Friends of the Younger Variety

by Matt Tims

  The actress moved her mouth down to the man’s rather large testicles, and rapidly swirled her tongue along them. This porn star was getting paid for this? To give this stud a blowjob? Where could she sign up for this gig? They wouldn’t even have to pay her! She just wanted to have some fun with a hard dick!

  “Suck my balls, Mrs. Fox,” the hunk ordered, resulting in her opening her mouth to accept one of his nuts inside.

  Jen let out a quiet moan, giving her hard nipple a soft pull in the process. Watching this forty-something-year-old porn star slurp and slobber on the huge cock of this young stud was tapping into a previously unknown fantasy of hers. Odds were this actress was a mom in real life, right? And that meant this blonde MILF’s situation might not be all that different from her own, and something about that turned her on even more.

  She set the phone down on the counter so that she could use both of her hands. Her previously free right hand was now being used to play with the sensitive areas behind her ear and along her neck. It was time to turn things up a bit.

  She found herself closing her eyes, envisioning one of the muscular jocks at the gym pulling her into the men’s locker room after a long workout. It was like she could touch the muscles and abs of the fictional college jock while she gave him the best blowjob of his life—the kind of blowjob only an experienced woman could give. She could taste his thick cock as the stud’s legs begin to shake against her fingers. Her left hand drifted to the top of her yoga pants, and slowly began working its way inside.

  “Yeah, let me eat that pussy.”

  Well, scratch that fantasy. Nothing took her out of an X-rated scene like oral sex being given to a female. She wasn’t sure if porn guys genuinely couldn’t eat pussy, or if the need to show the camera what was happening always made it look so awkward and uncomfortable, but it never came across as sexy. Few things turned her off like watching a man stab his tongue at their partner’s clit.

  Enough with the crappy oral sex. She was in the mood for something rough. The title “MILF gets her cougar ass pounded by a big, young cock,” gave the impression that this mom was in for quite the walloping, but she’d been fooled by misleading porn titles before. She jumped forward to the twenty-six minute mark to see for herself.

  Jen was all smiles as the couple was now having sex on a couch inside the house. The MILF was on all fours and the actor was behind her with his knee on the sofa, his other foot positioned on the floor to provide himself with extra leverage as he thrust into his partner. It was the exact way she liked to be fucked. It was also the exact way she hadn’t been screwed in God knows how long.

  “You like that big cock?” the actor asked his older co-star while beginning to hammer away at her. He reached out and grabbed a handful of the woman’s hair before giving it a firm yank back.

  The energy from the scene sent a tingle throughout her body. Her right hand was now down inside her yoga pants as she gave her clit a few light rubs through her soft cotton panties. Her left hand was busy rubbing her inner thighs—something she always did while she played with herself.

  “You fuckin’ love that young cock, don’t you?” the male porn star asked again as they continued to go at it doggy style. When the MILF attempted to answer the stud’s question, the young man gave her hair a hard pull, causing the woman to respond with only a load shriek due to the jerking of her neck.

  Her fingers had ventured inside her panties and circled her clit, causing her to softly moan from a combination of everything that was happening. She wanted to be on that couch, she wanted a young stud all to herself, and she was going to come so fuckin’ hard whenever she decided to head upstairs to finish herself off. This was the perfect amount of teasing before the real fun started.

  “All you MILFs love big dick,” the porn hunk stated over the sound of his balls loudly slapping against her pussy after each and every rough thrust forward. “Maybe I’ll invite some of my buddies over here to have some fun with you too.”

  Jen’s eyes rolled back in her head as she began to rapidly run her index finger around her clit in a circular motion. The vision of Brett’s friends taking her in the kitchen suddenly jolted into her mind: herself as the actress, and the muscular teens as the studs. In her fantasy, a few of her son’s buddies would come over to use the pool, but Brett wouldn’t be home. Maybe she would go outside to see if they needed anything while wearing one of her more revealing bikinis. Maybe she would be a little flirty with one of the teens. And maybe one of them would man up and drag her inside the house for a long overdue pounding.

