Lustful Libertines

I love a MILF. Especially ones that look as prim and proper as her, her British politeness, her beaming face. It was completely out of the blue. I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone, I was just enjoying my long bank holiday weekend. She shows up, natural, so chatty, the banter and the mystery. Why wouldn’t she tell me her name? Watching her squirt piss as I fingered her was so fucking horny. She looked so bashful and so filthy at the same time. No hesitation when she sucked my fingers. I fucked and pounded her hairy mature pussy as she moaned and begged for me to fuck her harder. doggy, legs up over her head, up against the desk. My cock was throbbing for her.

I should have known that something was wrong. My wife was acting so strangely. She was so eager, Eager to please me in every way she could. She was so unlike herself, dirty, filthy, horny. Pissing on my cock as she rode me, pulling my face into her pussy to eat it. I should have known that something was wrong.

I never expected the booking to lead me to him. My stepson. Standing in his hotel doorway in nothing but a trench coat and lingerie, I should have walked away. I tried. But he knew how desperately I needed the money. And when I sank to my knees telling myself I could detach — the taste of him ruined me completely. I lost myself on that cock, moaning like the woman I am, not the stepmother I was supposed to be. I nearly escaped. Coat half on, knickers soaked. Then he dragged that cockhead through my hairy folds and I snapped. Mounted him. Rode my own stepson with everything I couldn't say aloud. He wanted to cum on my face. On his stepmother's face. I laughed, genuinely shocked. I meant to refuse. Instead I begged for it. Milked him until he erupted across my cheeks, my lips, my chin. Marked. Owned. And I licked every drop I could reach. We never did complete the transaction. Some things you simply cannot charge for.

I’ve been keeping something from you. I’ve convinced myself that you already know. How could you not? Every time you walk past me I tense in the hopes that you might say something, might come a little closer, put your hand on my shoulder. Every time you look at me i feel as though I flush, my eyes fucking you so clearly to see. At night when his hands run across my body I imagine they are yours. I sit at my desk and fantasise about how you would touch me, where you would mount me. I have to tell you. Solo masturbation - Cheating - Confession of crush -

I had gotten lazy. All the years I have been stealing my stepmothers pantyhose and cumming as I sniffed them and she had never known. Of course she would become suspicious, I had kept so many. She found my videos, I was mortified, so many videos that I had made of her, super imposing her face on pornstars so I could imagine her, what she would do to me. I thought she would be furious when she found out. She seemed to be at first, then she switched, she showed me her true feelings. She was aroused by my obsession for her. She loomed over me as she ripped her tights instructing me to taste her as she pissed down my throat. So turned on she then demanded that she had to fuck me. Was I dreaming. My bare cock inside her, she knew she shouldn’t let me but she wanted me, she could not stop herself. MILF - Mature - Cougar - Piss - Pee - Stepmom - Taboo - Roleplay - Pantyhose - Tights