by EVA QUEEN
MILF HAREM AN EXPLICIT EROTIC STORY BUNDLE EVA QUEEN
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Contents
Story 1: Illicit Emotions
Story 2: Irresistible Temptress
Story 3: Cravings for Temptation
Story 4: Wicked Relations
Story 5: Obsessive bond
Story 1: Illicit Emotions
I am a thirty-five-year-old mother of two high school young men. With an approximate height of 5 feet and 2 inches, reddish-brown hair, green eyes, I consider myself pretty attractive for my age. I weigh approximately one hundred and twenty pounds, a frequent gym participant desperate to get rid of my little belly fat, yet my beloved husband considers that to be appealing. I have a 36C bust with enormous areolas and huge nipples that are over-sensitive and have caused significant embarrassment from time to time. My husband is a Multimedia freelancer who successfully engaged with a few MNCs on multiple lucrative projects and travels frequently because of his job nature. We have a normal sexual life like usual couples, even though I have had an exuberant sexual life before I met my better half, Donald.
He was traveling to Seattle on a business tour during the Thanksgiving Celebrations that year to finalize a lucrative deal and to spend the weekend with his Mom and sister. Even though he requested all from us to go with him, just our fourteen-year-old boy, Jason, managed to accompany him. Our oldest son, Curtis, was finishing off high school that year, was a member of the school’s varsity soccer team, and never wanted to miss his last Thanksgiving game for his school. Thus, he and I had to stay behind. We dropped Donald and Jason at the air terminal, then drove across town to get Curtis’s best friend and team captain, Ambrose, before reaching for the game. Curtis inquired as to whether Ambrose could spend the Thanksgiving weekend with us since his parents were in the middle of a separation. His parents had already sold off their house, both had moved out together with their respective partners, and the young man was staying in the school hostel for the past couple of months. Sympathizing at his miserable plight that the young man was going through, I concurred and thought it might be a necessary break for him to recharge his nerves.
We stopped by the college hostel on our return home. Ambrose was already waiting for us in front of the huge iron-barred entrance gate. He was much taller than Curtis at six feet and two inches height. His sturdy physique proclaimed the rigorous training he underwent in the gym. In his Black-Hispanic origin, warm and courteous behavior, and easy-going attitude, he made a gentleman’s impact in my eyes. We drove through the city’s hustle and bustle to our home with most of the discussion focused on the Thanksgiving Day Soccer match. Once inside the house, the young men went to shower and dress for a practice match scheduled for that night. Curtis called from upstairs and requested that I look in the basement, our laundry room, for his jockstrap and spandex shorts which he always preferred to wear under his pants. After handing over the items through the partially shut entryway, I inquired as to whether he required anything else from his heap of washed garments. He requested that I bring his other jockstrap since Ambrose had forgotten to pack his when he left the hostel. I hurried to the laundry room and looked through the pile of garments until I found the other jockstrap and rushed back up to Curtis’s room. As I passed by the upstairs bathroom, an embarrassing incident happened with me. Assuming Curtis’s presence in the bathroom and him doing his brushing, I made my way to give him the jockstrap. As I opened the entryway, I was stunned at the unexpected sight. There stood Ambrose before the vanity with literally nothing on in all his youthful and masculine glory. In his impeccably chiseled physique, his muscles adorned him like undulations at all the exact locations. Beneath his navel was a slender line of hair that led straight down to the biggest and blackest cock I have ever witnessed. It was exceptionally thick, around six inches in length while flaccid and hung down alongside his left thigh. With that size in his softened state, I had no doubt he would be bigger than my husband after achieving his full erection. The bulbous, pink cock head was partly secured with black foreskin. There was an enormous vein that appeared to run the entire length of the mammoth organ apart from numerous veins that crisscrossed it. He had a couple of huge balls, each with an approximate size of a tangerine, which was completely relaxed for they hung down halfway from his cock. My cheeks and ears burned with embarrassment at this unexpected interruption of privacy. Thus, I immediately pardoned myself and shut the entryway … telling him how sorry I was to have suddenly entered the washroom. I also apologized to him saying that I thought Curtis was in there and rushed to Curtis’s room to hand him over the jockstrap. I didn’t mention anything regarding this unfortunate incident to Curtis and strove to maintain my composure desperate to forget about it.
We lost the practice match that evening, which resulted in a long, uncomfortable, and silent trip back home. When we were home, I told the young men that I was going to take a shower. Curtis was quite distressed about the result and offered Ambrose to accompany him to the nearby bar for a couple of drinks. When I asked them when they would be home, Curtis grabbed the keys of the car and said they would return by 10:30 PM.
As I sunk into the bathtub, I continued wondering about Ambrose with him standing stripped naked in my washroom. I have never had such lewd thoughts about a naked male in my life. He was just nineteen, a year older to my kid, yet I felt something wicked and stimulating wondering how huge his cock might get if he was that huge in his flaccid state. One mind-blowing orgasm after another rocked my body as I massaged my clit, fingered myself through the hairy patch of red pubic hair. It was one of the most extraordinary orgasms of my life and I felt so deliciously naughty to be tempted by such lecherous thoughts. I was unable to believe I was fantasizing about a youthful black man’s cock who was my eldest son’s best friend. After getting out of the tub, I dried myself and put on my silk nightgown. I made myself some soup and cheese pasta for dinner and went downstairs in the library to cuddle up into the sofa with a nice book.
