Milf Ass

I watch the scene with a combination of surprise and relief. My mother, who I'd just had my way with a few minutes ago, is happily conversing with her husband and her new friend. Jake notices my lingering gaze on my mother and nudges me gently, "You're gonna miss her?" He asks, seeming genuinely concerned.

"Yeah," I mutter.

Outsids of the restaurant, everyone stands around conversing. My mother and father laugh on with Ms. Hill, as they joke and gossip about god-knows-what. I contemplate starting a conversation with Jake, but he's already glued on to his phone, playing one of his many games.

Well, it's getting pretty late. I think I'm ready to hit the sack. Honey?" my father eventually says as he looks to his wife for approval.

"Yeah, Robert's right. The hotel's not far from here, so I think we'll just head there now," she replies.

Ms. Hill turns to her son and gives him a tear-filled goodbye. "Well, I guess this is it. I've got a long drive ahead of me so I can go to work tomorrow." She wipes the tears away and then reaches over to give me a hug as well. "Be careful, okay?" she says to the both of you.

My mother and father begins their journey back to the hotel, Ms. Hill starts walking back to the dorms with her son, leaving me alone in the middle of the city I now call home.

Thinking quick, I can probably catch up to my parents if I wish to spend the night in the hotel. Although, I should probably leave my mother alone for the mean time, just to truly figure if the effects of the purple light always linger, or will dissipate over time.

That leaves just one sensible choice – wandering this mysterious city. I wave my parents goodbye, then turn back. With Jake heading back to the dorm, this would be the perfect time to call Monica and see what she wants to do. Unfortunately, she doesn't pick up her phone. Instead, I receive a text a few minutes later informing me that her roommate finally showed up and started moving in. I ask if they need help, but she insists she'll just hang out with me tomorrow.

Without any clear direction of where to go next, I just wander around for a bit, taking in the sights. It's then that I come across a rather seedy looking bar, the kind that looks they wouldn't card. I push open the door and step inside the bar. A few heads turn to glance at me, but nobody pays me any other attention. Patrons of all kinds and shape drink aimlessly, none look happier than the last. There is a depressing atmosphere in the cold, dim establishment. As if they all know they are drinking their lives away, but are too far down the line to quit.

Though I try to ignore everyone, I stumble across a few familiar faces, two in particular. Mrs. Wilson and Lydia.

Mrs. Wilson is too deep into her drink to notice me sitting just a few chairs besides her, but I make a mental note to have some fun sith her before I leave.

I also notice Lydia sitting in the back, casually sipping a drink that seems too alcoholic for someone her age. Her eyes locks with mine for a second, and I can tell she knows I'm not old enough to drink. Although I have no plans to drinking anything alcholic, the sight of a freshman in a bar is still suspicious. Surprisingly, her expression makes it clear she won't rat me out. In fact, it seems like she wants my company.

A true dilemma. The milf or the young, attractive vixen. I eye the two women with desperation in my eyes. My cock twitches against the confines of my pants, demanding me to pick someone, quick.

Ultimately, I decide on Mrs. Wilson. I casually approach Mrs. Wilson from behind and tap her on the shoulder. I expect her to immediately look over at me with glee, but instead she just keeps staring at her half-finished drink. Feeling the intense, jealous gazes of the men in the bar, I tap her once again, hoping to get a reaction.

Eventually, her head sluggishly moves in my direction. I can make out some drool dripping out of the corner of her mouth. It's clear that she's absolutely wasted.

"John? What're — hic — what're you doin' here? Monica send you to pick me up?" Her head wobbles from side to side as if she doesn't know which of eight versions of me is the real one.

"Monica didn't send me, she actually said she didn't want to hang out tonight. Apparently her —"

"— Her roommate! Don't get me started," she shouts, almost falling off the barstool. I quickly put your hands up to catch her, but she stabilizes herself. "I'm alright, I'm alright. Just got a little worked up, that's all." She giggles to herself and adjusts her hair before focusing completely on me. "So, if Monica doesn't want to spend time with us, that doesn't mean we can't spend time with each other, right?"

Before I can reply to her, I feel the presence of three lights nearby. I easily spot them in the middle of the bar and realize that things could get pretty interesting now. Three are three lights, something of a pattern. The green and brown lights glows brightly and confidently, but I doubt I have the strength to utilize them now. Luckily, the purple light is far smaller and more timid. I can feel my fatigue rising, almost reaching its peak, as I absorb the purple orb.

Once the light's gone, I hear Mrs. Wilson's voice start playing in my head, as if she was openly speaking.

Who duz that BITCH think she is anyway?

Took the best years of muh life. Make her give 'em back.

Tried to turn my man against me... I'll turn hers against her too.

Suddenly, Mrs. Wilson drops forward and lands in my arms. "I think I've had one too — one too many drinks for tonight. Care to take me home?" she asks.

And to bed.

She licks her lips as she stands there waiting for your response.

As her hands delicately wander around my body, the responsible thing would be to take her back to her hotel room. Then I can decide what I really want to do from there.

