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I am a bad Mommy, lol. I keep stealing your Halloween candy. I have such a sweet tooth. I like sweet things.
Well that is why I love you so much! You are the sweetest boy.
You can’t be mad at me. I steal your candy, but you steal my panties and bras.
I like sweet tasting things, you like sweet smelling things.
If you don’t want me stealing your candy, maybe you have a wonderful sweet tasty treat for me.
Love,
Mommy Morgan
It started all very innocently. My husband and I had a younger couple from down the street over for dinner. After dessert, I suggested that we play a board game and pulled out Scrabble. He is an English teacher at the local high school, so I expected him to be a formidable opponent.
After two glasses of wine and mid-way through our game, we were all enjoying the competition of the game. He got s-e-x-y with a triple word score. I am not used to losing at Scrabble, but he was kicking my ass. I had an awful mixture of letters. Nothing impressive glaring at me at first, then I saw “hole” already one the board. I took my three simple letters, a-s-s and got a double word score with my naughty word. His wife blushed and the rest of us giggled like kids at the sight of the naughty word.
We finished the first game and decided to play a second game. Our new teacher friend suggested that we play “Adult Dirty Word Scrabble.” Any naughty, sexy word was an automatic double score word. I opened up another bottle of wine and we picked our new tiles.
A debate arose over my husband’s word of “swing.” His wife said it was not a dirty word, so it didn’t qualify for the extra points. I admitted that we were swingers and we “swing” with other couples. The woman didn’t say another word on the issue, but her husband became aroused and curious. I could see it in his eyes. Her husband added “e-r-s” to “swing,” and gave us all this wicked little smile. He grabbed his wife’s hand and squeezed. I knew he was interested.
At the end of the game, along with the normal words, we had the following “naughty words” spelled out on our board: “cum, dick, dildo, boobs, pussy, ass, sex, blow, lick, and fucker,”
After all the tiles were used up and the game was over. (I won the second game), her husband said next time we should play bedroom games instead of board games. I looked at my husband. I knew that he was thinking the same thing I was. He rubbed her thigh and said, why wait to next time.
I gave her a very sexy kiss and undressed her. Our two husbands sat back and stroked their cocks while I pleasured his wife with my tongue. Soon the guys joined in the sexy fun. I watched my husband fuck her while her husband was fucking me.
Turned out to be one very crazy night of board games and bedroom games.
Jackie
Halloween is my favorite Holiday! I grew up watching silly, satirical (not scary) Vampire movies in the 80’s. The movies usually were geared for horny teenagers. There was always a very strong sexual undertone running throughout the movie. A beautiful seductive vampire erotically biting the neck of a young lover, the loss of virginity, and bound together for eternity after one bite to the neck.
This Cougar is all ready for our big neighborhood Halloween Party. No detail left unattended. You, of course, are expected to attend, my young lover. Once the party is underway, I intend to sneak up to my bedroom for our own private celebration.
You will find me to be the hottest, naughtiest vamp! One nibble to your neck, and you are mine forever. You are captivated and find me alluring. You desire me. Every inch of me. Once bitten and we belong to together FOREVER! (Well, maybe not forever, but at least until we both cum)
Love ya’
Samantha
My Mommy is the best Mommy in the whole wide world. They were going to have to cancel the Autumn School Dance because there were not enough parents to chaperone.
My Mommy told the school that she would chaperone and would get enough of the other Mommies to help out as well.
I was very excited to watch Mommy get ready that night. She took a long bath. I watched her do her make-up and her hair. I was supposed to close my eyes, but I watched her pull up her panties, and then she slipped her new dress over her head. I fastened her dress behind her neck. I could smell her perfume.
Mommy looked really pretty in her dress and heels. She was the prettiest lady at the Dance! Mommy somehow looks very different than the other ladies at the dance. Maybe because my Mommy was the only Mommy without a bra.
All my friends are staring at my Mommy. I caught a bunch of guys calling her a MILF and talking about sucking on her big boobies. I got really mad! I ran to find my Mommy. She was dancing with my math teacher.
When the song was over, I ask my Mommy to dance to prevent any of the other boys from asking her. I don’t want any of them touching her or even looking at her boobies. I just want to dance with Mommy, not any of the icky, mean girls from my class.
It is a chilly night and my Mommy’s nipples are sticking out like headlights into her dress. I press my body really close to her, so the boys can’t see her big nips. This really only makes matters worse. Now I have a big stiffy in my pants.
Oh No! What am I going to do? I whisper in my Mommy’s ear that I need her special help. Mommy gives me a kiss and promises to make it all better! I love my Mommy Morgan!
