My boyfriend Terence was fucking me one hot summer afternoon when he suddenly called me
a guilt. Until that day, I'd never been pretty to that word or
knew what it meant. I was swept up in my explicit emotions, reeling
with unbridled blust while he attacked me from behind. He lifted my face off
the bed, turned me sideways so that he could kiss my lips, then
whispered intensely that I was his guilt for It. Wasn't until later, while
recuperating from our concluded sex, that I inquired what that word meant. What
you ain't heard that word before? He looked surprised when I asked him,
no, I haven't, I chuckled while I caressed his hairy chest. You
know me, baby, I don't keep up with whatever the young ones out
there are into. You don't have to be young to figure out that word.
Baby. You've heard of the word milf right, Yeah, Mothers,
I'd love to fuck. Everybody knows that one gilph is the version for mature
wives. Grannie's I'd love to fuck. Get it? Oh wow, I
never thought of that. You're such a nasty devil thinking that's all I am
to you. That ain't all what you are to me, Babe, Terence
lifted a pair of my tits to his face. You're just so damned sexy.
I won't mind fucking you on a daily basis. HM, you know
I'd love nothing more than that, darling, I purred. I rolled over
on to him, kissing him while teasing my pussy against his cock that was
growing hard again. His hands caressed my butt before sliding underneath to tickle my
pussy with his erection. I wanted his cock in the best way. I
wrenched his churgid member off his grip and drove it into my cunt. I
exhaled as I felt that familiar warmth explode inside me. Goose bumps broke across
my arm, and I could feel the tiny hairs in the back of my
neck stand upright as my pussy swallowed his cock. Ah fuck, I gassed
while grinding my butt against his crotch. I leaned forward and kissed him.
I love your cock so fucking much, I moaned, H too bad,
you can't take it home with you. I crackled at his humor, knowing
it was true. I know, Babe, fuck me one last time for
the road, I breathed into his face. Fuck me harder this time.
Terence knew what I wanted when it came to sex, and was never lacking
when giving it to me. He never balked or hesitated to fuck me like
a whore. Like I almost didn't matter to him. Sex with him was
always intense and rottily enjoyable, like riding the world's scariest roller coaster. He
took charge of me immediately and began jerking his hips, slammed his cock into
my vagina aggressively. He smacked my butt repeatedly, making me groan frantically.
I kept grinding my butt against his crotch, squealing wild and raunchy while his
cock stretched my cunt. I kept mouthing off, telling him how much I
loved getting fucked by him, how much I looked forward each week to enjoying
him. I would have killed if a week passed and I never got to
have wild fun with him. He fucked me to my utter satisfaction. He
made me cream over his cock as my body quivered from climaxing. An hour
later, I wore my clothes and kissed him goodbye before leaving his apartment.
I wore my shades as I left his building, stepped out into the evening
sun, got into my car, and drove home. My husband hadn't missed
me the entire afternoon that I was gone. He had entertained several of his
friends who'd come over to watch a game, while I'd lied to him that
I'd gone swimming at the y MCA establishment located in the city Gilve. The
word reoccurred in my mind later that night, as I lay beside my snoring
husband, who would have thought that I'd reached guilt's status. I was baffled
whether to take it as a compliment or an insult to be labeled as one.
I was approaching my mid fifties, having given birth to four kids and
being rewarded so far with five grand kids. Yet I didn't feel old or
rusty. Neither my husband nor I felt ready for the nursing home. Robert,
my husband, was some I retired from practicing law. I worked part
time as a paralegal for a federal and geo outfit. It sounds boring,
but it keeps me busy and ensures me enough excuses to drive to the city
and spend lots of quality time with Terence. Robert knows nothing about Terence,
and that's the way I want it to remain. I always looked forward to
seeing him again. The thought of feeling him naked against me always got my
blood pumping. I knew he had younger women he dated, and I didn't
care. Whenever I'm with him, it's all about us and nobody else.
