Forbidden Sex with Girlfriend’s Mom

Forbidden Sex with Girlfriend's Mom

Boyfriend makes a deal with girlfriend's hot MILF of a mother

My eighteen-year-old girlfriend's forty-two-year-old mother, Amada, is a real MILF. From the first day that I met her, I've always been sexually attracted to her. Then, out of the blue, she requested that I break up with her daughter, Molly. With us just starting to have sex, to me a good thing but to her a bad thing, she feared that we were getting too serious too fast.

Unexpectedly, Molly's mother, Mrs. Martin called me on my cell phone. She said that she needed to talk to me while her daughter was in class. She invited me to her house. I feared that I had done something wrong.

Nervous as all hell, as if being called to the principal's office, as soon as I rang her doorbell, she opened her front door and greeted me. Seemingly, expecting me to come, she was waiting for me.

"Thanks for coming by Brett. Come in and have a seat," she said.

I sat next to her on her couch.

"What would you like to drink, she asked? "I have coffee, tea, soda, or water," she said.

I waved my hand.

"I'm good," I said.

She smiled at me while touching my knee. Her hand felt good on my knee. I only wished she'd move her hand higher.

"I wanted to talk to you about Molly," she said. "With her just starting college, after she graduates, she wants to go to law school. Her dream has always been to become a lawyer," said her mother. "I don't want to deny her of her dream."

She paused while staring up at me. Then, she got right to the point,

"I'd like you to put your relationship on hold, Brett. I want you to wait until after she graduates from law school and passes the bar," she said.

She paused again. This time she had a serious look on her face.

"Promise me that you won't see her again until after she graduates from law school," she said.

I made a face, looked at her as if she was nuts, and shook my head no.

"I can't promise you that, Mrs. Martin. It will be years before she graduates from law school," I said. "She may not want to continue our relationship. She may have fallen in love with someone else."

No doubt, that was what her mother was wanting me to say and hoping to hear.

# # #

I smiled down at her mother.

"Molly is my one and only. I love her. I want to marry her," I said.

I stretch out my six-foot-four-inch frame. I pushed back my black hair. I made eye contact with her brown eyes with my blue eyes.

"I want her to have our children one day."

Her mother looked at me with resoluteness while nodding her head.

"That's what I feared, Brett. The last thing that Molly needs before she passes the bar is to become pregnant," she said. "I don't want that, and I'm sure that she doesn't want that either.

I nodded my head in agreement and smiled.

"As soon as we marry, we want to have children, a boy for me and a girl for her. After I come into my trust fund at twenty-one-years-old, we want to buy a house, and we want to start a family," I said. "Law school can wait. She can attend law school after we marry. There's no age limit on becoming a lawyer," I said.

Her mother made a face.

"No," she said. "She must follow her head and not her heart. She must make her dreams come true, attend law school, and pass the bar before she marries anyone."

I looked at her with sadness.

"But I love her," I said again. "I really love her, I do."

# # #

Her mother smiled at me, picked up her pocketbook, and took out her checkbook.

"What if I paid you to break up with her? What if I gave you money to end your relationship with my daughter," she asked?

She opened her checkbook and with pen in hand. Her mother was ready to pay me off not to see and have sex with Molly anymore.

"I have money," she said. "Tell me. How much will it take for you to leave her alone? Five-thousand? Ten thousand? What's your price," she asked? "Just name it."

I lowered my head in sadness. I stared down at the carpet before looking up at her and smiling.

"Now that I'm having regular sex with Molly, I can't go without having sex," I said. "I love kissing her. I love making out with her while feeling her through her clothes. I love making love to her. I love having sex with your daughter, Mrs. Martin," I said.

Amanda smiled and touched and rubbed my shoulder in the way that I wished she'd touch and rub my cock.

"I understand. Sex is good, especially when you're young and you think that you're in love," said.

She paused. She gave me a big smile.

"I have a lot of friends with pretty daughters. Their dreams are to marry and have babies. I'll help you find another woman," she said. "Much like bobbing for apples in a barrel full of them, there's plenty of other fish in the sea."

She had her pen poised to her check.

"Tell me. How much should I write out the check?"

# # #

I waved my hand at her.

"I don't want your money. I don't need your money. I have plenty of money of my own. And I don't need you to find me another woman," I said.

I paused while smiling at her and making eye contact with her big, beautiful brown eyes.

"I've already found another woman," I said.

Amanda beamed me a big smile. She touched my leg again. This time she touched my thigh and rubbed it.

"That's great. Who's the other woman? Is she one of her friends," she asked? "With her being a cheerleader, Molly has lots of friends."

I returned her big smile with my big smile.

"The other woman," I said with a pause. "Is you, Mrs. Martin," I said. "If I can't Molly, then, I want you."