  “You want this cum?” he called out.

  Her index finger moved diagonally across her clit at lightning speed. Her moans grew in strength as the stud fired several thick shots of semen into his costar’s accepting mouth. She couldn’t remember the last time Mike had cum in her mouth—let alone pushed her to the ground to make her take it. It was a particular submissiveness that she was missing from her life.

  This smut film was making her realize what she really wanted was a physical, assertive man to dominate her. She needed someone to take control of her body. The last thing she was in the mood for was to be asked what she desired. Why was it so hard to find a guy who would just tell her how it was going to be?

  She closed her eyes once more as she continued to rub her clit, growing closer and closer to some much needed relief. Screw going upstairs to her bedroom. She could go off right here and now.

  “I said I forgot my paper, Mom. Mom!”

  The sound of a man’s voice caused her to spin, while simultaneously removing her hands from her pants. When she turned, she saw her son digging through the mess on the kitchen table. There were newspapers, magazines, and all kinds of junk scattered on the wooden surface.

  “I was working on my report at the table last night, so it has to be here somewhere. I’m gonna be so late!”

  Panic set in as she stared at him. She had her back turned to the kitchen table when he walked in, but he saw what she’d been up to right? Then again, the look on his face didn’t necessarily show that. It was possible that his eyes went right to the table instead of her.

  She removed her earbuds and timidly stepped in the direction of the kitchen table.

  “You said you’re looking for a paper, honey?” she asked, still flustered from just being on the edge of a much needed, and still desired orgasm.

  “Yeah, I had to write a paper on the morality of Genghis Khan,” he told her while tossing a women’s health magazine to the side. “It has to be here somewhere.”

  She slid a newspaper to the side to reveal a manila folder. “Um…what about this right here?”

  “That’s it!” Brett exclaimed, reaching for the folder to make sure his paper was inside.

  “Honey…did you see anything when you came in here just now?”

  “Like what?” he inquired, confused by her line of questioning.

  “Like, anything out of the ordinary?” she struggled to clarify. What was the best way to ask her son if he saw her masturbating? Yeah, exactly…

  He slipped his homework into his backpack with a smirk. “Yeah, I saw your nerdy ass jamming to some music. Probably to some of that terrible hair metal shit you’re always listening to.”

  Jen let out a deep sigh of relief and smiled. She couldn’t help but laugh along with him, realizing that she’d almost cum in front of her own child, only for him to think that she was dancing to one of her favorite bands.

  “You know me and my nerdy taste in music…” she chuckled before following him toward the front door for the second time today. “And what kind of assignment is doing a paper on the morality of Genghis Khan? How about he was a sociopathic maniac? The end.”

  He passionately shook his head as they approached the house entrance. “No, no, no, Genghis Khan gets a bad rap in the history books. He wasn’t this crazy asshole that everyone makes him out to be. The guy abolished torture, ran a meritocratic empire, and what about women’s rights? I know how much
you love to harp on that stuff. Mongol women had far more rights than those of nearby Asian societies, and he embraced religious freedom in the thirteenth century. The fuckin’ thirteenth century, Mom! A huge part of this planet doesn’t embrace religious freedom in the twenty-first century!”

  Part of her was incredibly impressed by his articulate rebuttal of her comment. The other part was still thinking about his friends.

  “We’ll finish this discussion later because I really have to go. I’m going to be so late.” He leaned in and gave her a goodbye kiss on the cheek. “See ya, Mom.”

  “If you’re late, you’re late!” she yelled out while watching him hustle down the driveway. “Don’t speed!”

  “I know!” he shouted back, hopping into his car before briskly pulling out of the driveway.

  She was more sexually frustrated than ever as she watched her son wiz down the street. She couldn’t remember a time when she needed to get laid more than right now. She would bang just about anyone at this point!

