I moved my index finger to my lips, indicating him to husssch.
“Keep talking….” I whispered and slowly pulled my blouse off, this time I wasn’t wearing a bra, so instantly, my huge breasts were exposed to him.
I looked down at his crotch and saw his cock grow.
I walked over to him, I took the hard pebbly surface of my nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. As he tried to keep talking to his girlfriend, I stopped just short of his face. I nibbled sensually on my bottom lip as I heard his girlfriend talk.
I grabbed the plastic bottle with baby oil. Popped the plastic lid open, and turned the bottle upside down. We both watched as I slowly squeezed and a long thin trail of the glistening liquid drizzled forth to fall on the upper swells of my huge tits. I moved the bottle around until I had a plentiful amount of the slippery fluid crisscrossing my huge tits. I snapped the lid shut and tossed the bottle onto his bed.
Steve’s eyes were glued to my glistening, tits, oil started to flow down my round slopes into my cleavage and towards my protruding nipples. I raised my hands and slid them into the warm fluid as Steve eased off his shorts and his hard cock sprung free.
“Mmmmmmm,” I purred as I started to spread the slippery oil all around my heavy round beauties, watching him jerk his large cock.
“That feels so good,” I whispered in his free ear, as I moved the slick fluid all around my smooth warm skin.
Like I said before, (I think) am very proud of my new tits and I marveled at the delicious feeling of my shining tits beneath my fingertips. The whole you loose some feeling if you have an augmentation, certainly wasn’t true for me.
I grabbed Steve’s free hand, well the one he was jerking his cock with, and brought it to the front of my pendulous babies and concentrated and placed it on my large engorged nipples.
“Aaaaahh,” I let out a little hiss as his slick fingers lightly squeezed the stiff little red buds. I loved the feel of the hard pebbly surface beneath his slippery fingertips. They seemed to get even stiffer and darker red in color as Steve rolled my long thick nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Steve pretended that he had to go, quickly hung up the phone, and started jerking his rock-hard cock and grouping my large tits.
I laid down on my back in the middle of the bed with my head supported on one of the pillows.
My glistening round tits covered the full breadth of my chest from side to side. My big stiff nipples stood up over half an inch from the surface of my breasts. I probably looked incredibly sexy laying there with my little kilt-like skirt and black suede boots still on. Steve quickly flipped one leg over me until he was straddling my stomach, his glistening oil-covered cock stood rock-hard before me.
“Is this what you want?” I asked as I started to group my tits and pressed them down on the top of his pulsing erection until it was pointing down towards the beckoning deep valley between my swelling tits.
“Oh fuck, Yes,” he panted breathlessly, my eyes never left the drooling tip of his long thick cock. Steve inched forward and lowered himself as his cock slowly descended until the tip was at the base of my long cleavage. He leaned slightly forward to keep his cock down as I reached to each side and lifted my heavy tits and pressed them together over his plundering cock.
“Oh yeah … that’s good,” Steve said as he felt the warm soft skin of my tit-flesh enveloping his stiff rod. He started to slide his hips back and forth as I pressed my massive mounds against his cock. The broad flared head kept appearing and disappearing at the top of my deep cleavage just below my chin. Steve started to move his hips more rapidly back and forth as the warm lubricating oil felt so hot and delicious as it accentuated the exhilarating sensations of my slick skin pressing against his own sensitive flesh.
“Cum for me, Steve,” I said as Steve continued to drool his oozing precum onto my upper chest and neck. I knew that this wasn’t gonna last long. Steve was on the verge already. He grabbed both of my long thick nipples firmly and my own hands kept pressing my huge tits against his pulsating love muscle as Steve continued to flex his hips back and forth.
“OH Miss Irene … HERE IT COMES,” Steve warned as he kept twisting my stiff red nipples while his surging cock stiffened even more between my slick enveloping jugs. I was looking up at him with a face of lust and I watched his crimson-enflamed head appear from deep within my cleavage, as a long white rope of thick creamy cum burst forth to hit me forcefully on the underside of my chin.
