MILF Lovers

MILF Lovers
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Over the past month I have asked my fans to submit their TRUE erotic stories to me. With their consent I have compiled a small collection of True Erotic Short Stories.

Brooke, a mother from San Diego, CA. sent me this email about her first encounter with Cheryl. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! -Jamei

Dear Jamei,

First a little about me. I’m a wife, and mother of two. Besides the occasional outing to a local happy hour, I hardly ever get drunk, and would consider myself to be like every other wife in every other house in our neighborhood. That is, until one afternoon a few months ago, when things got a little wild with a new friend of mine.

I met Cheryl while volunteering to help at one of my son’s soccer games. My husband used to joke that my tight shirts and long red hair probably earned me the title of ‘MILF’ among the other husbands, but little did I know it was Cheryl who I would really earn that nickname with! (I’ve never looked on being whistled at or called attractive as a negative, by the way, and my husband was always a little turned on by thinking other men thought I was good looking).

Cheryl and I were on the list to provide the soda and pizzas for an after game party. We had never met before, but hit it off right away.

“I thought I was bringing the sodas,” I said. It was the first thing that popped into my mind when I saw her standing there, unpacking two cases from the back of her minivan.

“Excuse me?” she asked. Her short brown hair was stylish, pushed back behind her ears. She smiled, then let out a little laugh when she saw me holding sodas of my own. It was her dimples that attracted me, she was just so cute.

Now I have to say, I’ve never considered myself bisexual in any way at all, and although I didn’t realize it at the time, there was an instant electricity between us. At first I thought it was just two kindred spirits meeting, a new friend to have a drink with, that sort of thing, but I had no idea it would turn into what it did.

“I guess we need to get some pizza,” she said. “I’ll go, it’s no big deal at all.”

I told her my name, started to take the sodas to the field, then thought better of it.

“No, let’s both go,” I said. “The boys won’t be done for a bit anyway. I’ll drive.”

On the way she introduced herself, and I called ahead for the food. “Good planning,” she said, then added with a laugh, “I guess you can fix things after you mess up the first time!”

Her laugh endeared me. She was the type to let things roll off her shoulders when plans didn’t work out. The type to avoid creating a drama when one wasn’t needed. I thought she was just what I needed.

Over the course of several weeks, Cheryl and I started spending more and more time together. First it was one day a week on a trip with the kids, then it turned into two. The second was always a happy hour, which we called “BTG”. (That’s Break Time for the Girls).

I really came to look forward to our BTG days, and was disappointed whenever something would come up to get in the way. As the busy life of two ‘MILFs’ would have it, two weeks in a row we couldn’t meet at all, and it was bugging me. Was something wrong?

The next week Cheryl called me.

“BTG?” she asked as soon as I answered my cell.

“I can’t,” I said. “The boys are going camping and I have to help them get ready.”

“We can’t seem to get our schedules straight,” she said. “Next week?”

“Hope so.” And that was it. It had been a month since we had found time to hang out, and I thought we just weren’t going to be the friends I hoped for.

My phone vibrated, letting me know I just received a text.

“LADIES NIGHT SAT. YOU ON?” she asked.

“OK. BUT CAN YOU GET AWAY?” I texted back.

“YES. YOU GAME?”

“HELL YES!” I said back.

I found myself looking forward to Saturday all week. When the time arrived, I already had a couple drinks to get myself in the mood. I was looking in the mirror, making sure my makeup and hair were as perfect as they could be, and in the spirit of a Ladies Night, wore a cute blue shirt with a little extra cleavage than I normally showed. I pulled on a denim skirt to go with it, which I thought was just right. I was not thinking of cheating on my husband, mind you, but nothing was wrong with showing off a little either. I put on some perfume and was ready.

“Oh my God girl,” she said when I got in the minivan. “You’ve got boobs!”

I must have been blushing, because she said, “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m just used to seeing you in tee shirts. I knew you were attractive, but wow girl!”

My breasts were something I thought only men noticed or women were jealous of. I looked down at my blouse, and smiled. “I guess I’m showing a bit more than normal.”

“You look great,” she said.

“You do too,” I said. Cheryl didn’t have my bust line, but she was small and cute. She was wearing a little black dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

We got to the bar, and ended up drinking a lot more than I thought we would. I got flirted with more that night then as long as I could remember, but I can blame most of that on Cheryl.

“Two shots right away,” she said when we walked in the door. The place was crowded, it was a hot summer night, and the music was booming. Then it was another two shots, and still another two. A few drinks later, and she pulled me close.

“Take your bra off,” she said in my ear. “I dare you!”

“Are you kidding?” I asked. “This bra gives me more cleavage than I’m supposed to have!”

“Chicken,” she said. “Sometimes naughty is fun.”

With kids and a busy schedule, “naughty” was something I was missing in life.

“You don’t have the problem of a breast falling out,” I said, still wanting to protest. I knew she would understand it wasn’t an insult to her smaller breast size, and I was right. She laughed, pulled down her top, exposing her perfectly shaped breasts to the table of men next to us. “You mean like this?”

The collective chins at the table dropped to the floor, followed by a roar of applause and a free round of drinks. I also found myself very turned on by her naughty behavior, and I couldn’t help but notice just how perky her small nipples were. By the time she turned back around, I was unhooking the front clasp of my bra underneath my top.

“There,” I said, straining my voice to be heard over the music. I threw the bra on the table.

She gave me a round of applause of her own, and said, “Now we dance!”

“Dance?” I asked, but it was too late. She grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me across the bar to the dance floor.

Looking back on it now, I realize how against my normal behavior this was. The top was low cut and sheer already, and without my bra, my nipples were just barely visible through it. We brushed by several men on the way to the dance floor, and I found myself getting more and more turned on as my chest touched each one of them. It didn’t get past me that eyes were looking down, and it didn’t offend me to think of the men who were getting turned on by seeing what I normally would never show.

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Product Details
File Size: 251 KB
Print Length: 33 pages
Fortmat: ePub
Features: Flowing text
Language: English

Price(USD): $0.95