Neighborhood Milfs

"8..9...10!" I said. And then I dropped the weights to the ground.

"Woh check out Mrs. Jones," Tommy said wide eyed. I turned around to see our math teacher Mrs. Jones stepping onto the treadmill. She turned it on and started running. Her short dark hair was spiked up, her large breasts were bouncing up and down struggling to get out of her top and her ass jiggled a little in her spandex as she ran.

I'd give anything to see what's underneath that gym outfit. I thought.

"What a milf!" exclaimed Tommy.

"Man I want to hook up with a milf so bad," I replied to Tommy.

"Never been a better time than now Chris. Ha ha too bad it's never gonna happen," Tommy said back to me.

"You never know, I could get lucky," I shot back. However he had a point. I was not super special. I wasn't a big athlete and I didn't have straight A's. I was just a normal kid. About 5'10 blonde haired and blue eyed, I went to the gym enough that I looked good with my shirt off with six distinguishable abs.

I got decent grades and I was pretty good with the ladies, but that was girls my own age, not older women. The couple of girls that had seen my nine inch cock loved it, but would it be enough for someone with so much experience? I thought about it as Tommy and I finished our workout and I kept stealing glances over at Mrs. Jones' sweat running down her neck onto her perfect melons.

That sweat makes those big titts look perfectly lubed up for sticking my dick in between them and titty fucking. I thought to myself. We finish up and head home.

The next day we had a little get together of relatives and family friends for my birthday. I had just blown the candles out and people were starting to visit when I heard the doorbell ring.