Dogging With Margaret The Milf

The following morning, Margaret Dowler received two telephone calls. She was awakened early by June, who had received the results of her pregnancy test. It was obvious from the tone of June's voice that she had tested negatively and that her problems were solved, at least in that one area.

But the girl was still in trouble, with her parents, with John Stephan, and with the school authorities. Both she and John were still in danger of being thrown out of school. The principal, Jim Hansen, evidently intended to make an example of the two youngsters, much to Margaret's dismay.

As she was trying to digest the information she had received from June Goodwin, trying to find some way to convince Jim to go easy on the naive youngsters, the telephone rang again. Before lifting the receiver, Margaret knew instinctively that it was John calling her, though she couldn't imagine just why.

The boy was nervous on the telephone, barely able to make himself speak to Margaret. Despite her initial coolness, Margaret found herself sympathizing with John almost immediately. The boy's apology was sincere and he seemed in a deep hole, having no idea of what to do about his various problems.

Margaret agreed to meet John that day but insisted that they go for a drive together rather than meet at her apartment. She told John to dress and start walking toward her house. It was still quite early and she was not altogether awake. Nor did she know exactly what to say to her young lover.

Ten minutes later they were sitting together in the front seat of Margaret's automobile, driving quickly out of town. At first Margaret said nothing to her lover, letting John suffer in silence. The boy had a lot of explaining to do and there was no point making things too easy for him.

"I won't try to hide anything from you, Mrs. Dowler," he began. "You know about me and June, I guess everybody does now. I got a call from her this morning and she's not pregnant."
"That's good," Margaret answered, realizing that June had not told John about their scene of the previous night. "You have other problems though. I'm not sure if I can keep you and June from being expelled. It's not going to be easy."
"Do you really want to help me?" John asked, looking directly at Margaret for the first time that morning. "Even after the shitty things I've done. That's really nice of you."
Margaret explained things as well as she could, without mentioning her relationships with June and Jim Hansen. She told John that she had always been concerned with his fate, even before they had become lovers. She realized that he wad-in trouble and that part of that was her fault. She would do what she could but it was impossible to guarantee the results.
"It's strange," John told her a few minutes later. "When you and me first started, you know, making it together, I didn't really care about school. I just wanted to get into you and I would have said anything. But now I feel different, I really do. I want to stay in school and I'm going to work hard if I graduate. I was even talking with my folks about going to college."
"That's a long way off," Margaret replied, "but I'm glad to hear you talking like that. Aren't your parents furious at you, John? Aren't they going to punish you?"
John explained that his mother and father took little interest in his doings, academic or otherwise. They were upset at the idea of his getting a girl pregnant but otherwise were willing to give John a free hand. Suddenly Margaret realized how young John was, how innocent and confused. Without proper parental guidance, it was no surprise that he had a propensity for trouble.

Margaret drove the car into a state park that was practically deserted on the chill November morning. She turned the engine oft and faced John directly, wondering what else she could say to the boy. He was still nervous, almost at the point of tears, and his vulnerability made him all the more appealing.

"I guess it's all over between us," John stated quietly. "I know you don't want to make it with me anymore and I guess I've lost June too. The thing is I still want you, Mrs. Dowler. Shit, I just don't know what to say to you."
"You've said enough," Margaret resumed. "I forgive you, John, darling, and I don't want to lose you either."

They were parked in the center of a copse of tall oak trees, hidden from the road and the parking lot. Margaret thought things over for a moment and realized that she was going to make it with John again. The boy was impossible to resist, especially now when he needed her more than ever.

She got out of the car and then opened the rear door, moving quickly into the back seat. John remained motionless for a second, not believing what was going on around him, afraid to offend the woman in whose hands his fate rested. But then it was obvious even to him that Margaret was ready to be taken. It was like dogging. It was outside in a car where anyone could come across them. Also it was with a milf.

Together in the back seat the two lovers got down to business without a second's hesitation. They kissed, holding each other tight and then Margaret began to struggle out of her clothing. The car windows had steamed up but it was too cold to open them. Margaret felt herself shivering as she watched John undress but knew that she would warm up in no time at all.

Seeing her lover naked, Margaret went right to work. She let John kiss her again and reach for her tits, but then her hand stretched down to the boy's cock, grasping it tightly, almost desperately. It was frightening to think that she had almost lost John, her best and most virile lover.

The boy sighed with relief as he felt Margaret jerking him off. The older woman was a puzzle to him, always coming up with something new, shocking him when he least expected it. But they were together again and she was turning him on as well as ever. That was the most important, the only important thing.

Margaret held John's prick tight in her long, cool fingers. She pulled the loose skin of the collar back and forth over the spongy head until John's rod had stiffened completely. It was cramped and uncomfortable in the back seat but she was not going to let that stand in her way for a minute.

She bent her head forward and then protruded her tongue until it had touched the tip of John's meat. Her tongue danced over the sensitive head and then she forced it into John's come slit, causing the boy to quiver with excitement. He was so nervous and insecure that he was likely to shoot prematurely.

Then Margaret took three inches of hard cock into her mouth, using her lips and tongue to drive the boy wild with lust. She was desperate to taste his come and immediately began to bounce her head up and down rhythmically, taking in more cock with each stroke, loving the taste of his warm taut skin.

John lifted his body slightly, raising his hips and driving his cock deeper into Margaret's throat. He watched the woman carefully, watched as his prick sank in to the hilt, so that her nose was pressed into his tangled pubic hair and her teeth gently framed his base. Margaret looked up and met his eyes, knowing that nothing had really changed
between them.

She let John's prick slide all the way out of her mouth, coated with a bath of her warm saliva. The boy's body was teetering on the edge of the seat and his balls were dangling freely. Margaret protruded her tongue again, this time licking at John's scrotum, determined to give the boy the best blow job of his life.

She worked on John's balls for a few minutes, feeling his stiff prick slapping up against her cheeks as it bobbed spasmodically, wetting Margaret with her own saliva. John's prick was hard as a rock and darker than ever. She had to get it back into her mouth before the boy shot his wad.

Holding the rigid scepter in her right hand, Margaret bent it toward her lips. Then she was sucking it again, pulling at the heavy weapon until she could feel the blood coursing through John's penile veins. The boy was moaning with passion already, a sure sign that he was ready to fly.

He rammed his prick deep into Margaret's throat, giving the passionate woman all she could handle. Margaret sucked away willingly, trying not to choke, to regulate her breathing to the rhythm of John's oral assault. Now she could taste a preliminary drop of come, knew that the boy was going to satisfy her.

"I'm going to come," John told her in a choked, strained voice. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, yeah, it's happening, I can't hold it back. Shit, don't stop, you do that so nice. I can't take it anymore. I got to come, shit, yeah, I'm COMMMMMMIIINNNGGGGGG."

Margaret swallowed the juices that poured into her mouth greedily. She loved the acrid taste of John's come and the smell of his sweating, lusting young body. It was hot as hell in the car now but she liked it that way. Then John shot again, sending a second jet of hot frothing lather into her mouth.