Ben and the MILF

This is a story of Ben, a 22-year-old man. Not very experienced when it came to sex. But the younger ladies seem to enjoy how he performed, including his girlfriend, who was a virgin at 22 when they met.

He wasn't what anybody would call sexy. He was 5ft 10in, 120 lbs, soaking wet. At 22, he was getting carded? Now, mind you, it's the early 1980s. Laws were more lax. And people younger than him were buying alcohol without showing an ID.

He had an ok job for the time being. He was employed at a steak house, you know the type. The ones with the All You Can Eat Salad Bar, and people walked through a shoot like cattle to get their orders taken. I digress...

Ben started working there on day 1, pre-Grand Opening. He started out as a Dishwasher/fry cook. He worked through the ranks through attrition, perseverance, and reliability. He soon was in charge of the kitchen. A lot of the younger gals(waitresses, etc.) thought he was cool and flirted with him, but he didn't want anything to do with "jailbait."

The older ladies also liked to flirt with him. However, they were all married in their 30s and mid-40s with children. There was one, Lynette, 34. She was a bit skinny, with tiny little boobs and very nice hips and ass. Her legs were nice and long. Yes, she was married and had a 10-year-old daughter. Lynette never flirted, and he probably found this a challenge.

Even though she didn't flirt back, he would, and he always made her smile. He'd schedule her to open the dining room in the morning, especially on days he had to open. He would get his setup done before others would be there. Freeing himself up to help Lynette get the dining room ready to go.

Then they always had downtime before the doors were unlocked, and they would take up a booth. They would enjoy each other's company while taking a coffee break.

They chatted, and he cracked her shell. He found out she had been married for 10 years. Her child was now 10. She told him, "Yeah, do the math."

As we talked almost daily, she started to open up. She was brought up going to church every Sunday; her parents were very religious. When she told them she was pregnant, it was either move out or get married. Her husband and she had enjoyed married life for the first two or three years. They were trying to make it work for their daughter.

He also found out she had a sister his age, single and still living at home. It took some convincing, but he got her to introduce him to her. They hit it off quite well and started dating.

After they started dating, Lynette became a bit standoffish and reverted to her shell. One day, HR finally got her alone and got her to open up. She explained, "Since you started dating Suzie, I didn't want to interfere or cause problems. I was always considered the troublemaker."

He replied, "Lynette, we were friends first. If Suzie doesn't like it, so be it. We were friends first, and if it means I drop her, I will."

She responded, "Don't do that. You two are so cute together, and I'll be okay."

With that, the doors unlocked, and the lunch rush began.

During the rush, he was getting buried, and it might have been that his mind wasn't where it should have been. Lyn, the lead server, saw what was happening and jumped in to lend a hand. " Whatcha need, buddy?"

He called out tickets, and Lynn, who had never been in his kitchen before, jumped in and pulled her buddy out of the weeds.

From that day forward, Lynn, as she preferred to be called, was transferred to the kitchen, permanently. Thanks to Ben and his pull with management.

Lyn kept Ben grounded and on his toes. Ben didn't mind the scenery either. Lyn, even though in uniform, somehow made it look good. As the flirting and sexual innuendos increased.

As the weeks passed, Lyn would get more brazen. She'd walk by Ben in the hall and grab his ass. Or Ben in the cramped store room, Lyn would suddenly be there, trying to squeeze past, her ass brushing his groin.

Ben started playing his own games. If she were standing at the counter finishing an order. He would stand behind her a bit too close. Double-checking the orders, he could tell she felt his package. She pushes back just enough for him to notice. Ben whispered, "Been a while since Miss Lyn had a workout in her bed?"

She turns her head, licks her lips, Well, feeling what's pressed against my bottom, "doesn't seem like little sis is taken care of by her man."

This went on for weeks, with both of them getting frustrated. Once they went on break, after a bit of back-and-forth, Lyn said, "Buddy, you better be careful. I'm not sure you could handle a real woman." Ben was taken by surprise. " Oh, Miss Lyn, you want to find out? I will be at your front door one day, and we'll see who can handle who."

This had changed things a bit, and they both had upped their game. Lyn was no longer just grabbing ass and brushing against his groin; she was grabbing handfuls.

Ben wasn't just standing too close or grabbing her ass; his hand, when he grabbed, would go under her skirt. Fingers brushing the damp fabric covering her crotch.

One week, a cleaning crew was scheduled to do a massive cleaning throughout the store. Ben had volunteered to supervise, meaning he had to be in the restaurant from close to open, just supervising the crew.

The crew had finished at 7AM. Lyn was off; he knew this because he hadn't scheduled her this way.

