MILF Master

It was my 18th birthday. I was in my dorm at State. My roommate and best friend Mike was fast asleep. It was the third week of my college career. I was a math major, taking fifteen hours of class and working part time in the evenings as a bus boy at a nice cafe within walking distance of campus.

I got up and reached down and shifted my morning wood. I was having an erotic fantasy about fucking the dean of the college math department over her desk in her office. She was in her mid-forties, a few pounds overweight and dressed like a librarian, but I found her very attractive. Ever since I became sexually aware, I had had a thing for mature women. While boys my age fantasized about the girls in their classes, I fantasized about their moms!

I got out of bed and stretched. I opened my eyes and noticed my room was bathed in a soft purple light. I looked at Mike. He was not moving. Also, there was no sound. No footsteps in the hall, no whir of the air conditioner, no birds outside, nothing.

"Hello, young chap!" came a voice.

I spun around and saw the most bizarre thing I had ever seen. I saw what appeared to be a ghost: a translucent being who looked like a ancient Greek. It was a man in a toga and laurel wreath crown. He had black hair and green eyes, and the really weird thing was he was only about three foot tall, but did not look like a dwarf, but just a miniature person.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I'm here to grant you your wildest fantasies, lad!" he said with a big, mischievous grin.