Daring myself to do so to me sexually touching her, I reached out my hand and felt her D cup breast through her blouse and her bra. Her breast felt so big. Her breast felt as soft as it felt firm.

She looked down at my hand on her breast and slapped my hand away.

"Oh, my God. Stop that. Don't do that," she said. "How dare you touch me in such a sexually inappropriate way?"

# # #

I smiled.

"I'll make a deal with you, Mrs. Martin. Instead of you paying me off to stop seeing your daughter, I want to have sex with you. If I agree to break up with your daughter," I said. "If I agree to no longer have sex with," I said. "I want to have sex with you."

I paused and felt her breast again. This time, surprising me, she didn't slap my hand away.

"If I can have sex with you, Mrs. Martin," I said. "I'd much rather have sex with you than with your daughter."

She stared down at my hand and up at me with shocked surprise while I continued feeling her breasts through her clothes, first one and then the other.

"I've never cheated on my husband, Brett," she said. "I'd never cheat on him. I can't do that. Even though you are very attractive, I just can't," she said.

She slowly shook her pretty head.

"That would be wrong. It would be nasty to cheat on my husband with my daughter's boyfriend. I can't do that," she said.

I laughed.

"Nonsense," I said. "We can do other things that wouldn't be considered flat out cheating or sex," I said.

With her not stopping me, I continued feeling her breasts through her clothes. As soon as her nipples made their erect impressions through her blouse and her unpadded bra, I fingered those, too. Clearly, she was as sexually aroused as I was horny.

As soon as I fingered her nipples, she stared down at my hand. She made a face of disbelief and swatted my hand away from feeling her breasts through her clothes.

"Stop that, Brett. Oh, my God. I'm old enough to be your mother," she said.

I laughed.

"I love older women, especially older women with big breasts," I said.

This time, with her not stopping me, and not slapping my hand away, I continued feeling her breasts again.

"Other things? What do you mean by saying other things," she asked?

Seemingly, she was preoccupied thinking what other things could be that wasn't considered cheating and/or wasn't considered having sex.

# # #

Again, daring myself to do so, and not wanting to regret missing this sexual opportunity, I stood, and she stared up at me while watching me unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I pushed my jeans and my briefs down to my ankles. Something that I never expected to do, I exposed my naked, erect cock to my girlfriend's mother. I wrapped my hand around my big dick and quickly stroked myself to a bigger and harder erection.

With her eyes bugging out of her head and her mouth hanging open, she stared at my big dick. Continuing to stare, not looking away in embarrassment and/or shame, she never removed her eyes from my erection. I continued stroking myself to a bigger and harder erection.

She shocked me by what she said next.

"Oh, my," she said. "You have the longest, the thickest, and the hardest penis that I've ever seen. You are much bigger than my husband's puny prick," she said with a little laugh.

I stroked myself faster. I stroked myself harder. She stood and ran to quickly grab a towel from her linen closet. As soon as she handed it to me, I ejaculated a load of cum in the towel while she watched.

# # #

I pulled up my underwear and my jeans. I zipped and buttoned my jeans. I sat beside her.

"My deal is this. For me to break up with Molly, not to have sex with her, and not to see her again, you must agree to do sexy things with me until she starts college in September," I said.

I looked at her while waiting for her reply.

"That's only ten weeks away. I'll visit you weekly. You must do the things that I ask you to do," I said.

I laughed nervously. With her not agreeing to my proposal, she remained silent. Then, she showed her interest by asking me her question.

"What do you mean by me doing sexy things," she asked?

I smiled.

"I'd like to continue exposing my naked, erect prick to you. I'd like to continue masturbating in front of you. I'd like for you to watch me cum," I said.

Not answering me, she still didn't agree to my proposal.

"You've given me much to consider. Let me think about it," she said.

She stood and motioned me to leave.

"You must go now. Please leave before Molly comes home," she said.

# # #

While Molly was still in her classes, making my second visit, I returned to Mrs. Martin's house the following week. With her still not having agreed to my proposal, she invited me inside of her home again.

As if she was there waiting for me, as soon as I rang her doorbell, she was there.

"Hi, Mrs. Martin. I'm here for our weekly session," I said.

She opened her front door and allowed me entry.

"After you exposed yourself and jerked off in front of me, you need not call me Mrs. Martin. Please call me Amada," she said.

She laughed a nervous little laugh.

"Okay, Amada," I said.

She ushered me to the couch. She sat across from me in her chair.

"This time," I said. "I want you to remove your blouse and your skirt. I want to see you in your bra and panties."

A flash of sexual arousal betrayed her look of embarrassment.

"I want you to allow me to touch and feel you through your lingerie while making out with you and masturbating," I said.

I smiled up at her.

"Please remove your blouse and your skirt. I want to see what you look like in your bra and panties," I said.

