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A Christmas Eve Encounter

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I stepped out of the warm, cozy confines of Brady’s Market, the grocery bags in my hands feeling heavier than usual. The winter chill hit me, causing me to shiver slightly as I made my way to my trusty old bike. It was Christmas Eve, and the streets of our small town were bustling with last-minute shoppers and festive cheer. I, Billy, an 18-year-old college kid, was on my regular grocery delivery route, but this particular delivery was different. It was for Mary Ellen, the woman who had captured my heart and my fantasies for months.

Mary Ellen, at 39, was a vision of elegance and maturity. Her red hair, a fiery contrast to her pale skin, fell in soft waves down her back. Her blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and a hint of mischief. She was a regular customer, and I’d always felt an instant connection with her. There was something about her warm smile and easy laughter that made my heart flutter. I knew she was way out of my league, but that didn’t stop my imagination from running wild.

As I pedaled my bike through the snow-lined streets, my mind drifted to the previous encounters we’d shared. Each time I delivered groceries to her, we’d chat for a while, and she’d offer me a cup of hot cocoa or a freshly baked cookie. Her home, a cozy cottage with a quaint garden, was as enchanting as she was. I’d often find myself daydreaming about her, picturing us together in steamy scenarios that would make my cheeks burn with embarrassment if anyone ever found out.

Reaching her house, I noticed the festive decorations adorning her porch—twinkling lights and a wreath with red berries. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I knocked on the door. The sound of her soft footsteps approaching sent a thrill through my body.

“Billy, dear, come in!” Her voice was like honey, warm and inviting. I stepped into the foyer, taking in the cozy atmosphere of her home. The scent of cinnamon and pine filled the air, and a beautifully decorated Christmas tree stood in the corner, its lights twinkling merrily.

“Merry Christmas Eve, Billy,” she greeted me, her eyes sparkling with holiday cheer. She was dressed in a soft, red sweater that hugged her curves and a pair of snug black leggings, showcasing her lean, toned legs. Her hair was loose, cascading down her shoulders, and her lips were painted a festive crimson. I felt my breath catch at the sight of her.

“Merry Christmas, Ms. Ellen,” I replied, my voice cracking slightly under her intense gaze. I held out the grocery bags, my hands trembling ever so slightly.

“Oh, please, call me Mary. And you can put the bags on the kitchen counter. Stay for a while, won’t you? I’ve been looking forward to your visit all week.” Her voice was like a caress, sending shivers down my spine. I nodded, my heart racing as I followed her into the kitchen, the warmth of the room enveloping me.

As I unpacked the groceries, Mary kept me company, chatting about the upcoming holiday and her plans for a quiet, cozy Christmas. She seemed to sense my nervousness and did her best to put me at ease. I couldn’t help but admire her graceful movements as she prepared a pot of tea, her slender fingers deftly handling the delicate china.

“You know, Billy, I’ve always enjoyed our little chats,” she said, her eyes holding mine. “You’re such a sweet boy, and I appreciate your company. Especially during the holidays, when the world seems a bit more magical.”

I felt my face flush at her words. “I-I like spending time with you too, Mary. You’re… you’re different from anyone I’ve ever met.” My voice was barely above a whisper, but she heard me.

She smiled, a hint of something playful in her eyes. “Different, hmm? And how so, young man?”

I swallowed, my throat dry. “You’re… well, you’re beautiful, for starters. And you always make me feel… comfortable. Like I can be myself around you.”

Mary’s laughter filled the kitchen, a delightful sound that made my heart skip a beat. “Oh, Billy, you’re too kind. But I must admit, I do enjoy our little visits. And I’d love to make this Christmas Eve special for you.”

Intrigue sparked within me as I set down the last grocery bag. “Special? How so?”

She took a step closer, her scent—a mix of cinnamon and something uniquely her—teasing my senses. “Well, I thought we could indulge in a little holiday cheer, just the two of us. A private celebration, if you will.”

