30 Hot Milf Erotica Porn Stories

by Pamela Cougars

  So he leaned back in the bed with self-satisfied grin. This was really going to be a great summer, he said to himself.

  His sweet fantasizing was interrupted by the sound of tires screeching in the driveway. It was a very familiar sound. He knew that he’d heard it before but couldn’t remember where. There was a window to his right that overlooked the driveway. He needed to see who that was.

  “Why would Mandy leave me in here all alone?” He asked himself.

  He got out of the bed and realized that he was butt naked. His cock hung proudly between his legs. He put his hand on in, closed his eyes, and gave it a few soft tugs. Within seconds, he realized that he was becoming hard yet again. Where the hell was Mandy? She should have been there on her knees in front of him, or maybe on top straddling rubbing his big hard dick against her swollen pussy lips.

  “Oh fuck,” Gregg said out loud as he continued to stroke his dick.

  He probably would have stayed in that position for a while, if it hadn’t been for the sound of car door slamming shut. That sound snapped Gregg back to the present. It also scared the shit out of him, sending shivers of fear up and down his body. He picked up his boxers and quickly stepped into them. Then the shirt, socks, and pants were hastily put on. Fully clothed, panting, and scared shitless he approached the window.

  Holy shit!

  It was same model and color Benz that he’d seen that afternoon. What the hell! Was she actually having another one of her lovers over? Was this woman some kind of insatiable sex maniac?

  Gregg had no idea what he’d gotten himself into.

  For a few moments all seemed quiet. But Gregg had a strong feeling that whoever had gotten out of the car had come into the house. He didn’t want to make any kind of noise that would give away his presence and location in the house, but he had to know what was going on downstairs.

  He crept towards the front door of the room. His legs wobbled beneath. Mandy had given him the best sexual experience of his life. She’d blown his mind, taken him to a level that no young girl would have been capable of. He would always be grateful to her for that. But as he moved closer and closer to the door, he began to question whether or not it had been worth it.

  The guy who’d gotten out of the car looked huge. There was no telling the damage that he’d be capable of doing in a moment of passion.

  He slowly turned the handle on the door and pulled it slightly ajar. He could hear voices coming from downstairs—Mandy’s voice and a man’s voice.

  Shit! Gregg said out loud.

  He heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom. He closed the door and looked around the room frantically. It could have been the dude coming up the stairs searching for him. He went across the room to the window. He looked down. No way! It more was more than a twenty- foot drop. It would be crazy to try and jump out of the window. But if that’s what he had to do to preserve his life, maybe not too many limbs, but at least his life, then that’s just what he would have to do.

  Before he could do anything rash or stupid, he heard three soft knocks on the door.

  He turned and stared at the door, terrified of what stood behind it. The handle turned and the door slowly opened. It was Mandy.

  Gregg took a deep breath, relieved that it was her and not whoever that muscle bound stud was who had pulled up in the Benz. Now more than ever he wanted to know who that guy was. It would be crazy to go forward with any type of relationship with this woman until he got an answer to that question.

  “Are you okay?” Mandy asked as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and kissed him softly on the cheek.

  Her soft touches warmed Gregg’s body.

  The angry sound of a car engine nearly made Gregg jump out of his skin. He turned and looked out the window. The silver Benz was backing out of the driveway at a ridiculous rate of speed. It looked like it was about to crash into the trunk a huge tree, but it swerved at the last moment and continued out of the driveway and out into the street.

  “I hate it when he drives like that,” Mandy said. “He must have learned it from his father.”

  “Father?” Gregg’s head was spinning. Apparently that hunky guy was not her lover.

  “Are you sure don’t need to lie down for a moment?” Mandy asked.

  Gregg definitely needed to lie down but he needed to do it with Mandy in his arms. All this energy he’d spent on being jealous had worn him out. He felt like such a fool.

  “So that was your son in that car?” He said, needing to confirm what he thought to be true.

  “Yes, that was my Ricky. He’s an only child. Spoiled as hell.”

  “And he didn’t care that I was over here?”

  Mandy looked at back him for a few moments without responding.

  “You really think that I told him that you were here?”

  “I mean I thought that maybe you would. How old is he?”

  “He’s 20,” she responded. “And he would literally crush you if he knew that you were over here.”

  Gregg swallowed hard. He pictured her son man’s angry face and muscle bound body charging at him full speed, overflowing with rage. He winced as he pictured one the son’s big, meaty fists heading straight for his face. No matter how good this woman’s pussy had been, it still wasn’t worth getting one’s face pummeled in. If this crazy son was going to lurking around all the summer than it might be best for Gregg to find another woman to play around with, preferably one with much less baggage.

  “Are you serious?” Gregg asked, holding out hope that maybe, quite possibly the beefy stud, was actually her gay hairdresser who just looked like he was capable of breaking another man in two.

