Many young men fantasize about older women, MILFs that they wish they could bang, but few get to sleep with the ones they desire most. In this sexy 5-pack bundle of MILF stories, five young men will have their wildest fantasies realized with sexy, mature, experienced women who are driven mad with lust.
Included in this volume are:
THE POOL BOY AND THE MILF: Tommy has a thing for MILFs — and Mrs. Williams is going to show him just how hot MILFs can be!
THE DELIVERY BOY AND THE MILF: Bicycle courier Geoffrey is called into Cassandra’s office to talk about just how he can satisfy the MILF’s every need.
THE FRAT BOY AND THE MILF: Jason is a frat boy obsessed with MILFs. Jane is a MILF who gets no sexual satisfaction in her marriage. What starts as an innocent photoshoot soon turns into an experience giving them both what they so desperately crave.
THE PAPERBOY AND THE MILF: What starts as the usual flirting soon escalates into tearing off clothes and Mrs. Miller showing eighteen-year-old Ryan just how phenomenal a bored housewife can be in bed.
THE CABANA BOY AND THE MILF: Eli works at a Mexican beach resort and has only one thing on his mind — banging a hot MILF vacationing without her husband — but his slimy boss seems determined to get in his way.
MILF Sex Bundle is a 22,600 word collection of previously published MILF erotica stories.
The sound of the back door turns my attention back to the house. Mrs. Williams is walking toward me with a tray containing a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses.
“You’re looking a little hot, Tommy,” she says, with a warm smile. “Thought you might need a drink to cool you down.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Williams, I definitely do.” I lay the net down on the deck and join her at the poolside table. She places the tray down and pours lemonade into the glasses. When she hands me my glass, our fingers touch and I get a sudden jolt to my dick. It was a passing touch, harmless, but with where my mind is right now, it’s an incredible turn on.
I chug back half the glass, hoping the cold lemonade will cool the inferno of my building lust. Then I watch her take a dainty sip from her glass and then follow a bead of perspiration as it rolls down her neck and into the hollow of her cleavage.
She’s got a tight, white T-shirt on, with what looks like a floral bikini top beneath. Her outfit is finished off with cut-off jeans that ride high on her tanned thighs.
The lemonade is doing nothing to cool me down. My cock is at full attention, surely tenting my shorts if I would dare to look down.
Mrs. Williams quickly eyes me up and down and lets out a soft chuckle. My cheeks warm with a blush of embarrassment — I know she saw my boner tenting my shorts.
“Call me Sharon,” she says, as she puts her glass down on the tray. She takes a moment to stretch, thrusting her chest toward me. My eyes lock on her tits and my mind empties.
She chuckles again and says, “You don’t need to call me Mrs. Williams. Sharon is nicer. It’s more … intimate.”