He drove down her street, seeing her husband back out of the driveway and off to work. He knew the coast was clear. He parked his car a block down in the alley. He walked the alley to Lyn's house and to the back door.

Knock, knock. Lyn opens the door, wearing a robe. "Ben???? What are you doing here?"

Ben smiles. "I told you one day I'd be on your doorstep. Today's the day."

Lyn smiles but says, "You shouldn't be here."

He pulls her into him, places his hand inside her robe, puts his hand into her panties, and feels her already wet pussy, "Why? Are you afraid you won't be able to handle it, or that you'll like it?"

Her eyelids flutter, and her breath catches in her throat. He has a roguish, cheeky smile as he utters, "Hmmm, you act like you haven't had a man to, uch you like this in ages."

She takes his hand that's rubbing her already soaked panties, and leads him to a sofa in the living room, her voice sultry as she tells him, " There are too many prying eyes in the neighborhood."

She sits on the sofa and pulls him down next to her. She bites her bottom lip as her hand runs up his thigh, feeling his hardness that is growing down it.

"I didn't think you'd actually follow through... but I'm glad you did," she murmurs, her voice low and teasing. "I like a man who knows exactly what he wants."

She leans in and kisses him on the lips, her hand caressing the bulge in his jeans,

"Oh my," she moans, eyes gleaming. "Suzie said you were gifted... but she didn't do you justice. This is beyond anything I imagined."

She undoes his jeans, as her blues twinkle. "She unbuttons his jeans, slides her hand inside, and wraps her fingers around his thick, hard length. As she pulls it free, her eyes widen. "Oh my God... Suzie didn't tell me the half of what you're packing."

"She slowly strokes him, her robe slipping open to reveal her perky breasts -- nipples hard, areolas dark and inviting. Her panties cling, soaked through, as she grabs his hand and presses it between her thighs, guiding his fingers into her tight, aching heat."

She licks her lips, hungry with anticipation, then leans in and kisses the swollen tip--slow, deliberate. Her tongue flicks over him, tasting his heat. With a low moan, she opens her mouth and slides him in, inch by aching inch, her lips wrap

ping around him as she sinks deeper, savoring his every twitch.

Suddenly, a creak echoes from upstairs.

"Shit," she gasps, clutching her robe closed. "I forgot--she hasn't left for school yet."

Ben scrambles, bending over in the chair, hands fumbling to cover himself as the moment shatters with reality knocking just above them.

Her daughter comes bounding down the stairs, "Morning, Momma, oh, I didn't know we had company."

Lyn greeted her daughter at the foot of the stairs.

"Just a friend who has a problem and needed somebody to talk to," she said, guiding her toward the kitchen.

"Breakfast is ready--and here's your lunch. Hurry up, don't want to be late for school."

Lyn renters the living room and motions for Ben to get to the bathroom. He goes quickly so her daughter won't see. He stays there til he hears.

"Have a good day, dear. Be careful crossing the street?"

Ben waits for the all clear.

"Ok, Ben, she's gone, you can come out."

"That was too close, this is why you shouldn't have come over here," she scolds Ben.

Ben's breath catches as her robe slips from her shoulders, revealing smooth skin and a teasing curve of her body.

"Now... where were we?" she murmurs, eyes locked on his.

His gaze trails from her soft, perky breasts down her taut stomach to the damp fabric clinging between her thighs. Desire surges in the charged silence between them.

Lyn unzips him again, her fingers deliberate as she frees his thick, pulsing length.

"Geez," she breathes with a teasing smile, wrapping her hand around him. "Still hard after all that? That's why I love young men... so full of stamina."

She strokes him slowly, savoring the tension between them, her robe slipping further down her arms as heat builds once again.

Her fingers remain wrapped around him as she speaks, voice low, almost to herself.

"I've never cheated on my husband..." she pauses, glancing away for a moment, then back at him with quiet resolve. "Can', t say the same for him."

With that, she guides him toward the stairs, her touch firm, her steps measured.

At the top, she halt, s. Turns.

Her eyes are intense now--not just with desire, but with warning. "No one must know about this... no one."

Then, with, out giving him a chance to, answer, she lesitsn and kisses him--fiercely, passionately, like she's made her choice and, there's no turning back.

Their kiss deepens as she slowly backs into the bedroom, never breaking contact, her hands reaching for the buttons of his shirt., She fumbles--frustrated by the fabric, by time--until finally she loses patience and tears it open, buttons scattering across the floor with soft clinks.

