I Like to Dip Mine in Milf

Oh, the MILF. I had never heard the word before, but know it all too well now. I was just a broke college boy, looking for some extra cash. My dad suggested lawn care. He further suggested I look for work on one of the wealthiest streets in our city – Cherry Blossom Lane. His theory was the rich don’t like to mow their own grass. Turns out Pops was right, but some of the residents needed more than just their lawns handled. Most of the lovelies on Cherry Blossom Lane were stay-at-home moms who often found themselves bored with kids at school and husbands at work. They were stressed from tending to both, always putting their own needs last, of course. And I turned out to be, well, a welcome distraction from their otherwise mundane lives. Like a typical young boy, I was horny 24/7. Although I could take matters into my own hands, so to speak, nothing compared to a tight pussy, or ass, as I would soon discover. My interactions with the hotties of Cherry Blossom Lane were mutually fulfilling for sure. ~~~Monday – Mrs. AdamsI hear a shrill voice yell, “Hi, Chase, darling,” and turn around to see Mrs. Jenkins bleach-blonde head peeking over the fence. “Phyllis, it’s not your day,” fusses Mrs. Adams.”I’m just saying, ‘Hi,’ Karen. Nothing wrong with that. Is there, Chase?” Mrs. Jenkins replies, oozing sugar from her voice.”Hi, Mrs. Jenkins,” I reply. “Chase, I just made some chocolate chip cookies, if you’d like to stop by after you mow,” she purrs.”Phyllis, I have all the cookies he needs,” Mrs. Adams retorts.Oh, boy. Am I about to witness a cat-fight? It is flattering that these two women are obviously fighting over me but it makes me a little uncomfortable too. Not sure what to do.”Let Chase answer for himself, Karen!”Oh shit. “Umm, thank you, Mrs. Jenkins, maybe another time,” I decide to say. Mrs. Adams was correct this wasn’t her day. “Well, alright. I’ll see you Wednesday, honey,” she says, unable to hide her disappointment. Then, I see her blonde head disappear.”Honestly, that woman!” groans Mrs. Adams. I choose not to respond.Mrs. Adams is the plain-jane mom next door. She is pretty, in a natural kind of way, with smallish features. Her clothes are nondescript, hiding her body – the complete opposite of show-it-all Mrs. Jenkins next door. But, get this woman behind closed doors, and a freak comes out to play.I mow her yard while she sits in her patio chair pretending to read. But, I see her constant escort beylikdüzü glances in my direction. I know what she has on her mind – and it isn’t that book. After I finish mowing, Mrs. Adams makes her usual excuse to get me into her bedroom. I don’t know why, but she plays this silly game where she acts like I am just going to innocently “help” her with something. Then while I am “helping”, she grabs my dick and you will see where that always leads. “Chase, can you get something off the high shelf for me?” she asks.”Sure, Mrs. Adams,” I play along, following her up the stairs to her bedroom. She points to a shoebox on an upper shelf and I reach up and retrieve it. While my hands are holding the box, her hands grab my cock through my shorts. “You are so big and strong, Chase. Mmmmmm,” she says smiling, still stroking me outside my shorts. “Thank you, Mrs. Adams,” I say as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling my mouth in for a kiss.She likes to play the wholesome housewife in front of her neighbors, but behind closed doors, she is the dirtiest of them all. We kiss as her hand reaches inside my shorts and grabs hold of me. Her hand tightens and she jacks me off good. This woman knows how to give a good handjob for sure. My dick throbs within her grasp. I unbutton her shorts and pull them down, along with her cotton panties. She pulls my shorts down as well and we shed the rest of our clothes and climb onto the bed. The sight of her hairy pussy always startles me just a little. The college girls I have been with shave their pussies bare. So, this is new to me. Kind of freaks me out a little. “Eat me out, Chase,” she orders.So, I go for it. I end up parting her hair with my tongue to get to her clit. There it is. Over that little bump in the road, I dive right in. As soon as my tongue hits her hot spot, her hips buck off the bed. I am doing this right, I think. “Easy, Chase. Don’t go right to my clit. Pay some attention to my lips and pussy first. Slow down, hun,” she instructs.Okay. I guess I wasn’t doing it quite right. I move my tongue down further, licking up and down her lips, exploring all the delicious folds of her pussy. I feel her hands twisting and grabbing my hair as her thighs squeeze against me. “Chase! Oh, God, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”So, I don’t stop. Lapping, flicking, swirling my tongue everywhere between her legs drives her fucking crazy. I pull back escort akbatı to get a good look at her pussy. The hair still throws