M.I.L.F

I walked down the road, wearing only my swimming trunks and sandals. A towel was draped over my shoulders, and music blared into my ears from my Mp3 player. The day was hot, and I was walking home from the lake alone, after swimming with some friends. I was halfway home, when I looked over my shoulder and saw a familiar vehicle driving toward me. It was my friends car. I signaled for him to pull over, and he did. The passenger side window rolled down, and I peered in.

It was my friends car alright, but it wasn’t him driving it. It was his mother, Suzanne.
Suzanne was an attractive woman. She had my friend young, and was not as old as some of the other mothers around She was actually only 33. Suzanne had nice long blonde hair that was pulled up into a ponytail today, and sexy blue eyes. Her lips were nice and full, and she wore red lipstick on them. She had nice big tits, which she covered with a white tank top, and a little sexy stomach. Her ass was killer. Nice and full, it seemed to stretch the ass out of her pants sometimes. To sum her up, she as a blonde bombshell. A total M.I.L.F

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I said. “I thought you were ________”.

“You did?” She said smiling sweetly. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

“Oh- no, you’re not a disappointment, you know I always like seeing you.” I winked. Ever sense I’ve know what sex was, I wanted this woman. I used to flirt with her jokingly when my friend was around just to piss him off, and I now do it out of habit.

Suzanne giggled. “Stop it!”

“Sorry.” I said. “Force of habit.”

“It’s ok… did you want a ride or something?”

“Uh… ya, I guess. If it’s not to much trouble.”

“Well, it kinda is.” She said jokingly. “You might have to pay me back.” I opened the door and sat in the vehicle.

“What do you have in mind?” I replied.

“Come back to my place and you’ll see.”

As we drove to her house, which was a ways past mine, the thought ran though my head that if this was a porn, I’d pay her back in sex. The fantasy made me smile, and I started wishing it would come true. Suzanne had been divorced about a year, and as we drove I discovered that she had just dropped my friend off at some ones house, and he wasn’t expected back until tomorrow. We’d be home all alone.

We pulled into her drive way, and she parked in their garage. Even though she was a single mom, Suzanne was doing quite well for herself. We go out of the car, and she led me into the house. There was a stack of boxes waiting inside the door.

“I’ll drive you home…” She said, placing one finger on my chest. “If you take these boxes down stairs for me.” I tried to hide my disappointment. “Hey,” She said. “What did you expect? I don’t give out free rides. Now, I’m gonna go hop in the shower for a minute… I just got back from the gym.”

Suzanne scurried off, and I did my chore. When I finished, I waited on the couch for her to get out of the shower. She finally came back, wearing a house robe. She was all dry now, the only sign that she was every actually wet was her hair was slightly darker.. “Want a drink, sweetie?” She asked.

“Ya, sure. Water’s fine.” She left for the kitchen, and came back with two cups.

“I’ll take you home as soon as I’m ready to go. Sound good?” I nodded. “Until then, you can keep me company.”

We sipped on our water for what seemed like ages, making small talk. Eventually, I asked. “So, are you dating anyone?”

“Goodness, no. I don’t have the time for dating.”

“No time? Maybe I could bring you out sometime.”

She laughed. “That’s sweet, but you’re to young for me.”

I decided to tease her, and act innocent. “To young to bring you to a restaurant? I didn’t know there were laws against who you can eat with.”

“Well, no… that’s not what I meant… I just-“ she blushed.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed. I was just kidding.”

Suzanne sighed. After a lengthy pause she said. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“You’re actually the only male who gives me any attention.”

“What? No way.”

“It’s true. Because I have a kid, no man wants anything to do with me! I guess being a mom made me ugly.”

“Oh come on, you’re not ugly, you’re a M.I.L.F!” I blurted out.

“A what?”

“Uh… a … nothing.”

“What’s a milf?”

“It’s nothing… just… it means you’re pretty. “

”Aww… that’s sweet. I’m gonna tell my son you told me I’m a milf.”

“No!” I exclaimed.

“Oh, come on. You flirt with me all the time when he’s around. It won’t hurt him to know you think I’m pretty.”

“I know… but…” There was silence.

“Does it really mean I’m pretty? Or does it mean something else?”

“Kinda…. I dunno.”

“I see.” Suzanne said. “Well. You ain’t going home until you tell me what milf means.” I racked my brains for answers that would sound like they were true.