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

arrived, and I’d stand over her, watch her for a while. Maybe I’d slowly pull the neckline of her top out so I could look down at her breasts, those MILF breasts that were all I could think of. Perhaps she’d wake up but pretend to be asleep still, moaning slightly as if in a dream, all but inviting me to put my hands on her, to reach down through her top, through her bra, to where those nipples were waiting to be pinched so hard that they turn dark red with desire.
    But it was all just fantasy. Although I got to know Beth Carson a little better, we barely had a conversation that was more than a few lines. Mindy never invited me over for dinner or anything, and so I never got to spend more than a few minutes with the object of my desire.
    By the time we were back at college, I found my fantasies getting more and more desperate. It was no longer just any MILF—it had to be Beth Carson, my girlfriend’s MILF. I’d wake up in my dorm room bed, Mindy asleep beside me under the covers, and I’d carefully sneak out of bed and head to the bathroom where I could take care of my morning erection with thoughts of Beth. This was getting to be an obsession, I knew. It was beyond just juvenile fantasy. I needed to have this woman. I needed her nipples in my mouth, my hard young cock in her soft wet pussy.
    And so I decided to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. This was going to happen, one way or another. We’re all adults, aren’t we? Yes, this was going to happen. I was going to fuck my girlfriend’s MILF, no matter what, no matter how.
    And I couldn’t wait until Christmas or Spring Break, and certainly not until next summer. It needed to happen NOW!

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    I thought about it for the rest of that week as I jerked myself off three or four times a day, often declining sex with Mindy because I was so fucked out, so obsessed with my MILF fantasy. Finally, on Thursday, I realized I would have my chance.
    Mindy was in a sorority, and she and her sisters were going on a three-day retreat this coming weekend. I guess she had mentioned it earlier, but I had forgotten about it, so when she told me I was ecstatic. It seemed like a sign from those angels of depravity and sex, a coincidence that I had to take advantage of.
    So I kissed Mindy and told her I would miss her, and when Friday rolled around and she got into that dark blue university-issued van and headed off to the mountains or the woods or wherever the fuck their little retreat was, I ran back to my room, hurtling up the stairs two-at-a-time, and stuffed some clothes and my laptop into a backpack.
    Within a few minutes I was in my truck, music blaring, my cock twitching with anticipation as I wondered if I would last the entire three-hour drive without pulling out my dick and jerking off all over myself.
    But I held on, because I wanted to save myself for Beth Carson. Although I still hadn’t figured out how the fuck I was going to pull it off, I knew that failure wasn’t an option. This was going to happen, no matter what.

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    T he porch is empty when I pull up to Beth Carson’s house. Not surprising, because it is late fall and the winds have picked up. It is about sixty degrees outside, but the sun is almost down, and it might get chilly. Perfect weather to sit close together on the couch, maybe light a fire and get the room all hot, watch the light from the flickering flames highlight Beth Carson’s naked body as I suck on her breasts and finger her till she’s wet and completely in my control.
    I turn off the engine and sit in my truck for a few minutes. What the fuck am I doing here? Did I seriously just drive three hours thinking I am going to be able to fuck this heavenly MILF, my girlfriend’s forty-year-old mom? What do I say to her? Where do I begin?
    Do I just knock on the front door, my hard cock in my hand, like in those ridiculous porno movies? Will she be half-naked too, already wet because she’s been touching herself, all alone in the living