Return to the MILF – by SBarak1

Return to the MILF – by SBarak1
Return to the MILF – a story by SBarak1

This is the 2nd story in my MILF series. Although this story can be read ‘stand-alone’, it will make more sense if read after my story ‘My First MILF’. Just remember this is fantasy.

After a memorable evening at Bev’s a few years ago, as relayed in the story my story “My First MILF.” I returned a few days later, at the time, to her house to fulfil my promise to give Bev a spare portable hard drive so she could free up some space on her laptop PC. I knew our next meeting would be very revealing.

I had phoned Bev to arrange a time. She was very casual about it all and said to drop around late morning and she would make me lunch. As my last IT assignment had finished I was taking a week off before my next job. I needed to speak to Bev about what happened between us last week. Although Bev had explained a lot I still had questions. I knew that Bev was going to become an important part of my life along with her daughter Jenny. I just didn’t know why or how or when for that matter.

I turned up at Bev’s townhouse at about 11am and knocked on the door. No response. Might as well just go around the back I thought. She’s probably soaking up some sun beside the pool. I found the side entrance and let myself through the gate. As I rounded the corner of the house to the pool area I called out “G’day Bev. It’s only me, Alan.” Sure enough there was Bev, reclining in a sun lounge reading and completely naked. She got up and walked over to me. “Alan, come here, how are you? Give me a big kiss,” she said. We hugged and kissed. Bev can kiss exceptionally well I thought as we broke our embrace. And there was something else. I thought she smelled really good. It was hard to put my finger on why. Bev noticed the hard drive in my hand. “Come inside and put that down on the kitchen bench. You can show me how it works later,” she said. “How about a cold drink? I could do with one myself,” she went on. “Sounds great,” I said. She got some glasses from a cupboard and then went to the fridge. As she made the drinks I stood back a bit and admired her body. Given that she was in her late forties, I thought she looked fantastic. She was very attractive and stood about 5’8” in her bare feet. She had longish wavy brown hair tied back in a big lose ponytail. She had magnificent huge breasts and a matching ass. Her breasts were around the 50FF mark with small dark areola and large fat nipples that pointed straight out. She had an all over deep honey brown coloured tan which looked to be the result of many many hours invested in a careful skin care regime. There was not one hint of a tan line to be seen. There was a bit of a belly and a very neatly trimmed little bush. As I looked more closely I could see her skin was flawless.”

“Here you are,” said Bev handing me a tall acrylic glass of cold sparkling mineral water with lemon juice ice cubes in it. “Let’s head back to the pool and get in the water. It’s really starting to warm up,” she continued, as we walked out to the pool. “Just strip off and join me in the water. Bring your drink,” Bev instructed. She walked across the patio and down the steps into the shallow end of her pool. I stopped at the table, quickly stripped down to my jockey shorts and was about to pick up my glass and head for the pool when Bev said, “No you don’t! No one gets in my pool unless they are naked.” I removed my jocks and walked into the pool with my drink. “Hmmmm, nice,” said Bev. “Alan, you have a great bod now I can see you in all your glory in the daylight. From now on, whenever you are here at my house, and I am naked, I want you to be naked with me,” she said. I waded over to her. She reached down and stroked my cock as I gave her another long lingering kiss. “You smell amazing”, I said. “What are you wearing?” I asked. “That’s just the thing,” said Bev, as she guided me to the stairs in the shallow end of the pool and we sat down, half floating and half sitting. “Now that we are comfortable we need to have a long chat,” she continued.

Bev started talking. “As you know we seem to have particular genetic traits that when combined, when we are making love, produce explosive results. There are also things that go with this that enable us to locate compatible partners. For example, the way I smell to you. As an experiment I used no shampoo, body lotions or perfumes this morning when I had my shower just a very plain non-scented soap. I did this to see if you picked up on my particular body scent. You see compatible males can detect this others can’t. The scent makes you interested to find out more about me just as you have a particularly attractive scent I can detect.” “I have?”, I asked. “You sure do,” Bev went on. “I picked it up the moment you can into the house last week. I’m not sure to what degree various people pick up on our scents or pheromones, to give it the correct name. Tell me, do you find yourself having sex with women in unusual circumstances? Bev asked. Before I could reply she went on. “Perhaps we can talk about that later. What we need to do is consider the implications of what we have got and how it affects my daughter Jenny.” “OK,” I said. “How do we go about that?” I asked. “Well,” said Bev, as she went on. “Let’s cut to the chase. Firstly, now that the effects have worn off from our last encounter, what do you think about me now?” she asked. I was a little taken aback by Bev’s forthright question. I replied, “Considering I find myself sitting naked in the pool of a sun goddess who smells delicious I think you are very attractive.” “Thank you,” said Bev. “However at the risk of seeming pushy I need to know more about what you think and feel? Then I will tell you my side.” she asked. Wow I thought, time to put my cards on the table. I had never met such a direct person in this way. I tried to put into words what had been swirling around in my head. “After the events of the evening last week I thought a lot about you and what happened. Particularly about you: I find I am attracted to you in several ways. You have a particular mature way or style about you I find intriguing. You appear to be very comfortable in your own skin. I think you are generous and kind. You are a great kisser and you have a gorgeous body. I would like to get to know you more. How’s that for a start?” Bev replied, “It appears you have rationalized your thoughts about me and you are thinking with your primary brain,” she said with a grin. “Thank you, I appreciate the compliments. I find you very attractive on a number of levels as well. You appear considerate and kind. I feel really good when you hold me. Besides you have a smoking hot cock!” she said with a big grin. “We are going to get on like a house on fire,” Bev said.

