Naughty Gym MILF (Part 1)

Naughty Gym MILF

It had been a long day, but it had been a good day. I just finished wiping down all the equipment at Power Gym and now I was back at the front desk, waiting for Hank, the guy that would take over when my shift ended.

I worked the front desk, signing people in and giving them membership forms, and when no one was coming in during the down hours I wiped the sweat off the machines and put the free weights back where they belonged.

You might think this was a terrible job, but at this point in my life, just one year out of high school, I was glad to have a job that paid more than minimum wage, and it wasn't all bad, I got to meet a lot of interesting people, in fact, here comes one right now.

The big glass front door of Power Gym swung open and in walked a sexy MILF I'd met earlier named Gina Reynolds. Gina was about forty-five, but she had a body better than most twenty-year-olds. She told me she was at Power Gym seven days a week either working out or training someone else. She was Power Gym's head trainer and she'd probably forgotten more about weightlifting than I ever knew, her brain was like a database of fitness.

"Hi, Mark," Gina said.

"Hi, Mrs. Reynolds."

She shot me a stern frown. "Mark, under no circumstances will you call me missus, I want you to call me Gina, even though I am old enough to be your mother."

"Yes, ma'am," I teased.

Gina shook her head and handed me her Power Gym card. I scanned it. The computer beeped and I told Gina to have a good workout.

When she walked passed my desk I leaned forward to get a better look. She wore an extremely tight pair of yoga pants with a crazy blue, white and grey design, the tight fabric allowed me to see every curve. On top, she wore a matching sports bra and her bare midsection was toned and tanned to perfection. Gina had long brunette hair that hung down to the center of her back.

I licked my lips as I gawked at her, wishing I had my hands all over her tight booty. I leaned just a little bit farther over the desk to get a longer view, then Gina turned her head and looked back at me.

I pushed away from the desk and stumbled back, almost yanking the expensive computer into the floor.

"Shit, that was close," I muttered.

I took a seat behind the front desk and tried to catch my breath. It took me a minute. I didn't want to get in trouble on my first day. I shouldn't have done that, now Gina's gonna hate me.

Over an hour later, Gina came back by the front desk. When she didn't say anything to me I thought I was dead meat, but right before she walked out the big glass door she turned and looked at me, "Mark, you working tomorrow?"

"Yes, seven to three."

"Why don't we have a training session after your shift ends ... If you think you can handle it."

I was so surprised I couldn't speak for a second. "Sure, sure," I said. "Sounds great. I'll bring my stuff."

Gina's eyes brightened, "definitely bring your stuff," she said, then she slid out the door.

I watched her through the windows all the way to her SUV in the parking lot.

"Yes ... Yes! Yes! Yes!" I couldn't wait for my training session with the hot MILF.

Ten minutes later, Hank came in and relieved me of my duties. We chatted for a few minutes then I raced home.

I was barely in my apartment before I had my hard cock in my hand. I dropped onto my faded brown couch and started stroking furiously, trying to recall every single detail about Gina. Those tight yoga pants hugging her perfectly round ass. Her bare back and abs.

"Oh fuck." I gripped my cock, stroking up and down. Pre-cum leaked from my tip. I was incredibly hard.

I thought about Gina's big tits in that tight sports bra, begging to pop out of the top. Her perfect smile, those luscious lips, and all that thick brunette hair.

"Oh fuck!"

I stroked faster.

My balls clenched.

I lifted my hips off the couch.

"FUCK!" A huge squirt of jizz erupted from the tip of my cock and landed on the floor. My cock pulsed and another stream followed, then another before the rest of my load dribbled out onto my fist. I imagined Gina licking it all up, her face covered with my creamy load. "Oh, Gina," I muttered.

I had a huge mess to clean up.

The next day I showed up at Power Gym bright and early. I was so excited about my training session I didn't know if I'd be able to make it through my shift.

