Oh, Those Darn Dominant MILFs:
The Goddesses of Suburbia
By
Ralph Greco, Jr.
Wordwooze Publishing
www.wordwooze.com
© Copyright 2015, Ralph Greco, Jr.
INTRODUCTION
I believe writers of erotica need be very leery of labels. Since what we write already falls into the category of “niche” literature, one doesn’t want to alienate a readership as much as one does like to “clue-in” one’s audience. But words like kinky, role-play, and even the broader erotica label itself can cover a lot of subjective ground; one man’s poison is another woman’s arousal and all that. For an example of the power (good and bad) of labels, in what was certainly the most celebrated erotic ebook-to-print book-to-movie phenomenon ever, the label mommy porn was tacked onto the E.L. James Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy, both attracting readers as well as repelling them.
So, one need tread lightly when saddling a short story, a collection of them (as this book is), a novel, or even a ten minute Clips4sale movie with a label.
I lead with this consideration of labels since I use MILF in the title of this collection. Generally defined as a Mother I’d Like to Fuck I have often wondered if to be a MILF the lady in question has to be older than the person who desires her (the desire-r almost always a hetero male in the typical use of the label), or merely a woman who has given birth? Do stepmoms and even women who have not actually pushed a baby through their birth canal but are still moms through “C-section” or adoption make MILF status? How about older women, who by any logic would be―and are often―GILFs (Grandmothers I’d Like to Fuck), do these ladies surrender their MILFness the second their kids have kids?
And the word dominant, that can cover lots of ground as well, can’t it? Do I mean dominant in action, word, attitude…or all three? And what of that dominance? Within erotica a whole slew of images of dominant women can come to one’s imagination; just what kind of darn dominant MILF will you find here, or will the dominant MILF actually be dommed herself?
Actually, I’m just having some semantic fun with you, filling-out an introduction as a tease before you get to the meat of these stories. Let’s face it, we all know a MILF when we see one (or fuck one, if we are so lucky…and I don’t just mean hetero fucking, as you will see from this collection). I have tried to give you a cross-section of what anyone of us might consider good, old fashioned, MILF-centered dominance in the tales that follow. I think you’ll like, understand and hopefully be aroused by these ladies, whether they are the one who begins the action in their particular story, or are just around to follow through on it. Hetero, homo (there’s two more labels for you), there’s a little touch of something here for whatever your tastes.
I hope you are entertained reading Oh, Those Darn Dominant MILFs: The Goddesses of Suburbia .
Ralph Greco, Jr. in the wilds of New Jersey, 2015
THE PROJECT
TURNING THE TABLES ON WHO GIVES AND WHO GETS
41 IS THE NEW 47
THE DENIAL OF JERRI
THE PROGRESSION OF A SUBURBAN MISTRESS
THE MYSTERY OF MAYA
THE PROJECT Connie had wanted him to have as little body hair as possible and be more light complexioned than dark; Susie didn’t so much care about skin color, hair or body type even.
Age had been discussed, with both 67-year-old ladies admitting that the younger they could get away with while still falling well within legal limits would be ideal. Connie had favored scouring the local college, while Susie had heard of a friend who knew of a friend of their niece who was on a site called Fetlife, so in the end, the pair created a profile there, avoiding what seemed like a dizzying array of sexual possibilities to post and research. Connie actually hesitated at the end of the first week they were exploring, coming close to abandoning what they had taken to calling “The Project” altogether, but Susie had coaxed her friend back to the matter at hand through late night texts sailing across the expanse of their abutting backyards, reminding Connie that now in the full bloom of their lives, both widowed and with grandkids sailing in and out of their weekends, what they precisely needed was to explore this last bastion of sexual expression they both shared a penchant for: to truss up a naked young man and have their way with him.