I have been his secretary for a few months now. I hope that my boss has noticed that my skirts have become a little shorter and my heels have gotten higher lately. I linger at his desk a few moments longer than necessary. Every once in a while I give him a glimpse of my very sexy bra under a blouse as I bend over his desk to offer my assistance. I know he stares at my ass as I walk out of his office.
Today, my boss was looking for me. He stopped by my desk while I was at lunch and he saw my computer open to the Victoria Secrets Website. He sits down at my desk. My boss takes a good look at this gorgeous piece of lingerie on the screen. Without any hesitation, he clicks and buys it for me.
I return from lunch. I have a new email on my computer. There is an email from Victoria Secrets confirming an order. I am confused. I didn’t place an order yet. I see there is this beautiful piece of lingerie being sent to me here at the office. I always have purchases sent to my house. I look further and see that my boss ordered this for me. I am very aroused as I sit at my desk. I can’t hold back one second longer.
I walk into his office and lock the door. I unbutton my dress as I walk over to his desk. My dress hits the floor. I sit on the corner of his desk, wearing only my lingerie and heels.
“Thank you for my present,” I whisper softly in his ear.
My boss, “My pleasure, Samantha. I can’t wait to see you in it.”
We kiss passionately. I lie back on his desk. He stands over me and feeds me his cock. He lets out this incredible moan as he feeds his cock into my warm mouth. I run my hands over my own body. I start to slip fingers under my panties.
“Samantha, my darling, I need to be inside of you.”
“Fuck me! Fuck me now!” I cry out, begging for him to satisfy my desires.
You wake up with sleep still in your eyes on a Sunday morning. You hear a noise downstairs. Mommy must be awake already. You walk into the kitchen and find Mommy dressed so sexy in her pretty purple lingerie.
Mommy leans down and asks how you would like your eggs, fried or scrambled?
You don’t answer. You just stare at your pretty Mommy and start to feel an ache, like a tummy ache, but lower than your tummy.
When you have a tummy ache, Mommy rubs and kisses your tummy. Well, this is lower than your tummy, but maybe Mommy can make it all better by rubbing and kissing. You just point between your legs and Mommy finally realizes why you are not answering her question.
Mommy smiles and walks over to you. Mommy promises to fix it. She will make your scrambled eggs for Breakfast after Mommy kisses it and makes it all better!
Everyday is better when shared with your Mommy Morgan.
Love you!
Many years ago, I was really into my job and into having fun. I wasn’t looking for a relationship at the time, but I fell in love and I fell hard. My Grandma told me that the way to man’s heart was through his stomach.
At that time, I never cooked. I lived on salads and appetizers at Happy Hour. I wasn’t much of a cook, but I could follow a recipe. I wanted to make him dinner. I think I made him some kind of chicken dish for the main course, but the star of the evening, was my apple pie. I found the recipe in an old cookbook.
After dinner, I presented him this beautifully prepared apple pie. It tasted as good as it looked. That pie made him so hot. My hot apple pie was a true aphrodisiac. Warm perfectly cooked apples topped with perfect flaky pastry. I think he got hard on the first bite. He was amazed that I had created something so delicious.
My reward for the tasty pie was something equally as luscious for me. He took me to my bed. He went down on me. He spoiled me. He spent hours just using his tongue on me between my legs. I came so many times from just his fingers and his tongue. Finally, after begging and pleading, he slipped his cock into me. He stayed right there, fucking me, until we both came together.
Thought I would share this erotic memory with you. I picked up the perfect apples to make pie. Hoping my apple pie makes him as hot tonight as it did the first time.
Jackie
Your wife has an extended business trip to Europe. She asked me to keep an eye on you and your kids.
Of course, I am a very good neighbor. I assure your wife that I will take very good care of you. I bake cookies for the kids, have all of over for a few dinners with our family, give you some advice on getting out grass stains of dirty laundry, and then of course you require very special attention with your wife out of town.
While she is gone, you have been working at home a couple of days a week. This gives us a chance to have some afternoon, grown-up fun before the kids get home from school.
I bring over a big pot of homemade spaghetti sauce and some pasta for to fix for dinner tonight. The pot is heavy, so I just let myself inside your backdoor. I find you standing in your kitchen with your pants around your ankles and your hand on your hard cock. You are so sexually frustrated with your wife out of town that I catch you masturbating in the middle of the day.
I set down my pot on your stove and walk over to you. I can see that you are embarrassed. I smile and kiss you. I push your hand away from your cock and I hold your cock in my hand. You are so warm. I feel your cock throbbing. You are so hot and horny, you grab this good neighbor and pull me into your arms. You slip me out of my clothes and they end up right there in a heap on your kitchen floor.
