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Know-howA MILF’s stunning first encounter with her daughter’s new boyfriend….It’s a given that experienced women have the know-how in sex. Tits full of maturity, pussy savoir-faire and arsehole finesse to make the dirty very enjoyable for a pair or occasionally a threesome. So I was non-plussed when I realised I hadn’t had a decent shag or butt full in nearly three weeks. Well it was twenty days actually and it caught me by surprise. How had I let it happen? Oh it was easy enough to find excuses in my own mind. I had got slack at the gym which was always a reliable milf hot spot for a needy divorcee like me. I could have blamed work and a few extra night shifts at the nursing home where I was employed and then sleeping; yes actually sleeping in my bed. Since Max had left Glendown Aged Care; the staff were now all women and none so far as I could tell had bi inclinations. Work roots had disappeared. My house wasn’t falling apart, which was a pity because the young plumber who repaired my hot water cylinder last month was a frickin well hung stud and a dirty rampant arsehole bandit to boot. Well I could always order pizza if I got really desperate and give one of those delivery guys a real hot surprise….After a long refreshing sleep I was finally up at about three in the afternoon…it didn’t feel like the right time for breakfast. It didn’t seem like the right time for a shower and some coochie relief with the warm water jet hitting my clit…I really was at a loose end sexually…this was bad…very bad…libido decline…shit was I hitting menopause?I had a coffee and was wandering around the house in only my briefs…I had taken to doing this since my daughter Talia had moved out six months ago…it made me feel sexy letting my gorgeous big boobies sway and wobble… and it certainly gave the plumber and pizza guys no mixed messages.I needed something to get my mind off sex. I accepted I was in a drought and if I relaxed the action would happen soon enough. My distraction was immediate: boxes of Talia’s stuff she still had not moved to her flat. Just what was keeping that lass so busy these days…well the answer was obvious…a new boyfriend no doubt…she hadn’t even called me for the last week and a half…not even a frickin text.I tried to call Talia but got no response. I had a key to her flat and decided after putting on a short skirt and a tight top; to take the boxes to her unit this afternoon.I parked outside her place. Her car wasn’t there. I grabbed the first box from the back seat, felt the heat of the afternoon but got busy with opening her front door balancing a box rather precariously.I really thought I had the place to myself. I was tempted to dump Talia’s stuff immediately inside kaçak bahis the open plan lounge kitchen area. Maybe right by the front door, giving her a hint as to how I felt about having to move her gear in the first place. Well I did that for box after box, getting very hot and sweaty until I ran out of space.Oh, don’t be a PMT bitch I told myself which was way more positive to my self esteem than my earlier thinking about menopause. At least put her shoe boxes in her closet: I instructed myself….On entering her bedroom I took in the hunky male facing away from me focusing on a computer screen and happily jerking off to some explicit moany porn…which came into close up as a lovely gripping arsehole being perfectly filled with a whopper of a cock.Well I assumed the guy wanking off in only a pair of boxers was Talia’s new boyfriend…caught by me in a Don Juan moment. Porn putting him so he thought in total charge of his release; not pumping and thrusting away like many a guy waiting endlessly for a young woman’s orgasm to catch up.Well I could have embarrassed him. I suppose I could have backed out of the room too. Neither thought crossed my mind. I was milf cock focussed. Oh not on the huge dong pounding arse on a small screen… more the pecker I hadn’t seen yet which was giving a virile stud plenty of self groaning pleasure. Taking sexual advantage of a young male is too easy for an experienced milf…or so I thought…“Let me suck it honey” I said after putting down the shoe boxes and moving right in next to him. His cock was raging, rigid and enjoying self attention but I knew I could do much better for its total mind blowing and physical release satisfaction.“Oh shit” he said tucking his gorgeous cock uncomfortably in his boxers; but it was too horny and flexed like a prominent tent pole in a stiff breeze.“Don’t hide it…it deserves to be seen…it deserves attention…yours and mine” my eyes giving the full flirt.“Oh Christ…don’t tell Talia….you are Mandy….right?” was all he got out next. His cock retreating in size. Shrinking with mortification. He surreptitiously turned off the laptop. “Well” I replied: “ the advantage in names but not private underwear secrets is currently yours…so Talia has mentioned me…I hope nicely …but you are?” and I whipped my head letting my long dark hair float fully sexily across his close cheek.“Um” yeah he was having trouble focussing on anything but my huge close cleavage and his cock had responded to my sweeping hair…he was back at half mast at least…“It’s Matty” he finally got out “and Talia has only said nice things about you”“How nice” I said brushing both my titties across his face and pausing for a moment with his nose nestled tipobet güvenilir mi in my cleavage.