My heart hammered in my chest as I began to understand her implication. “A private celebration?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

Mary’s eyes gleamed with a playful light. “Indeed. You see, Billy, I’ve noticed the way you look at me. The way your eyes follow my every move. And I must confess, I find it rather flattering.”

Heat crept up my neck, and I knew my face was flushed. “I-I can’t help it. You’re just… you’re so…” I struggled to find the right words, my shyness battling my desire.

“Desirable?” she suggested, her voice low and sultry. “It’s okay, Billy. I know I’m older, but age is just a number, after all. And I’ve always believed that desire knows no bounds.”

My breath quickened as she took another step forward, closing the distance between us. “I-I think about you a lot, Mary. And not just in a… friendly way.”

A soft, sensual smile played on her lips. “Oh? And how do you think of me, Billy?”

I swallowed hard, my eyes locking with hers. “I imagine… I imagine kissing you, touching you. I want to explore every inch of your body, to make you feel pleasure like you’ve never known before.” My words tumbled out in a rush, fueled by my pent-up longing.

Mary’s breath hitched, and her eyes darkened with desire. “Oh, Billy… your words are like sweet music to my ears. And I want you to know that I’ve imagined the same. I’ve fantasized about your strong, young body against mine, about teaching you the pleasures of the flesh.”

My heart was pounding so hard I was afraid it might burst from my chest. “You have?”

She nodded, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek. “Mmm, I have. And tonight, I want to make those fantasies come to life. I want to show you just how wonderful it can be between a man and a woman.”

I couldn’t speak, my throat tight with anticipation. Mary’s hand trailed down my neck, sending shivers of pleasure through me. She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, tantalizing kiss.

“Let me show you, Billy,” she whispered against my mouth. “Let me teach you the art of seduction.”

I responded eagerly, my lips parting to invite her tongue into a passionate dance. Her mouth tasted like peppermint and desire, and I moaned softly as our kiss deepened. Her hands roamed over my body, igniting a fire within me that I’d never known before.

Mary broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps. “Come, my eager young lover,” she said, taking my hand and leading me out of the kitchen. “Let’s make our way to the bedroom, where we can truly explore each other.”

I followed her, my heart and mind racing. Mary’s bedroom was a sanctuary of silk and satin, with soft candlelight casting a warm glow over the space. She turned to face me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Undress for me, Billy,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire. “Let me see that gorgeous body of yours.”

My fingers trembled as I began to unbutton my shirt, revealing my toned chest and abs. Mary’s eyes widened, and her breath quickened as I slipped out of my clothes, standing before her in nothing but my boxer briefs.

“Oh, my,” she breathed, her gaze roaming over my body. “You’re even more stunning than I imagined. Come, let me touch you.”

I stepped closer, my arousal evident as she reached out to trace her fingers along my chest, down my stomach, and finally, to the bulge in my underwear. Her touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

“You’re so hard for me, Billy,” she murmured, her voice husky with need. “Let me take care of that.”

With nimble fingers, she slid my underwear down my thighs, freeing my throbbing erection. I gasped as she took me in her hand, stroking me with a firm, rhythmic motion. Her touch was like heaven, and I couldn’t help but thrust my hips into her palm.

“You like that, don’t you, my eager boy?” she teased, her eyes locked on mine. “But we’re just getting started.”

Mary guided me to the bed, where she knelt before me, her lips hovering just above my straining cock. “I want to taste you, Billy. I want to feel you in my mouth.”

I groaned as she took me into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of my dick. Her lips slid up and down my length, her hands cupping my balls, driving me wild with pleasure. I ran my fingers through her hair, holding her to me as she sucked and licked with expert skill.

“Oh, Mary,” I gasped, my hips moving in rhythm with her mouth. “You’re incredible.”

She pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. “Not yet, my love. But I will be.”

With that, she climbed onto the bed, straddling me, her eyes smoldering with desire. “Now, it’s my turn to feel your touch, Billy. Show me how much you want me.”