I raised my glass in acknowledgement with Bev. We clinked glasses and kissed again. This was the beginning of a beautiful relationship I thought. I was under no misapprehension this was about love. Not at this stage anyway. We had something connecting us and a lot to discover. Bev was thinking the same. “So let’s be mature about this”, she said and went on. “You have a life and so do I. We are separated by almost 10 years in age. Sure I want to spend time with you but we aren’t young k**s in lust. Let’s take our time and enjoy each other.” “OK”, I replied. “Your assessment cuts to the core succinctly. And I agree we both have our lives to lead. But I think we are going to have a lot of fun together,” I said. “No doubt about the fun part,” said Bev, as we both stared out over the end of the pool at the view of the distant hills.

After a while Bev said, “You better be careful you don’t get sunburnt out here. Let’s get out of the pool and I will sort you out.” We stepped out of the pool and Bev handed me a towel to dry off. She then grabbed a bottle of sun screen and proceeded to coat me with it from my face to my feet. She was surprisingly quick about the way she did it. “Come with me and we will make some lunch,” Bev said. I followed her into the kitchen admiring her full hips and rounded ass. “I’ll knock up some sandwiches and you can make another round of those drinks. It wasn’t long before we were both siting at the outdoor table under a large umbrella eating lunch. I asked Bev about her beauty therapy experience and so we chatted about that. The conversation moved on to sex and I started to discover that there was a lot more to Bev than I realised. The signs were all there from the other night. It became apparent she was highly sexual and very aware of her body. She clearly loved sex, having sex and talking about it. I noted that for her ‘sex’ was a much bigger thing than just fucking. It was a whole mind and body approach. Often during the conversation I thought about her deceased husband Norm and how lucky he was to have found Bev and the sex they must have had. We finished lunch and went back to the kitchen and cleaned up.

“How about I show you how the external drive works?” I asked Bev. “Sounds like an excellent idea,” Bev said, as she smiled at me and headed off to the study with me following. I connected the hard drive to the laptop and started it. Bev logged on and motioned for me to sit down. I showed Bev how easy it was to move and copy files. As I was doing this I noticed an icon at the bottom of the screen indicating she had a video open. I moved a small block of files to the hard drive. When finished I said, “Hey Bev, what’s this,” as I clicked on the video icon with a cheeky grin. “I was wondering when you were going to open that,” said Bev with a big grin. “I just downloaded it this morning. It’s my new favourite clip”. The video started. It was two very busty women being serviced by a black guy with a huge cock. He was on his back with one woman straddling his face. The other was sitting on his cock taking a powerful pounding. With the video running Bev swiveled the chair towards her and climbed on my lap facing me. “No point in wasting a good show”, Bev said as she ground her pussy against my hardening cock. I reached down and stuffed one of her hardening fat nipples in my mouth. “Hmmmm. I love it when you suck my nipples,” Bev said. The clip played on as my cock continued to harden and I took turns sucking Bev’s engorged nipples. Bev was exploring my tonsils with her tongue, hands holding my face, when the video ended. “Time to continue this in my bed young man,” she said, with a huge grin on her face. “I want to feel that cock in me,” she went on. She stood up, took my hand and led me to her bedroom. I lay on the bed and she straddled me. She was slowly sliding her wet pussy up and down my very hard cock. I looked at her and said, “We need to be careful. I’m not sure my cock is fully recovered from last time.” “It’s OK. I can control myself,” said Bev. “I won’t cum with you inside me,” she went on. “I have another way,” she said as she kissed me.

