Got MILF? by Laura Lovecraft Read Free Book Online Page B

me harder than I had been in a very long time. Compared to her mother, Mia’s breasts were a natural C-cup that jiggled and moved in my grip in a manner that was totally different to Estella’s silicone globes. When I pulled down her tight jeans and cupped my hands around her butt, however, the familiarity was surreal.
    Of course, where things got very different was when I entered Mia and felt her younger, tighter muscles close around me. Don’t get me wrong, having sex with Estella had been incredible (and your first time is always going to be memorable), but a forty-year-old MILF is always going to feel different to a nineteen-year-old, irrespective of how similar they were in other ways.
    Mia’s cries of ecstasy filled the back of my car, and the car’s suspension dealt with our shared thrusts well. Thank goodness for the tinted windows as well. It sounded like the congestion was easing up, as I could hear the traffic flying past the rest area we had parked in at a much faster speed than fifteen minutes before. Our thighs were getting more and more soaked the longer we fucked, but by that time I had learned to keep a clean sheet in the back of the car to protect the upholstery.
    Oh, another way that Mia and her mother differed was in their kisses. I mentioned the difference to Mia on the drive to the airport, which made her laugh and say, “If I believed in horoscopes, I’d say that’s because I’m a Virgo.” In a way, they were the opposite of what you would expect. Estella, a seasoned MILF, kissed like an animal having its first meal in days. Her daughter, on the other hand, was subtle; she kissed and licked me around the lips, my ears, my neck – everywhere besides directly on the mouth. It was only when things really heated up that she finally allowed herself to press her lips against mine, and then our tongues locked. She had none of the voraciousness I had come to expect from other girls our age – and her mother, of course.
    She also came quickly, which was an incredible surprise. She whispered in my ear to hold out, that she wanted us to come together, and when we did it was like a burst of hot, white flashes had erupted in the car. I hadn’t been using protection, and I had no idea if she was on the pill, but none of that mattered. We came like the two of us were made for fucking one another. Sex with Estella was an absolutely life-changing experience. It was no different with her daughter.
    As we drove off, arriving a full hour later than we were supposed to, I couldn’t shake a certain feeling out of my system. When we finally met Esteban and Estella at the terminal, and they joked that, like typical kids, we were hopeless at getting anywhere on time, I barely registered either of them or the words they said. I loved seeing Estella again – she was more beautiful than even I’d remembered – but the obsession for her had evaporated. All of a sudden, took it completely for granted that she and Esteban belonged to one another, and the knowledge that she would probably never touch me again didn’t really sting anymore.
    And what’s more, I could tell from the way Estella looked at me that she knew. She knew my heart no longer belonged to her.
    And when her gaze shifted from me to her daughter, she was happy.
    “So, you guys get along okay in the car? The traffic must have been a nightmare,” poor, oblivious Esteban asked.
    “I bet they became fast friends,” Estella commented before either of us could respond.
    “I dunno; I think we gave it a good half an hour.” Mother and daughter shared a look that only I understood. Esteban didn’t have the faintest clue about anything that was going on in his new, immediate family. Of course, that was for the best.
    I drove the four of us back to their house, and as soon as my uncle and new aunt dropped their luggage on the floor they looked at each other like they were very eager to continue their honeymoon.
    They didn’t have to breathe a word to