Instead of not doing what I asked, her pretty face turned a bright red with sexual arousal.

# # #

Obediently obeying me without protest, as if she was my very own Stepford wife, she slowly and sexily unbuttoned her blouse while smiling at me. With each unbuttoned button, before unbuttoning the next button, she looked down to see what I could see before looking up at me. I stared at the tops of her meaty, jiggling D cup breasts. I stared at her sexy line of cleavage. I stared at the top of her lacy and sheer low-cut, light blue bra.

I unbuttoned, unzipped, and allowed my jeans to fall to my ankles. She stared at the big bulge in my briefs. Then, I pushed down my briefs to expose my big dick to her again.

Once her blouse was unbuttoned, she removed her blouse to show me her bra clad breasts. Then, she unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt and allowed that to fall to her feet. She showed me her matching, light blue, French bikini panties. I stared at her bra clad breasts, as much as I stared at her ass and pussy clad panties. She looked sensational in her sexy lingerie.

Comparing Amanda to how Molly looks in her sexy lingerie, I would never toss her mother out of bed for eating crackers. Indeed, for a mature woman, she had one hell of a body. Where most mothers are short and fat, guessing her height and weight, Amanda had quite the body on her five-foot-nine-inch, one-hundred-thirty-pound frame.

She already had a towel there ready for me to masturbate into. She took a step closer. She allowed me to feel her big breasts and finger her erect nipples through her sheer, unpadded bra

She allowed me to feel, squeeze, and spank her ass through her panties. She allowed me to cup her pussy through her panties. While I stroked myself faster and harder, I slid a slow finger along her pussy slit through her panties before cumming again in a towel.

As soon as I ejaculated in the towel, I left.

# # #

I returned the next week, my third visit.

Hi, Amanda. This week, I want you to remove your bra. While you watch me masturbate myself again, I want you to allow me to see, touch, feel, fondle, and grope your naked breasts while fingering and sucking your erect nipples. Instead of cumming in a towel, I want you to kneel before me and allow me to cum all over your naked breasts," I said.

She removed her blouse and her bra. Molly's mother was topless. While turning one way before turning the other way, she proudly showed me her naked breasts. I loved her big tits.

Obediently obeying me again, she watched me stroking myself. I stroked myself faster. I stroked myself harder. When it was time for me to cum, she knelt before me while staring up at me. Then, she allowed me to cum all over her naked breasts.

There was so much cum. I coated her naked tits with my cum. My cum dripped from her breasts. Removing any evidence that we had sex, she used the towel to wipe away my cum.

# # #

I arrived the following week, my fourth visit, while Molly was in class.

"Today, I want to see and video naked, Amada," I said. "I not only want to see, feel, fondle, and grope your naked breasts but also, I want to see, touch, feel, squeeze, and slap your naked ass."

Breathing through her mouth, ready to strip herself naked, she looked at me with a sexy smile and a naughty look. She looked at me as if she was as eager for me to see her without her clothes, as I was excited to see her naked.

"After you watch me masturbate and cum, I want to masturbate you. I want to rub your clit. I want to finger fuck your cunt. I want to find your G spot and press on that, too. I want to give you an orgasm with my fingers," I said. I want to see and hear you cum."

I was surprised that she didn't object to me videoing her naked. She seemed consensually willing for me to finger her pussy, too.

While I masturbated myself, I masturbated her.

"Brett, oh, Brett. That feels so good. Rub my clit harder. Finger fuck me deeper. Press on my G spot. Yes, that's it. I'm cumming, Brett. I'm cumming."

With us sitting side by side on the couch on top of towels, with her so very horny and sexually unsatisfied, not taking her long to cum, I watched her close her eyes, stiffen her legs, and arch her back while enjoying the afterglow of sex.

Not allowing her to rest for long, I stood in front of her and ejaculated a load of cum all over her naked body. I exploded cum, all over her naked breasts, her stomach, and her legs. Except for cumming all over her face and in her beautiful, brown hair, I gave her a cum bath. I ejaculated cum everywhere all over her naked body. She wiped cum from her with a towel, and I left.

# # #

The next week, the fifth week, halfway to the end, I hoped she'd agree to take the next step with me.

"Now that I masturbated you last week, I want you to masturbate me this week," I said. "Instead of sitting on the couch beside me, move to your knees between my legs. I want you to strip topless so that I may fondle your naked breasts while fingering your erect nipples as you stroke me," I said.

Again, obediently opening me, doing whatever I asked her to do, she removed her top. She reached behind her, removed her bra straps from her shoulders, her arms from her bra straps, and removed her bra. Then, she knelt between my legs while topless.

She smiled up at me. She cupped her big breasts in both of her hands. She lifted her breasts to her mouth and sucked her nipples.

Then, she took my stiff prick in her soft and warm hand. She wrapped her long, manicured fingers around my cock and stroked me. She stroked me faster. She stroked me harder.

