Oh, the MILF. I had never heard the word before, but know it all too well now. I was just a broke college boy, looking for some extra cash. My dad suggested lawn care. He further suggested I look for work on one of the wealthiest streets in our city - Cherry Blossom Lane. His theory was the rich don't like to mow their own grass. Turns out Pops was right, but some of the residents needed more than just their lawns handled. 

Most of the lovelies on Cherry Blossom Lane were stay-at-home moms who often found themselves bored with kids at school and husbands at work. They were stressed from tending to both, always putting their own needs last, of course. And I turned out to be, well, a welcome distraction from their otherwise mundane lives. Like a typical young boy, I was horny 24/7. Although I could take matters into my own hands, so to speak, nothing compared to a tight pussy, or ass, as I would soon discover. My interactions with the hotties of Cherry Blossom Lane were mutually fulfilling for sure. 

~~~

Monday - Mrs. Adams

I hear a shrill voice yell, "Hi, Chase, darling," and turn around to see Mrs. Jenkins bleach-blonde head peeking over the fence. 

"Phyllis, it's not your day," fusses Mrs. Adams.

"I'm just saying, 'Hi,' Karen. Nothing wrong with that. Is there, Chase?" Mrs. Jenkins replies, oozing sugar from her voice.

"Hi, Mrs. Jenkins," I reply. 

"Chase, I just made some chocolate chip cookies, if you'd like to stop by after you mow," she purrs.

"Phyllis, I have all the cookies he needs," Mrs. Adams retorts.

Oh, boy. Am I about to witness a cat-fight? It is flattering that these two women are obviously fighting over me but it makes me a little uncomfortable too. Not sure what to do.

"Let Chase answer for himself, Karen!"

Oh shit. "Umm, thank you, Mrs. Jenkins, maybe another time," I decide to say. Mrs. Adams was correct this wasn't her day. 

"Well, alright. I'll see you Wednesday, honey," she says, unable to hide her disappointment. Then, I see her blonde head disappear.

"Honestly, that woman!" groans Mrs. Adams. I choose not to respond.

Mrs. Adams is the plain-jane mom next door. She is pretty, in a natural kind of way, with smallish features. Her clothes are nondescript, hiding her body - the complete opposite of show-it-all Mrs. Jenkins next door. But, get this woman behind closed doors, and a freak comes out to play.

I mow her yard while she sits in her patio chair pretending to read. But, I see her constant glances in my direction. I know what she has on her mind - and it isn't that book. After I finish mowing, Mrs. Adams makes her usual excuse to get me into her bedroom. I don't know why, but she plays this silly game where she acts like I am just going to innocently "help" her with something. Then while I am "helping", she grabs my dick and you will see where that always leads. 

"Chase, can you get something off the high shelf for me?" she asks.

"Sure, Mrs. Adams," I play along, following her up the stairs to her bedroom. 

She points to a shoebox on an upper shelf and I reach up and retrieve it. While my hands are holding the box, her hands grab my cock through my shorts. 

"You are so big and strong, Chase. Mmmmmm," she says smiling, still stroking me outside my shorts. 

"Thank you, Mrs. Adams," I say as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling my mouth in for a kiss.

She likes to play the wholesome housewife in front of her neighbors, but behind closed doors, she is the dirtiest of them all. 

We kiss as her hand reaches inside my shorts and grabs hold of me. Her hand tightens and she jacks me off good. This woman knows how to give a good handjob for sure. My dick throbs within her grasp. I unbutton her shorts and pull them down, along with her cotton panties. She pulls my shorts down as well and we shed the rest of our clothes and climb onto the bed. The sight of her hairy pussy always startles me just a little. The college girls I have been with shave their pussies bare. So, this is new to me. Kind of freaks me out a little. 

"Eat me out, Chase," she orders.

So, I go for it. I end up parting her hair with my tongue to get to her clit. There it is. Over that little bump in the road, I dive right in. As soon as my tongue hits her hot spot, her hips buck off the bed. I am doing this right, I think. 

"Easy, Chase. Don't go right to my clit. Pay some attention to my lips and pussy first. Slow down, hun," she instructs.

Okay. I guess I wasn't doing it quite right. I move my tongue down further, licking up and down her lips, exploring all the delicious folds of her pussy. I feel her hands twisting and grabbing my hair as her thighs squeeze against me. 

"Chase! Oh, God, don't stop! Don't stop!"

So, I don't stop. Lapping, flicking, swirling my tongue everywhere between her legs drives her fucking crazy. I pull back to get a good look at her pussy. The hair still throws me a little, but I am definitely aroused by the sight of her and breathe in her aroma. My fingers part her lips as I decide to dip my tongue inside. I have to hold her down as she tries to buck her hips up and down. My cock is hard as a rock from all her moans and groans of pleasure. 

Moving my hands behind her thighs, I rock her up, so I can get a peek at her asshole. There it is, a tight puckered brown hole. I want to explore it. Any college girl I had been with was scared of her ass and sure the hell wouldn't let me near it. I can't pass up this opportunity. My tongue flicks it and Mrs. Adams once again comes off the bed in excitement. 

My tongue swirls around and around and then I decide to dip a finger inside. I get the feeling Mrs. Adams will be into it. I am not wrong. 

"Chase! Yes, fuck my ass, Chase!"

What? Did I hear her right?

"You want me to fuck this ass?" I ask, as I finger-fuck her ass harder.

"Yes! Roll me over," she says. Then, she reaches for her nightstand, and withdraws some lube and flings it at me.

I can't believe this is happening. I roll her over and she gets up on new knees, lifting her hot little ass up for me. I tell myself this is just like fucking her pussy and move in. She helps me by reaching behind and spreading her cheeks for me as her face presses down against her covers.

I squirt a glob of lube on my cock and maneuver to her tight little opening. 

"Go slow at first, Chase," she requests.

I press gently against the opening of her ass, then withdraw. I repeat this over and over, each time working my fat cock in a little farther.

"Is this okay, Mrs. Adams?" I ask, nervous I might not be doing this right.

"You are amazing, Chase. It feels so good. Push in now. Now, Chase!"

I push my length all the way in as she deeply moans. I'm in. Oh, fuck! What a tight fit! And I start to fuck her. She pushes back against my thrusts, forcing me deeper. Fuck! Fuck! I won't last long as this feels too good!

"That's it, Chase. Fuck, Chase. So gooood!" she moans, giving me confidence.

I hold on tightly to her hips and fuck her harder, trying to keep from exploding. I count in my head to distract myself. 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ... 5 ... I feel like I am good if I can get to 20 before I cum.

"I'm cumming, Mrs. Adams. I can't hold it," I blurt out, half apologetically.

"Yes, cum, Chase. Cum!"

And with her permission, I shoot my cum into her clenching ass. I feel it squirting over and over. Fuck! This is the strongest orgasm I have had in a while. I pull out and roll over on my side panting. The next thing I know her hairy pussy is on my face. 

"Finish me, Chase. It will just take a few licks," she pleads.

My cum is dripping out her ass as I once again sift through her hair to find her hot little button. She is right, three licks and she explodes on my face. Writhing, shaking, leaking all over my face. Then, she slides down and snuggles up against me. I wrap my arms around her and we recover together, in each other's arms. She calls this time "aftercare" and tells me how important it is to women. When she has enough of this "aftercare", I dress, receiving a peck on the cheek, and one last grab of my cock.

