30 Hot Milf Erotica Porn Stories

by Pamela Cougars

  Mmm... Who doesn't love a good romp!

  Feel free to subscribe for more smutty tales...

  TEMPTATION TALES

  If you’d like to read another sex-filled story, stuffed with more debauchery than one book should ever contain… then have a look at renown naughty author Diana Quippley’s tale:

  Maple Street MILFs

  Story 29

  Julie stepped off the greyhound bus onto a dirty platform as she waited for them to open the underbelly of the bus. She shrugged unconsciously whenever someone would get too close to her. The fumes from the buses made her sick. She had needed the time to think.

  A one way ticket and she didn’t want to look back. Her survival instincts were kicking in. Two days on that bus and every bone ached. She didn’t have a clue to where she was. She thankfully had packed light, a backpack, her purse and nothing more. She didn’t want any reminders of the life that she left behind.

  She couldn’t believe that her father could so callously fall in love someone that was half his age. It was bad enough her father had missed her eighteenth birthday altogether but to introduce her to the woman who was maybe two years older than her and expect her to be happy about it six months after her mother’s death was more than Julie could handle.

  Julie stepped out of the dirty greyhound station and was met with pouring rain and sirens. The streets were all but bare. Several men were standing across the street making filthy comments and she ran into her first prostitute.

  “What the hell! Oh, hell no, honey! Not on my turf.” The prostitute said loudly trying to make a scene to gather attention from both her other girls and the guys who were watching from across the street. The last thing Julie wanted was to fight some hooker over a misunderstanding.

  “Yeah, that’s right bitch keep walking! You know you can’t handle any of this!” The prostitute yelled. Julie walked in the opposite direction as the woman and she was relieved to see a patrol car with its lights and sirens on, speeding the opposite way.

  She walked past a few rundown buildings after another and followed the lights hoping she would come across a not so terrifying neighborhood. She doubted that she had enough for a hotel room for the night but all she wanted was a hot shower and sleep. Running away didn’t seem like such a good idea at two in the morning when the temperature decided to drop but there was no way she was going back.

  A police cruiser pulled up beside her to ask her where she was going this time of the morning as he didn’t see girls like her in this part of town. After running her name and ID, the officer gave her directions to an all-night diner close by. After the cop took off, Julie followed the cop’s directions for a few more blocks.

  She was so happy to have found the all-night diner. It was well lit and warm. Julie hurried inside the inviting diner, glad to be out of the rain. There were a few people sitting around. A couple of old biker looking dudes were sitting at the end of the counter talking amongst themselves, a couple college kids studying for exams in another booth and a couple of road weary travelers she guessed from the out of state station wagon that they kept staring at thru the plate glass window of the diner. She looked around for a waitress but didn’t see one right off the bat.

  “Go ahead and choose your seat, hon, I will be with ya in a minute.” A woman’s voice called out from behind the counter telling her to sit anywhere she liked. Julie spotted a booth in the corner where she could watch everything, yet gave her as much privacy as one could ask for in a restaurant booth.

  “Hi, honey what can I get ya?” The waitress asked.

  ‘A pot of coffee to start.” Julie said as she threw her backpack in first and crawled in and relaxed in the booth. The leather material scrunched loudly under her light frame. After looking through the menu she decided that a burger and fries was within her budget but she’d have to find work fast if she was to survive.

  “Can I get the house special - a burger and fries platter?” Julie asked when the waitress stopped by to see if she was ready to order yet.

  “Can I get you anything else, hon?’ The waitress asked knowingly.

  “A job app if you all are hiring.’ Julie said figuring it would take her mind off of everything. The waitress came back a few minutes later with a pen and a job app.

  “Where you from?” The waitress asked.

  “Down south.” Julie said.

  “Well, you’re travelling pretty light there either a bad home life or your stuff got ripped off between here and the greyhound station.” The waitress said. She was pretty observant for a woman who was old enough to be Julie’s grandmother.

  “Got a place to crash, honey?” The waitress asked.

  “I have enough for a night or two in a cheap motel hopefully by then I can find a job and save for a place.” Julie said.

  “Tell you what, you eat up, drink your coffee and when I’m done with my shift we will work on getting you settled some place safe.” The waitress said.

  A couple of horny drunks came in to grab some food and sober up while the cops were out arresting the other drunks who drove home from the bars drunk. They must have been regulars because they made reference to the cook and a couple of disdainful comments to a few of the waitresses that made Julie cringe for the women. Julie was not happy that they chose to sit across from her booth. Between the leers and rude gestures, Julie was already apprehensive towards the men. Everyone in the diner couldn’t help but overhear their boisterous and loud comments. When their comments turned towards Julie herself, her body or what they’d like to do with her as she walked past the men on the way to the restroom Julie stood up for herself.