Still kissing him, she pulls him with her into the room. Then, with a breathless laugh, she falls back onto the bed, her hair splaying out, eyes locked on his.

He fumbles with his jeans, eagerness getting the better of him. She watches with a playful smile, her voice warm and teasing.

"Slow down, buddy," she says, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "We've got all day."

He steps out of his jeans at last, and she takes a long, deliberate look at him. Youthful, lean, his body unsculpted but undeniably appealing--strong legs, a smooth belly, and a natural mess of soft fuzz across his chest and below his navel.

He kneels, slowly slipping her panties down her thighs. She lifts her hips in silent invitation, letting them fall to the floor. For a moment, he just stands there, staring--drawn in by the sight of her, bare and waiting.

One hand wraps around himself as he starts to move closer, guiding his length toward her warmth.

But before he can press forward, her voice cuts through with a playful edge.

"Hold on, stud," she murmurs with a raised brow, a slow smile forming on her lips. "A lady likes to be wooed..."

She reaches up, fingers grazing his chest. "Looks like I've got some teaching to do."

She sits up pulling him to her, she rubs her pussy, removes her hand and runs a slick coated finger across his lips. He licks his lips, "like that buddy? There's more twhere that comes from."

As to her chest. Go ahead big boy. Do what comes naturally.

He got on his knees at the edge of the bed. Lynette lady flower is blossomed and inhales the fragrance. He moans, "oh wow that smells incredible."

Lynette's breath hitched, her anticipation building. "Wait... you've never done this before?" she asked with teasing disbelief. "Oh wow, you're in for something special."

Ben gave a sheepish grin as he placed a gentle kiss on her thigh. "The women I've dated weren't really into it... and Suzie? She says it's gross."

Lyn raised a brow, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "My sister really said that? I need to have a little chat with her. Then again... my husband wasn't exactly enthusiastic either."

As Ben's lips lingered on her skin, shying away from where she ached for him most, Lyn took a breath and ran her fingers through his thick, tousled hair. With a quiet, confident touch, she guided him closer--letting her actions speak louder than any words.

He finally, kissed her bald pussy, his tongue slipping between the folds. He can see her juices flowing through the pink flesh. He moans loudly and she knows he's enjoying it.

Now, take your fingers and part the lips, lick and kiss right there," she moaned, her voice dripping with pleasure.

"Ohhhhh fuck yes, like that. Now at the top, see that little red button? Ohhhh there ya go, right theeeerrrrreee. Oh yeah, you found it. Now use your tongue on it."

She grasped his head, holding him firmly in place, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Ohhh fuuuuuccccccck that's it, buddy. Make this old lady cum."

Ben, being the quick learner he is, made Lyn orgasm four more times before she finally had to pull his head from between her thighs. With a satisfied sigh, she tugged him up to lay beside her, her legs still twitching with the residual pleasure.

He grinned, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and desire, as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, a gentle symphony of intimacy and fulfillment.

As they lay together, Lynette could feel his hard cock pressed against her thigh, a throbbing reminder of the passion they had ignited. "Ok, my darling student," she purred, her voice laced with desire. "It's time to show your teacher how you use that beautiful tool between your legs."

She pulled him on top of her, spreading her legs to let him settle there. His manhood pressed against her vagina, a tantalizing promise of what was to come. "Go ahead, stud," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Show me what you've got."

She raised her legs, opening herself fully to him, an invitation he couldn't resist. He guided his long, stiff cock to her wet, sensitive slit, the anticipation building with each second. He started to push the thick head in, and she winced, her body adjusting to his size.

"Take your time, buddy," she exhaled, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "You're much bigger than my husband. He's the only one who's been in there for the last 10 years, and he hasn't touched it for weeks."

Ben slows down, watching every inch slowly disappear into his amazing tutor. He's almost balls deep in her. She says, "Ok big boy, go ahead show me what you have," as she wraps her legs around his thighs.

Ben starts sliding in and out of her. "Ohhh wow, Lyn, you're really tight. I didn't expect this."

She begins meeting his thrust with her own. Each time Ben thrusts in, she meets his thrust. "Ohhh, Ben, I told you I've been deprived of this for months. You said I couldn't handle it? We're about to find out! When you can't hold it anymore, just empty those young, full balls inside."

He looks down with a look of concern. "But Lyn, I'm not wearing a rubber."

She just smirks. "That's the benefit of screwing a sex-starved MILF and a married one at that. I want my pussy filled with your cum."

He pumps into her harder and faster. "Oh god, I'm going to cum. Ohhhh fuck, I'm..." He grunts and groans, shooting a huge load deep inside her.