~~~

Wednesday - Mrs. Jenkins

This blonde-bombshell mom lets it all hang out. She never wears a bra ... nipples poke through her top ... ass cheeks hang out her shorts. And her face always looks like she just left the Macy's makeup counter. She is super hot!. Really, really hot! And she knows it. 

She likes to fuck first and then lounges in her chair recovering from her orgasm, while I mow. I would prefer the opposite order as I am exhausted after fucking this mom, but she is the boss. 

Today, she starts the conversation with, "Chase, don't you think I have a nice yard?" 

"Uh, yeah, I guess," I respond, uncertain as to where this is leading.

"Would you say it is better than the other neighbors' yards?" she says pursing her red painted lips.

Oh, no. Warning! Warning! I know where this is leading now. I will not get trapped into saying who's grass is greener, if you know what I mean. 

"This is a nice street, Mrs. Jenkins. You all have very nice yards," I say, hoping she ends it here.

"But, Karen's yard is so ... plain. Don't you think?" she continues.

Oh, no. 

I make a bold decision and decide to close her mouth the only way I know how. I pull her into me and kiss her lips, rubbing my hands up and down her body. 

"Mmmmm, Chase. You want me, don't you? Say it," she commands.

"I want you, Mrs. Jenkins," I reply. And she leads me by the hand into the house. Problem solved. 