I signed in a few members then I made my rounds wiping off the equipment and putting the barbells, plates, and dumbbells back where they belonged. Some people never put their weights up.

I did this same routine just about every hour, and I think I looked at the clock every fifteen minutes.

I grabbed an energy drink from the cooler by the door, they allowed employees a few free drinks per week. I sipped the lemon-lime drink and ate a granola bar with chocolate chips that I bought from the vending machine, employees weren't allowed those for free.

I finished off my drink and tossed it in the recycling bin when I heard a familiar voice. "Hi, Mark."

I turned back to the entrance and smiled, it was Gina. I looked her up and down and almost forgot to speak. Her outfit today was nothing short of incredible. Gina had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail. Her top was a pink sports bra that showed off a pair of hard nipples. Her ripped abs were bare and the grey shorts she wore were so tiny I doubted that they covered her ass, they barely covered her pussy and I could see a visible outline. Honestly, it was too sexy for the gym.

"Mark?"

"Oh-uh-hi, Gina."

"You're so cute. You ready for our training session."

"Sure, sure," I said. "Let me go get changed. In the locker room." I pointed.

"Yeah," Gina said. "I don't think you should change right here."

I blushed before I grabbed my bag and headed for the locker room. I changed quickly and met Gina by the freeweights.

"I love to do a little warmup stretching," she said. "See if you can keep up."

Gina spread her legs into a wide stance and bent forward, then to each side, then she popped back up and rolled her hips in circles to the right, then to the left. It was the sexiest warmup I had ever seen. I was glad we were facing a mirror, that way I had a great view. I only had one problem, my hard cock was trying to make itself known. I managed to tuck it away when Gina wasn't looking but with all the movement we were doing I knew it would be back.

"All right," Gina said. "I'm feeling pretty good today, let's do some squats."

"Okay," I said.

We walked over to the rack and I put the bar at shoulder height. "Ladies first."

"Thank you," Gina patted my arm as she stepped up to the bar. She planted her feet, ducked under the bar and lifted it off on her shoulders. She slowly lowered into the squat position, then came back up.

I took a step back and admired Gina's ass. I was right about those shorts, they barely covered anything, and when Gina came up out of the squat position the muscles in her legs and butt flexed beautifully. I could watch it all day.

Gina put the bar on the rack and turned around, "you're up."

I did my warmup set and racked the bar. Gina started adding weight. With each set they got heavier and heavier and before Gina's last set she said, "I'm going all out on this one, every rep possible to burn out my glutes. On the fifth rep I want you to spot me."

"How do I do that?"

"When I'm in the up position, standing up straight, slide in right behind me and actually do the squat with me, don't be shy about it I really want to work those muscles."

I gulped. Slide right in behind her? My cock started throbbing.

"Ready?"

"Ready," I said.

Gina lifted the bar on her shoulders and took a step back, she did three squats.

"This one is gonna need some help," she said and followed it with a deep breath.

I stepped up behind her, so close I could smell her sweet perfume mixing with her fresh sweat, an intoxicating scent.

"Where do I put my hands?" I asked nervously.

"Right under my upper arms for support. And go all the way down with me. Ready?"

"Okay," I gently reached around her and got my arms ready. I scooted in. I was so close to her ass. My hard cock was almost touching her.

"Here we go."

As we squatted her ass went right into my crotch. It felt so good. My cock pushed right against her and when she started back up I felt her ass flex. Wow!

"Two more," Gina huffed and puffed. "Ready?"

"Go for it," I said.

Gina dropped down again, pressing her ass into me. A shiver went up my spine. This was amazing. Truly, my lucky day. We went all the way down and back up. Then we did it one more time. On the last rep, I thought I might explode when Gina paused at the bottom. She pushed the weight up with just enough help from me and put it on the rack.

I tried to stand in a way that would hide my erection, but it was the first thing Gina looked at when she turned around.

"Nice job," she said. "Those last few reps can be really tough. My glutes feel so nice and tight right now."

