MILF-schooled (male, 27)
At 21, I caught an older, beautiful, fit, blonde woman staring at me
from across a club in downtown Fort Lauderdale. Soon enough, she asked
me to dance. We didn’t hook up that night, but she gave me her number
and I pledged not to let the opportunity slip before leaving for school
in two weeks.
That Friday night, she scooped me from my parents’ place in an
Escalade and drove me to her suburban McMansion, where two other badass
cars were parked in the driveway, and, apparently, two young kids were
tucked in bed.
“My ex husband’s a baller,” she explained.
I didn’t ask questions.
After the babysitter showed up, my MILF and I headed to the nearest
strip club—her choice, not mine. A dozen lap dances later, around 5am,
we checked into a hotel. As soon as the door slammed behind us, I
started kissing her and fondling her breasts like I would with a woman
my age.
“Don’t rush,” she said.
I took the cue. By the time I climbed on top of her, the sun was
rising. Finally! I thought. I entered her eagerly, and she moaned
loudly. Overwhelmed by the excitement of pleasing an older woman,
however, I blew my load in seconds. The upside to being young is that I
was erect again in minutes, and I managed to prove myself during round
two. On top of checking off an important bucket list item, I learned
something about pacing, and. sources
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