A new kind of MILF

It was the end of the summer holidays and my usual post-holiday blues had hit me hard at school. It was a boarding school and I knew I wouldn’t be able to go home for another 6 weeks, 6 weeks of boring lessons, angry teachers and stupid girls. I was 15 and small for my age, 5 ft 2″ to be precise. This put me at a huge disadvantage when it came to girls. Not because I had a small penis, in fact at 7 inches it was something many boys my own age envied, but girls never got so far as to see it. Instead, they would see my petite figure and presume they could do better. I was athletic with big bulging muscles, scruffy black hair and deep brown eyes and amongst the younger girls I was a hit, but they were all no older than 12 or 13 and to me that felt wrong. No, I liked older girls. Much older girls. So when I arrived back at school and went to say hello to my new house matron I was pleasantly surprised.

As I’ve already revealed, I like older women. My mum has always been something of a sex object to me and many a time I’ve had a good wank imagining her big boobs and wet pussy as I stroked myself to orgasm. It turned me on so much. You could always guarantee that when I walked passed a MILF figure on the street my 7 inch cock would be bulging under my boxers. With this in mind, you can imagine how excited I was when I entered matrons room and before me stood a fit older woman. She was in her late 30’s or early 40’s, no bigger than 5ft5″, tanned skin, brunette hair, sexy brown eyes, a wicked smile and only slightly chubby. To me she was super hot. Already my cock was stirring in my pants as I imagined her bent over her desk, moaning as I rammed her sloppy cunt with my thick dick. Any school blues were immediately forgotten

“Hi” she said smiling at me, “I’m Louise.” Her voice was slow and sexy, and her lips glistened with lipstick. I could almost feel them around my rock hard penis as she told me her name. No member of staff had ever introduced themselves to me using their first name and already I felt she would be different to the others. Of course there were other fit teachers at my school, but they were all conventional, law-abiding people who would never even think if a student topless, let alone have sex with them. With this in mind I replied putting on my deepest, silkiest voice.

“Hey there Louise, I’m George. I like the dress your wearing” It was true, I loved the dress she was wearing. It was light blue, velvet and clung to her seductive curves and petite breasts showing them off in a perfect way.

“Why thank you George” she giggled, smiling once again in her sexy, slutty way. “I’m glad you like it.” We stood for a few moments just looking at each other, me stupefied by her mature sex appeal and her just watching my eyes run over her body. “I’m new here George and it’s nearly supper, do you think you could show me where to go?”

“umm ohh yeah, sure” I said, suddenly snapping out of my lustrous gave. I walked her to supper, chatting about everything, trying to be as flirty as possible without giving the game away. However by the time we reached the dining room, my initial excitement had been quashed. Whilst we were talking, she had mentioned a boyfriend and immediately the school blues came back. Maybe my vision of fucking her juicy pussy would have to be put on hold for now.

3 weeks passed and still I didn’t get any action from her. I continued flirting with her and tried to act sexy whenever she was around but still nothing. She had broken up with her new boyfriend after only a few days and me and her had a good bitch about him, but she never acted upon my seductive starts. All that was about to change though…

It was a Tuesday, a sport day, and we had hockey. I loved hockey and was one of the best in the school, already playing for the 1XI.