"Yeah," I said.

Gina giggled, "I guess you got a good feel of them too. You getting a good pump from our workout? Feeling it down there? " she glanced down at my crotch then back up to my eyes.

"Y-Yeah," I muttered.

"I'd hate for you to get any aches or pains in your lower body," Gina looked around the gym quickly. "Let's go upstairs, maybe some light stretching could help you out."

I followed her upstairs where the cardio equipment was, it all faced the parking lot and looked out through a big window. Behind all that equipment were a few empty mats for stretching.

"Sit," Gina pointed to a mat.

She got behind me and rubbed my shoulders. Her hands slid down my back and around my abs.

"You have a nice, firm midsection," she said. Then her hand slid over my throbbing cock. It was like the biggest explosion of fireworks.

"Gina, is this ... "

She slid her hand inside my shorts and squeezed my cock.

"Is this what?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said.

Gina purred in my ear and stroked my cock up and down.

I gasped. It felt so good finally getting some relief after getting all worked up. Pre-cum made my head slippery, Gina's hand was all over it. She stroked me slowly and smoothly, much different from the tight grip I usually used. Much better.

"How's that feel?" Gina whispered in my ear.

"Amazing," I managed to reply.

She stroked me some more, then cradled my balls in her hand. "They're so tight, so full. I want you to empty them for me. I want you to cum, Mark. Didn't you like it when I shoved my ass against you?"

"Yes," I panted. "I loved it."

Gina picked up the pace, stroking faster. "Show me Mark, how much did you like it?"

"OOOHHHHHH!" I moaned. I had a huge load on the way. What if someone came upstairs?

"That's it," Gina said. "How much did you like it?"

Fuck! I couldn't hold back. "OOOHHHHHH! I'M CUMMING! YES!"

Gina tightened her grip and milked me as my balls clenched and stream after stream of hot jizz filled my shorts. She squeezed out my entire load and kissed me on the neck as the rest dribbled out.

She pulled her hand out of my shorts and licked a drop off jizz off her finger. "Post workout shake."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"I have a good idea," Gina said.

"I'd love to hear it."

"Why don't we have another training session tomorrow."

"That sounds great," I said.

"Okay," Gina said. "Same time."

I watched her bounce up and walk down the stairs. I laid back on the mat and stared at the ceiling for a minute. Was this all just a dream?

Once I finally made it downstairs I saw Hank at the front desk.

"Mark, how's it going?"

"Pretty good, you?"

"Great man. Hey, I saw Gina come down the stairs and she sure was chipper. You know anything about that?"

The smile on Hank's face proved that he actually knew all about that.

"Maybe," I shrugged.

Hank looked around then leaned forward, he spoke quietly, "be careful man, Corporate has got cameras all over this gym, they catch two employees together, that'd be it for the both of you."

I looked down at the desk. I really needed this job, but Gina was such an amazing MILF. Fuck.

"Hey, I'm not telling you what to do," Hank said. "I'm just warning you."

"Thanks, Hank. I really appreciate it," I headed for the door. "Hey, Mark."

I turned around, "yeah?"

"One day you gotta tell me all the details. ALL the details."

I smiled, "you got it Hank." Then I walked out the door.

The next day I was working the desk when Gina came in. She was looking hot in a tight pair of orange yoga pants with black trim and a matching sports bra.

"There's my big man," Gina said.

She had her hair down today and she tossed it over her shoulder when she spoke.

"Hi, Gina," I said.

I had decided a little fun wasn't worth losing my job over. I had to stay strong. "I don't think we should have a workout session today."

"Me neither," Gina said. She ran her hands up and down her thighs. "I'm so sore today it wouldn't do me any good." She leaned over the desk. Her sports bra was cut so low and fit so tight.

I quickly looked away.

"What I was thinking," Gina said. "Was a hot oil massage."

Fuck. How tempting can she get?

