Being His First MILF

Being His First MILF: Teasing Liam

Hello, naughty ones. There’s something so hot about craving what you know you shouldn’t touch or want, especially when it’s a BFF’s son. And for the record, I’ve known Liam since he was a kid. He used to tag along when his mom came over to visit while my girls played in the yard. He was a sweet, polite boy—always addressing me as “Ms. Alyssa.” But now? Now he’s a tall, handsome young man with an impressive body for his years. And while I know I shouldn’t look, I enjoy watching him mow his mom’s lawn, shirtless.  I noticed his eyes lingered a little too long.  So thoughts of being his first MILF definitely crossed my mind several times.

Thinking About Being his first MILF

He came by a few weeks ago to help me set up some patio furniture. My girls were out with their friends, thank goodness. And my “girls” were on display, thanks to the tank top I was wearing with no bra. I wanted to see if he’d look. And boy, did he! His gaze dropped straight to my tits. Then, they flicked up like he’d been caught stealing. But he wasn’t the only one doing something bad.

My hand brushed his impressively muscular arm. “You’ve filled out nicely, Liam,” I said, letting my voice drop low, letting it mean more. And it did because the idea of being his first MILF was hot AF.

He looked up at me, blushing instantly. “Uh, thanks, Ms. Alyssa.”

That “Ms. Alyssa” did things to me. He was still so polite, even with his eyes glued to my tits like he couldn’t help it.

“You got a girlfriend, Liam?” I asked casually.

He blinked fast. “No. Not… right now.”

“Shame,” I said, stepping closer to him.  He laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

I Was Enjoying Being His First MILF

“I bet you’re a fun time.” My hand drifted down his chest, slow and deliberate, until it brushed over the front of his jeans. He was already getting hard.

Then I knelt in front of him and let my hands slide up his thighs, “Let me see what you’re working with, baby.”

He groaned when I pulled his cock out, wrapped my lips around the head, and sucked it slowly. And when I dragged my tongue along the underside, he grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

“Fuck, Ms. Alyssa!” he gasped.

I took every inch of him in my mouth as my fingers massaged his balls. He was shaking by the time I stood up, pushed my shorts down just enough to expose my wet pussy, and bent over the counter.

He quickly got behind me and slid inside me with a raw, urgent groan, and gripped my hips like a lifeline. I moaned, head back, tits swinging with every desperate thrust. Being his first MILF meant every stroke was messy and frantic–a combination of first-time lust and reckless need.

He came fast, buried deep inside me, but I wasn’t done with him. I shoved him to his knees, pulled his head between my legs, and rode his tongue until I came. He was eager and obedient, pleasuring me with his mouth and cock until we both were spent.

The Perks of Being His First MILF

Since that fateful day, Liam stops by whenever my girls are out. Sometimes he genuinely helps around the house. But more often than not, it’s just so we can fuck like bunnies.

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