I stared down at her while she stared up at me. Molly's mother masturbated me. I shot a load of cum all over her naked breasts, and leaving no evidence of our sexual affair behind, she wiped me from her tits with a towel.

As soon as I ejaculated, I left.

# # #

I returned for the sixth week for oue silently agreed upon sexual session.

"Strip naked," I said.

By the look of shock on her face, I surprised her.

"I want to finger and lick your pussy. I want to eat your cunt. I want to give you an orgasm with my fingers and with my tongue," I said.

Obediently obeying me again, she stripped herself naked. She covered the couch with towels. She spread her long legs wide. I made myself comfortable between her shapely thighs. I fingered her pussy while licking her cunt. I ate the pussy of Molly's mother.

I rubbed her clit harder. I licked her cunt faster. I finger fucked her deeper. I pressed on her G spot.

"Brett! Brett! Oh, my God, Brett! Don't stop rubbing my clit. Don't stop licking my pussy. I'm cumming, Brett. I'm cumming."

She fell silent for a second.

"Rub my clit harder. Lick me faster. Finger fuck me deeper. Press on my G spot. That's it. Right there. Eat me, Brett. Eat my cunt," she said.

Again, not taking her long to cum, she closed her eyes, stiffened her legs, and arched her back. As if my face was a sponge, giving me her version of a cum bath, she took my head in both of her hands and rubbed my face all over her cunt. I had her vaginal secretions everywhere, in my hair, on my eyebrows, in my eyes, up my nose, in my mouth, and dripping from my chin. Then, she had a screaming orgasm.

As soon as she had her orgasm, while she enjoyed the afterglow of sex, I left.

# # #

The next week, the seventh seven, I was ready to go even further with her.

"Since I ate your pussy last week, I want you to blow me this week. I want you to stroke me while sucking my prick. I want to cum in your mouth. I want to watch you swallow," I said.

Expecting her to refuse to blow me, I was surprised when she did. As soon as I unbuttoned, unzipped, and pushed down my jeans and underwear, she was all my naked, erect cock. Wrapping her long, manicured finger around my thick dick, sShe took me in her soft and warm hand.

She stroked me. She leaned forward to take me in her mouth. She sucked me. Molly's mother blew me while I fondled her naked breasts and pinched, pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipples.

"I love your big prick, Brett," she temporarily removed my prick from her mouth to speak. "Your cock is so much bigger than my husband's penis. Your cock is the biggest prick that I ever held in my hand and stuffed in my mouth," she said with a dirty laugh.

As soon as she took me in her mouth again, I put a gentle hand behind her brunette, pretty head. Something that I never expected to do to Molly's mother, I humped her mouth. I fucked her face.

I exploded a load of cum in her mouth and she swallowed. Then, as soon as she released the pressure of her lips to remove me from her mouth, I exploded a second load of cum all over her pretty face, in her brown hair, and across her naked breasts. I gave Amanda a cum bath.

She wiped herself with a towel. She laughed. She loved receiving a cum bath as much as I enjoyed giving her one.

"Oh, my God, Brett. I love blowing you. I love your big and hard prick. Never have I swallowed as much cum. You gave me the best cum bath that I ever had," she said.

I quickly left before Molly returned home from class.

# # #

When I arrived the following week, the eighth week, I asked her to strip naked again. With her husband away on business and her daughter in class, I told her that I wanted to make love to her. We moved to her bedroom.

She stripped herself naked, and as soon as she did and I did, I mounted her. She reached down between my legs to take my erect cock in her soft and warm hand. She parted her swollen pussy lips with my erect prick.

Not wearing a condom, I slowly, lovingly, and passionately humped her while making out with her. Then, humping her faster and humping her harder, no longer making love, we were fucking. She returned my fast and hard humps with her fast and humps. I fucked her and she fucked me.

Hoping to impregnate her with my baby, I ejaculated a load of cum in her warm and wet pussy. As soon as I ejaculated cum in her cunt, I left before Molly came home. The last thing that we wanted was for her to catch us naked and having sex.

# # #

The tenth week finally arrived too soon. This was our last sexual session together. We were having too much fun masturbating one another, having oral sex, making love, and fucking.

Never hearing her opening the front door, Molly came home early. Her class was canceled when her professor called in ill. Thinking that we were alone, we weren't very quiet. Molly caught me with my naked ass in their air fucking her mother.

"Brett! Oh, my God! Mom! What are you doing? Is this why you wanted Brett to breakup with me so that you could fuck him," she asked?

# # #

With Amanda pregnant, she divorced her husband. I married mother instead of daughter. We lived together as a family. Not wanting to make Molly pregnant, she still masturbated me and blew me while I masturbated and ate her while my wife, her mother, watched.

The End