"Come on," Gina grabbed my wrist and jerked me around to the edge of the desk. "You're going to love it."

"Gina. We can't." "Why?"

"Look, Hank said there were cameras all over. I could lose my job. I need the money. You could lose your job too, don't you love training people?"

"Oh come on, Mark, it's just a harmless massage. Nothing more."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Is it?"

"Yes!" Gina jerked my wrist again. "Now come on."

I let her pull me to the private room. My muscles were a little sore and a massage sounded really good. Especially a hot oil massage.

Gina pulled open the door and yanked me in, she quickly closed it and locked it. She turned on the lights.

The only two things in the small room were a light green massage table and an oil heater on a small table.

"Me first," Gina said as she yanked her top over her head. Her breasts were more perfect than I imagined, with nice, red nipples that were hard and ready. She shimmied out of her pants, then stripped off an impossibly small black thong. Gina was smoothly shaved. Her naked body looked even better than I imagined.

She laid down on the table. "Start on my legs."

"Yes, ma'am."

I got a big handful of warm oil and started just below Gina's knees, kneading her calves. I worked my way up her firm thighs and slid my hands very close to her pussy. My cock grew hard. I made sure to rub both thighs evenly and really squeezed her firm muscles.

"Go on up," Gina purred.

I made my way up her sides and rubbed all over her firm abs. The oil made her skin so shiny and slick, her body felt amazing under my fingers.

"Feel those tits," Gina said. "All natural." She had her eyes closed but she smiled.

I squeezed her big breasts. I loved having those firm nipples under my palms.

"Mmmm," Gina moaned. "Do my back." She rolled over, showing me one of the nicest asses I'd ever seen.

I started at the bottom of her legs, but it wasn't long before my hands were gliding over her firm rump.

"Mmmm." Gina moaned again as my fingers brushed her smooth pussy. I ran man hands over her ass and down her legs.

Gina's head popped up, "it's your turn. Strip down, lay on your back, and close your eyes."

I followed Gina's orders. My cock stuck straight up, twitching in anticipation.

"Keep those eyes closed," Gina said.

I felt something on either side of my thighs. Gina's hands? Then I felt an incredible tingling sensation at the tip of my cock. Warm oil slid down my shaft, covering me. Then an even more incredible warmth covered my cock.

I opened my eyes and looked right at Gina, head leaned back, mouth hung open as her pussy sank down on my cock.

"Gina! It was supposed to just be a massage!"

She wiggled her hips, sending electric shocks through my cock. "So you want me to stop?" She leaned forward, her face just inches from mine.

"Fuck no," I grabbed a big handful of silky hair and pulled her in for a long kiss.

My hands traveled down to her ass and right as I gave it a big squeeze and a slap she started riding me like a wild woman.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned.

Her pussy slid up and down on my cock, gripping my shaft and getting wetter and slicker with each fuck.

"OH YES!" Gina sat up and squeezed her breasts. "I've never had such a big, young cock!"

"I've never had such a hot pussy!"

The warm oil all over Gina's body made it so fun to grab her everywhere. I especially loved the feel of her nipples all slicked up. I squeezed them as I bucked my hips, bouncing Gina on top of me.

"OH! OH! OH! OH! I'M GONNA CUM! OOOHHHHHH!" Gina yelled.

She looked so hot, and she felt so good writhing on my cock, it was more than enough to send me over the edge. Giving Gina a massage had worked me up so much I was surprised I lasted this long.

"OH FUCK!" I yelled.

I lifted my hips off the massage table and spurted my load deep inside Gina's hot, MILF pussy. My cock was like a firehose, pummeling Gina's insides with thick jizz. When I was finally done, Gina collapsed on top of me.

"That was so good," Gina kissed my cheek and nuzzled my neck.

"Incredible," I said.

"Same time tomorrow?" Gina whispered.

I didn't even have to think about it. "Yes."