Standing dead center of the basement with his hands tied overhead by slacked rope trundled over a high beam but not wholly uncomfortable (the women didn’t want Kyle truly hurting, they just wanted to see a stretch in his muscles) Kyle kept his big blue eyes on the two older woman who kept circling him. Bisexual, muscular and clean shaven, the stocky 22-year-old had had plenty of sexual experiences in his life, some quite kinky indeed, but this meeting was probably the oddest sexcapade Kyle had ever been convinced into. That the women had found him through his sometimes fuckbuddy Ronnie, across Fetlife no less, and that they wanted to hang him naked in Susie’s basement to “use as we see fit”―and paid him one hundred dollars for the privilege!―was woefully erotic to the curly haired man, as his raging hard-on evidenced even in the cold of the basement and the odd circumstance of being trussed-up.
The women that faced him then were wickedly hot older ladies, with voluptuous bodies, pretty faces and specific styles that favored each well Kyle thought. Though shorter, Susie seemed the less inhibited of the two…which was saying a lot Kyle considered seeing as what these two friends had gotten him into. She spoke nearly non-stop, from when Kyle first heard her speak on the phone, to the trio meeting at the diner a week ago, to even when stripping him (the ladies seemed to take special delight in peeling his jeans, T-shirt, boxers, etc. off of him) and Connie―the taller of the two―put to the job of trussing him up and getting him secure.
Connie had only truly spoken when spoken to during Kyle’s short time knowing her, matter-of-factly lifting his shirt off, throwing the rope round the beam in the ceiling, complying with quiet “Hmm mmm’s” mainly with Susie’s soft commands, from the diner to basement. As bosomy as red-haired Susie, maybe even more so actually that Kyle tried to spy, Connie was the bigger lady by far with longer arms and legs, and what looked like quite an ample round butt. Her thin lips tweaked upward to the right all during what seemed like the lady’s perennial smiling and in her heels she was just as tall as Kyle. He did notice an odd passing cast to the lady’s blue grey eyes though, something he couldn’t quite place, as if the woman had undergone some sort of recent illness or was slowly recovering from same; he had seen that look recently in his Uncle Ray. But other than this, here were too very attractive women, 40 years his senior he’d guess, as much GILFs really as they were technically MILFs, both decades older than any woman Kyle had ever been with.
“So how big would you say your cock is?” Susie asked.
“I’m…I’m not sure,” Kyle answered, involuntarily looking down at his popping dick, while Connie took a step and grabbed his dick at its root. He huffed forward into her grip while she tugged slightly and simply said: “Substantial,” over her shoulder.
“I…um,” Kyle sighed as the woman continued to work her hand hard on him and he felt his balls rise.
“Remember, he’s 22 Connie; that could explode any moment.”
Both women tittered as Connie unhanded Kyle and he swung back ever so slightly.
“It’s going to be difficult doing much with me like this,” he said, smiling to Connie as she pretty much still stood nose to nose with him.
The woman’s red apple cheeks, mess of wan brown curls covering her wide face contrasted so wonderfully with her luminescent light eyes. As always she was smiling…and stil
l close enough that her heaving bosom nearly grazed Kyle’s chest.
He couldn’t help but look down.
“Like ‘um?” Connie said shimmying.
“Connie…” Susie chuckled as Connie turned and stepped back to her friend.
“Sweetie…” she added, looking hard at Kyle then “…don’t you worry how we have you, we will make do.”
With this Susie stepped up, reached in and on tip toe kissed the tied man flat and hard on his mouth. Kyle responded by managing just the tip of his tongue between his lips.
“Such a naughty boy,” the shorter woman said and Smat she hit Kyle’s cock quick and hard downward when she stepped back.
“Ah, ha!” Kyle moaned, but kept his pretty thick-lipped smile as he faced the lady with the long nose and little brown eyes.
“You first,” Susie said, turning to pass Connie and clip-a-clipping out of the basement’s big room, “just leave some for me when you’re done.”
“Hmm mmm” Connie said, turning to Kyle fully when they were alone.