  Her eyes wandered across the street to observe the couple in their late-twenties who’d recently moved in, sauntering down their driveway hand in hand. The wife gave her husband a kiss on the lips, and he responded with a big squeeze of her butt as they made out against their car. After they broke off the kiss, the woman smiled before heading back toward the house, but not before receiving a hard slap on the ass which caused her to peek back at her husband with a playful giggle.

  Her thumb found its way into her mouth where she bit down on her nail in frustration. A handsome husband who was up for slapping her on the ass? She would do anything to trade places with that hot little millennial right now.

  She slammed the front door shut and headed upstairs to change, slipping into a black thong and a clean pair of black yoga pants. She tossed on a gray athletic t-shirt before doing her hair and makeup.

  Silence filled the bathroom as a result of her taking a long gaze in the mirror. She looked good. No, she looked really good. Her blonde hair was long and flowing, her face was fresh and youthful, her blue eyes were vibrant, and her body was tight and toned. She was a MILF alright, so maybe it was time she started acting like one…

  Chapter 2 – Eavesdropping

  Jen turned down the street and headed home. It was a little after three o’clock and she’d just finished the last of her errands: the post office, the bank, the pharmacy, the dry cleaners, grocery shopping—it was finally finished. And while it wasn’t unfamiliar to be completing all these tasks, the sight she was met with on this warm afternoon was even more recognizable. Parked in the street outside their house were the three cars of her son’s friends.

  She pulled her vehicle into the garage and grabbed two bags of groceries from the trunk. The house was extremely quiet as she moved into the kitchen, but there was a reason for that. She peered out the window to see four teenagers in and around the in-ground pool, her eyes quick to find Brett and his friend Kyle playing one-on-one basketball against each other in the water.

  While Jen would never admit this to anyone, she always had a bit of a crush on Kyle. He was six-foot-two, lean, and possessed all of the dark Italian features she loved in a man. But it wasn’t just his looks. It was something about his fun, playful personality which attracted her to the charismatic high school senior, and there was definitely something about how he always had everyone in the room laughing. It also didn’t hurt that he just so happened to hit her biggest soft spot. It was the one thing she’d loved ever since she was a little girl: he was the star quarterback on her son’s football team. When she was younger, she assumed that her love for great athletes was just a schoolgirl phase; but here she was, a forty-two-year-old married mother, still fawning over jocks like a teenage girl.

  Off to the side—lying out and talking on the pool chairs—were Doug and Tom. Tom was the top wide receiver on the team and best friends with Kyle. He was close to six-foot-five and had a similar body to his quarterback buddy: tall, lean, and with muscles everywhere. He possessed dirty blonde hair and soft brown eyes that went along well with his knee-weakening smile.

  Doug, on the other hand, was built much differently than his high school friends. Referred to as “Tank,” by the group, Doug’s physique was one more commonly referred to as a “brick shithouse.” The team’s middle linebacker wasn’t quite six feet tall, but he was close to two-hundred and twenty pounds of solid muscle. The boys had been busting their asses in the weight room over the past two years, and the results showed in spades—both on and off the field.

  She opened the glass sliding door that led to the backyard and yelled out to the pool, “Can any of you musclemen give me a hand with the groceries?”

  “Game!” Kyle confidently announced as he let a long shot fly over Brett’s outstretched hand. It sailed high in the air, and dropped directly through the pool basketball rim. “I need some real competition here, fellas!” he laughed before swimming over to the side of the pool and climbing out.

  Brett threw the basketball at Kyle, hitting his friend in the butt as he reached for a towel. “Lucky shit…”

  “Oh!” Kyle dramatically grabbed at his backside, faking a fit of pain. “Sure, I’ll give you a hand, Mrs. K. I need a break from dominating your son anyway.”

  Tom stood up and followed his friend to the door. “I’ll help too.”

  She watched the two teens dry themselves off before trailing her through the house and into the garage. “Thanks, boys.”

  Kyle wasted little time in grabbing two bags out of the SUV that each contained several one gallon jugs of milk. “Get us anything good, Mrs. K?”