  “Why don’t you go get yourself a hooker, at least they get paid to pretend to want to fuck you.” Julie said as one blocked her way momentarily to the bathroom. She sat in the bathroom a minute looking at herself in the mirror wishing she had a warm shower and a soft bed she could call home. Julie already felt vulnerable sitting there in the middle of the night alone. She crawled back into the booth as she curled up and wrapped her arms around her and sipped the hot coffee.

  She was grateful when her cheeseburger came with a generous amount of lettuce, tomato, onion and pickles and a mountain of warm, thick steak fries. She was grateful for the side salad that was included with it. She hadn’t eaten much on the bus ride, opting for sleep instead.

  Julie had swallowed the burger down in about six bites and she didn’t remember really tasting the fries. The salad had just been an appetizer. She hadn’t realized she was that hungry but couldn’t right off hand tell you the last time she had eaten anything.

  “Still hungry?” The waitress asked when she came over to check on Julie. It would be around 7 am when she was done with her shift and the poor girl looked like she was starving.

  “If I’m to get a room and all somewhere I can’t afford to spend any more, but thank you. I’ll be fine.” Julie stated matter-of-factly. Twenty minutes later the older woman came back to the table with a stack of flap jacks, two eggs, toast, hashbrowns, sausage and bacon strips and a large glass of milk.

  “Enjoy, someone ordered it and didn’t want it and I am not one to watch good food go to waste, so eat up.” The older waitress said. Julie thanked her for the food. Julie sat there and ate and slowly drifted off to sleep in the corner booth. No one seemed to mind but the guys who came in half lit decided to try and mess with Julie who was unaware partly from not enough sleep and the coma all the rich tasting food put her into.

  “Bear! I need some help!” The older woman cried at seeing two of the three guys sneak over towards Julie’s booth. The old man in the corner was up on top of the two younger men so quick neither of them saw him coming. The friend that was sitting next to the old guy named Bear had cornered the third guy who was taping everything.

  “Gimme that phone, hotshot!” the friend said. There wasn’t a hint of compromise in his voice. The younger man dropped the phone. Bear slammed the one guy who was reaching for Julie in a not so innocent way, face first
into the table causing everyone to jump including Julie who had been startled awake. He threw the other guy who had picked up Julie’s purse into the wall next to the booth. Julie shrieked. There was a very large monstrous man with white long hair and a beard that reminded her of God and ZZ Top mixed together, standing over her. The large man was putting Julie’s items back into her purse before the cops could arrive.

  “A runaway, huh? Are you eighteen at least? Bear asked studying her, trying to discern whether or not Julie’s out of state license was forged or not.

  “Yes, I’m really eighteen. No reason to make myself any older than what I am. Don’t you know it’s impolite to ask a woman her age?” Julie said.

  “Only time I ask them their age is to make sure I’m not in handcuffs the following morning.” Bear said enjoying the little spark of sassiness he saw in her.

  Thank you but there won’t be any handcuffs the following morning or any other time less you lay a hand on me.”

  “You might like it if I lay a hand on you. Something else as well, I can guarantee that.” Bear said convinced that she’d soon be his.

  “Hardly, I’m not that easy. Go find a whore on the streets if you want easy.” Julie said.

  “Never said you were. Besides it’s no fun if it’s easy.” Bear said showing off a bit of his gruffness. “For all you know, I might like little sassy girls who aren’t easy.”

  “Well, I’m not interested.” Julie said her defenses were totally up with everything going on.

  “We’ll see about that, li’l one.” Bear said hoping to instill a bit more of that sassiness into Julie. “Hey Marci, I gotta split before the cops show, sorry hon.”

  “Don’t worry about it, Bear. Thank you” The older waitress said. As fast as he had taken care of the two men, he had crossed the restaurant.

  “Just remember the next time I gotta save that pretty li’l ass of yours, you owe me honey.” Bear said matter-of-factly.

  “When you’re ready that is.” Was the last thing Bear said as he walked out the door and climbed on a motorcycle that was parked on the side of the building when she came in. He was nothing but a fading red taillight when the first police car showed up.

  The cops came in took statements from everyone but Bear and his buddy who had hightailed it after erasing the part of the video where Bear was knocking out the creeps. Due to the video evidence which the guys stupidly planned out on video, the cops carted away all three men for malicious intent and robbery and provoking a sexual assault.

  Not a word was breathed about the man named Bear or his buddy by the staff or Julie and the three creeps were too drunk, scared or sore to talk. The officer took Julie’s statement and offered to give Julie a ride to the nearest battered woman’s shelter provided they had a bed available. The officer was waiting for an answer from the shelter to find out if they had an open bed or not.

  “Oh honey you can come home with me. I got a guest room that’s just lying empty.”

  “I can only pay you a couple hundred for rent and utilities till I get a job that is.” Julie said in earnest not looking forward to the idea of going to a battered women’s shelter.

