' she thought hearing the boys arguing, 'so close...'

"Fuck you, she is not!" Mark said hotly, "Go home and jerk off, you assholes!"

Sue yanked her hand out of her shorts as she watched her son come storming into the house and without looking at her pounded up the stairs to his room. She heard his bedroom door slam angrily. She looked back out the window as the four boys walked out the back gate laughing at an apparent joke as they disappeared around the corner. 'What was that about?' She thought. 'They never fight or got into arguments...what could have caused this?'

Sighing, she decided to go to her bedroom and take a bath and finish what she started. While the bath was filling she slipped off her shorts and top. Looking in the mirror, she admired how her large, tear-drop breasts showed no sag, and she had no discernable fat around her waist. Turning, she admired her ass, or as Drew called it, her bubble-butt. "I could pass for 20 still...in fact, I still fit perfectly into my cheerleading outfit. I'd sure love to model that for Mark's friends...like I did with Frank. He sure loved that short skirt without panties."

Groaning, she turned away from the mirror and slid into the steaming water. Her fingers went right to her swollen lips, her aroused clit, in her slippery hole. She closed her eyes and imagined the four boys coming back into the house to apologize to Mark but hearing her moans they would creep into her bathroom. They quietly peer around the corner to see her, to see her large breasts bobbing in the tub, her legs wide open with her fingers pumping in and out for her sopping cunt. Their cocks tenting their baggy shorts...then pulling those shorts down...those 18-year-old cocks bouncing a couple of times before pointing at the ceiling...Frank's cock, big and fat..."Uhhh, uhhhhh...uhhhhhhh, yesssssssss...Oh Fuck!"

Sue slid down and felt her whole body go limp. 'Shit, that was nice, but not great like being pounded by a young stud urgently driving into me with one goal, to empty his balls into my tight pussy,' she thought. Realizing the water was cooling off, she reluctantly pulled herself out of the tub and dried off.

She tightened the belt on her robe and went out to the kitchen to get some water and as she passed the stairs she realized she hadn't heard a peep out of Mark since he stormed upstairs. Wondering why he wasn't even playing music, she decided to check up on him.

Knocking on his door, she heard scrambling inside. "Hang on!" she heard him yell. Finally, after 30 seconds or so, Mark answered the door. She noticed his shirt was inside out and felt guilty for interrupting him. "I'm sorry to bother you, I know you were busy," She said with a grin, "but can I come in?"

"Sure, Mom. I was just getting ready to do homework, so any interruption is a good one." Mark lied as he swung the door open and stepped back.

Mark walked over and flopped on the bed wondering why his Mom closed the door. Her robe just covered her upper thighs and she had incredible legs. He tried not to think about that as she came over to the bed.

As Sue went to sit she had to be careful as she had on her short summer robe and didn't want to flash her son. "So, what were you boys arguing about? I've never seen you argue before. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, Mom, don't worry about it. What are we having for dinner? Can we order pizza? When Dad's out of town we always do pizza one night."

"Sure, pizza's fine, but don't change the subject. Tell me, what was it that pissed you off so much. I've never seen you that mad," Sue put a hand on her son's thigh as she said that.

"I was nothing, it really doesn't matter, nothing you want to hear, anyhow," Mark said, looking down at her hand that was two inches from his crotch.

"C'mon, I'm your mother, you've always told me everything. I can take it. I'll order the meat lovers if you tell me," Sue said as she stroked his thigh reassuringly. 'Wow!' she thought, 'it's been years since I saw a bulge that big.'

"Promise you won't get mad? I mean, you can't get mad at the guys."

"Why...I mean, yes. I promise not to get mad at your friends, what did they do to you?" Sue asked.

"Nothing, I mean nothing to me. We were talking about girls, you know, guy talk. Anyhow, Chip said he preferred women, women with...you know...large..." Mark tailed off beet red.

"Large breasts? Big tits?" Sue said with a smile. "Why is that bad? I know you boys look all the time. Most guys say that but when they find the right woman her tits will be perfect no matter what size they are."

"Yeah, well...Chip said you were a MILF and wanted to see your, um...tits," Mark said softly. "Anyhow, I told him to take it back."

"What is a MILF? Am I? Is it bad?" Sue asked.

"I guess it is not bad, but no kid wants to hear their mother called a MILF," Mark said angrily.