I reached up, my hands trembling as I cupped her breasts through her sweater. Her nipples hardened at my touch, and she arched into my hands, encouraging me to explore further. I tugged at the hem of her sweater, eager to see more of her.

“Yes, Billy,” she breathed, her voice thick with arousal. “Take it off. I want you to see all of me.”

I pulled the sweater over her head, revealing her lace bra and the swell of her breasts. Her skin was smooth and pale, a canvas of desire. I unhooked her bra, my fingers brushing against her nipples, causing her to gasp.

“You’re so beautiful, Mary,” I whispered, my mouth replacing my hands as I lavished attention on her breasts. I suckled and teased her nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips.

“Oh, yes, Billy,” she moaned, her hands threading through my hair. “That feels so good. But I want more. I want to feel you inside me.”

I kissed my way down her body, my hands exploring her curves as I went. Her skin was like silk, and I couldn’t get enough of her. When I reached the waistband of her leggings, I paused, looking up at her with a question in my eyes.

“Take them off, Billy,” she urged, her voice husky. “I want to be naked for you.”

I obliged, peeling the leggings down her legs, revealing her bare pussy, glistening with arousal. I couldn’t help but admire her, my cock throbbing with need.

“You’re stunning, Mary,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. “I want to make you feel incredible.”

She smiled, a sultry, seductive smile. “Then take me, Billy. Show me what that young body of yours can do.”

I positioned myself between her thighs, my cock brushing against her wetness. She was hot and ready, and I couldn’t wait any longer. With one smooth thrust, I entered her, filling her with my length.

Mary gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she adjusted to my size. “Oh, yes,” she breathed. “You feel so good, Billy. So big and hard.”

I began to move, my hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, my cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet heat. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurred me on. I leaned down, capturing a nipple between my lips as I continued to drive into her.

“Yes, Billy, yes!” she cried out, her nails digging into my back. “Harder, my love. Give it to me harder.”

I obliged, my thrusts becoming more powerful, my body slamming into hers with each stroke. Mary’s cries grew louder, her body trembling beneath me. I felt her muscles clench around my cock, signaling her impending release.

“I’m close, Billy,” she panted, her hands gripping my shoulders. “Oh, God, I’m so close!”

I quickened my pace, my own orgasm building to an explosive peak. “Me too, Mary,” I groaned. “I’m going to come, I’m going to fill you with my cum!”

Her body convulsed around me, her pussy milking my cock as she climaxed, her cries echoing in the room. I thrust one final time, my own release washing over me as I emptied my hot seed deep within her.

We lay entangled, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. Mary smiled, her eyes filled with contentment. “That was… incredible, Billy. You’re an amazing lover.”

I smiled back, my heart filled with a mixture of satisfaction and adoration. “So are you, Mary. I’ve wanted this for so long, and it was even better than I’d imagined.”

She leaned up, kissing me softly. “This is just the beginning, my love. We have all night to explore each other’s bodies and fulfill our desires.”

As I held her close, my heart was filled with a sense of wonder and excitement. I couldn’t wait to see what other pleasures Mary Ellen had in store for me on this magical Christmas Eve. Little did I know, our night of passion was just the start of an adventure that would change my life forever.

The Captivating Neighbor

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I stood outside the large, wooden door, my heart pounding in my chest as I balanced the heavy grocery bags in my hands. It was just a routine delivery, but something about this particular house and its owner always made me nervous. Maybe it was her captivating presence or the way she seemed to see right through my shy exterior. I took a deep breath, adjusted my grip on the bags, and knocked, my knuckles rapping against the solid wood. “Coming!” a voice called out. It was her, Mary Ellen. My stomach fluttered at the sound of her rich, melodic voice.

The door swung open, revealing Mary Ellen in all her glory. Her red hair, like fiery silk, framed her delicate face, and her bright blue eyes sparkled with warmth and curiosity. She was a vision, a mature beauty that made my knees weak. Dressed in a loose-fitting silk robe, she exuded an air of casual elegance, as if she had just stepped out of a painting.

