Abigail the Milf

You cross the shop to approach the mature lady in the long voluminous skirt.

"Hi, please don't be offended or upset by anything I say or do", you say and sit down beside her so close that your hips are touching.

"I don't think you could offend me - you're so polite", she said with a charming smile.

To test out that assertion you slip your hand under the table and clutch her upper thigh through the folds of her skirt.

She turned and smiled sweetly and offered her hand, "I'm Abigail Treherne".

"Nice to met you Abigail". you release her thigh and shake the proferred hand. "Are you expecting company?"

"No, and it's so nice of you to join me. I've not had much company for quite some time actually".

"Oh. That's a shame", you say sympathetically. "And you're quite a tidy old milf too".

"Very kind of you to say so, but my ex-husband had other ideas and left some time ago, and my daughter hardly ever visits either".

As per your polite request, Abigail is unoffended by anything you say or do.

"That's shit! So you've not been getting much cock recently then?"

"Sadly no, not for almost three years now.", she laughed abruptly, "Why am I telling you this? I am so sorry."

"Please don't worry about it. I'm quite charming and I'm easy to talk to I've been told. I bet if we talk much longer you'll be wanting my cock in your pussy before we leave".

Abigail rocked with laughter as if you had cracked a tremendous joke. "As if you would want to be with me... my, I mean,... at your age" she sounded flustered.

You're distracted by the girl in the orange dress getting up to leave. You can't have that. "Excuse me,", you call after her. She turns to glance at you in surprise, "Could you please wait and have another cup of coffee until I get a chance to come over and talk to you?"

"Uh sure, I guess I could use another cup", she said and lowered her head before turning and heading back to her window seat.

You return your attention to the Milf beside you. "So Abigail, you were saying you felt unwanted and ignored..."

"I don't know if I said that exactly,"

"And that your pussy was starting to dry up through lack of use, and how you're really **** for some good hard cock".

"No," she laughed, "wait a minute".

"Well I don't believe it," you say getting up and undoing the belt on your pants "Everyone," you yell, "please accept anything that goes on here is acceptable behavior for a coffee shop".

A moment later your erection is pointing straight at Abigail's face. "Oh my! I didn't realize", she starts.

"Lift up your skirt and let's get to work honey".

The mature woman quickly and excitedly gathered her skirts up in huge bunches in her arms while you pull her white panties aside then pull her down on you as you sit down so that she sits on top of you with your cock sliding straight inside her. Your lower half is immediately engulfed in her skirt. Luckily everything is in place and Abigail starts raising and lowering herself on your pole.

You recline beside her purse as Abigail does all the work then pick her phone from her purse. "Abigail, please tell me the pin number for your phone."

"Uh. uh. 071202. uh. Sophie's birthday".

"18, huh?", you keyed it in and enjoyed the older woman's work while you flicked through her contacts until you came to her daughter.

You glance around the shop while it rings. No-one seemed to be giving any attention to Mrs Treherne pogoing on your cock. Admittedly it was well covered by her huge skirt, so no actual penetration was visible, but it was bloody obvious what was happening. The only person appearing to notice at all was the girl in the orange dress who glanced furtively at you, with what, longing? were you imagining that?

The phone was answered, "Hello?"

"Hi Sophie. Please don't hang up. I need to speak to you, and oh, I'm currently fucking your mom."

"Hi Sweetie!" called Abigail.

"Mom?" called the voice on the phone, "What's going on?"

"You can speak to her later Sophie. In fact, please make sure you call her once a week. Please spend quality time with her at least once a month.

"Uh, ok. I guess I really ought to", she says guiltily.

"And please be nice to her. She's a lovely old lady." I add.

"I will. You're right. She is!"

"Umm." you think. 18 huh? "Please be honest. If you were to rate yourself out of ten for attractiveness, what would it be?"

"Uh. I guess I'm pretty hot. Maybe a 9?"

Great, she sounds modest too. Figures, with her mom's genes at 18, yeah she would be on fire. Maybe better than 9? "Ok. please come round to mine at 11pm. Bring some take-out and uh, wear something really slutty." you give her your address and return your attention to her mom as you hang up. The old woman is bouncing up and down on you like you're a trampoline. You sit up and embrace her from behind holding onto her tits for leverage and thrust hard into her from underneath, moving from a passive to an active role. Abigail responds with shrieks of enthusiasm. Her legs bouncing knocks the table over and her coffee goes flying. the barista comes over and rights the table and clears the cup away but doesn't seem to notice the mature woman in mid-orgasm. You finally slam hard into her over and over again then release and cum deep inside, pushing your way as far inside her as you can go with your final thrusts, gripping her tits tightly as you release tension below. Abigail squeals in passion with her eyes clenched shut.

Eventually, you let her get off you and stand up to tuck your dick away. only the girl in the orange dress seems to have noticed anything but as you look up to meet her gaze with your dick still coated in Mrs Treherne's juices, she blushes and turns away, still looking somehow sad.