"So, what is it? Why shouldn't I be called that? It must be some sort of insult. Why would your friend insult me? I thought they liked me."

"Oh, they like you, believe me, they do. It's not an insult, just crude. MILF stands for Mother I'd Like to...F..." Mark answered, "you, know fuck." He said blushing.

Sue looked at her son, thinking about his friends wanting to fuck her. "That's it? I think it's flattering. Someone thinks that about an old lady like me? Why did you get mad?" She felt her pussy throb again as she shifted around on the bed. The memory of the boys all coming into her bathroom, their cocks bouncing popped into her head.

"Mom! You are not an old lady, but I don't want my friends to think that way about you. You're my mother, not..." Mark protested.

"Not what? Not hot? Not sexy...not fuckable?" Sue said glaring at her son. "I know I'm not a cute 18-year-old but I don't think I've lost that much," she sighed.

"Yes, I mean no...oh Christ, can we drop the subject?" Mark stammered. "I don't want to think of you like that!"

Sue got off the bed with an angry look on her face. "Sure, we'll leave it with my son disgusted with his mother...grossed out thinking that someone would find me sexy." She spun and headed for the door.

"Mom, stop, Mom, please...I do find you sexy...really. I think you are the hottest woman I know." Mark said pleadingly.

Sue turned and looked at her son. "Are you just saying that because I'm pissed at you? Or, do you mean it? If you mean that, why did you get mad at your friends?" She stood with her hands on her hips glaring at the young boy.

"I got mad at them because they wanted to know if I've spied on you, they wanted to know what your bra size is, and if your...never mind," Mark stammered as he blushed. He felt slightly dizzy never expecting to have this conversation with his mother.

Sue came and sat down on the bed again, unaware that her robe opened up between her legs, "My what? I want to know what else they wanted to know."

"They wanted to know if you were a natural blonde...you know, if your bush was blonde, and also if you shaved between..." Mark looked between his mother's legs to make his point and saw her fully exposed pussy lips. He stopped and stared amazed at how beautiful she looked.

Sue looked where her son was staring and started to close her legs, but as she looked back at her son, she saw his cock growing more in his shorts. "Nice to get confirmation you think I'm sexy." She grinned at him as she nodded at his crotch.

Mark pulled his eyes away from her shaved pussy with the soft blonde patch of fur above and blushed. "Sorry Mom, I mean, you...you are showing your..."

"My pussy? My cunt? My vagina? I guess you can answer them now that you've seen me. Go ahead and look, I don't mind," Sue said and she opened her legs wider. The afternoon sun was shining in and she shifted both to feel the warmth and to expose her pussy even more. "You like?" she asked sweetly.

Mark couldn't believe his mother was doing this but wasn't going to argue. He took in the smooth shaved lips; the glistening drops of moisture leaking through; the small nub projecting out above; and the bright, golden pubic hair neatly trimmed on top. His cock throbbed angrily in his shorts. He wanted his mother to leave so he could pull it out and finish what he was doing before she came in...but wanted her to stay as long as she could. His eyes roamed up her robe to her flat stomach, her cute navel, and could make out the creamy underside of her right breast. He tried to imagine what her nipples looked like, how big were her tits?

Sue watched her son's cock grow and slither up under his shorts, she saw his unblinking stare...his focus switching to the vee in her robe showing considerable skin. She reached up and slowly pulled the robe open revealing her full boobs topped with huge pink areolas. Cupping her breasts and letting them bounce, she felt a rush seeing the look of lust on her son's face. "Still think I'm gross?" She purred. "What are you going to tell your friends when they ask again?"

"No, God no. You are beautiful. I never said you were gross," Mark blurted out not taking his eyes off her gravity-defying tits. "I'm not telling them anything, I promise."

"I'm glad you don't think I'm gross and I can see your appreciation. Why wouldn't you tell them? Boys like to brag all the time. I'm sure they'd want to know," Sue said as she pulled her robe closed and stood up. "I'd better go and let you finish what you were doing before I knocked," she said looking at her son's large tent.

"Wait, Mom. Don't go yet. I could tell them, but wouldn't that make you uncomfortable if they leer at you, thinking about...you know, about you being naked?"