As it turns out, Hank was right. Power Gym had camera's everywhere, and a week after my massage with Gina a Corporate HR person came to town and promptly fired my ass. I thought I was doomed until Gina showed up at my apartment. She said she needed a pool boy and her husband was willing to pay top dollar for someone trustworthy. I took her offer and we had many training sessions out by her pool. It was the best job I'd ever had.

The MILF's Secret

My ringing phone woke me up too early on a Saturday morning. I rolled over and looked at the clock on my bedside table. Six forty-two am. Too damn early.

I snatched the phone off the table. It was my friend, Tim Abrams. I had to answer.

"Hello," I said.

"Hey Sean, it's Tim."

"What's up?"

"I need a favor."

"Just say it."

"Mom's got me cleaning out the attic. She says if I don't get it done I can't go up to the lake with Jessica this weekend. Will you come help me out. It's way worse than I thought."

"Tim, aren't you a grown man nearly twenty years old, why do you have to answer to Mommy?"

"Because I still live under her roof," Tim said.

"All right, all right. I didn't mean it, I'm just cranky because I didn't get my nap out."

"I'm sorry about that," Tim said. "I'll make it up to you. I'll pay you for your time and buy you lunch."

"Tim," I said. "You can buy me lunch all you want but there is no way I'm letting you pay me. We are friends."

"Thank you, Sean," Tim said.

I hung up. I rolled over and let out a big sigh, then I got up, put on some old jeans and an old shirt, slipped into my shoes and headed over to Tim's house.

I knocked on the front door of the big, two-story brick house in the middle of Hampton Hills nicest neighborhood. Tim's mom opened the door.

"Hi, Mrs. Abrams," I said.

"Oh, Sean. Don't start with that Mrs. Abrams stuff around me, now that you're all grown up just call me, Tiffany. I'm not that old, am I?"

"Of course not, Tiffany," I said with a smile.

Tim's mom was probably forty-five but she didn't look it. She kept up with the trends and she was really into fashion. Today she wore a tight pair of ripped jeans and a form-fitting black sleeveless top. Tiffany Abrams still had a great figure, and with her smile and that wavy platinum blonde hair she was quite the MILF.

"Tim's inside. You can go on up and join him. You're too good a friend, Sean."

"I know," I said.

Tiffany patted me on the arm as I walked by and went up the stairs. It felt good.

"Tim?" I called out.

At the end of the hall I saw a ladder coming down from the ceiling. A pair of legs dropped down from a hole in the ceiling onto the top step.

"Hey, Sean," Tim said.

My poor friend was covered in a layer of dust. His brown hair looked gray.

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"An avalanche of old boxes happened to me," Tim said.

"Is it that bad?"

"Come look for yourself."

I climbed the shaky ladder and stuck my head into the attic. Boxes were piled up everywhere. Junk was strewn all around. The rest of Tim's house was so neat and clean, the attic looked like a hoarder's paradise.

"What have you gotten me into?"

"Sorry," he said. "But if I'd told you the truth you wouldn't have come over."

"That's probably true." I climbed into the attic and looked around, unsure of where to start. It was a little overwhelming.

"You wanna start on one side, I'll do the other and we can meet in the middle."

"Sure," I said.

"Organize the good stuff and throw out the rest," Tim said.

"Gotcha."

I stepped over and around box after box to reach the back corner of the attic. I had to squat down where the roof was slanted. I opened a very old box and looked inside. A fluffy pink sweater was on top, I moved it out of the way and saw a stack of magazines and ancient VHS boxes, hadn't seen any of those since I was a kid.

I flipped over one of the magazines, it was heavy and slick. When I saw the cover I could tell it was an old men's magazine, the kind with lots of softcore nude pictures inside. The cover model was a beautiful blonde. I grabbed the next magazine, it was another one. I had hit the jackpot. I looked at one of the VHS covers, It was titled, Girls of the South, and that same blonde was on the cover wearing a pair of Daisy Dukes and a skimpy plaid shirt, she was washing an old classic car. I looked at that VHS cover, then at the magazine cover. I looked at the eyes, the mouth, the hair. I knew that girl, only she wasn't a girl anymore, she was a mom, Tim's mom! Holy shit!

