Free My Girlfriend's MILF by A.B. Summers Page A

“I’m Richie.”
    “Yes, I know,” Ms. Carson says, laughing a little now. “Mindy’s sent me a few pictures of the two of you. You make a real cute couple.” She pauses, looking down for a moment. “Can I have my hand back now?”
    I laugh nervously and let go of her hand. “Oh, shit, yeah. Sorry, Ms. Carson.”
    She moves her head back for a moment and gives me a fake-indignant look. “Ms. Carson? What is this, the 1950s? Call me Beth. We’re all adults here, aren’t we?”
    “Right,” I say. “We’re all grown-ups.”
    She smiles at me for a moment and then walks to the front door. I shamelessly stare at her ass in those black yoga-pants. It is larger than Mindy’s, and perhaps not as tight, but ohmygod is it turning me on like fuck right now. I see no signs of a panty-line, so either she is wearing a thong the size of dental floss or she isn’t wearing any underwear.
    This last thought fills me with the kind of desire that makes it hard to breathe, and I inhale sharply as Beth Carson gently leans forward through the open screen door and calls out to Mindy, telling her to come on out.
    I want to come on out too, I think now as I can almost smell Beth Carson’s pussy through the thin Spandex of those yoga-pants. I imagine myself dropping to my knees, pushing her up against the side of the house, her ass in my face. I’d rip those yoga-pants right down the seams, bury my face in her ass and pussy, licking and sucking until she’s wet and helpless. Then I’d stand up and reach around for those hard, MILF nipples, savoring their tightness, reveling in the way they harden beneath my fingers as I pinch and pull at them. Then—
    “Oh, hey, Richie,” comes Mindy’s shrill, nineteen-year-old voice, and I am broken out of my daydream.
    I am hot and annoyed, and I feel my boxers wet with precum. My hard-on disappears rapidly as Mindy comes to me and grabs my arm and leans in for a quick kiss.
    I think I see Beth Carson flinch a bit as Mindy kisses me, but I tell myself it’s just my imagination and wishful thinking. No way is this happening. No way am I going to get to fuck my girlfriend’s mom, my girlfriend’s MILF.

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    A nd I didn’t get to fuck her—not that summer at least. No, that summer was hot and heavy with Mindy—after all, we had only been together a few months, and when you’re nineteen all you want to do is fuck and cum. So Mindy and I did just that all summer. Blowjobs in my truck. Fucking outdoors in the woods. Handjobs in the last row of the movie theater. I even took her in the ass for the first time, down in my basement, on the fourth of July while everyone was outside watching the fireworks.
    But I can’t deny that I much preferred not to have to look at Mindy in the face when we fucked the rest of that summer. I asked for more and more blowjobs and handjobs, and when we fucked it was almost always from behind. I had no issues eating her pussy, and I loved her round, tight little ass, but the truth is that when I was fucking Mindy, I was thinking about Beth Carson.
    This was especially true when I would play with Mindy’s tits. Now, Mindy had reasonably large boobs, and they were smooth and perky. But her nipples were light pink, small, and soft, and although they would prick up a bit when I pinched them or ran my tongue over them, I could not help but feel a desperate longing for the hard, tough nipples of a MILF, of my girlfriend’s MILF.
    So I spent that summer fucking Mindy senseless, but often with my eyes closed, in my mind imagining that Beth Carson was the one taking my cock in her mouth or jerking me off in the darkness or screaming as I rammed her hard from behind.
    My fantasies got more elaborate and frequent, and as August rolled around I began to go over to Mindy’s place more and more often, sometimes without even telling Mindy, hoping I’d run into Beth Carson all alone, sitting on that porch in those tight yoga-pants. Perhaps she’d be asleep in the sun when I