Nicole the MILF and Her Morally Questionable Actions; INCIDENTS 1-5, EDITS

***Due to some publishing denials I cut two sections, sorry I guess. Maybe I’m wrong in the head***

First off, I haven’t written anything in years, something possessed me this last week and all I did was work on this. Very strange behavior, don’t expect anything else for a while, if ever.

The following is a fantasy (as in porn fantasy) story about an abnormally well hung teenager and a MILF. The major theme here is mother/boy. Contrary to my older written works, this is not a xxx story filled with fucking, this is more sensual and erotic. Romantic even.

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Nicole the MILF and Her Morally Questionable Actions
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(Author note; this section was left as it establishes too much setting and I’m a lazy writer, nothing sexual happens)
A young boy’s scream caused Nicole Sawyer to look up from her paperwork. Looking out from her deck she could see the lakeshore and two young boys playing in the water. The scream was not of distress and Nicole relaxed. The boys were her son, Daniel, and his new friend, Manny. Nicole was happy Daniel had made a few new friends already. She was worried that moving across state right before he was to start middleschool was bad timing. Her divorce, and settlement of, allowed her to buy some lakefront property in a small mountainous town, away from the mess. The lake was no doubt also a boon to Daniels new friendships. The biggest issue for Nicole was the commute to her job of head nurse at the state hospital, although it was a manageable issue.

Tied of paperwork, she laid down on her pool chair. The boys were playing in the water, while she was up on the deck getting some sun in her one piece suit. Not that she needed the tan. Her license claimed she was 38, but her slender tight body persuaded people she was in her early thirties. Nicole was blessed with a fast metabolism and a cooperative body. The little exercise and working-out she did, kept her body fit and healthy. Her breasts, a modest C, were still firm enough to go braless on occasion, her hips, wider from childbirth, only accentuated her also still firm round ass. She was ready to get back out into the dating world with or without the tan.

INCIDENT #1- Discovery
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INCIDENT #2 – Contraband
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INCIDENT #3 – Pandora’s Boxer-Briefs

(Author note; this is years past the opening and the boys are now teenagers)
The night was hot and humid, probably one of the hottest on record. The small lake house had every fan running but Nicole held off on turning the AC. They would manage. Earlier in the day Daniel and friends enjoyed the lake, but now only three teens remained, and would so for the night. Nicole was in the kitchen sipping wine, reading, leaving the teens alone.

Suddenly she heard her son call out to her. Nicole begrudgingly made her way to the den.
“Hey mom, can we get a pizza?”
“You just ate, like literally twenty minutes ago.”
“Yeah, like twenty minutes ago.” Daniel replied sarcastically.
“Ugh, fine. What do you all want? Where’s Manny?”
“Pepperoni, obviously, Tim wants peppers, Manny is upstairs.”
“Right.” Nicole sighed and turned back to the kitchen. Just as she did Manny came barreling down the stairs in a tshirt and pair of jogging shorts. The jostling of the movement made Manny’s bulge sway and throw its weight around. She glued her eyes to the bouncing pendulum.
“Uh…excuse me Ms, Sawyer.” Manny said sliding past her into the living room.
“Oh, yeah, sorry, I thought…I saw a centipede.” Nicole lied.
“I put out I bug traps today, I swear!” Daniel bemoaned from afar.
“Okay…” She replied from a fog.
Nicole waited for the pizza, the pizza came, the boys ate, then the boys passed out from all the food. The entire time Nicole drank wine.

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It was late night now and still hot. Nicole was awake laying spread eagle on her bed in only an old tshirt and pair of blue stripped panties. The room was vibrating only slightly. Or maybe that was her head. She had hoped the wine would allow her mind to drift elsewhere but it was exclusively repeating a montage of Manny’s bulge swaying and bouncing down the stairs.

She had attempted to masturbate several times, but guilt and disgust would creep back into her head.
Suddenly a small electric shock rippled through her pussy and Nicole become very aware of the fact Manny was below her, not more than twelve feet away.
He was asleep… asleep…in those shorts…very easy…very easy to peak…nobody would know….nobody…and NEVER again…i am a nurse after all….its just…medical curiosity….

Nicole rose off the bed and quietly made for the door and hallway. Her drunken singular goal pushed her out the door and down the stairs without putting on any more clothes. It was no sexy lingerie but the tight panties on Nicole’s firm curves would be more than enough to obliterate the little teenager’s minds if she were caught.

Nicole tiptoed through the dark into the den, careful to avoid the known creaking floorboards. She was surprised at her own muteness. Maybe she would make a good thief? Nah, she hated leather. The den was pitch black from a moonless night. The only lights came from various electronics and the kitchen night-lite. Waiting, her eyes adjusted enough to make out shapes.

Daniel was a dark lump on the big chair and the other teen, Tim, was on the floor. Nicole froze nervously while she tried to make out which way Tim was facing. After a minute in the dark, she determined he was facing away, and that all three boys were indeed sound asleep. She tiptoed and kneeled down in front of Manny who was on the couch.

She couldn’t see the bulge but knew it was there. All she had to do…was reach for it.
Looking back on this incident, Nicole would not be able to admit if sobriety would have changed her decision.

She reached out softly, bumping into his still smooth legs. Her hands moved up searching. Her fingers curled as they touched the fabric to his shorts. Nicole pushed onwards, running over the jogging shorts, and reaching the waistband. Her drunken mind was focused with almost medical precision as she hooked the waistband and slipped the the thankfully smooth material downwards. After what seemed like eternity she knew the shorts were clear.

Without anymore hesitation Nicole reached out and sealed her fate. It was warm. It was prominent. It was huge. She ran her hand over the boxer-brief covered cock ending at the tip and running back up to the base. He was five inches soft, she was sure of it now. And the thickness! Probably another five in circumference! All soft, warm, and muscular. There was no way this teen could be so massive, and still growing! She continued softly running her hands back and forth over the concealed member, lightly tugging on the end. Her pussy was dripping from the covert action. The alcohol told her to find out how big it could really get. Gently, but firmly Nicole squeezed Manny’s dick. Ever so slightly she pulled down stretching him, pulling at the underwear. It was time to feel it…skin to skin…

Just as she was about to hook the material of his boxer-briefs, Tim coughed. Nicole almost jumped out of her skin. She shot straight to her feet, throwing her hands up as if were the cops who had caught her. It took every ounce of drunken strength to keep from screaming.

The moment passed and nobody else stirred. Nicole, wide awake now, knew it was time cash-out. She quickly and less carefully slipped Manny’s shorts up, gave the bulge one last pat, and speed back up to her bedroom.

In her room she masturbated furiously climaxing several times, screaming into her pillow, and praying the boys couldn’t hear her. Nicole was now visualizing Manny, and she acknowledged it. Yet, didn’t care.
Tonight she acted on inappropriate urges, but never again. She would keep her perverted thoughts and actions to herself now.
Nobody would ever know.

INCIDENT #4 – Exposure or: How I learned to stop worrying and love the MILF

Two years had past and everybody had moved on. Daniel and Manny grew more mature, were busy with preparing for senior year, and had girlfriends now.