She began to undo the front buttons on her sweater fixing the man with her light eyes and smile. In seconds her pretty thin white sweater fell to the floor revealing her massive breasts held bouncing in a low cut black lace bra. Kyle could look nowhere else but at the woman’s thick cleavage with what seemed like a scar dead center under a five point spray of dark freckles.
Looking where Kyle’s eyes landed, Connie said: “Open heart surgery a year ago, I make every moment count these days.”
“I’m sure,” Kyle replied.
The tall woman stepped up to Kyle once again―chin-to-chin as they were with Connie in her modest heels―and she lifted a hand to pat the young man’s right cheek then leaned in to kiss it.
Suddenly she spun Kyle.
Some time ago, in fact it was decades now, Susie’s husband Ray had installed all manner of piping, crossbeams and other supports in this basement in the hopes to retire early and create his dream metal-working shop; Ray died a year into that project. Susie had suggested the basement for this particular project that she and Connie were into, knowing that they could easily throw a few ropes over an overhanging support and truss their chosen man/victim up quickly and easily as they pleased. Kyle had learned all of this at their diner summit and as she had all the time she and Susie were planning the project, Connie blessed then the best laid plans of dying-too-young husbands.
As Kyle swung before her she managed her first long good look at his little nearly hairless ass. Keeping her eyes on it, she walked to the table she and Susie had set up in the eastern corner of the room as Kyle tickled his toes across the tile to turn and watch her. His brown eyes going wide, the stuttered “Oh,” escaping his thick lips, the obvious fear and pleasure mix Connie could actually feel emanating from him made her wetter still as Kyle watched Connie extract a pair of purple latex gloves and a plastic bottle of lube from the top drawer of the table.
“In all my years of nursing I never actually gave a prostate massage,” the lady said as casually as if she and Kyle were having coffee, talking over her years of working. Stepping back to the man swinging before her, Connie blew into then peeled one glove down each hand.
Kyle began to moan then, as much in anticipation for what he suddenly realized was coming, as for the fact that the quiet woman was speaking as much as she was…and about what she was!
When it happened Kyle wasn’t sure if it was the cool ever-so-slight wiggling of the tip of Connie’s finger opening him so easily, or how she writhed moaning up against him so tightly, that surprised him most. Connie had simply stepped up, fitted her fingers between what Kyle had always thought to be his very tight ass cheeks and finding his asshole in seconds, she had her lubed middle finger up and in with nary a hesitation and was pressing her heavy tits against the man’s side.
“Mmm, hmmm,” they both said in concert.
“Oh fuck, oooo,” Kyle moaned a second later as the woman pushing up against him wiggled her finger ever forward and true and then inserted yet another digit.
Connie settled around a shallow orgasm trying her best not to rub up against Kyle as she halted her fingers and Kyle went rigid.
“Easy, easy,” she sighed after her quick aftershock, her middle finger ever so slightly touching what Connie knew was Kyle’s prostate.
Kyle gulped as much from what he was feeling in his balls as from the fact that he realized suddenly the lady had two fingers spreading him (and sweet Jesus, when had she managed two up him, let alone one?).
“I wasn’t going to let you come.”
Kyle spread his legs to will her―Connie sensed―a deeper purchase, as she continued: “But a man your age, your refractory period won’t be long at all for Susie to…”
Connie pushed her middle finger in and downward ever so slightly, poised her index finger curled up at the second knuckle as Kyle bucked then. Looking over his hip and down with him, Connie and Kyle watched as seminal fluid bubbled from the tip of Kyle’s pink penis hole.
It was then that Connie came up against Kyle’s hip and had her second orgasm.
“This might take a bit your beautiful high young balls are storing quite the yield.”
Again circling slightly, her index finger as much a place holder in his anus as her middle finger tickling at his prostate, a stream of what was thickening to milky white juice fell out of Kyle’s cock. Connie held as tight as she could to the hung man shivering in her clutches, rode yet another orgasm in the musky silk panties she wore under her thin blue slacks. She could have simply applied just a smidgen more pressure―as much she knew, as Kyle suspected―but what the older woman wanted here, as much as what Kyle was then terribly enjoying, was this slow milking as the pair experienced a deep warming release from both their bodies.
