Sexy Blonde Becomes a MILF – Chap 1 by KaizerWolf

Sexy Blonde Becomes a MILF – Chap 1 by KaizerWolf

Sexy Blonde Becomes a MILF Ch. 01 — Loving MILF accidentally fucks her cub.

NEW VERSION:

This is a completely NEW and different version of the other MILF story, with this one having a caring mother who has always been faithful to her husband, and is a loving mom toward her son.

NO sharing, in this one.

Only a romantic relationship between a woman and her cub.

Enjoy.

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– FEEDBACK – NEW VERSION –

I was aware the other version was niche, but after receiving some feedback, I decide to create a version that didn’t have those niche tropes.

Thus, this is a VERY different version of the other MILF story.

The MILF is a caring mother (NOT a slut) who hasn’t had sex in months (for a good reason).

– CHAPTER 1: Accidental MILF –

– SATURDAY, JUNE 4: Early Morning –

For several years now, my mom and dad had been having a regular ‘date night’ about once a month.

Usually, they’d go out on Friday or Saturday night, and come home extremely late — often at least a little tipsy, and always looking extremely happy and content, as if they’d just had the time of their life.

Which was great.

I was glad my parents were happy, and that their relationship seemed stable. Especially since it meant I didn’t have to worry about drama at home, like a lot of my friends seemed to be dealing with.

However, now that I’d graduated, and I might be living at home for a while as I attended a local college, I was a little more concerned.

Because, in the last seven or eight months, shortly after my eighteenth birthday, the semi-regular ‘date night’ resulted in them coming home mostly ‘just drunk,’ and not seeming nearly as happy.

My mom would always come in to check on me whenever they got back super late, since I was otherwise left home alone when they were gone, and it used to be that everything about her posture, expression, and tone seemed to radiate contentment.

But now, she kissed me goodnight with a slight somberness in her demeanor.

Mom just didn’t seem happy anymore, not even after their date.

At first, I hadn’t thought much of the situation, just trying to focus on my own stuff, since I had been in my last year of school at the time, and wanted to finish off the year strong before I graduated. But then, I started to notice that my mom’s depressed mood began to permeate her entire life.

And it wasn’t like she was acting depressed, but more like she just didn’t have the energy anymore to speak with any enthusiasm, her tone having grown flat and almost emotionless.

At least, flat whenever it wasn’t somber.

The only thing that hadn’t changed was how she specifically spoke to me, her tone still affectionate most of the time, but otherwise the whole situation had me a bit concerned at this point.

It was one such date night when my parents came home especially drunk, and I could sense that something was up, even though neither of them said anything.

It was almost 2:00 AM when my mom called, and I had just finished cumming into a tissue to some porn on my computer, which made the conversation initially a little awkward since my cock was still hard. But I cooled off pretty quick when mom let me know that they were almost home, explaining that they’d been forced to call a ride because they both had too much to drink, requesting for me to help bring ‘my father‘ in when they got there.

She referred to him with some pessimism in her tone, though it could be the alcohol speaking.

Of course, now that I didn’t have to wake up for school, I was usually awake pretty late anyway, so I wasn’t even preparing for bed yet when she called. It was plenty warm outside, so I tossed on a pair of flipflops and went out in my gym shorts and t-shirt to meet them when their ride pulled up, uncertain of what to expect.

Especially due to my mom’s tone on the phone.

Sure enough, when they arrived, dad was super hammered, and seemed nearly unconscious as he slurred his words, being the most drunk I’d ever seen him. But we managed to get him in the house and on the couch on his side, where I knew he would stay all night, since he occasionally slept on the couch anyway, finding it really comfortable for his back.

My mom then began making her way to their bedroom upstairs, but I quickly realized she was actually more tipsy than I’d assumed, sounding like she almost tripped and fell.

I quickly ran after her, and found her struggling to right herself, her blonde hair hiding her face…as she sniffled.

Fuck, was she crying?

Did she hurt herself?

I tried to ask, but she just shook her head when I spoke, prompting me to help her up and walk her the rest of the way to her room.

She, umm, thanked me…unsurprisingly…her tone somber…

But used my dad’s name…

I decided not to correct her, figuring it was just a slipup, considering she’d literally just helped me put my dad on the couch. And since, I was almost afraid of her drunken mood shifting to anger if it turned out that she was pissed at him for some reason. Granted, it wouldn’t have been the first time my mom got our names mixed up, especially if she was upset and scolding one of us.