me a little, but I am definitely aroused by the sight of her and breathe in her aroma. My fingers part her lips as I decide to dip my tongue inside. I have to hold her down as she tries to buck her hips up and down. My cock is hard as a rock from all her moans and groans of pleasure. Moving my hands behind her thighs, I rock her up, so I can get a peek at her asshole. There it is, a tight puckered brown hole. I want to explore it. Any college girl I had been with was scared of her ass and sure the hell wouldn’t let me near it. I can’t pass up this opportunity. My tongue flicks it and Mrs. Adams once again comes off the bed in excitement. My tongue swirls around and around and then I decide to dip a finger inside. I get the feeling Mrs. Adams will be into it. I am not wrong. “Chase! Yes, fuck my ass, Chase!”What? Did I hear her right?”You want me to fuck this ass?” I ask, as I finger-fuck her ass harder.”Yes! Roll me over,” she says. Then, she reaches for her nightstand, and withdraws some lube and flings it at me.I can’t believe this is happening. I roll her over and she gets up on new knees, lifting her hot little ass up for me. I tell myself this is just like fucking her pussy and move in. She helps me by reaching behind and spreading her cheeks for me as her face presses down against her covers.I squirt a glob of lube on my cock and maneuver to her tight little opening. “Go slow at first, Chase,” she requests.I press gently against the opening of her ass, then withdraw. I repeat this over and over, each time working my fat cock in a little farther.”Is this okay, Mrs. Adams?” I ask, nervous I might not be doing this right.”You are amazing, Chase. It feels so good. Push in now. Now, Chase!”I push my length all the way in as she deeply moans. I’m in. Oh, fuck! What a tight fit! And I start to fuck her. She pushes back against my thrusts, forcing me deeper. Fuck! Fuck! I won’t last long as this feels too good!”That’s it, Chase. Fuck, Chase. So gooood!” she moans, giving me confidence.I hold on tightly to her hips and fuck her harder, trying to keep from exploding. I count in my head to distract myself. 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 … I feel like I am good if I can get to 20 before I cum.”I’m cumming, Mrs. Adams. I can’t hold it,” I blurt out, half apologetically.”Yes, escort beylikdüzü cum, Chase. Cum!”And with her permission, I shoot my cum into her clenching ass. I feel it squirting over and over. Fuck! This is the strongest orgasm I have had in a while. I pull out and roll over on my side panting. The next thing I know her hairy pussy is on my face. “Finish me, Chase. It will just take a few licks,” she pleads.My cum is dripping out her ass as I once again sift through her hair to find her hot little button. She is right, three licks and she explodes on my face. Writhing, shaking, leaking all over my face. Then, she slides down and snuggles up against me. I wrap my arms around her and we recover together, in each other’s arms. She calls this time “aftercare” and tells me how important it is to women. When she has enough of this “aftercare”, I dress, receiving a peck on the cheek, and one last grab of my cock.~~~Wednesday – Mrs. JenkinsThis blonde-bombshell mom lets it all hang out. She never wears a bra … nipples poke through her top … ass cheeks hang out her shorts. And her face always looks like she just left the Macy’s makeup counter. She is super hot!. Really, really hot! And she knows it. She likes to fuck first and then lounges in her chair recovering from her orgasm, while I mow. I would prefer the opposite order as I am exhausted after fucking this mom, but she is the boss. Today, she starts the conversation with, “Chase, don’t you think I have a nice yard?” “Uh, yeah, I guess,” I respond, uncertain as to where this is leading.”Would you say it is better than the other neighbors’ yards?” she says pursing her red painted lips.Oh, no. Warning! Warning! I know where this is leading now. I will not get trapped into saying who’s grass is greener, if you know what I mean. “This is a nice street, Mrs. Jenkins. You all have very nice yards,” I say, hoping she ends it here.”But, Karen’s yard is so … plain. Don’t you think?” she continues.Oh, no. I make a bold decision and decide to close her mouth the only way I know how. I pull her into me and kiss her lips, rubbing my hands up and down her body. “Mmmmm, Chase. You want me, don’t you? Say it,” she commands.”I want you, Mrs. Jenkins,” I reply. And she leads me by the hand into the house. Problem solved. Feeding me fresh-baked cookies is how it always starts. She sits me on the couch in the living room, and straddles me, feeding me warm, baked cookies. And her cookies are delicious. Her fingers always linger inside my mouth as she feeds me, while her pussy grinds against the rock-hard cock raging in my shorts. My hands go straight to her enormous tits and rub her hard nipples.