A Sexy Neighborhood MILF: I Guess I Am a MILF Now

I’ve just turned 30, and apparently that’s the age that makes me a sexy neighborhood milf.

Honestly, I wouldn’t call myself a sexy neighborhood milf. However, my younger, sexy new neighbor, Tyler, calls me that, especially when he’s hitting on me.

“Evening, Mrs. Manning,” he says, stopping by my front porch on his evening run. He’s in a t-shirt and running shorts. I try not to look, but his body is fine. And he smiles as he catches me doing so.

“No ‘Mrs’,” I tell him. “I’m Elise.”

“No, M’am,” he shakes his head. “A sexy neighborhood milf like you has to be referred to as ‘Mrs’.” He lifts up his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. He’s also clearly trying to show off to me.

Again, I don’t think I qualify as a milf. But as Tyler tries to show off to me, it’s hard to say no. Maybe I should embrace my new milf status, especially if I get younger men with higher stamina fucking me.

As a bead of sweat drops down Tyler’s stomach, I lick my lips. He’s very, very tempting. Being a sexy neighborhood milf seems like it’s worth it.

“Alright,” I give in. “Let’s fuck.”

He drops his shirt, eyes wide with surprise. But then he grins, and I lead him into my house. Our clothes fall to the floor as I lock the door behind me.

Tyler lifts me up over his shoulder and walks to my bedroom, throwing me onto the bed.

Honestly, I didn’t think anybody had that kind of strength. But he doesn’t seem out of breath, nor does he lag as he throws me to the bed. I look up at him, noticing how bright his eyes are with excitement. I smile and turn over on the bed, sliding my shorts down my hips.

Behind me, Tyler grunts. His fingers push themselves around my pussy lips, spreading my wetness over my sex. I wonder if I’m the sexy neighborhood milf he wants. I soon get my answer.

Unable to hold back his lust, I hear him grunt again behind me. “Mrs Manning, you’re so sexy,” he growls. Something hard presses against my opening, and I brace myself. With one fluid motion, he slams himself inside. If I weren’t already dripping, I might have been in pain. Instead, my pussy grips around his cock and tries to pull him deeper inside me.

If this means I am now a sexy neighborhood milf, I’d gladly take the categorization for more sex like this.

After a moment, I realize Tyler has forgotten a condom in the haste to fuck me. Rather than being a turn off, my mind goes hazy. My hands grip the bedsheets a little tighter. And in response to this knowledge, my pussy leaks. In fact, I can hear it squelch with every slam. Breed me, I think. Fill me full of cum. That’s what milfs do, right? Get pregnant again and again by sexy neighborhood men?

Tyler leans down, body stilling. Suddenly, I notice his warm breath along my neck, right before he bites down between my neck and my shoulder. As he bites, he empties himself inside me.

The sensation is enough to trigger my own orgasm, and I cum around his cock.

After orgasm, I remind myself that I’m a sexy neighborhood milf now, and get to take a break. So I take a few moments before I try to move off of Tyler. But he keeps me pinned to the bed, hand on the back of my neck and one on my hip.

“Oh no, Mrs. Manning. We’re not done yet.”

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