The fact that the responsible thing also happens to involve ogling her jiggling tits and ass as we walk down the street is a complete coincidence.

The walk back to Mrs. Wilson's hotel room is filled with sexual tension. When I reach her door, she starts fumbling with the keycard, giving me time to think about the situation and decide whether or not I really want to commit to this.

It's one thing to have fun with the lights, but this is Mrs. Wilson free from any (non-alcoholic) influence. If I have sexual relations with Monica's mom in this context, it could have serious consequences on the relationship between me and my best friend.

As soon as she collapses on the bed, she throws out all pretense and demands to see my cock. Mrs. Wilson tries to sound authoritative, but she's too drunk to be truly commanding. It's up to me how I want to take her... or if I even want to.

I grin and push down any rational thoughts. The bitch is begging for a pounding, and who am I to disobey. With my cock in hand, I approach my best-friend's mom and wave it in front of her face expectantly.

"Such a gentleman," she teases. Her fingers walk from the tip of your manhood down the shaft, until her fingers are delicately caressing your balls. Even from a distance, I can see the growing wetness on her panties.

The temptation's too much and, without much ceremony, I push the back of her head forward, causing her to start sucking on my erect member.

She gags a couple of times as she readjusts herself, but she's a pro. She moans into my cock while slowly traveling along its length with her tongue. I reach forward and grab a heaping of her bountiful ass, causing her to wiggle with approval. I pull back and slap her ass roughly, causing her to gasp in surprise.

Before I reach your tipping point though, I pull out. If I am going to break Monica's heart, it better be worth it.

I look at Mrs. Wilson's glistening pussy and develop a primal urge to mount her. As I step forward though, cock in hand, she abruptly stops me.

"Wait, John. Use this," she says as she tosses me a condom. There's something about the condom in my hand that gives you mixed emotions. I don't really want to risk impregnating your best friend's mom, do I? On the other hand, her pussy does look very inviting, and it might be nice to have a backup plan in case I stop hanging out with Monica.

I toss the condoms away and roughly slap Mrs. Wilson's inner thigh and tell her to lsin around, putting her ass on full display. I originally played on having her ride me, but I can't risk her realizing that you never put the condom on. I'm just too horny and too obsessed with filling her up with my seed right now to worry about silly things like child support payments and custody hearings.

Too drunk to pick up on my ruse, Mrs. Wilson gladly spins around and wiggles her ass for me, ensuring that I'm horny enough to stick with your plan. I grip her hips tightly as my cock effortlessly slides into her warm and wet hole.

We groan together as her plump pussy completely engulfs my cock. I can feel little rhodes of electricity bouncing around, basically giving me goosebumps. Mrs. Wilson feels the same and begs for me to start moving. I oblige, thrusting my hips forward and fucking her vigorously.

I lean forward and slap her ass periodically, only to spice up the moment of passion and indescribable pleasure. I watch, enticed, as her large ass jiggle with each hard thrust. Sometimes, I reach forward to grope one of her massive breasts, teasing her pink nipples as I **** her with different fronts of stimulation.

More times than not, I lean forward and whisper in her ear, reminding her of how terrible of a mother she is, for having sex with her daughter's friend and someone she knew as a child. Hearing the perversions makes her vagina tighen around my cock live a vice. She's getting off on being ridiculed and reminded of her failures.

I grab hold of her large, child bearing hips and pound the poor woman violently. Her moans echo along the dorm room, no doubt reaching her neighbors. With this pace, it doesn't take long for me to reach my peak. The question is how I plan to proceed.

With my climax nearing, I decide to go for broke and barrel deeper into Mrs. Wilson than I have all night. My arms surround her on both sides and keep her pinned in as I unleash your load. At first she drunkenly savors the feeling, until she realizes the implication of what's happening.

"Wait, why is there —" Before she can finish talking, I cover her mouth and continue aggressively pumping into her. I enjoy her ass bouncing off of my pelvis as I finish unloading my babymaking seed directly into her hungry womb.

The room is filled with the sounds of my slick cock pumping in and out of my best friend's mom. Once I'm finally done, I roughly knead at her tits and kiss her neck. There's a look of sober horror on her face, as she realizes the consequences of what she just did with her daughter's friend.

"You — I — We —" she speaks in a daze, unsure of the right words to truly capture her feelings.

I decide to do the hard work for her. "You got exactly what you wanted... and so did I. If you want to act like a whore and embarrass your daughter, then this is the kind of thing that'll happen. It comes with the territory."

I climb into bed next to her and lay down, cupping a generous heaping of her breasts in my hand. She continues to lay upright in bed, still reeling from the discovery of what we just did.

"Just remember, Sara: We. Don't. Tell. Monica," I say, giving her tit one last hard squeeze to accentuate my point. Mrs. Wilson doesn't say anything and only anxiously nods after I repeat yourself. I'm confident she won't do anything. She's in too deep now.

She's not sure if she made the right decision in bringing me here tonight, but she'll have more time to think about that tomorrow. For now, the only thing left to do is for the both of us to go to sleep.