“Billy, dear, come in,” she said, her voice like honey. “It’s getting chilly out there.” I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. “T-thank you, ma’am,” I managed to stammer, stepping into the cozy foyer. The warmth of her home enveloped me, contrasting the crisp autumn air outside.

Mary Ellen took the bags from my hands, her fingers brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. “Let me take these. You must be tired after all that shopping.” I watched as she effortlessly carried the bags, her slender frame belying her strength. “N-no, ma’am. It’s part of the job. I don’t mind,” I replied, feeling my cheeks heat up.

She smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Nonsense. You’re a hard worker, Billy, but everyone needs a break. Come, let’s put these away in the kitchen.” I followed her, my eyes tracing the sway of her hips beneath the silk robe. The fabric clung to her curves, hinting at the sensual body hidden beneath. As we entered the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled my senses, mingling with the scent of her perfume, a delicate blend of roses and vanilla.

“Can I get you something to drink, Billy? Coffee, tea?” she asked, placing the bags on the counter. “Coffee, please,” I mumbled, my eyes fixated on her graceful movements as she prepared two mugs. Her robe fell open slightly as she reached for the sugar, offering a glimpse of her pale, smooth skin. I averted my gaze, feeling my face burn with embarrassment.

Mary Ellen turned, noticing my reaction, and a playful smile played on her lips. “Here you go,” she said, handing me a mug. “Careful, it’s hot.” I took the coffee, my fingers brushing against hers again, this time intentionally. Her skin was soft and warm, and I felt a surge of boldness. “Thank you,” I whispered, holding her gaze.

She stepped closer, her eyes locking with mine. “You’re welcome, Billy. I’m glad you’re here.” Her voice was low and sultry, sending shivers down my spine.

I set my mug down, my heart racing. “I… I like being here too,” I confessed, taking a step towards her. Mary Ellen’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Do you now? And why is that, young man?” I swallowed hard, my desire clouding my usual shyness. “Because… I like you, Mary Ellen. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.” The words tumbled out, raw and honest.

Her cheeks flushed, and she took a small step back, as if surprised by my forwardness. “Oh, Billy… that’s very sweet of you.” I took another step, closing the distance between us. “It’s not just sweet talk. I mean it. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now.”

Mary Ellen’s breath quickened, and I could see the desire mirrored in her eyes. “And what is it that you want, Billy?” she asked, her voice husky.

I reached out, my fingers gently caressing her cheek. “I want you,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with longing. “I want to make you feel good. To please you.” She closed her eyes, leaning into my touch, her lips parting slightly. “And how do you plan to do that, my eager young man?”

My confidence grew with her encouragement. “Any way you want me to,” I replied, my thumb brushing against her soft lower lip. “I want to explore every inch of you, Mary Ellen. To taste you, touch you…”

With a soft moan, she pressed herself against me, her body yielding to my touch. “Then don’t hold back, Billy. Show me what you’ve been dreaming of.”

I kissed her then, my lips claiming hers with a hunger that had been building for months. Her mouth was warm and inviting, and she responded with equal fervor. Our tongues danced, exploring and teasing, as if they had been longing for this moment.

My hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and waist, before sliding up to cup her breasts through the silk robe. She arched into my touch, her nipples hardening beneath my palms. I could feel her desire, her need, and it fueled my own.

Mary Ellen broke the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Oh, Billy… take me to the bedroom.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Grasping her hand, I led her out of the kitchen, my heart pounding with anticipation. The bedroom was just as I had imagined it—elegant and inviting, with soft lighting and a large, plush bed.

As we entered, I kicked the door shut behind us, eager to continue our passionate dance. Mary Ellen turned to face me, her eyes heavy with lust. Without a word, I began to untie the sash of her robe, my fingers trembling with excitement.

The robe slid off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra and matching panties. Her body was a work of art, with pale, flawless skin and curves that begged to be explored. I let out a low whistle, unable to contain my admiration.

