MILFs — Part 3

MILFs – PART 3

“So, Mona, how was the massage. Was he as good as they say?” said Betty that evening, sipping her second glass of pinot noir. The three women sat on the bed in Mona’s cabin, methodically going through another several bottles of wine. They had had to send Mark down the hill with the car that afternoon to get a fresh supply.

“Oh, I highly recommend it,” said Mona, a hint of a smile on her full lips. A stray drop of red wine lingered there, and she licked it up. “It was….very relaxing.”

In truth, while Mona had enjoyed her morning massage cum fuck with Mario, it had left her feeling strangely empty and unsatisfied afterwards. It was like she had said the day before – she wasn’t that interested in just fucking. She was seeking emotional fulfillment, not just sexual fulfillment, and she had no emotional connection with Mario whatsoever. He had been, simply, convenient, a good hard fuck by a man in love with his cock. She had already resolved not to go back to him for another massage, although she figured he was just what Betty and Constance needed.

“Come ON, Mona,” said Constance, adopting her habitual right-up-front way of speaking. “You can’t just leave it there! What did he do?”

Mona laughed, rolling her eyes skyward. “Well, let’s just say that Mario has very nice hands, strong fingers….great technique…a lot of imagination…”

“I guess we’re just going to have to find out for ourselves, Constance,” said Betty, pouting. “You get him tomorrow, and then me the day after that. Then we can compare notes.”

“Oh, you’ll find out, all right,” said Mona. “But I wouldn’t want to ruin the element of surprise for you two.”

“Bitch,” said Betty.

“Slut,” said Mona.

“Whore.”

“Cunt.”

The two sisters suddenly broke out laughing.

“What, is this some kind of comedy routine you two worked out?” said Constance, laughing too.

“Yeah, when we were teenagers,” said Betty.

“Well, don’t let Mark hear you,” laughed Constance. “He might discover your true nature.”

“God forbid!” said Betty.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m pretty careful around Mark,” said Mona. “I wouldn’t want him to grow up TOO fast.”

Constance glanced at Betty, as if to say ‘too late!’. She turned back to Mona. “Mona, honey, he’s eighteen. You said yourself that you saw him jerking off, for heaven’s sake! I don’t think he’s all that innocent. He’s probably fucking his brains out!”

“But he’s really shy around girls,” said Mona. “I can’t imagine that he’s having sex with any of them.” She paused for a minute, suddenly reminded of something. “You know what he was looking at when he was…you know…?

“No, what?” asked Betty, perhaps a little too eagerly.

Mona paused again, suddenly not sure she should tell them. But it was too late, she had already betrayed too much, and they weren’t going to let her off the hook. “Well…he had a porno magazine he was looking at. I found it in his drawer afterwards.”

“Okay, Mona, I’ll bite. What kind of porno magazine?” said Betty.

“How many kinds ARE there?” said Mona.

“Lots!” replied Constance, laughing. “There’s porn for all tastes. Where have YOU been?”

“Well…it had a lot of pictures of young men with older women. You know, women in their thirties, even forties. It was called “MILF”.

“Ohhh, my God!” said Betty, blushing.

“What?” said Constance. “What in the world is a MILF?”

“I’ve seen that before, on one of the porno sites Jimmy looks at,” said Betty. Jimmy was Betty’s husband. “The ones he doesn’t think I know about. MILF stands for ‘Mothers I’d Love to Fuck’’’.

Mona nodded. “That’s what it said inside. I think he likes the idea of having sex with older women.” She had a sudden thought, and her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “He hasn’t said anything to you, has he Constance?”

“Moi? I’ll never tell,” said Constance, smiling. If she only knew, she thought to herself.

“You leave him alone, Constance!” said Mona. “You’re old enough to be his mother yourself!”

Constance laughed. She had no intention of leaving him alone. “Evidently that’s what he likes. Who knows, Mona, maybe he wants to fuck his pretty mom. Did you ever think of that?” She arched an eyebrow.

“Oh, come on, Constance!” protested Mona, trying her best to look like the thought had never crossed her mind for an instant. I’m glad she can’t read MY mind, she thought to herself. Or can she? “Mark would never think of doing that in his wildest dreams!”

“Oh no? It’s not as uncommon as you might think, Mona,” said Constance. “Psychologists even have a name for it. And it’s not like you aren’t sexy or anything. Any normal, red-blooded young man would love to fuck you.”

“Never!” insisted Mona. “I know Mark.”

Mona drifted off into another reverie while Betty and Constance chattered on. Constance glanced at her once or twice, smiling and thinking to herself that the seed she had planted in Mona’s brain might just have taken root.
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“Here, you can hide in here while I set things up,” said Constance, ushering Betty into the walk-in closet in her cabin. “Relax, Betty, it’ll be fun! You can do this!”

“God, I haven’t been this nervous since I had a date with the captain of the football team in high school!” said Betty.

Constance turned to look quizzically at Betty. She had changed into a sexy white silk chemise and matching panties. “Well, did you fuck him?”

“Of course I did, all the girls fucked him!” she said, remembering. “Or at least sucked him off. But he wasn’t very good. Too selfish, and WAY too fast.”

“Oooh, don’t you just HATE that?” said Constance, wrinkling her nose “You’ll like Mark better, trust me. Now shut up and close the door, he’ll be here soon!”

Betty closed the door and shrugged off her coat. Underneath, she wore just a black lace negligee. She had not even bothering with panties.

It was after midnight. Betty had gone to her cabin to change her clothes after the party in Mona’s cabin had broken up. After waiting a decent interval, she had put on her coat and walked quietly to Constance’s cabin.

Earlier that day, at the pool, Constance had made arrangements with Mark to meet her there tonight. He had readily agreed, eager to once again plunge his stiff cock inside the sexy redhead’s marvelous pussy.

Betty and Constance had come to an agreement later that afternoon, while exercising on the spa’s gym equipment. Betty had thought about Constance’s idea for hours, wondering if she dared go through with it. Mark was her nephew! But the more vividly Constance had described her sexual tryst with Mark the night before, the more Betty’s resolve had weakened, and the more her arousal had grown. In the end, the demands of her long-neglected body had overruled her better judgement. She made up her mind – with Constance’s help, she would fuck her own nephew. If — and it was a big if — he wanted to.

Mark knocked on Constance’s door ten minutes later, dressed in gym shorts and a tee-shirt. She opened the door, and he immediately took her into his arms, kissing her and holding her against him. Her hands slid up his back under his shirt as she returned the kiss hungrily, her lips parted, her tongue avid.