Feeding me fresh-baked cookies is how it always starts. She sits me on the couch in the living room, and straddles me, feeding me warm, baked cookies. And her cookies are delicious. Her fingers always linger inside my mouth as she feeds me, while her pussy grinds against the rock-hard cock raging in my shorts. My hands go straight to her enormous tits and rub her hard nipples. 

She has the longest nipples I have ever seen and she loves me to suck them - makes her crazy! I pull her stretchy top down in the front as a breast pops out and my mouth closes in on her hard nipple. 

"Chase! Oh, Chase!" she squeals. "I love your lips on my nipples! Bite one!"

I clamp down on one with my teeth and she grinds faster against me. Pulling on her nipple with my mouth revs her up even more. She pulls away and slides down to the floor between my legs. I look down at her big blue eyes and red lips, needing her to suck me now. Fuck, she gives good head. Her slender fingers with red-painted nail polish grab the top of my shorts and underwear and pull them down past my knees. In a second, her face is in my lap, licking my 8-inch cock up and down the shaft.

"Mrs. Jenkins! Damn!" I moan.

"You like that, Chase? You like my lips on your cock. Tell me. Say it, Chase," she says, in between licks.

"I like your lips on my cock, Mrs. Jenkins," I say with ragged breath.

"Do you want me to put your whole cock in my mouth, Chase? Say it," she says looking up at me.

I try to form the words, "Mrs. Jenkins, put my cock in your mouth."

And she does. Slides me in slowly, inch by inch, with her tongue swirling underneath my shaft the whole time. Fuck! Did I tell you this woman gives good head? 

I feel my sensitive head hitting the back of her throat. She takes my hands and winds them into her blonde hair, wanting me to take control. Grabbing hold, I thrust my hips up from the couch, fucking her face. I won't last long, this feels so good.

"I am close to cumming," I sputter.

She abruptly raises up and straddles me, easing her wet pussy onto my needy cock. Oh, fuck! She bobs up and down while moving my hands to her tits. 

"Do you like my pussy, Chase? Tell me you like my pussy," she whimpers.

"God, yes. I like your pussy, Mrs. Jenkins."

I yank her top over her head, freeing her breasts. Kneading her mounds, leaning in to suck her nipples, while she impales herself with my fat cock. Oh, fuck! 

Up and down on my cock she rides. I thrust my hips up to get deeper. 

"Chase! Chase!" she cries out.

"I am about to cum, Mrs. Jenkins," I moan.

I see her hand move down to rub her clit. My own hands continue to roughly squeeze and pinch her nipples. I can't hold back any longer ... balls tighten ... and I shoot my first load of cum up into her pussy.

"Mrs. Jenkins!" I call to her.