“You like what you see?” she purred, running her hands through her hair, sending the fiery locks cascading down her shoulders.

“I love it,” I replied, my voice thick with desire. “You’re stunning, Mary Ellen.”

She stepped closer, her hands reaching for the hem of my shirt. “And you, Billy… you’re a handsome young man. I’ve always noticed your strong arms and that mischievous smile.”

I shivered as her fingers brushed against my skin, sending waves of pleasure through my body. “I want to show you how much I appreciate your compliments,” I whispered, pulling her close.

Our lips met again, this time with an urgency that left us both breathless. I unhooked her bra, revealing her full, rosy breasts. I bent down, taking a nipple into my mouth, and suckled gently, earning a soft moan from her.

“Oh, Billy… yes… that feels so good,” she whispered, her hands running through my hair, encouraging me.

I lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between kisses and gentle bites, before trailing my lips down her stomach, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. I could feel her trembling as my breath ghosted over her sensitive skin.

Reaching her panties, I hooked my fingers into the lace and slowly slid them down her thighs, revealing her glistening wetness. Mary Ellen stepped out of the delicate fabric, her eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, my voice hoarse with need. “I want to taste you.”

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Please… I want you to.”

I lowered myself to my knees, my hands gently parting her folds, revealing her swollen clit. I blew gently, watching as her hips bucked in response. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I ran my tongue along her slit, savoring her sweet, musky flavor.

Mary Ellen let out a sharp cry, her hands gripping my hair as I continued to explore her with my tongue, licking and suckling her sensitive bud. Her taste was intoxicating, and I wanted more. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness, as I continued to tease her clit with my tongue.

“Oh, God, Billy… I’m close,” she panted, her body trembling.

I increased the pace, my finger thrusting in and out, my tongue working her clit in quick, circular motions. Mary Ellen’s moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurred me on.

With a final, intense flick of my tongue, she cried out, her body shaking as waves of orgasm rippled through her. I held her, my arms wrapping around her thighs, as she rode out the climax, her juices flowing over my tongue.

As her trembling subsided, I stood, my body throbbing with my own need. Mary Ellen’s eyes, glazed with post-orgasmic bliss, met mine.

“Your turn, Billy,” she whispered, her hand reaching for my belt. “Let me show you how much I appreciate your talents.”

I could barely contain my eagerness as she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, revealing my straining erection. Her fingers wrapped around me, stroking gently, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

“You’re so hard,” she murmured, her breath hot against my skin. “I want to feel you inside me.”

I groaned, my hands finding their way to her hips, as she guided me towards her entrance. With one smooth motion, she sank down, taking me deep within her.

“Oh, yes…” she sighed, her eyes fluttering closed as she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm.

I clenched my jaw, trying to hold back my release, as she rode me with an expertise that belied her delicate appearance. Her moans and sighs filled the room, a melody of pleasure that drove me wild.

“Mary Ellen…” I gasped, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. “You feel so good…”

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against my chest, as she quickened her pace, her body moving in perfect harmony with mine.

“Yes… yes… just like that,” she whispered, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I’m close…”

I felt her walls tighten around me, her body tensing as she neared her peak. With a final, powerful thrust, I joined her, my release flooding into her as I cried out her name.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies still entwined, our hearts racing. Mary Ellen turned to face me, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

“That was incredible, Billy,” she purred, running her fingers through my hair. “You have a real talent, my dear boy.”

I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Mary Ellen. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine. “And this is just the beginning, my young lover. There’s so much more we can explore together.”

As her words sank in, I realized that this was just the start of something extraordinary. Mary Ellen, the woman I had admired from afar, was now my lover, and the possibilities of what lay ahead were endless.