  “Oh honey, keep your money for food and whatever else you need till you can get a place on your own.” The older waitress Bear called Marci said. Marci watched as the police finished their reports in their cars and left.

  Julie decided to go thru her purse and straighten it up and found a Birthday card she hadn’t realized was there and a hundred and sixty dollars that had not been there prior.

  Marci looked over her shoulder, smiled and winked.

  ‘That’s a li’l gift from Bear for ya sweetness. He must have pick-pocketed the guys for ya knowing they wouldn’t pay any restitution.” Marci said. “He must really like ya.”

  “Does he do that a lot?”

  “No, hon, he seldom takes an interest in you young girls. His wife passed on about six years ago. I’ve known him for well over twenty years now. He hasn’t so much as looked at another woman till tonight. He has no time for the girls who want to do a biker just to freak out daddy or their bf.”

  “It’s why he mentioned the part of the handcuffs earlier.” Marci stated. Julie was starting to get a clearer understanding of the big old biker dude that had come to her rescue earlier. She hoped it wouldn’t become a habit. She wasn’t interested infalling for a guy like that. She could only imagine what a guy like him wanted with a girl like her. It was the first time she had thought about home and why she had run away.

  Julie opened up the birthday card and there was a saying she had always heard her father say printed on the inside of the card - ‘Age is just a number because the heart don’t lie as to who it loves’. One day I hope you will understand just what that means. Love dad.

  “So do you wanna talk about it?” Marci asked after watching Julie quietly go thru a gamut of expressions as she quietly sat there and cried over a birthday card.

  “What is it about old men liking younger girls its gross and pervy.” Julie remarked.

  “Oh, cheer up. Bear is hell of a lot better choice of a lay than three-fourths of the men in this town.” Marci said looking at the expression on Julie’s face. Her attempt to make Julie smile worked.

  “Men don’t think about age they think about who makes their heart beat after it’s been beaten, bruised and torn apart and ran over, damaged beyond repair. Older women tend to be attracted to the younger guys for the same reason as the men. They want to feel alive with someone even if it’s just short lived.”

  Maybe but what makes a younger person fall in love with an older person how can that work out?” Julie asked.

  “Well, for the same reasons needing a parent figure in their lives, a companion, stability sometimes money. There are thousands of reasons people fall in love with people every day. Your heart will tell you who it loves if you just listen. Marci said.

  “Sorry but old guys and facial hair are a big turn off for this girl.” Julie said convinced that only a guy with a clean shave and decent hair cut was the only type of man that could make her motor run sexually. Besides she wanted to have her first time with a guy that she dreamed to be her perfect man, not a sweaty old biker who probably smelled bad.

  “That’s just appearance, hon. Appearances come and go. The heart looks deeper than the outer shell it looks into a person’s soul.” Marcia added.

  “Well, I sure as hell am not interested in any old man that is for sure.” Julie said stubbornly as if she was trying to convince herself as well as Marci of that. Marci winked at her as if she knew something that Julie didn’t.

  “Oh really, and that’s why you’ve been smiling like a love crazed baboon since Bear’s motorcycle revved up out of here. Bear has been on your mind since he left, eh? Admit it; you got it bad for him. Take my advice, hon, or don’t. Just let the sparks fly between the two of you and see what happens. What could it hurt?”

  “At the worst you get laid by someone who knows how to treat a woman. Hell, I’d take that chance if I had it offered to me. “ Julie said matter-of-factly.

  Julie decided it was a better time than not to keep her thoughts and comments to herself. The older woman barely knew her and could already read her like a book. She knew if she wanted to survive in this town she’d have to toughen up.

  With the help of a few of Marci’s contacts Julie found a job waitressing at a bar. She liked her tips and the old man who owned the bar was right. A girl like her could easily pocket three to four hundred a night dancing on the poles in nothing but a swimsuit. More if they danced topless but it was a preference choice. Julie enjoyed waitressing at the bar.

  It kept her on her toes and her sassy attitude worked out well with the guys at the bar. The tips weren’t bad but she wasn’t quite ready to be running around in a bathing suit with all the drunken horny men that frequented the bar. This weekend in honor of Bike Week the bar was running nightly specials for club members and patch members of various motorcycle clubs that
didn’t head south to Daytona weekend.

  Julie had gained up the self-confidence needed to wear a bathing suit with the help of Marci’s mother like patience and building up her self-esteem. Julie had found a gorgeous 2 piece that showed off every curve on her body and she had found a matching jeans and t-shirt to wear until it got busy tonight. The gold heels were just forfun and added a bit of glitz down below to showcase her long legs.

  The bar rush was amazing starting just after happy hour ended. The regulars went home calling it a night. There were so many bikers and their old ladies tonight along with the college crowd which just wanted to get wasted. The drinks were flowing and tips were good. Julie had to use the bathroom. There beside the woman’s bathroom was a rough looking biker.