If you’re looking for an erotic story about a MILF, I don’t think you can get much better (for free!) than “MILF” by whisky wick over at the Lusty Library, one of my favorite websites in the world. Here’s a tasty tease, so you can see what I mean…

I had been thinking about Lisa day and night. Perhaps it was the nights spent alone in the motel room? Or maybe it was that the warm southern California weather had the women dressing in far more revealing clothes than the girls were wearing at home in Idaho? Either way, I had been feeling the need for some intimate female companionship.

I wrapped up my business and headed home a day early. The trip home was only a three-hour flight but seemed much longer as I anticipated the sex I could be having with my wife in just a few short hours. I hoped that no one would notice as the bulge in my pants would come and go while waiting to board the plane, the entire flight and waiting for my baggage. I arrived at my car by 9:30 P.M. If I hurried she might still be awake.

Lisa and I have been married for eighteen years and at forty-five she is as lovely as ever. She has sandy blond hair down to her shoulders, blue eyes and a body that shows no evidence of having a child twelve years ago. She is 5’7”, one hundred and twenty pounds, with small firm breasts and an ass that you can’t help but want to grab, all held together by her active lifestyle. Her beauty does not go unnoticed.

A while back, while doing some shopping, I was lagging behind while Lisa pushed the shopping cart. There were two boys between us; they must have been about high school age. Every time that she would stop and reach up or bend over to get something off the shelf, the boys would take notice and whisper back and forth, so I got closer to try and hear what they were saying. All that I could make out were several references to the word MILF. Lisa had been oblivious to her admirers but I filled her in on the way home and asked her if she knew of the term MILF. She had never heard the term and neither had I, so when we got home we looked it up on the urban dictionary. “Mom I’d like to fuck,” it said. The fact that she can get men (or boys) so excited just by her looks is a huge turn on for Lisa and myself too, I guess, because we spent the better part of the afternoon making love.

As I drove home from the airport that night I was thinking of how lucky I am to have this gorgeous MILF, and again I could feel my cock growing uncomfortably in my pants. As I pulled up to the driveway I was disappointed to see that all the lights were out. It was not yet ten o’clock. “Lisa never goes to bed this early” I thought. My son’s bicycle was as usual left in the middle of the driveway, so I parked on the road and pushed his bike around to the end of the house. As I left the bike, I noticed that the light was on in our bedroom. I figured that Lisa must have been reading one of her murder mysteries. Feeling a little playful, I decided to sneak around behind the house and bang on the window and scare the crap out of my wife, it would be a good laugh.

I snuck up and peered through the window. I could see that Lisa was not in bed reading as I had figured, but she was up standing naked at her dresser. I had to put my face right against the glass to get a wide-angle view of the room, because the curtains were only open about two inches. When she turned around I first noticed her petite breasts and the hard nipples that protruded from them. I moved my eyes down to see the well-trimmed, thin patch of hair above her sweet pussy. My dick was already growing before I noticed that in her hand were two toys that I am very familiar with. One is a hard plastic cream-colored vibrator about six inches long, and the other a soft rubber skin-colored dildo, the exact shape of an eight-inch cock, with veins and all.

Lisa laid the toys down beside her pillow and pulled the comforter and other bedding down to the foot of the bed. As she climbed into bed my mind was racing. Though Lisa and I know of each other’s occasional masturbating (mine more than occasional), it was not something that we had ever done in front of each other. I had brought up the idea, but to Lisa this was a very private thing. I had fantasized about her masturbating many times, and it was often the subject of my masturbation fantasies. Now as I was about to see what I had been dreaming about, I briefly thought about going in and not invading her privacy; after all, it would be guaranteed sex, and I needed that in a bad way. However, curiosity prevailed and I reached into the front of my jeans to adjust my now throbbing cock and settle in for the show.

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