An Affair With A Sexy Milf

Margaret continued to service the huge organ long after it had begun to wilt in her mouth. She loved the taste of Carl's thick cum, rolling it around in her mouth, sloshing it between her teeth and letting some of it dribble down her chin before swallowing the bulk of the fluids.

Then Carl stepped back, pulling his prick away from her still clinging lips. He was practically afraid to look at Margaret kneeling there before him, cum drooling down from her chin and forming a puddle between her huge, heaving tits. It was like a dream come true, a fantasy made flesh. Every boy wants to fuck a milf, but little did he realise that it was going to turn into an affair.

And that had been just the beginning of their affair, Margaret remembered, a union that got better and better until ending with a bang. At first she had chided herself for her adultery, had tried to stay away from the teenager who had awakened her sexual passions so suddenly and dramatically. She had even called Carl at work and insisted that they not see each other again, but even in the middle of her speech Margaret knew that she would weaken. Sex with her husband had become a travesty, devoid of satisfaction. Only the neophyte caresses of her young lover could turn Margaret on.

And so their affair had continued. William seemed to spend more and more time at the office, giving Margaret all the free time she needed for a sluty milf activities. Carl would show up after school, during his working hours, whenever the opportunity arose to spend time with the woman who was directing his sexual education.

They had gone through every position in the book together and eventually Carl had become as much a sexual connoisseur as his older mistress. He was ready to try anything in bed, always eager to learn new ways to turn her on and to satiate the lust that never seemed to leave his healthy adolescent body.

Their meetings became more frequent, to the point where Margaret felt she could not live without her young lover. But at the same time, her relationship with William had become perfunctory. She had no interest in the man, no respect for him, at times hardly seemed to notice his existence.

It was hard to avoid feeling contempt for William when she was using his house for her love affairs. And Margaret grew more careless, not bothering to hide tell-tale traces of her lovemaking, no longer worrying that William might call or come home early when she was in her adolescent lover's embrace.

One summer afternoon she and Carl sat together in the kitchen', he drinking a coke and she finishing a vodka martini. They had fucked once that day and she had blown Carl but it was obvious that the boy wanted more.

As Margaret stood before the refrigerator, bending to dislodge another can of soda from the lowest shelf, Carl came behind her, pressing his pelvis against her big, irresistible ass. She could feel his harden bulging behind the thin fabric of his summer pants, knew that he wanted her all over again.

Margaret sighed with desire as she felt the boy lifting her short skirt and then pulling her silk panties down to her shapely ankles. Then she heard his zipper opening and heard Carl pulling his prick free of his underwear. Soon she could feel his fingers groping between her thighs.

The boy located her cunt and wasted no time in forcing two of his fingers into that enchanting love chute. Margaret began to drip with pussy juice, talking to her lover, telling him to hurry up and fuck her. It was late and Carl should have been far gone but she couldn't stop now.