I closed the box.

"Find anything good?" Tim yelled out.

Yeah. Hell yeah I did. I found nude pictures and video of your MILF mom.

"Nah," I said.

I slid the box back in the corner. I had to get that one back to my place. But how?

I cleaned out a few more boxes and found one full of model cars. I had an idea.

"Hey, Tim. I found a bunch of old Hotwheels, you mind if I keep them?"

"You like those?"

"Yeah, you know I'm into cars, and I got a small collection of these from when I was a kid."

"Sure, you can keep them. I would just sell them anyway."

"Thanks," I said. "I put a layer of Hotwheels over the fluffy sweater that was hiding the magazines and VHS tapes.

"Go ahead and make a trip to the curb and put that box in your car. The more we get out of here the better," Tim said.

"Okay," I stacked up the boxes full of junk and put the good one on top. I carefully carried them down the ladder and down to the front door. I saw Tiffany folding laundry as I walked by.

"Oh Sean, let me help you. I'll get the door."

She dropped the shirt she was folding and scampered to the door, she held it open for me. I stepped out to the sidewalk and put the stack down. I grabbed the top box and put it on the hood of my car. I came back and carried the rest to the curb for trash pickup. I set them down by the garbage can and when I looked up Tiffany Abrams had the box on my car open. She had the VHS tape in her hands.

Oh fuck.

Tiffany dropped the VHS back in the box and put her hands on her hips. "Sean. Come here."

"Tiffany. I-uh-"

"You found something, didn't you. Tell me one thing Mister, did Tim see these?"

"No," I shook my head.

"Thank God, because if he did ... "

"I'm sorry."

Tiffany grabbed the box and went inside with it.

Fuck.

I trudged back inside and up to the attic. I kept cleaning out my side of the room and didn't find anything else as exciting as the magazines and tapes. Tim and I went on like this for hours, cleaning, arranging, and sometimes getting lost in an avalanche of boxes. It wasn't until well after lunch that I finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

"We're so close," Tim said.

"Yeah."

"I know you've gone above and beyond helping me out here today, Sean, but would you do me one more favor?"

I put down a very heavy box that kicked up a cloud of dust. "What do you have in mind?"

"Would you please, please, please finish this up without me. If I left right now I could pick up Jessica and be at the lake in time for a pre-twilight boat ride."

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?"

"Please," Sean said. "I'll make it up to you. I swear."

"Fine."

"Thanks, man." Tim scurried down the ladder.

A few minutes later I heard him say bye to his mom, slam the front door, and take off in his car.

I grabbed a stack of boxes and carefully carried them down the ladder. I had about three more trips up and down the ladder then I'd be done. I was going slow, but my brain must've been zoning out because my right foot totally missed the bottom step and I tumbled right into the hall dropping every box in a huge crash.

Tiffany was up the stairs in a flash, "what happened?"

I moaned.

"Sean, are you okay?"

She pulled boxes off me until I saw her sweet face looking down at me like an angel from above.

"Come on, Sweetie. Sit up. What happened?"

"I dunno. I guess I wasn't paying attention and missed the last step." "Oh no, are you okay?"

Tiffany's hands were on my shoulders, then my arms, then my knees. "I'm fine."

"Let me help you up. Let's go downstairs."

Tiffany draped my arm around her neck and we slowly walked downstairs. I really was fine, but all this attention from a hot mom like Tiffany was too good to pass up. She put me down on her couch.

"Don't move a muscle. I'll be right back."

I watched her wonderful ass as she left the room.