“Oh that you’re hot for a mum…and she’s right about that”“Now Mathew” I added really only teasing him, “Why does a spunky guy like you need porn with a slutty daughter like my Talia…seriously…I bet she can’t get enough”“Well” and he went a bit sheepish and his cock wasn’t as pushy as it had been a moment ago: “Tally is great …don’t get me wrong…but I crave a good butt fuck and she’s just not into it…so I get my fantasy…if not the reality online”“Geez …you got me there “I said surprised, “I’d have thought my Tallie was a backdoor skank…an arsehole craver…but I can see by your face you are serious”“Yeah…Talia is great…but I’m a guy…I’ve had arse crack before and I’m frickin addicted…I just don’t know what to do apart from porn?”“Matty, Matty, Matty…we can’t have an unhappy cock in my daughter’s pussy” and I was rubbing his groin and my tongue was in his mouth and his hands were on my arse and it was a smear of foreplay as two bodies found their natural state.Well for my daughter’s boyfriend it was dropping his jocks. But equally a skirt, a tight top, a bra and skimpy panties are no obstacle for busy flesh seeking fingers.Pressing touch to private fondling is dynamite for two; detonating lust regardless of the consequences…fuck knows when Talia would be back…we were both compromised in raunchy cooperation. We were on the carpet. I was sucking cock, cock I had missed so much in the past three weeks and Matty’s tongue was doing a very good job for a young man around and in my pussy and his fingers were quickly getting acquainted with my arse crack.Now I had the thought…Shit I’m a milf tart but I’m not a slutty whorish cheater on my own daughter… am I? My qualm nearly lost in great finger work on my butthole. God the lad could work a bum crack. He was crooking his finger to really dig and expand gently, then spitting in my growing gape and the real surprise blowing warm air around and in my choccie starfish.Of course I wasn’t going to cheat on my own daughter’s pussy…but God I was having this cock…I was sucking Matty off really hard and deep…working his pecker to a rigid lance. I knew too not to ignore his needy balls. And when I reciprocated with several blasts of warmish air up his own cute arse I thought he was going to cum way too early for my liking.I had to get him focussed on my need which happily was also his need…my arsehole would do fine for a stress relieving outlet…with his cock inlet.I was on the edge of my daughters springy double bed…she had this cute doona with love hearts all over it. All Matty noticed was my shaved güvenilir bahis love heart between my legs…pink and open…and a cute puckered balloon knot below it. Yeah I knew how to do the anal wink…and he got it…I saw his cock stiffen immediately…he was now super hard.I didn’t have to instruct the lad where to put his cock…he knew which hole was his…no need for a prolonged RSVP either. His pecker took its cue from my fingers spreading my gaped backdoor just for him.“Oh give me a big wad of your spittle first” I said…I appreciated the added lube and so would his fat cock.His pecker was where it needed to be in the immediate instance of mine and his existence, prodding straight into my exposed special opening in the gawped missionary position…easily the best pose for deep satisfying anal. He was groaning. His face a contorted pleasurable sight to behold. I was moaning because he was filler. A real arsehole driller. Matty knew he had it good. A milf with know-how and tight ring finesse. I had the delectable clench. His cock in my natural skin vice. I had the grip. I had the grasp. The clutch and clamp for my excitement…my aroused pleasure and his cock’s blissful delight. I had the squeezy contractions of experience. I was an arsehole queen giving a young guy easily his best butt fuck and he’d be back more…the regular more I also needed.His cock was trapped happier than a finger in a sticky bun. Cock snared by milf arse…it has to be experienced to be believed.Matty was buckling at the knees beside the edge of the bed. His cock choking for release in me…then I thought…No let him cream my cute crack next time.“Get your cock between my titties” I demanded…milf authority…and I had to wriggle; ease him out of my butt…he was addicted…his pecker wanted to take up permanent residence in my arse.I pushed my swishing swaying awesome fun-bags around his cock…and typical male he forgot my arse in sensational soft mammary pressure on his hard pecker. I mean I knew a titty fuck and lucky me I had the boobies to deliver big time.I was on my knees on the edge of the bed his cock pointing straight up to my face between my pressing exacting huge marshmallow titties. Matty did a series of geyser spurts up over my face…my tongue catching dribbled warmth….my ears catching pitched guttural groans of boyish delight….What more is there to tell…Matty helped me put the boxes in Talia’s closet. We shared a coffee…across the table…seemingly so innocent as Talia came home from shopping…I helped her put the groceries away…Matty was getting ready for work.“Well mum what do you think” said my daughter.“Nice young man…a real keeper honey”“Aw mum you’re sweet …thanks for bringing my stuff around…but there is more in the garage still…I’ll get it soon…I promise.”“Oh no problem…I’ll bring it around…no problem at all.”“Wow thanks…you really are a super mum…” Yeah I’d take that…my arse certainly still felt super happy.
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