She throws her head back and screams, panting and screaming out her orgasm. I feel her wetness around my shrinking cock. My lap feels wet from our leaking juices. She leans forward and kisses me as we both come down from our orgasms. After we gather ourselves and dress, I have to head out back to mow. Ugh. 

~~~

Friday - Mrs. Smith

I am unloading my mower from the back of my truck when Mrs. Smith comes running out her front door, her big titties bouncing.

"Hi, Chase!" she yells, waving, and excitedly bouncing up and down.

I wave back at her, surprised those big honkers don't bruise her chin. She is the mother of triplets and I guess her body grew a lot with her pregnancy. Her boobs are huge jugs that bounce with every move of her body. And her ass ... whoa ... the Kardashians have nothing on her. She leads me into the back yard to start work.

Like the others, she likes to watch me mow. And like the others, I like her watching me. After I fill up the tank with gas, I strip off my shirt, giving her a nice show of my guns. She sits down in the lawn chair, watching my every move. My cock stirs from being watched so intently by this sexy woman. It's a scorching hot day and I am sweating in no time. I know she is getting hot herself watching the beads of sweat dribble down my chest. I take my time mowing, knowing she is getting hornier by the minute - meaning a better fuck for me later. 

As I make a turn and steer the mower back in her direction she pretends to drop her book on the ground. She lifts her edible ass out of her chair and seductively bends over to retrieve her book, giving me an amazing view of her round, plump cheeks. My dick stands at attention showing her my appreciation. It's time to pick up the pace with the mower now. Ten more minutes pass and I finish the job. 

"Great job, Chase!" she says as she sashays over. "Now come in and get cooled off."

I know what this means by now. "Cooled off" actually means "heated up." Here we go.

We walk into her kitchen and she pours me a glass of lemonade. When handing it to me, she splashes it all over my naked chest.

"Oops, clumsy me, Chase. Let me clean that up for you," she says leaning forward to "clean" up the spill with her tongue. Her tongue laps at the lemonade dripping from my skin, while my fingers grab hold of her fire-red hair. I guess today we will be fucking in the kitchen. 

"Oh, Chase, I am so sorry I made a mess. Are you going to spank me?" she asks with hope in her eyes. 

"Yes, Mrs. Smith. Bad girl! Bend over the table!" And I turn her around and roughly bend her over the kitchen table. She cries out as my fingers find the waistband of her leggings and quickly yank them down to her knees. I am not surprised to find a sexy thong underneath. Her big ass cheeks are exposed, so I leave her thong in place. I rare my hand back and deliver a hard smack to her left ass cheek. Smack!

"Chase!" she squeals.

I raise my hand and spank her right ass cheek. Smack!

"Bad girls get spanked!" I growl.

"Chase! Oh, Chase!" she squeals again.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Fuck! She is so hot bent over this table, cheeks getting pinker with each swat of my hand. Adult spanking is new to me, but I fucking love it. I was uncertain about doing it when she first told me she wanted me to spank her. Wasn't this kind of abuse or something? But, her obvious pleasure from it encouraged me and now I look forward to spanking her naughty ass every time I come over. The power I feel fucking turns my cock to steel. 

I spank her ass good until it glows hot pink. She bucks against the table, rubbing her mound against the edge. I do something I have never done before and bend over taking a big bite out of her juicy white peach.

"Ow!" she yells, but obviously loves it. "Fuck me, Chase! Fuck meeeee! Stick your big cock in my pussy!" she begs.

I think with the triplets, she is very efficient in all things. She never wants much foreplay, just a spanking and then straight to fucking. Whatever she wants is fine by me. I enjoy all the different sex styles among the MILFs.

I pull down my gym shorts, slide the string of her thong over, and steer my rigid cock straight into her dripping, wet cunt. She isn't as tight as the others, but still a great fuck. Ever heard of a pussy hug? Well, she does this thing ... this incredible thing ... where I feel her pussy walls tighten around my cock. Kind of like her pussy is repeatedly hugging my cock. So fucking good! 

I get in my rhythm and push in real deep, pull back out, pause, then plunge back in harder than before. The table squeaks with each thrust and its legs scratch against the floor, blending in with her moans and groans. I love to watch her ass cheeks ripple and shake each time my cock plunges. I about blow my load listening to the sound of my balls smacking between her legs. To spice it up a little, I give her intermittent spanks, causing her to scream. 

As her moans get louder, I reach around the front and strum her hot little clit. 

"Chase! Fuck me! Make me cum, Chase!" she screams.

I rub her clit with one hand while the other holds her in place so I can fuck her harder, forcing her body to absorb the brunt of my thrusts. My balls are tightening, but I want to wait for her. I continue to fuck her hard, listening for her tell-tale signs that she is close to cumming.

"Cum, damn it!" I bark at her, knowing she loves it. "Now, Mrs. Smith!"

"Chaaaaaaaasssseeeee!" she yells as her body explodes. 

"Fuck!" I growl.

I unload my hot cum in her pussy as it contracts around my cock. Her legs quiver and shake with her release. I push two more times until I have fully unloaded into her. Damn!

~~~

So, I attended to their "lawns" for the next year, until I earned an internship in my major. These women left a lasting impression on this young boy for sure. These were experienced, sexy, vivacious, often salacious, women who definitely gave as good as they got. 

Ahhh, Mrs. Adams. Well, she taught me the pleasures of ass play. This was just one of the benefits of an older woman - experience. They just have a hell of a lot more experience and fewer inhibitions to boot. Mrs. Adams also helped me improve my pussy-licking techniques with her gentle coaching.  Something future lovers of mine would surely appreciate. 

Mrs. Jenkins was probably the most attractive of the MILFs. No one had ever sucked my cock like her and now I can give a few tips to future cocksuckers in my life. I hadn't talked as much during sex with other girls, but I actually liked communication. It made it better to tell each other what we wanted and liked. I definitely looked forward to Wednesdays and cookies with Mrs. Jenkins.

What do I learn from Mrs. Smith? Well, for one, I learned the value of a "quickie." Second, I learned about the appeal of a little pain thrown into sex. I would have never thought an adult woman would get turned on being spanked or that I would get turned on giving the spanking. Third, she introduced me to my dominant side. That was a role I definitely would explore further in my future relationships. 

To those who question my relationships with these women, I say, "Don't knock a MILF until you've taken a good dip in one."