Little did I know, our passionate encounter would be the first of many, each one more intense and intimate than the last. But that, my friend, is a story for another time…

Phone Sex With A MILF

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I’m one sexy MILF, and I can’t get enough young cock! I’d had phone sex many times in my life, usually with guys my own age, but I know age doesn’t matter when it comes to sexual compatibility. I have a teenage son, and some of his friends are fucking hot. He’s just started college and thank goodness chose to go to a community college so I can still see his friends that come around often. My son had just stepped out for a few hours to go help a friend of his with some car repair thing, when another one of his friends called and was looking for him. He’d forgotten his phone I guess, so his friend was calling the house phone to see if he was there.

This was my favorite one of all of his friends that was on the phone and I think he knew I liked him a bit anyway. He’d flirted with me before. He asked me what I was doing and I said just reorganizing the closet in my bedroom. He told me to go sit down on the bed. I knew it was a bit inappropriate, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing as he told me. I sat down. He told me to take off my clothes, which I did. Then I was told to lay back and open my pussy lips. I couldn’t believe I was going to have phone sex with my son’s friend in the middle of the day like this. I didn’t say no to one thing he asked of me. I was so turned on as this eighteen year old boy was telling me how to touch my pussy and how fast and how slow to rub it.

I could hear him masturbating too, he was just as turned on as I was. I could hear him rubbing his cock and stroking it hard. I was nearly at the brink of my orgasm when he told me to stop. I calmed down and was then instructed to rub it fast and hard and cum when he told me to. I came harder than I’d cum in years with this hot, sexy, teenaged boy on the phone. I certainly won’t let my son know about this, but I want to play with that young boy again, I can see this moving beyond phone sex with him.

Cougar Cub Phone Sex

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Cougar cub phone sex is very hot indeed. Personally I adore younger men and find them sexy as fuck, give me a hot eighteen year old any day of the week. I’m a cougar and have been lucky enough to be involved with a few different young men over the years. The latest is the boy next door, he and his parents moved in a few months ago and my bedroom looks right across to his and I’ve watched him jerking off several times with my lights out. I saw the light of his computer and got my binoculars out and saw him watching porn and stroking his young cock.

I invited him over under the pretense of doing some work for me and once I got that sexy, fit young cub in here I soon was showing him all I had to offer. My cleavage, my pussy when I bent over and oops, had forgotten to put my panties on. He soon got the idea and came over and kissed me and I grabbed his cock and soon had it down my throat and then was riding him hard in my bed. His nearly eight inch cock buried in my shaved cougar pussy.

I wanted him bare inside of me and that’s what got and he stretched me open and soon blew his load in my cunt. I have been coming up with all sorts of reasons for him to come over so we can fuck and his parents not suspect anything. Being a cougar is lots of fun, the young men know I’m still hot to fuck and I have a hell of a sexual appetite. Some young men call me up for cougar cub phone sex and want to hear all about my sexual adventures with the local boys, and I’m only too happy to tell you about what all I get up to with the neighborhood boys.

MILF Phone Sex

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Lots of guys are hot for MILF’s. The horny lady that’s just too filled with sexual desire for only her husband to handle. She might be looking at her college age son’s friends and wondering how she’d be able to get a piece of that young cock. Maybe you recall growing up and the mom of one of your friends was always a bit too friendly, maybe forgetting to wear a bra when you came over, brushing up against you a little bit too often for it to be an accident. Then MILF phone sex is for you!

One guy I knew said when he was in his late teens he and his friends would always hang out at a friends house that had a pool, and the mom was always letting her towel slip, wearing skimpy bikinis and pretending they hadn’t told her they were coming over and be lounging around when they all showed up. She knew what she was doing and they loved it, it drove them crazy, but they were too shy to make any moves on the mom of their friend, but they fantasized about it and I’m betting she knew that as well.

So many that are seeking MILF phone sex have had longstanding fantasies about their teachers or neighbors or friends of their mom that were around the house when they were growing up, they have the real hots for older, more mature ladies and all the experience they have to offer a young man. Personally I adore college age young men and find them the hottest of the hot. They may not have the experience, but they are eager to learn and please and are as cute as can be at that age with their firm bodies and sweet voices. So if a MILF is what you are dreaming of, give one of our sexy lades a call and see what we can do for you!