  “Don’t be scared, baby,” Mandy said, taking a step closer to him and placing her leg in between his.

  Seconds later, Gregg felt her hand squeezing his cock and balls. There was something so damn erotic about the way she touched him. She always seemed to be in control.

  Gregg remembered the resolution he’d made earlier. He smiled lustily at Mandy then squeezed ass tightly. Their bodies pressed into each other. Mandy squeezed harder on Gregg’s package. He was dying to push his hard cock back inside of her.

  “Yes, he’s really my son. But he’s spending the summer with his father in California. He just came by to pick up some of his things.”

  “So he’s not going to walk in on us one day and try and break my neck?”

  “Not unless I tell him to,” Mandy answered.

  “I should have known that you’d turn out to be the femme fatale type. I better not cross you.”

  “Better not,” Mandy said leaning forward and kissing Gregg gently on the mouth. “But you know what I want you to do?”

  “What?”

  “Shut up and fuck me,” Mandy said.

  She screeched as Gregg lifted her of the ground, then laid her gently on the bed.

  “Oh, your grip is so firm,” Mandy said. “I like it when you touch me like that.”

  “I bet you do. And I’ve got plenty more of that.”

  They both quickly undressed and began clawing at each other’s flesh. They didn’t have lot of time for foreplay though. They were both so hungry, so desperately hungry for each other.

  Mandy helped Gregg guide his hard dick into her pussy. Gregg was amazed by how wet she was, so wet that his thick, hard dick didn’t have any trouble sliding right inside of her. They both moaned with pleasure as Gregg began to slowly picked speed, pumping her harder and faster as sweat broke out over both their bodies and they hugged and kissed and clawed, and then they both were taken away by powerful orgasms that left them trembling in each other’s arms.

  They stayed in bed, locked in a loving embrace until the wee hours of the morning.

  It was the many of such nights that they would spend together that summer. Even now that Gregg’s away at school, Mandy sends him a sexy pic every week or so to remind him of what he’s missing. He can’t wait for the next school holiday that will give him an excuse to return to
his hometown. He knows for sure that he won’t be bored.

  Story 16

  The weather in southern California was unseasonably warm for December. In fact, it felt more like a sweltering summer day when Declan Moyer pulled up into the driveway of his father’s house in Santa Monica.

  Then again, he thought maybe he just wasn’t used to it after spending a semester on the east coast, attending school in Pennsylvania. His mother and stepfather had settled in New York a few years ago and he had spent the majority of his first semester in New York, not bothering to return home to California for Thanksgiving or Christmas.

  As he put his car into park, he glimpsed one of his neighbors in the next driveway. He was hardly out of the car when he noticed that she’d already made her way over and was standing only a few inches in front of him.

  “Deck!” she greeted him with a bright smile. “It’s good to see you!”

  “Hey, Jessie,” he smiled down at the quintessential girl next door. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulder and her bikini top and denim cut off shorts left little to the imagination. Growing up next door to Jessie for most of his life, she’d always been an attractive girl. His eyes skimmed down her subtle curves for a moment before his eyes snapped back up to greet hers. It was obvious she’d realized he’d been appraising her physical appearance and he felt his face grow hot with embarrassment.

  “Are you here for New Year’s Eve?”

  “I am,” he told her.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re here. None of us really thought that you’d come back after that fight you had with your dad.”

  Declan looked away, the only reason he’d returned to California was to grab some of the things he’d left behind before going to college and because his mother had insisted that it was the right thing to do. Only three weeks after leaving for his first semester, his father had seemingly met a new woman and fallen in love – marrying her without even discussing it with Declan, let alone introducing her to him. The fight that had proceeded had been bitter and one of the main reasons he hadn’t returned home since.

  Jessie seemed to realize that she’d misspoken and reached out to touch his arm.

  “If you need any company while you’re here, maybe you can come find me tomorrow at midnight,” she suggested and Declan felt his heart pulse a bit faster.

  For the majority of his adolescence, he’d been awkward. He’d grown faster than most boys his age and spent several years being far too lanky. It had only really been his senior year of high school that he’d filled out a bit more, putting more effort into his appearance and spending time at the gym. During his last few months in California, girls like Jessie had spent more time noticing him, but he’d been focusing on leaving for school and then after moving to Pennsylvania, he’d spent more of his time focusing on class than on girls to date. Plus, he figured if he met the girl that was worth prioritizing, he would know.

  Still, Jessie’s very obvious suggestion made his lips twitch into a sheepish smile. He nodded at her but then gestured to the front door.

  “I should go put my stuff inside, but I’ll talk to you later?” he replied. Jessie nodded, stepping back and offering him a coy smile.