Terence surprised me days later when he called me and said he was close to
my home. It had been nearly a week since the last time we fooled
around. I would have gone to him, except I was babysitting one of
my grand kids and had no excuses to give. As it turns out,
Robert was away at work when Terence showed up at our doorstep. I was
alarmed to see him, even though I welcomed him inside while carrying my one
year old grandson, Jeff in my arm. Terence, you shouldn't be here,
I told him Robert might be home any minute. He ain't going to
be home till four, babe, and you know it. He said,
I missed you and figured i'd come to you instead. He kissed me.
You on grandmotherly duty. Yeah, my daughter's off with her husband. To
visit her in laws, so I'm babysitting until tonight. I was going to
give you a call later. No point waiting later, babe, he smiled
broadly. I'll be your babysitter, and I'm here to take good care of
you. But first, how about we put your little man to bed and
then get comfy. I couldn't believe Terence had the audacious nerve to come here
to my home while I was supposed to be babysitting my grandkid. We've had
sex in my home before, but this was different and sort of kinkie too.
He's such an incorrigible fellow who hardly takes no for an answer, which
was a quality I liked about him. Come with me. I sat and
led him upstairs to my bedroom. I went and gently placed my grandson in
his crib beside my bed. He was asleep, so I knew he wouldn't
be too much trouble to watch. I turned and locked arms around Terence and
kissed him, feeling hungry for him. I wasn't looking forward to you coming
over, I cooed. But since you're here, let's make good use of
our time, he concluded. He relieved me of my clothes, and I
did likewise to him. I lay on the bed and lifted my legs while
Terence played with my breasts before sliding his face down my abdomen. I closed
my eyes briefly and squirmed as his tongue made contact with my pussy. His
tongue performed sexual surgery on me. The way he lulled, probed, and
sucked my pussy's nectar. My breathing grew laborious, and my body jerked and
squirmed spasmodically. The longer he ate my cunt. Ah ah, Terence,
I moaned softly, Oh babe, don't fucking stop. I glanced at the
crib periodically to make sure my grandson Jaff was snug asleep. So far,
so good. Terence came on top and I tasted my cunt's juice off his
lips. His prick slid against my volva, arousing me further. I grabbed
his cock and inserted it into my vagina. I bit my lower lip as
he thrust deep inside me. The pain was exquisite. I couldn't hold my
moan as he buried more inches inside me. I hugged him tight, wanting
more of what he had to give. Terence worked his hips and began offering
me more thrusts of his cock. I laid on my back, fighting against
the sexual tide that seemed keen on drowning me. I wanted to let loose,
become my wild self, to buck and squeal my loudest, but had
to hold myself out of fear of waking my grandkid. Terrence sensed this and
did his best to keep in line with me. Up to me, slow
but steady. I ran my hand over his backside and sometimes dared him to
quicken his pace like he often did. I almost didn't care about waking up
Jeff or, fearing that Robert might be heading home that minute. I wanted
to be sexually fulfilled. Throw me up, babe, I muttered, give
me everything you've got. Terence pulled out and propped me to get on my
elbows and knees. He hunched over my backside and rammed his cock into my
pussy. I grabbed the sheets and cried into the pillows fabric as he fucked
me harder and harder. Our bodies made smacking noises, and I kept checking
to make sure the baby wasn't stirring in his crib. My moans grew louder
as I felt an orgasm stirring inside my womb. The excitement was too much
for me to bear. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on the
sheets as I felt an orgasm roar inside my gut. Terence continued fucking me
as if nothing had happened. A shiver ran through my body as I suffered
the onslaught of my son and climax. Terence gripped my waist and tore in
to me harder until an intense moment arrived and he ejaculated inside me. I
waited until he had concluded his business before falling flat on my face. My
grandson did stir awake, but that was after we had cleaned ourselves up and
I had changed the sheets. I opened the windows and sprayed some popery fragrance
to consume the stench of sex in the room. I carried Jeff with me
as I escorted Terence out of the house. I kissed him and said he
would text me later, and then I waved goodbye before returning inside. My
daughter and her son returned later that evening to pick up their son. Nobody
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