“So good,” Connie said, slithering her warm crotch against Kyle’s bare leg; her big breasts still shmushed up against Kyle’s muscular right arm. Clutched and moaning, the older woman milked the young man, as she had been dreaming of doing ever since she and Susie first fantasized about their project.
Two minutes later, a string of cum still falling from Kyle’s cock, Connie came off the young man fully, peeled off her gloves, crumbled them into her pocket and bent to retrieve her sweater. Stepping up to Kyle and plucking his chin up to her eye level with her finger―yes, that finger―Connie leaned in, kissed his mouth hard, then turned and left the room.
Kyle’s eyes focused finally and as his senses came back to him Susie click-a-clomped into the basement not a minute later, completely naked save for her three-inch heels.
The short lady’s tits were pendulous and as alabaster as the rest of her complexion, and although her breasts did rest lower than any he had ever seen in person (and naked) Kyle had to admit that Susie’s chest―as well as the rest of her―was unblemished, not wrinkly or loose…and her rosy red big nipples were rock hard points. She might have been even more breast-y than Connie.
Interestingly enough or at least Kyle thought so as he got a good long look at the lady smiling and sauntering slowly toward him, Susie was also shaved completely, something, for some reason, Kyle didn’t expect from this nearly 70-year-old lady.
Susie reached all the way to a full stretch and untied the knot hanging halfway down the rope that held Kyle’s hands. His cock slightly still lolling, as Kyle settled on his feet completely Susie released the rope and dropped to her knees―faster than Kyle would have ever assumed she could―and began suckling on his balls. The naked woman’s light lips pulling, her moaning round his slightly slacked sack, looking down on the naked back and wide white ass under him, pretty much brought Kyle back to the living as he felt that clutch deep in his belly that always indicated his arousal was pinning and his erection would soon be at attention.
“Here’s what gonna happen,” the lady said, popping her mouth from his testicles as Kyle looked down to see Susie looking up from his already half-mast hard-on.
“You are going to lay your little
buns on this cold floor, which arouses me in a way that I am not certain exactly why, and I am going to coax your handsome penis to get as hard as it can get, after knowing what Connie did to you, which again turns me on somehow, and then I’ll mount you until I exhaust myself grinding my hips on you.”
Did she want a reply? Kyle wondered as once again the woman at his feet put his balls in her mouth.
After another long minute of flicking and suckling Kyle’s cock was pretty much unfurled and popping as Susie ran her hands round him and clutched his cheeks so his balls were pushed up deeper into her mouth. Attempting to stand there unfettered, as much receiving this woman’s attentions as knowing what she wanted from him in the near future, having just suffered―wonderfully so though―his first, body-draining prostate massage, Kyle was clutching a nervous flutter in his mouthed-balls as much as he was a deep growing arousal.
When he had first responded to Ronnie’s tweet about a Fetlife prompt from a woman (Susie) who was local and looking for a man who fit Kyle’s description in temperament and looks, Kyle thought himself the prized pig (and the idea of being trussed-up for a pair of old ladies had brought the image of a pig-on-a-spit to his mind, at first) and though the one tied, he fancied his very physical presence would have the two older women salivating as well as stuttering. Connie and Susie had revealed in the short bios they emailed over to Kyle, that they had lived relatively staid suburban lives with husbands, each married over 40 years. They were grandmas at this point, had kids and their kids had had kids and until reaching out for what Kyle knew just had to be the first truly kinky wish in their lives, he assumed neither woman had probably ever done anything so outright dirty. Kyle simply figured he was miles ahead of a pair of northern New Jersey housewife/grandmothers and that wagging his always hard near seven inches at them would certainly startle the pair, even though they claimed, on the phone, in email and at the diner that they’d control the evening and what would happen during it.
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