As Ben collapses onto her, spent and breathless, Lyn wraps her arms around him, pulling him close. "That was amazing, Ben," she whispers, her voice filled with satisfaction. "I haven't felt like that in years."

Ben, still catching his breath, manages a smile. "I'm glad I could help," he says, his voice tinged with a mix of pride and exhaustion.

Lyn chuckles softly, running her fingers through his hair. "You did more than help, you know. You reminded me what it feels like to be truly satisfied."

Ben props himself up on his elbows, looking down at her with a curious expression. "So, what now? Do you want me to... You know, pull out?"

Lyn shakes her head, a playful smirk on her lips. "Not just yet. Let's give it a minute. I want to feel every drop of you inside me." As he feels her pussy constrict around his cock.

Ben nods, settling back down, his body still entwined with hers. "Okay, but only if you promise to tell me more about this 'deprivation' you mentioned earlier."

Lyn's eyes sparkle with amusement. "Oh, Ben, you have no idea. My husband and I, we've been together for so long, and lately, it's like he's forgotten how to touch me. It's been weeks since we last had sex, and even then, it was lackluster at best."

Ben listens intently, his curiosity piqued. "And you've been wanting more?"

Lyn nods, her expression turning serious. "Desperately. That's why i was reluctant to hook you up my my sister Suzi, you had done something to me i hadnt felt in years. I've been fantasizing about someone like you for a long time. Someone young, passionate, and eager to please."

Ben grins, feeling a surge of confidence. "Well, I'm here now. And I'm more than happy to oblige."

Lyn laughs, a sound filled with relief and joy. "I'm counting on it, Ben. I'm counting on it. Rest up, because you're not finished yet. And my husband left on a buisness trip this morning. So we have the rest of the day, well at least till my daughter gets out of school. And if you can make back it tonight well continue.

Ben responds very enthusiastically "You got a deal. As they fall asleep in each other's arms.

Ben is awakened a few hours later by the sensation of his cock being sucked, the warm, wet heat pulling him from his dreams. In a haze, he tries to place where he is, his mind still foggy with sleep. Lyn brings him to his senses, her voice a sultry purr. "Nice nap, stud? Is this the first time you've got woken by a sexy MILF?"

He smiles, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Ohhhhh yeah, a guy could get used to this," he murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed as he watches Lyn work so expertly up and down his shaft.

Lyn looks up at him, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum.

"Well, don't think that you're not going to do your fair share," she teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She turns and straddles him, her pussy just inches from his face.

"Well, don't just lay there. Your tongue-lashing expertise is phenomenal, and I need more."

Ben stutters, his mind racing. "But have you cleaned up since this morning?"

Lyn chuckles, a low, throaty sound. "What, afraid of your own cum? If a woman is willing to have a load deposited in her mouth, a guy should be willing to sacrifice a little."

She slides her pussy closer until she's planted her juicy slit directly on his mouth.

Ben tells himself, "She's got a point." He tentatively flicks his tongue out, tasting the mix of her arousal and his own release. Lyn moans, grinding against his face as he explores her folds, his tongue delving deeper with each pass.

As Ben pleasures Lyn, he can feel his own arousal growing, his cock throbbing with need. Lyn reaches back, her hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking him in time with his tongue's movements.

The dual sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body, and he redoubles his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring Lyn to the brink.

Lyn's moans grow louder, her body trembling as she nears her climax. "Oh god, Ben, don't stop," she gasps, her hips bucking against his face. "I'm so close, just like that, yes!"

Ben can feel her inner muscles clenching, her body tensing as she reaches the peak of her pleasure. He continues to lick and suck, drawing out her orgasm until she collapses forward, her body shaking with the aftermath.

As Lyn catches her breath, she turns to face Ben, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Your turn," she whispers, her hand still wrapped around his cock. She leans down, taking him into her mouth once more, her tongue swirling around his sensitive head.

Ben groans, his hips bucking as Lyn takes him deep, her throat constricting around him. He can feel his own release building, his balls tightening as she sucks and licks, her hand working in tandem with her mouth.

With a final, powerful thrust, Ben comes, his cock pulsing as he fills Lyn's mouth with his seed. She swallows eagerly, her eyes locked on his as she milks him dry.

As they both come down from their high, Lyn curls up next to Ben, her head resting on his chest.

"See, wasn't that worth it?" she murmurs, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.

Ben smiles, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "Definitely. I think I could get used to this kind of wake-up call."