Thus, rather than fret about it, I just focused on getting her to her own bed, and letting her take it from there.

My mom was actually dressed pretty provocatively, as was usually the case when they went on their dates, wearing a short silk dress that hugged her figure like a prom dress, emphasizing her large bust, medium waist, and wide hips. Between her model figure, slightly tan skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes, all sharply contrasted against the dress color, she was kind of a femme fatale, though I knew that she’d always been highly committed to dad.

Which made the tension in their relationship all the more confusing to me.

Honestly, mom was good-looking enough that she could totally be a pornstar…which was a thought I knew I shouldn’t be having, though I knew part of the reason I thought that was because she’d gotten implants a few years ago, and I’d seen a lot of fake boobs online, especially in porn videos.

When I was younger, mom’s bust had always been a bit on the larger side compared to her overall level of skinniness. But, right around the time they started going on dates regularly, my dad paid for her to get implants to enhance and augment her already generous breasts.

Which…had been a pretty awkward conversation, when my dad told me about the surgery, so that I wouldn’t be shocked the day my mom came home with pornstar tits.

Of course, he hadn’t described it like that, but at some point I’d sort of connected the two ideas in my head, especially with how my mom looked overall.

But honestly, for the most part, I hadn’t really thought much about the change considering that my mom still looked like herself, her breasts just being much bigger, but with her still being that same familiar person I’d grown up with. Plus, her breasts didn’t strike me as looking overly fake like what I’d seen online.

She still wore a bra most of the time, and the few times I’d seen her wearing something without a bra, like a silk nightgown that I probably wasn’t meant to see her in, her breasts looked large and plump, but still kind of natural.

Needless to say, after the physical change, I decided to not put much thought into it, since it was kind of awkward thinking about it too much.

But looking at my mom now, I could easily imagine her just being a random hot woman on my computer. She was dressed really sexy, if I was being honest, and definitely had a body to kill for, being absolutely gorgeous for a forty-one-year-old woman.

Honestly, she could probably pass for a thirty-year-old, no problem.

And I was surprised to realize that, when I went back to my room, I might end up thinking about her appearance much more than usual, possibly even fantasizing a bit about what I was seeing right now, prior to getting to sleep. Although, I knew I might feel like shit afterward if I really went through with it, largely because she just seemed so down right now.

However, before I could head to my room to face that dilemma — just after I helped her get into the master bedroom, the dark space only lit by the hallway light — I was beginning to turn to leave when my mom spoke up.

“Oh honey,” she said quietly. “Could you help me unzip this?”

I focused on her to see that she was actively trying to reach back to get at the zipper.

I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, but figured it would be no big deal for me to help her unzip it a little before I left. And it wasn’t like I’d see anything when it was so dark, even if she was accidentally exposed.

“Umm, sure mom,” I replied, walking up to her and carefully using both hands to grab both the top of the silk dress, as well as the tiny little zipper.

My mom scoffed at that, sounding like she said something under her breath about it being a ‘little frustrating’ that I would ‘tease’ her about ‘roleplay,’ but I tried to focus on the task at hand.

The zipper came down a few inches just fine, but then I realized there was a couple of hooks holding together the top, which gave me more trouble than I was expecting when I tried to undo them.

“Here,” mom said with a sigh, reaching back again with both hands. Her tone was almost bitter. “Should have known you’d struggle with such a simple task. Tug it down a little more, and…” Her voice trailed off as I tugged enough so she could reach the hook, with her beginning to lean more away from me as she stretched, her firm butt suddenly against my thigh.

Of course, I was well aware my mom was shorter than me, but never had I paid so much attention as right in that moment, when I felt her press against my leg, her wide hips a few inches lower than mine.

I cleared my throat the moment she got it unhooked, with her quickly grabbing in front of her again to prevent her dress from slipping off her breasts.

“Umm, you good now?” I wondered.

She nodded, turning her head to the side, almost to the point of resting her chin on her bare shoulder, looking really somber. “Yes, thank you, honey. Can…” Suddenly, she looked like she was about to cry, her eyes glistening in the hallway light. “Can I have a kiss?” she whispered almost inaudibly.