At around 11:45 PM, I heard the car being pulled in the garage and the front door creaking close. Curtis and Ambrose both arrived giggling and noisy. I could smell alcohol in their breath and ordered them to get upstairs and set
tle down for the night. I was extremely pissed off at what I had experienced from Curtis, even his dad never dared to arrive home getting that drunk. I yelled at Curtis for this misbehavior, drunk driving, and standing in front of his mother shamelessly. I scolded him saying he wouldn’t get the car for the next couple of months as a punishment for his offenses. Having realized how outrageously furious I was, he regretted his misdeeds and told me he ended up with some other team members in the bar who were also partying there. He kissed me on the cheek and said goodnight. Indeed, even Ambrose embraced me and expressed his regret for this misbehavior. I thought I felt Ambrose’s lump as he hugged me. I knew he could see my nipples squeezing through the silk material of my silken nightgown. I was soaking wet with illicit thoughts about this nineteen-year-old hunk.
Soon he let go of me and tailed his buddy upstairs. I heard the toilet flush and then Curtis’s room door was shut. I impatiently waited for around ten minutes before turning off the lights and going to my room. I peeked into Curtis’s room as I passed by. I saw that Curtis was already snoozing in the bed. I could see a trace of light erupting from the partially shut washroom door. Curious to know about the proceedings, I approached the washroom. I was absolutely stunned and bewildered at the fascinating sight I witnessed when I looked through the crack of the washroom door. There was Ambrose, naked, settled down on the corner of the bathtub facing the door. With his eyes shut, his breathing unusually faster than normal, sweating like hell, and smelling like intoxicating alcohol, he was stroking a monstrous black cock with one hand and holding a pair of my lacy panties in his other hand. His muscles flexed as he masturbated vigorously, his heavy scrotum rising and falling like waves of passionate excitement in perfect rhythm with every stroke. His hard erection was approximately the size of my forearm and the head was engorged like an egg. Each time he stroked, the skin would roll over the bulbous head deepening the reddish color, and then the skin would roll off once more. I ogled the mesmerizing sight and wondered if I was that alluring to be this young hunk’s fantasy. He easily debased my husband’s cock by turning him into a little kid’s penis. Corrupted by sinful thoughts, my legs quickly gave away the resistance and I ventured into the washroom. Ambrose was shocked to find me standing right before him and on being caught red-handed for exploring his perverse desires. His expressions changed instantaneously as if he had seen a ghost. I was too aroused to hold back my wild urge for this hunk. When I knelt down right at Ambrose’s feet with his hand still on his gigantic cock, he shivered and gulped restlessly. I chuckled mischievously at his pitiable demeanor and shuddered in volcanic lust and overpowering dominance that I was exerting on his young man.
“Miss Summers … I…” His voice trailed off when I placed my finger on his lip.
“It’s okay baby… Let me help you with this,” I snickered.
But he was too restless to release off his pent-up lustful desires. Thus, he placed his hand on the back of my head and forced me forward toward his giant black cock. This made his enormous balls scour my forehead. I positioned myself with my face just inches from that black beast.
“Miss Summers, I’m so sorry. But you make me so horny,” He swallowed hard, his savage wants and desperate urge getting well exhibited in the slightest of his expressions enhancing my wild arousal. I just nodded my head as I devoured his black fuck meat. My mouth began to go dry and my legs were shaking. I was so anxious and so excited to taste his cravings in my mouth.
Ambrose grasped my hand in his and put it close to the base of his kingly organ. My fingers were unable to enwrap the bestial organ as I felt the warmth of his raw lust and the blood pulsating through the thick vein right under my fingers. Ambrose revealed to me he was so horny from wondering me seeing him this evening, he needed to have some relief from his pent-up sexual desires. He confessed that he was so desperate to fuck a white lady… since relatively few young ladies of his age were eager to let him engage in sexual relations due to his giant size. As I revealed to him that I was mature enough to be his mom, instinctively my right hand stroked his chicken while my other hand caressed his colossal balls. I revealed to him it was absolutely the biggest cock I had ever witnessed or touched in my thirty-five years of existence. He smiled mischievously and inquired as to whether I would let him fuck. He also acknowledged that I was probably the sultriest lady he had ever the luxury to be with.