“Aaaaaaaahh,” I let out a little gasp of surprise at the force of that initial blast. Another long rope of semen spat forth against my chin again to join the first big glob. Steve’s body was shaking as he kept unloading his warm milky semen onto my slippery chest. His cock kept spitting out wad after wad of pearly seed as his orgasm continued. I rubbed my slick tits against his throbbing cock as I milked even more cum from the spewing eye. I loved the feeling of his hard, pulsating cock between my huge tits and the taste of his real, “live” cum on my lips.
“Oh fuck, Miss Irene. Those tits of yours are just amazing,” Steve said as he leaned down over me and gave me a deep passionate kiss.
At first, I was startled, this wasn’t part of the deal, but soon I eagerly kissed him back and our tongues played against each other as we shared the blissful kiss of two contented lovers. Steve swung his leg over me and laid down next to me. I looked down at the gobs of milky cum covering my upper chest and neck. There was a lot of it and some was already starting to run down the sides of my neck.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Steve said as he took his hand and started to rub his warm fresh cum down onto the upper slopes of my big round tits.
“Mmmmmmm, that’s nice, ” I said as he continued to spread the thick white seed all over my heaving breasts.
“Now, tell me more about the rest of your night with Steve,” I said as Steve rubbed one thick gob right onto one of my stiff long nipples.
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Things were kinda tight, I mean, I loved Aaron with all my heart, but two weeks after the wedding, he lost his job and I had to find some sort of part-time gig as well. All I could find were ass-fucking-boring-shit-jobs, and the jobs weren’t part-time or full-time, they were just temporary, contract-type positions or pyramid scams.
Then I found an interesting ad, it definitely peeked my interest to have some freelance type of work that wouldn’t have to interfere with my teaching at the local high school.
Immediately I was drawn to some ads that said: “Work from home!”
I’d heard about jobs like this before but thought they must be some sort of scam or something.
Right now though, I really didn’t have anything to lose, and working from home would be the perfect solution. A few of them seemed to be alright, typing, data entry type of stuff which I was sure I could do. I emailed them each a nice little message about how I thought I could do the job fairly easily and felt really good about myself. I kept looking through the rest, and then there it was…
“Have you ever been called a MILF? We’re looking for mature, sexy, confident women to join a new up-and-coming webcam model site! Work from home, all you need is a webcam and a talent for turning guys on! Earn real cash! Get paid monthly! Start today!!!!!!”
The words pierced through my mind as I read them once, twice, and then a third time… ”
” .. “mature”.. “sexy”… It almost sounded too good to be true. Wait.. what was I thinking? I couldn’t do that… I’m not sexy and obviously not confident…
A MILF? I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before. A shiver went over my body and I suddenly felt extremely naked… even though I was wearing the same short red silk robe that I wore to Steve’s room, the day he first touched my breast.
Me, a MILF?
I might’ve been on the skinny side. Ok, fine, but after giving birth to three children, I looked damn good. I had a curvaceous Italian old-style Playboy look with 38-inch double F’s straining to burst out of the red silk short robe I was wearing.
I looked in the huge mirror, and I could see the dark shadow of my nipples poking through the thin material. Italian olive-skinned, long wavy jet black hair, tall and long legs, surprisingly flat belly, a 28-inch waist, 38-inch hips, and 34-inch FF breast. Not Marylin perhaps but quite nice for 43.
As I looked in the mirror, I realized that maybe I was a MILF after all. I’ve never thought so, but the breast augmentation and all those hours at the gym had made a huge difference.
I sensually untied the belt and watched as the robe slide down the slope of my breasts to my nipples, then it clung to the hard nubs for a second, only to fall straight down and I looked at my perfectly sculptured breast.
They were perfectly round, the nipples were erect from excitement and/or the cold air. As I ran my hands over the smooth surface of my breasts, I thought about the first time in my Mom’s house, when Steve jerked off as I touched my breast and he shot his load in my dirty panties. I remember his stare, totally mesmerized by the sheer size and how hot his rock-hard cock looked.
“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself,” I had asked.
“I am,” he said while masturbating.
“This is so hot. You have such an amazing body, Miss Irene.”
“Thank you. I’m enjoying this as well. Do you need extra stimulation?”
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