Margaret Thinks Back To Work Out How She Became a Milf Slut

Margaret fell asleep quickly, before she had a chance to think her problems through. Up early the next morning, she showered, made herself breakfast and then tidied her apartment. It was a Saturday and she didn't have much to do, other than to wait for Jim Hansen's promised telephone call.

Sitting in her favorite armchair, Margaret sipped a glass of wine as she thought things over. It was a strange coincidence that Jim had mentioned her lover John Stephan the previous night but not nearly so dangerous or threatening as she had first imagined, when he had taken her completely by surprise.

There wasn't much chance that Jim would find' out about her affair as long as she observed the simplest forms of caution. John was an independent-minded young lad, hopefully smart enough not to brag about his sexual conquests. Nor was he likely to take up much of her time or demand to see her evenings.

Thus, she could divide her attentions between the two virile studs, keeping each ignorant of the other's position. But that was the least of her problems. She couldn't let John Stephan be expelled from school, had to find some way to get the boy she loved out of the pattern he had formed for himself.

That was what she had intended to do in the first place, what she had already tried to impress! on the wild boy. Now it was imperative that she reach him, make him understand that his whole future was at stake. It wasn't going to be easy with Jim Hansen around, watching her every move.

Once again she had landed hi a difficult spot. Margaret forgot the present and allowed her thoughts to drift back a year and then furthers back. She needed to work out in her own head how she had become such a Milf slut. It was time to confront herself again, to take stock of her way of life. Things were at a serious pass and she could not afford to let herself relax mentally.

She had always liked young boys, that was the fact which Margaret had to start with. In college she had always liked them young, much to the amusement of her classmates. As long as she herself was young, that was all right. It was only as a married woman that her real troubles had begun.

Margaret had married three years after graduating teacher's college. She had known William Dowler during her senior year and they had kept sporadic contact. A chance encounter had started them dating and eventually Margaret had agreed to marry the handsome accountant who was three years her senior.

The first few years of their marriage had been satisfactory. William was a virile man, a good husband, a steady worker. His earnings allowed Margaret to take a year off from work, during which time he had suggested that she have a child. Margaret had vetoed that idea instinctively, knowing somehow that her marriage would come to grief sooner or later.

Boredom had set in slowly and imperceptibly. William's disappointment over her refusal to have a child had resulted in a slacking off of his passion and the time Margaret spent alone in their apartment began to weigh heavy on her mind. Something had to happen, some change had to be made in her life.

It had happened quite suddenly and much to Margaret's surprise. One afternoon she had met Carl Garret, a eighteen year old boy who delivered groceries for the local supermarket. She had admired Carl during their few meetings, taken by his black shiny hair, deep set brown eyes and trim athletic figure.

Their affair began on a blazingly hot summer day. Margaret had been loafing around the house in a pair of shorts and a brief halter top, sweltering and wondering what to do with her day. Carl had staggered in under three bags of groceries and she had asked him to sit down and have a cold soda.

Then they had begun to talk and Margaret could not help being flattered by the boy's obvious admiration. His eyes ate her body alive but he was too timid to meet her own stare, too unsure of himself to take what was being tacitly offered to him. It was up to Margaret to make the first move. It represented the first instance of infidelity to her husband but at the time Margaret hardly thought about that. She had sat next to the boy, talked to him soothingly, insinuated herself into his confidence. Then she had found some excuse to touch him and the real fun had begun. Within ten minutes, Margaret had led the boy into her connubial bedroom.

It was necessary that day for Margaret to be the aggressor, a role she quickly came to relish. The boy had been so young, so completely innocent that he had no idea what to do with a woman. Seated on the bed, Margaret had kissed the boy, had taken his hand and pressed it into her cleavage, had then removed her halter to give him an unimpeded view of her tits.

Then he had responded, burying in his face in Margaret's boobs and sucking greedily at her huge pink nipples, dragging them one after another into his eager young mouth. Margaret knew that she would not get far with the boy that day. It was too soon to think of taking his virginity.

But there was nothing to stand between her and the boy's cock, to prevent Margaret from giving Carl his first blowjob. She reached for the boy's crotch, touching it lightly with her fingers, satisfied that he was already in a state of erection. So far he
didn't seem terribly frightened of her.

The boy allowed Margaret to open his pants and then pull his prick out, freeing the stiff scepter from its confining garments. To her surprise, he had turned out surprisingly large, a good six inches long. Margaret smiled as she fondled the boy's prick, knowing that she had him in her power.