Milf in Texas schools sons best friend

Milf in Texas schools sons best friend

I always use the back gate when going to hang with my buddy Darryl. For the one thing, his bedroom is in the basement, so way easier to go in the back door and down the stairs (and when you are carrying a shitload of weed to smoke, back stairs are always best!).  More importantly though, I don’t have to see Darryl’s mom, Savannah. Not that I don’t want to see her, exactly — she is just the fucking hottest MILF in Texas, and I don’t want her to see the raging hard-on I get every time I get within 10 feet of her tight ass, sweet tits, and perfect cock-sucking lips. I swear she will be able to take one look at my face (and the bulge in my jeans) and know how many fucking hours I have spent jerking my cock to thoughts of those lips on my shaft. No way I am taking that chance. Darryl and I have been friends since grade school, and the fact that I want to bang his mom is just too weird, even for me.

So I was not prepared a couple of nights ago to find Savannah sitting in the hot tub as I came quietly through the back gate. “Darryl’s out,” was all she said, as I stood there like a total fucking idiot. “He won’t be back til almost midnight.”  I must have looked like an asshole, standing there gawking at her as she twirled her wine glass, wearing a baby blue bikini that barely covered her nipples, as the water bubbled around her. The next words from those lips almost blew my mind.  “Why don’t you join me?” she asked. “You look like you’ve had a hard day.”

I walked towards the hot tub like a fucking zombie, I swear, and put my boot on the first step to climb in. “Hang on, silly” she laughed. “No boots allowed. Or shirts or jeans, for that matter.”  I couldn’t believe my fucking ears, but acting as cool as I could, reached down to slip off my boots. Her eyes were fixed on me like a wolf on a lamb as I lifted my t-shirt over my head. Reaching for my belt, I knew I already had a large problem on my hands — once the jeans dropped, my boxers would never had a chance against the pounding hard-on that had already leapt to attention. Little head always knows best, I guess.

No guts no glory, as my grandpa would say, so off slipped the jeans. I swear I saw Savannah’s eyes sparkle as she looked me up and down, my cock thick and hard and already clearly visible.  “That’s better,” she purred. “Climb on in.”

The warm water caressed my balls and throbbing shaft as this MILF teased me with small talk about college, work, football, all the while sitting across the tub, sipping her wine and stretching her legs out. Long, toned fucking legs. My cock throbbed. The chatter was fucking torture, but was nothing compared to what I felt in my balls when, very casually, Savannah reached behind and untied her bikini top, letting it float off into the sea of bubbles surrounding her. It was a fucking wet dream cum true, and my eyes were suddenly locked on the most amazing nipples I had ever seen, and her tits were unbelievable. Honestly, I could have jerked my cock right then, but was totally mesmerized by the most amazing rack I had ever seen.

Savannah smiled, and very slowly slide around the tub until she was right beside me. Her eyes flashed, my cock ached, and her fingers danced slowly under the bubbles, teasing the waistband of my boxers. “Take them off,” she ordered firmly. It was all I could do to get them off without making a complete idiot of myself. But the struggle was so worth it, as Savannah immediately went to work with her fingertips on my throbbing rod. Running her perfectly manicured nails up and down my shaft, she redefined a hand job for me forever. Tightening and loosening her grip perfectly, she stroke long then short, hard then soft, faster then slower, until I was ready to pop my full load into the bubbling water. At exactly the right moment, she released slightly, bringing me back from the edge, only to start the entire fucking teasing game again.

At one point, I know I reached out to touch her, but the look in her eye sent a very clear message: she was in total control right now. Anything I might do would not be received kindly. So I leaned back, and tried not to cum.

As if this entire moment was not totally unbelievable enough, Savannah had one more surprise left that night. After an eternity of the best hand job imaginable, she suddenly let go of my throbbing cock, and moved to the center of the tub. What happened next I will never forget: as though in one motion she stood up, slipped out of the bikini bottoms, and leaned over to grab the edge of the tub. One word sent my already hard cock into high-and-hard gear: “Now,” was all she said.

By this time I needed barely any invitation. Stumbling to my feet, I almost slipped but regained my balance quickly. She spread her legs slightly, inviting me. Her pussy was wet and open, and took my full thickness easily. Savannah moaned lightly, and I plowed my cock as deep as it could go with my first thrust. Fuck foreplay. She bucked back against me, her ass slapping loudly against my balls, and we were off. Her fingers held the edge of the tub tightly, as I pounded this amazing MILF pussy with all this Texas boy had to offer, and Savannah loved it. She moaned, she bucked, she slammed back onto my shaft, she spread her legs so wide I thought my pounding would split this MILF in half. Letting one hand go, she reached back and started fingering her swollen clit, fast then slow again. I slammed her, lifted her ass and fucked my Darryl’s mom hard that night. I swear I heard her mumble something about “young meat” and “pounding,” but who the fuck knows. And who the fuck cares.  I rode that tight pussy for as long as I could before I couldn’t hold back any more. My cum load fired off deep inside her, and I thrust like a rocket-booster with each wave of sweet white juice filling her pussy. Savannah shuddered as I slipped out, and fell back into the water.

Without a hesitation, Savannah turned, leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. Stretching her long legs as she stepped out of the tub and headed back into the house, a towel wrapped around her now, she said, just loud enough for me to hear: “Lock the gate on your way out, ok?” I did lock the gate, of course, but wonder to this day if she misses the bikini bottom that I took as a souvenir from this MILF.

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