You take my hand and I follow you into the next room. We are both so hot for each other that we can’t even seem to make it up to your bedroom. There has been a cute little flirty thing between us neighbors, but there is so much passion and desire now. You pull me into your lap and I ride you until I cum. Your hands and lips are all over my big breasts. You suck and lick all over my nipples. It dawns on me that your wife has tiny little A-cup breasts. You seem to be enjoying mine.
After a second, and then a third cum from me, you turn me around and take me from behind. You feel so good inside of me. Finally, it is your turn to cum. You have this incredible orgasm that has been brewing inside of you.
We fall to the floor and snuggle each other. Our naked sweaty bodies relishing in the afterglow. Just two good neighbors taking care of each other on an October afternoon. You and I are going to have a ton of fun until your wife gets home. Maybe the fun will even continue after she returns.
Jackie
Our story begins with Benjamin, the unemployed fresh college graduate, standing in the dark, right outside the Taft Hotel. He is frustrated and struggling to find direction in his life. He needs a diversion, something to escape. He had a fight with his father earlier in the night and jumped into his car. He drove around and ended up here, at the hotel. He picks up his phone and dials the number.
Mrs. Robinson is sitting home alone, restless tonight, a bit edgy. She pours herself a glass of wine and undresses to take a long hot bath. The phone rings.
She answers, “Hello.”
A familiar voice stammers, “Ummm, Oh, I don’t know quite how to put this is,” and then a very soft nervous giggle.
She acknowledges him and tries to make him more comfortable by stating his name, “Benjamin” in a soft sultry voice.
Benjamin says, “Look, I was thinking about that time after the party.” His voice trails off without completing his thought. He doesn’t need to say the words, Mrs. Robinson understands the meaning.
Mrs. Robinson knows why he is calling, “Where are you?”
Poor timid Benjamin is so nervous that he doesn’t answer her question. He knows how to get into a college girl’s panties, but what about a cougar, like Mrs. Robinson? She should be off-limits. She is a friend of the family and she is married, but there was that conversation after the party. He is so nervous that he doesn’t answer her question.
Benjamin blurts out, “I was wondering if I could buy you a drink or something.”
Mrs. Robinson, a sexy cougar, emphatically asks, “Where ARE You?”
Benjamin, “ummm, the Taft Hotel.”
Mrs. Robinson asks, “Did you get a room?”
Benjamin, “NOOOOO, it is pretty late, if you would rather…”
“Give me an hour,” Mrs. Robinson interrupts Benjamin.
Poor Benjamin is so nervous. He is not sure he heard her correctly, “What?”
“I’ll be here in an hour,” and Mrs. Robinson hangs up. She springs up out of her chair to get ready for her evening with young Benjamin, a boy half her age.
Inexperienced Benjamin is breathing heavy. He is sweating profusely. He looks at his phone and then at the front door of the Taft Hotel. He can’t believe his good fortune, the alluring Mrs. Robinson will soon be joining him. Benjamin gathers up his courage, walks into the hotel and up to the front desk.
Benjamin is a shy nervous boy about to have sex with the beautiful cougar, Mrs. Robinson.
I picked up a set of very cool antique dining room chairs at a local antique dealer. Maybe I paid too much for the chairs considering the condition; however, the wood is perfect. They just need some cosmetic work. My husband was more than furious when I brought home used chairs.
I know that with a little work that I can make them beautiful again. Just because something is old doesn’t mean there is no life left. Some things get better with age. I took them out to the backyard one sunny day. The day started out chilly, so I was dressed in a very old sweater and my old ripped painting jeans. Don’t tell anyone, but these jeans are over 20 years old. I remember buying them, but they still fit.
I got three of the chairs done, three more to go. I wanted to work on them outside in the fresh air. They had predicted rain for tomorrow, so I really wanted to get them done today. I was working very hard, and the sun was making the day actually warmer than I expected. I got so hot at one point. I just tore off my sweater and continued on my project.
I totally forgot that today was the day that the tree guy was coming over to prune the trees for fall. He caught me in the backyard a total mess, and half naked. He just stood there, holding his ladder and stared. Shocked is the understatement of the day. His mouth had no filter. He said that he had never seen me dirty before.
Well that was all I needed to hear. I walked right over to him and let him know that I could get even dirtier. I let my dried paint speckled fingers unzip his uniform pants and pushed his head into my naked tits. Then I dropped to my knees and I sucked his cock until he was dripping with pre-cum. I forced him to the ground and I slipped each of us out of our jeans. I pushed my thong to one side and started to ride him right there in my back yard. This cougar rode that young dick until he exploded inside of me.
After being pushed down into the soft grass he was good and dirty, just like me.
Samantha
