MILF is an acronym for "Mother I'd Like (to) Fuck", or "Mom I'd like to fuck". It was made famous by the movie "American Pie", though the origin of the term predates this (the term was already used for years on the Internet).
The term MILF is now in common usage, and denotes a sexually attractive older female, generally between 30 and 50 in age. Along the same lines as the "hot older woman" story genre, our Milf Stories section also includes "Cougars", who may not necessarily be Moms at all.
The slang word "Cougar" may be defined as a woman over 40 who sexually pursues younger men, typically more than ten years her junior. Milfs and cougars, hot older women / younger guy stories are what we serve up in here for you.
My eyes burned painfully from the lack of sleep. It had been a long shift, responding call after call with no rest. I was exhausted, hungry, and downright filthy. My body ached to where I just wanted to sit down and never get back up. I drifted off as our rig pulled back into the station. Two house fires, several medical calls and a bunch of false alarms made up my twenty-four-hour shift. Pleasant thoughts of my next four...
'Bobby, what is the horniest experience you have ever had?' Jenny asks after cleaning herself up and changing into her loungewear. 'You mean apart from fucking you?' I ask as I watch her prepare herself a sandwich, whilst wondering if that nice tight ass is hurting beneath those grey shorts she is wearing. She turns to me and rolls her eyes. 'I don't believe that for a minute. Do you want a sandwich?' I shake my head. 'No...
Summer walked home from the park in a daze, unable to think about anything but Harry and Scott and the worlds of difference between them. She had to talk to Harry about it somehow. What Scott had given her would not be denied, and things could not just stay the same. But how to even broach the subject? She knew Harry would be expecting sex tonight. It was Saturday, the only day of the week she could rely on him to want it...
I always jacked myself off in the bathtub. Warm water and soap lubricated my hand, letting it slide over my cock easily. I was a chronic masturbater. I did it at least once each day. I had been in the bath for about ten minutes when my nephew banged on the door and started yelling at me. He was a toddler and could not talk well, so I had difficulty hearing what he was trying to tell me. “Go tell Grandma what you want,” I...
It is just a chilly autumn afternoon, and the final year of high school begins for Edgar and his best friend Anton. None of them could ever anticipate what this day truly would mean to them and how it will completely change everything. Anton suggests going to his place and grabbing something to eat and maybe work a bit on their history project. Entering the old house, the two are greeted by Anton’s mother, Nicole, a tall,...
The temperature in the shop continued to rise with the mid-morning sun. Ryan had been watching the clock tick, second by second, for the last half hour, begging for his workday to be over with. Stacking heavy bricks painstakingly on each pallet sent his way. The sweat poured off of his body, soaking his jeans and making his t shirt stick to his body. His shaggy brown hair matted back in his drenched ball cap. Covered in d...
While he hoped he’d see or hear from Summer again, Scott felt he was being realistic when he assumed he wouldn’t. With his self-esteem lower than ever, the questions plagued him. Not that he didn’t want to, but what would a pretty young woman like her want with a sad old relic like him? Another angle had him thinking that even if she wanted to see him, would he want to carry on an affair with a married woman? Wouldn’t it...
Sal's wasn't that busy when we got there. The lunch rush had yet to start, and as usual, Brain walked right past the hostess and went straight to the buffet line. He filled his plate while Mary and I waited to be seated. The waitresses all knew us because we were there so often, and it was Brian's favorite place to eat. It had the best pizza and the largest buffet in town. The hostess sat us in a booth near the back of th...
It was another cold winter Saturday morning in February. My routine this time of year was to go shopping and run errands in the morning. I had already picked up my dry cleaning, stopped at the pharmacy, and was now walking into the grocery store. I’m a creature of habit and I always entered this store on the right side near the produce department. I liked getting those items first and putting them in the small area of my...
They worked around each other in the kitchen, preparing the kid’s ‘busghetti.’ They hadn’t said much on the short ride home or since arriving home apart from what was necessary to make dinner. She’d told him she could handle it alone, but he smiled, ignored her offer, and continued working. “You know,” she started as everything was cooking and they’d poured some wine, “We don’t have to do something with the kids next Satu...
Growing up, I spent a lot of time at my best friend's house. We would spend our days playing video games in his room in the basement until all hours of the day and night. His mom didn't mind as long as we were staying out of trouble. The lack of activity, playing video games, and eating junk food was a recipe for disaster. Brian's family was all heavy-set, but by the time we reached our senior year of high school, he was...
I jumped at the sound of the door opening behind me. There was no time to put out my cigarette. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Corey. His tall, muscular frame was silhouetted by the light from the kitchen. "What are you doing out here, Valerie?" The grin in his voice was obvious. "What are you doing out here? It's after midnight, for God's sake! Get back in the house." When he took a step toward me, I couldn't help but n...
It had been almost three years since Scott’s wife died unexpectedly while still in their early forties. He felt he was done grieving and had been looking for companionship for months now. Unsuccessfully. He’d dated a couple of times with work colleagues and had done the bar routine, but neither proved fruitful, and he didn’t even enjoy ‘the chase,’ as some called it, so he abandoned both paths. Visiting a playground loade...
Back in 1995, I had my first sexual experience. I was eighteen at the time. She was a grown woman, about ten to fifteen years older than me. Where do I begin? Right after graduating high school, I delivered newspapers first thing in the morning. I mostly took the job as an opportunity to work out on my bike. I had another, better-paying job later on in the day, but the extra money was good and I was keeping in shape. Star...
“I’m sorry, Daddy! Are you really gonna spank me?” Haley asked, continuing her naughty, little girl role. “Come with me, young lady!” Jack said as he took her wrist and led her to the bedroom, both smiling. He’d intended to sit on the bed, but then he noticed the perfect upholstered armless chair in the corner. He let go of her wrist long enough to move the chair away from the wall and sat down, holding both of her wrists...