As they lay together in the afterglow, Lynette's hand gently traces the length of his semi-hard cock. "Ohhhh my stud is ready to go again?" she murmurs, a playful smile on her lips. She grasps his manhood, giving it a few teasing strokes, and feels him grow fully hard in her hand. "That's my young man," she purrs, her voice dripping with desire. "Are you ready to please your older lady again?" She leans in, her breath hot against his ear, whispering seductive promises of what's to come, her body already aching with anticipation.

He nods eagerly, his eyes locked onto hers, a hungry look in them. "Always ready for you, Lynette," he replies, his voice husky with lust. She smiles, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking him slowly, feeling his pulse against her palm. "Good," she whispers, "because I have plans for you." She rolls on top of him, her body pressing against his, her nipples hardening as they brush against his chest. She grinds against him, feeling his hardness press against her wetness. "I want to feel you inside me," she whispers, her voice breathy with need. "I want you to fuck me like you mean it." She reaches down, positioning him at her entrance, and slowly lowers herself onto him, a soft moan escaping her lips as he fills her completely.

He groans, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "You feel so good, Lynette," he growls, his voice strained with desire. She begins to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm, taking him deep inside her. "I love the way you fill me," she whispers, her voice breathy and needy. "I love the way you make me feel." She leans down, her lips capturing his in a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as she rides him harder, faster. His hands move to her breasts, cupping them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp into his mouth. She can feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as he hits that perfect spot inside her.

"Oh god, I'm close," she moans, her voice shaky with need. "Don't stop, please don't stop." He grips her tighter, his hips thrusting up to meet her, his cock hitting that spot over and over again, pushing her closer to the edge. "Come for me, Lynette," he growls, his voice deep and commanding. "Let me feel you come all over my cock." And with a final thrust, she cries out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her, her inner walls clenching around him, milking him for all he's worth. He groans, his body tensing as he finds his own release, his seed spilling deep inside her. They collapse together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hearts pounding in sync.

Ben wakes alone in the bed. The smell of sex still in no the air. His mind goes through everything that has transpired and smiled as gets dressed. Downstairs he hears Lyn talking. He slowy tip toes down the steps. Finds Lyn talking on the phone.

"Yes, honey I will." She spots Ben. Puts a finger to her lips, shhhh, mouths its my husband. Shes sitting at a desk in a little alcove. Wearing the robe she wore this morning. "It was an good day, yes, I had the day off, shes says into the phone as she uncrosses her legs. Her robe slipping open showing her beautiful shaved pussy. Ben moves closer, drops to his knees infront of her. She mouths no not now, "yes honey I did, uh hu," still talking on the phone.

Ben slides a hand up her thigh, his hand slides up and slips a finger between the puffy lips of her love tunnel, she gasp, looking at Ben, shaking her head No. "Oh nothing i spilled my water."

Ben nibbles her inner thigh, she places a hand on his head as she spreads her legs. She guides him, towards her increasingly heated pussy.

Ben's fingers trace delicate patterns on Lyn's inner thigh, his touch feather-light yet electric. She shivers, her breath hitching as she tries to maintain her composure on the phone. "Yes, everything is fine, just a little accident," she manages to say, her voice barely hiding the tremble of anticipation.

Ben's tongue flicks out, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin, inching closer to her aching core. Lyn's eyes flutter closed, a soft moan escaping her lips, but she quickly recovers, "Yes, I'm still here, honey. Just a bit distracted." Her hand finds its way to Ben's head, fingers tangling in his hair as she guides him closer to her throbbing center.

The phone conversation drones on, but Lyn's responses become more fragmented, her breaths more ragged.

"Oh ok I'll see you tomorrow evening, I love you too."

She hangs up, her eyes locked on Ben, a mix of desire and urgency in her gaze. "Ben, you naughty boy," she whispers, her voice thick with need. "You know I can't resist you."

With a wicked smile, she leans back, her robe falling open completely, revealing her luscious body to his hungry eyes. "Show me what else you can do with that talented tongue of yours," she commands, her voice a sultry purr. Ben, eager to oblige, dives in, his tongue exploring every inch of her wet, eager flesh, drawing out gasps and moans that fill the room.

He makes her orgasm 3 times before she pulls him off.

You know I'd love to continue this but my daughter will be home any minute.

She rushes him to the back door. She peeks outside. "Its clear, see you tonight? She goes to be at 9."

Giving her a hard kiss on the lips, "I'll be here." As rushes down the steps. He hears from the house, Hey mommmm I'm home!

Ben crashed at his apartment, and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. Suddenly, a persistent knock on his door jolts him from his slumber. He groggily reaches for the alarm clock on his nightstand, squinting at the glowing numbers: 8 PM. "Who the hell could be here at this hour?" he mutters, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.