I slid all of my 9 inches easily into Bev’s awaiting pussy. God she felt good. She slowly started to ride me. I leaned up and sucked her nipples. As she rode me I could feel her internal muscles flexing. This wasn’t a reaction, she was controlling them. I looked up, her eyes were closed. The look on her face was one of pure pleasure. As Bev continued to ride my rock hard cock her huge breasts slapped against her torso. I continued to feel different sensations as she flexed her internal muscles. At one stage she started making a low hum and as she went on she would change pitch, first up then down, almost if she was searching for a sound. Unusual, I thought. My hands were now on Bev’s hips as she continued to ride me. We had been like this for a good half hour. I was really in the moment, listening to Bev’s low humming, when all of a sudden her eyes snapped open and she said “Now!” With that she pushed down hard on my cock and stopped rocking. I felt her muscles almost stroke me and with that, I suddenly came. It startled me. There was no warning. My cock just erupted and filled Bev with my cum. It was the most delicious feeling. I came in waves all the while feeling Bev’s muscles rippling up and down my cock. I let out a loud grunt as I came. “Hmmmmmm, very nice,” said Bev as she squirmed on my cock. “What just happened?” I asked. “You just had a beautiful orgasm silly,” she replied. “But the muscle control and the humming…,” I started to ask. “Don’t worry about that. I will explain everything in time. Just enjoy me,” Bev said. And enjoy her I did. I lay there with her still sitting on top of me feeling very satisfied. Bev leant over grabbed a handful of tissues and rolled off me. She went into her ensuite bathroom and returned a minute later.

Bev lay down beside me and stroked my chest. “You are feeling so good, I can tell,” she said. She was right, I was floating. However my brain was starting re-engage. I was becoming very aware of the need to satisfy Bev. She placed something on my chest. “I want you to simply fuck me with this dildo,” Bev said as I looked down to see a 9” dildo, with a very similar profile to my cock, in the middle of my chest. “It won’t take long, I’m very ready. Just don’t remove the dildo until I say you can,” she continued. With that Bev rolled over, spread her legs and I positioned myself with one arm under her neck and the dildo in my other hand. Bev moved one of her large breasts to get comfortable. The dildo slide into her easily as I slowly moved it in and out of her. “Harder and faster,” said Bev, as she held a nipple and squeezed it. She was right, it didn’t take long. I felt her twitch then she bent her knees and drew her legs up wedging my arm between her thighs. “CUMMMMMING”, she groaned and relaxed. I felt her twitch a few times as I lay against her. “Needed that.” Bev said, as she lowered her legs. “Ready?” she asked. Bev lent over, and grabbed some more tissues. “Let me do this,” she said as she replaced my hand with hers and drew the dildo out. “I’ll just get cleaned up,” said Bev as she moved to get off the bed. She stopped. “I wonder?” she said. She touched the wet dildo with her fore-finger then reached down and drew a line down my semi rigid cock with the wet tip of her finger. I looked down and watched. Bev got off the bed and went into the ensuite. I heard a tap running. Then she was back in bed lying next to me. I was lying there with my eyes closed thinking about fucking Bev. “Unbelievable,” she exclaimed. “I never realised how potent I am. Look at your cock!” she exclaimed. I looked down to see my cock, now very hard, the head turning a shade of purple, and I was still getting harder. “Hang on a minute. I’ll be right back,” she said. Bev quickly returned with a blue bottle and started to massage lotion from it into my still hardening cock. “Before anything. Tell me what you have been feeling after I ran my finger down your cock,” Bev asked. “OK. I didn’t really feel anything except your initial touch on my cock. You went into the bathroom and I closed my eyes. I’m not sure why I closed my eyes. It was like a bit of a day dream. A very vivid day dream. I was thinking of fucking you. We were in the missionary position. It was urgent, hard. And then I opened my eyes to see this,” I said pointing at my cock. “I also have an urge to fuck you. Nowhere near as powerful as last time,” I went on. “Amazing,” said Bev. “Every time I learn something more about this phenomenon,” she continued as she massaged the lotion into my very hard cock.

We lay together for a while cuddling. Bev sat up. “How about a swim? The cold water will help,” she said. With that we both got out of bed and went to the pool. We splashed around a bit and then I swam 10 lengths. We were sitting beside each other on the steps in the shallow end. I was marveling at the way Bev’s large breasts were floating in front of her. “We need to help Jenny,” she said in a contemplative way. “Thinking the same,” I said. “I’m inviting both of you to my beach house for a weekend. Let me know the best date when you have spoken to Jenny.”

To be continued.

Dear Reader, These stories are all my own work. I draw from real life experience, stories I have heard and my vivid imagination. If you like what you read please let me know. For those of you interested I am open to your suggestions. If you want to become part of the narrative, let me know.