My name is .
I am a "M.I.L.F."; not that I would like to fuck myself (although an activity I admittedly occasionally enjoy), but that I am a [veteran] mother who is knowingly fuckable. I am 38 years old and am the proud mother of two lovely children. My oldest, Fred, is 19 years old, the same age I was when I brought him into this world. His father, Frank Applewater, was not excited at the prospect of fatherhood. He took off to live his life in California, free from the responsibility to his impending son, when I was seven months pregnant with his offspring. Fred is 5-10, the athletic sort, and shares my darkish complexion and hair but has his father's blue eyes and charming smile.
My second child, Elizabeth, is 18 years old, the daughter of myself and her father both biologically and in terms of her upbringing, the acting father of my son, and my former husband, Arthur Walsh. She is the sunny, flirtatious sort, her dark hair usually in pigtails framing her unbearably cute facial features and the same brilliant emerald eyes as Arthur. Her body is sleek, springy, and athletic in contrast to my own voluptuous curves. About a year and a half ago, I returned home early from a day at the spa and walked in on Arthur with a slutty teenaged neighbor of ours bent over Elizabeth's bed, pounding her pussy with reckless abandon as she squealed with delight and screamed, urging him to fuck her harder, deeper, faster. A divorce followed shortly thereafter.
Since then, my age-defying appearance has attracted numerous lovers of various age-groups, often much younger than myself. When the whim takes me, I pursue hard cock like a MILF on a mission. And I suppose that's what I am today, a MILF on a mission. The regular bar-friendly crowd intrigues me about as much as a slowly-growing summer grass; I like to score my pleasure in more imaginative, unorthodox, or even dangerous ways (and/or settings). Both of my children are staying in the comfort of my decently-sized house, a gift of the divorce settlement, during the summer before returning to the university in the Fall. My daughter entertains a handful of boyfriends and my son throws frequent parties, shin-digs and gettogethers brimming with more than enough muscular male bodies to moisten the lips as well as the panties, to ignite the darker side of my imagination.
Unfortunately, in addition to my pursuit of passion, I also have several motherly duties to attend to: groceries need be bought, lawnmowers fixed, showers taken, prescriptions, such as those of mine and my daughter's birth control, filled, and checks need be cashed at the local banking facility. I've got my work cut out for me and only a day to complete all of my self-assigned tasks. A woman posessed, eyes on the prize, MILF on a mission that I am, the logical starting point is... |