  Was that even a joke at this point? These boys seemed to be over the house more times than not when she arrived home from work, and their fridge usually reflected the devastating results. Sometimes it felt like she was grocery shopping for a family of six.

  She dug around in the backseat, pulling out a big box of freeze pops with a smile.

  “My girl!” Kyle laughed as Tom took the sugary treats out of her hand.

  She found herself shopping more and more with them in mind as the years went by. A quarter of her most recent shopping list was comprised of their favorite snacks and drinks. It wasn’t a hassle though. In fact, it made her feel good; and at times, the idea of having more than one son was something she wanted. She enjoyed taking care of men.

  “I have no idea how you guys eat that stuff and still look the way you do,” she told the two classmates before picking up a few bags of breakfast food and trailing them into the kitchen. “I had a cheat day on Sunday, and I looked like a slob when I woke up Monday morning.”

  “Get out of here, Mrs. K!” Tom laughed, placing the groceries down on the kitchen counter and peering at her with a look of disbelief. “You look amazing for your age.”

  “For her age?” Kyle chimed in. “She looks amazing for any age. Ninety-nine percent of the girls at school would kill to look like Mrs. K.”

  “Quite the charmer…” Jen chuckled, moving past the quarterback and adding her groceries to the pile on the counter. “Do all the cheerleaders fall for your corny sweet talk?”

  “You know it,” grinned Kyle. “Well, that and these guns,” he added, flexing his right bicep in a joking manner.

  She sarcastically wiped away imaginary sweat from her brow. “Oh, what a dreamboat…” she moaned, placing her hand on his bicep and squeezing.

  “I can’t keep ‘em off, bro,” Kyle turned and said to his friend with a laugh. “You know, it’s not always so easy being this good-lookin’.”

  Tom rolled his eyes before heading back to the garage to retrieve another load of groceries.

  She pushed a bag of food that was on the edge of the counter back a few feet so it wouldn’t fall off, but the objects inside quickly caught her eye. There was only pasta sauce in the bag. When she checked out at the store, she watched the cashier place her cottage cheese in with the sauce, but now there was no cottage cheese to be found. One of the key ingredients appe
ared to be missing from the lasagna she had planned on making tonight

  The two friends found her searching through bags of food after they hauled the rest of the groceries into the house. She swiftly checked their bags to see if the vital container was in one of them.

  “What are you looking for?” Kyle asked, opening the box of freeze pops and placing a dozen or so inside the freezer.

  “Cottage cheese,” she responded as she continued rifling through the bags. It was nowhere to be found. She took a deep breath and relaxed. It was just one of those days. There was no use in overreacting to something so small.

  Tom held up a bag of trail mix he’d plucked from the groceries. “Cool if I have some?”

  “Sure, go ahead,” she told him while she looked for her purse. “Listen, I have to run back to the grocery store.”

  Kyle and Tom were already heading back outside. “Sure thing, Mrs. K.”

  She moved her search to her SUV, hoping that maybe her missing ingredient was on the floor or underneath one of the seats. Of course, it wasn’t. More traffic, more lines to wait in, and more assholes to deal with. It was never-ending.

  She hopped up into the driver seat and checked her purse for her phone, which obviously was missing.

  She groaned to herself, remembering that she’d left it on the kitchen table. Did the universe have it out for her today? She just wanted to relax for a little bit, make dinner, and then spend a few hours curled up on the couch with her Kindle; but here she was, losing cottage cheese and misplacing her cell phone.

  She climbed out of her vehicle and journeyed back inside the house, hearing the voices of Kyle and Tom which were coming from the bathroom that was down the hallway from the kitchen while she retrieved her phone. Apparently, the two friends had decided to head back inside before going out to the pool. She took a peek down the hall to see Tom leaning against the wall, waiting for his friend to finish up inside.

  “Any day, dude!” Tom complained as he impatiently stepped back and forth on the wooden floor. “I’m gonna piss my pants out here!”