"No, I think it's flattering to have good-looking young boys thinking about me...wanting to fuck me." Sue winked at Mark as she turned to leave. "I still am a bit insulted you don't want to fuck me, but..." she sighed as she turned toward the door.

"It'd be good to tell them I saw your tits, your pussy bit it sure would be great to tell them I felt them...felt your tits, I mean, every guy spies on their mom, but to...you know," Mark said as he rolled off the bed and came up behind his mother as she reached for the doorknob.

Sue stood with her hand on the handle. Without turning she said, "No, that's not going to happen. I'm your mother and I'm not going to let you pull my robe off...ohhh, you nasty boy," she said softly as she felt his hands slide her robe off her shoulders. "What kind of mother would I be if I let you feel me up..." She dropped her hands to her sides as strong large hands kneaded her shoulders.

"You are right," he said, "you can't do that. No mother should let her son see her naked, or touch her. But any mother would love a good massage. You should just relax, you seem tense." Mark said as he started rubbing her shoulders.

"Yes, that feels good...I know you can fantasize about me, but you never should touch me, feel my breasts, my hard nipples, my wet pussy...that would be so wrong." She moaned as the son's strong hands kneaded her upper back and sides.

Mark worked his hands down the smooth skin on her back down to her tight ass. He couldn't see her tits, but knew they were uncovered which made his cock ache more. Then he pulled her arms gently back, massaging her deltoids.

Sue could feel his hard shaft press between her ass cheeks as she leaned back against him. His strong hands felt good on her arms but her nipples were aching for attention which was nothing compared to the throbbing in her pussy.

As Mark worked down her arms, massaging her biceps she lowered her hands to her sides and reached back to grip the massive cock. His hands moved to her stomach close to her pussy, then up to just beneath her fleshy mounds. 'Dammit! Grab my tits,' she thought. She wanted to pull his hands onto her tits but just stood in front of the door panting. "Yes, that feels good, I was tense and this is really soothing. You have very strong, but gentle hands," Sue sighed.

Mark's thumbs brushed along his mother's underboobs and it was all he could do to keep from just reaching up and grabbing them. He stroked down her stomach and back up until he pressed up against the soft flesh then back down. He found himself pushing his rock-hard cock against her uncovered ass as his hands roamed lower, feeling the downy fur before exploring up, just barely pressing his thumbs into her heavy breasts. Then his hands roamed down burying his fingers in the soft down and his mother's ass pushed back against his raging erection so he let his fingers drift down farther across her slick pussy. He pushed his fingers against the hard button as his mother ground against him. Her moans of pleasure filled the room as did the scent of her arousal. He reluctantly slid his hands back up leaving a trail of juices on her stomach as he finally grabbed her large, full breasts, enjoying the weight of them in his hands. Again, she pushed back against his cock wedged between her ass cheeks when he pinched and pulled her hard nipples, enjoying the firm ass grinding against his thrusting cock.

"Oh God, stop. If you don't let go, we're going to do something we'll regret," she said as she pushed her son off her. "Thank you," she said as she pecked him on the cheek but rather than pull away, she pressed her body against his. She again kissed him but in the most non-motherly way possible. She pressed her aroused nipples into his muscular chest then ground her throbbing cunt against the rod in his shorts. Then she abruptly pulled away and picked up her robe, opened the door, and left.

Mark looked at the door not believing any of this happened. He wasted no time tearing off his clothes and flopped onto the bed. He closed his eyes and replayed the entire last half-hour...how she felt...her heavy tits...eraser size nipples...how she reacted to his touch...thrusting against his fingers...how she smelled...how wet she was, her slit... Why didn't I push my fingers inside her? I'll bet she is really tight...I should've slipped my shorts off...her wet pussy was right there, I could have slid right in.' With that thought, Mark exploded cum in ropes all over his chest and stomach...he was amazed at how much splashed all over his body, even shooting a rope onto his face.

Sue lay naked and panting on the bed with her fingers buried in her sopping pussy, 'That was really great,' she thought, 'maybe I shouldn't have stopped him. He certainly has a great-feeling cock...at least I should have pulled it out, looked at it, given him a hand job...or let him do the F in MILF.' She thought with an aching in her stomach. 'But, no. The poor boy will probably need therapy after what I let him do anyhow.' She drifted off to sleep an image of her kneeling in front of a huge fat cock. She was stroking it and looked up to see her son's face looking down at her.