I advised Ambrose to wait while I rechecked whether Curtis was still sleeping. As I reemerged in the restroom, I bolted the washroom door and took off my nightgown. I settled down on the floor directly before him and turned my head upward so I could slurp on his extremely delicious, black, and enormous balls. He moaned with raw lust with each slurp and shuddered. His moaning was the sweetest sound to resonate in my ears in a very long time and I felt my heart skip a beat. I began to wiggle my tongue all around his heavy ball sack and made my way up to the tremendous mushroom head. I licked around the huge head a few times like a greedy girl slurping on a lollipop before endeavoring to put my mouth around it. My mouth ached as I stretched to swallow the organ. But my hunger to devour his giant black fuck meat was enormous. I could just get the huge head in my mouth. I utilized two hands to stroke the fuck pole as I persistently ran my tongue around the head. I slurped on it and my saliva dribbled down on his cock glistening it further. I felt my heart pounding in my chest like war drums and he was gasping breathlessly. I could just intake half of his entire length and felt my lungs cut off from the air. I gagged on his fuck meat as he brushed the back of my throat. The tingling effect in between my legs was getting severely unbearable and I was sure he could smell my feminine musk dribbling down. The enormous vein started to pulsate and soon jetted streams after streams of thick, salty, virile semen spouted into the back of my throat. I never realized a man could cum to such an excessive extent. I swallowed whatever I could salvage, but his volume was so bountiful that I started to spill his delicious juices out of my mouth within a short moment. I stained my lips, my chin, and even some drops landed over my succulent breasts. Ambrose was burning in wild lust and even after exploding in my mouth; his erection was still hard and throbbing with life. He led me away from the bathtub and lifted me onto the vanity top. He positioned my long, lanky legs on his shoulders as he shoved his thick tongue into my vagina. I shivered with wild lust as the electric sensation rippled all over my body. It felt as if my entire cervix spasmed as he licked, slurped, and kneaded on my mons and clits like a hungry beast. The delightful stimulations soon transported me onto cloud nine and I was standing on the threshold of a tremendous orgasm. My entire body shivered as I exploded onto his ravenous mouth; my passion erupting like a volcano all around his mouth, tongue, and lips. It was so sinful, wicked, and forbidden and yet, it felt so overwhelming and invigorating. Waves after waves of passionate delight spasmed through my body as my juices tangled my red pubic hair. The ecstatic sensation was so intoxicating that I had involuntarily rolled my eyes to the back of my head savoring every ounce of pleasure that the black beast showed all over my entire body.
When Ambrose stood up, I kissed him tasting my own arousal on his mouth. My tongue explored the profundities of his mouth and it felt he was draining the air out of my lungs. I had never done anything this naughty with my husband. I instinctively grabbed his stiffened erection and positioned the monstrous head against the lips of my pink folds. I felt his electric shivering as his pulsating cock touched my outer lips and that gave me goosebumps. I was going to sin with a black man, but it felt so thrilling and I yearned to be a sinner. As I saw my reflection in his lust-filled eyes, I burned in my own savage cravings. Soon, he had gradually started to push his hips forward and the coronal ridge drove into my g-spot where I quickly arrived at tremendous orgasm. There was no finesse in his thrusts, just raw, wild, savage lust and I craved desperately for his brutality. He moved back and forth wildly bottoming me balls deep every time as I strove to adjust to his giant size. Every time he pushed ahead, he jack-hammered my sweet spot making m
e explode immediately. Once, twice, thrice, my body shivered like a dry leaf in a hailstorm and soon I have stopped counting his scores. I looked down and witnessed my pink lips widening every time as he shoved deeper and harder, I witnessed how my pink folds milked his cock. It was so ecstatic, and he made me sit on the clouds of the highest heavens. He was just most of the way in and was at that point further than any man had ever been. He was panting and already bathed in sweat while making me realize the undiscovered spots in my womanhood. He was the first man to ever stretch me out so far with his deep, hard, manly strokes as I felt his low hanging balls slap against my bare ass. I set my hands on his impeccably ripped ass, clawed on them, and scratched them, just to entice him to fuck me like a bitch in heat I was. I had never been so much satisfied as a lady in my life. I realized I would always be hooked on this young man’s black cock. I felt as if I would pass out in thrilling euphoria when I felt his waist tightening just to plant his seeds in my womb. He trembled, I panted breathlessly, we both moaned vocally when I felt each spray from his mammoth pole splashing against my cervix; this just led me to another body-shattering orgasm. I realized why black ladies have such a huge family; they could just never stop fucking their man’s manly cocks. I didn’t need him to ever stop.
Ambrose passionately kissed me on my mouth; we could feel our racing heart, the intense satisfaction of our pent-up cravings. Soon, his potent shaft started to soften, and it plopped out of my gaping wide vagina sprinkling drops after drops of lewd juices. I began crying since I was fulfilled, satisfied, sore, and confounded. I realized that sex with my husband could never fulfill me again. This young man was more man than I had ever experienced in my life and I was so fortunate to have him. I informed Ambrose not to tell anybody regarding our little secret. He inquired as to whether I was OK, and I guaranteed him that I was simply depleted and intensely satisfied by his vigorous poundings. He thanked me for fulfilling his fantasy and kissed him expressing my gratitude. I expressed that this was the best experience of my life and I would never forget this. His eyes glittered at my acknowledgment and he asked if we could do that again. I assured him I would think about that before I got dressed and left the washroom limping on my foot.