  Grabbing his bags from the trunk of his car, he made his way inside of the house. He was immediately struck with how much had changed in the months that he’d been away. It almost seemed as though the house where he’d grown up as a boy was long gone. Frowning at the thought, he kicked the door closed loudly. “Dad?” he called out. “I’m home.”

  “Your father’s not here, Declan,” a voice called out, causing him to stiffen. “He’s been away for work for the past few days, but his flight should be getting in soon.”

  He realized that it was his new stepmother calling to him from somewhere within the house. He scowled a bit and followed the sound of her voice towards the kitchen. The refrigerator was open and he couldn’t see her but she continued talking. “We’re going out tomorrow night for New Year’s Eve, if you’d like to join us. And tonight, your father told me that you like Chinese food so I was thinking of ordering in that way we could get to know each other more,” she explained, stepping back and closing the refrigerator so that he could get his first look at her.

  He froze, his eyes widening ever so slightly as he looked at her. She was in her late 30’s, making her younger than his mother. It seemed obvious to him why his father had married her, as well.

  She was petite yet curvy in a way that made girls like Jessie look as flat as a board. Her hair was a vibrant and fiery red and her skin was smooth. Declan couldn’t help it as his eyes appraised her firm yet supple body, especially where the v-neck shirt she was wearing dipped and exposed her ample cleavage. She cleared her throat and, for a moment, he could have sworn that she was smirking at him when he first brought his attention back to her face.

  “I guess we’ve never been properly introduced, I’m Christina. You’ve certainly grown, I mean in comparison to the photographs your father has,” she told him. “He’s always talking about you – how proud he is of you.”

  Declan almost scoffed a bit, knowing that his father wasn’t really the type to gush and the reason that she hadn’t seen a recent photograph of his is because his dad didn’t bother to keep them around.

  “I’m going to go to my room. It is still my room, isn’t it?”

  Christina’s face fell for a moment, looking around. “Well, I suppose we have done a bit of remodeling since you left. But your room is exactly the way that you left it.” She turned her attention away from him and as she did, Declan spared one more glance at her body from behind, his eyes lingering on her rear end for a moment before he grabbed his things and shuffled off to his room.

  Declan found that Christina was true to her word, nothing had been touched in his room since he’d left it. As he settled in, one of the first things that he decided to do was take out his laptop to check his email and see if his grades from school were up yet.

  After about a half an hour of so of unwinding, Declan found himself thinking about Jessie’s offer to find her after midnight. For all he knew, the girl next door had just been yanking his chain or thinking something more along the lines of a chaste kiss, but something about her tone had made him think that perhaps she wanted more. The more that he let his imagination run away with him, the more that his arousal grew. Despite having recently turned nineteen, Declan just hadn’t found the right girl – or at least the one worth making time for while he focused on school. That didn’t mean that he wasn’t a red-blooded male though.

  Popping open his laptop, he quickly opened up a browser window and went to a porn site that he wasn’t willing to admit that he frequented often – but was still marked in his browsing history. Glancing at the videos on the page, his eyes first focused on one featuring a slender, auburn haired teen – her brown eyes staring up at the camera, as she appeared to be giving a very enthusiastic blowjob. He dragged his finger on the track pad to click on it before he noticed the video beside it. The woman in the thumbnail frame was an older buxom redhead with full lips and sultry green eyes. Without thinking, he selected that one.

  His eyes stared intently at the screen as the woman, clad in black lace lingerie, posed for the camera – her hands running along her taut body. As she played with herself, Declan felt his erection rise and quickly undid his jeans to release his length from the confining material. He gripped his throbbing member as a man entered the camera frame and forced the woman down onto her knees. The older redhead went to work worshipping the cock in front of her with her tongue before she slid it between her ample breasts. For the next several minutes, Declan stroked himself as the woman was thoroughly fucked on camera, her raspy moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling his bedroom as she was bent over a counter.

  He was pulled from his reverie when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. Cursing under his breath, he quickly closed his laptop and tucked his still aching member away. He scooted his chair in furth
er, hoping to hide his arousal under his desk. “Come in.”

  Christina opened the door and smiled at him. “So I was thinking that we could order food that way it’s here when your father gets home,” she suggested. “There’s actually a great restaurant that I love and you can order online.”

  It happened almost in slow motion and before Declan could stop her, Christina had walked over to his desk and opened his laptop with the intention of showing him the website. Immediately, the video resumed playing.

  Declan wasn’t sure how he had been so unaware of it upon selecting the video, but the woman featured in it heavily resembled Christina. His stepmother stared with wide eyes at the screen for a moment, watching the way the woman – who could have been her doppelgänger – was bent over as a man thrust powerfully into her from behind, causing her large breasts to sway heavily with each thrust. Turning bright red, Declan reached for his laptop and quickly exited the browser screen.