She came back a minute later with a cool washcloth. She sat on the edge of the couch, her thigh pressed against my thigh and she wiped my face and neck clean.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine. I'm good now Mrs. Abrams-I mean Tiffany-sorry. You've nursed me back to health, now I can finish up the attic."

"Nursed you back to health?" Tiffany's tone changed. "You think you're a real jokester don't you?"

"What?"

Tiffany pulled the washcloth away. "Don't play dumb with me." "Tiffany. I dunno what I said, but I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

"Are you being honest with me, Sean Milton. I've known you since you were a little boy and I can tell when you're making up a story."

"Honest," I said.

Tiffany left the room. She came back a minute later holding something behind her back, she moved her hands forward. It was a magazine.

"So you didn't see my Naughty Nurse photoshoot?"

"No! No Ma'am. I didn't look, at any of them, just the covers."

Tiffany kept a stern look on her face, but her blue eyes were bright. "You're lost."

I already knew that.

"Tiffany. I know I shouldn't have taken those magazines and tapes, but it's always been a bit of a fantasy."

"A fantasy?"

"Yeah." Did I hit my head? Why was I confessing this? "You know, friend's hot mom, that kind of thing."

Tiffany stared at me.

My insides squirmed as I waited for a reaction. Something. Anything.

Tiffany walked over to the couch, hands on her hips. "You think I'm hot?"

I nodded. "Well, beautiful really, or gorgeous."

She smiled a warm friendly smile. "Sean, you did a really nice thing helping Tim clean the attic out, and I told him he was being a dick for leaving you to finish it. I think a nice guy like you deserves a reward."

"Really?"

"Yes," Tiffany tossed the magazine into my lap. "Check out my photoshoot, page forty-five."

I looked up at my friend's hot mom. "Now?"

She nodded.

I flipped through the old car, camera, and cigarette ads until I was on page forty-five. I saw a very young Tiffany Abrams wearing a short nurses uniform with a red belt, a little white hat was in her permed blonde hair, she had red cross dangly earrings and white stockings and heels.

"Wow," I muttered.

"What was that?" Tiffany asked.

I looked up at her, "you were-are-you are ... hot, Tiffany."

"Turn the page."

I flipped the page and Nurse Tiffany had her top open. I licked my lips when I saw her delicious pink nipples. I wanted one in my mouth. On the next page she was bent over, showing her white thong from the back. My cock was so stiff I thought it might explode.

"You like looking at my pictures?"

"Yes."

"Turn over to the centerfold."

I turned the page again and opened it up. It was like unwrapping a Christmas present. The spread showed Nurse Tiffany with her uniform completely open. She was on a bed, lying on her side with one knee arched up. Her white thong was long gone and I could see a thick brown bush and pink pussy lips. I was speechless.

"I know you like that one," Tiffany said. "Show me what you were going to do with these when you got them home."

I gaped at her. "Show you?"

"I know what boys do with these magazines. Now show me."

"Uh-ok."

I slowly sat up. My cock was rock hard. I slid my hand into my pants and grabbed it. It felt so good, not just touching it, but knowing Tiffany Abrams, my friend's hot mom, was watching. I stared at the picture and stroked my cock.

"Is that how you'd do it if you were all alone at home. I think you might pull your cock out."

She was right. I pulled my hand out. I unbuttoned and unzipped and pulled my jeans and boxer shorts down all at once. My cock pointed straight up.

"Ooh, Sean. You've got a big one."

"Thanks," I said.

"Now do what you do."

I looked at the beautiful picture, at Tiffany's naked body, her tits and pussy. I stroked my cock. I looked up and saw Tiffany watching me, a big smile on her face, her nipples poking at the fabric of her shirt. I closed the magazine and looked right at her. She ran her hands over her breasts and squeezed her nipples.

"Cum for me," Tiffany said.

I was so worked up that was all I needed to hear. I stroked hard and fast. My balls tightened up and I leaned back on the couch.

"AAAHHHHHH!" I groaned.

A huge spurt of jizz fired from the tip of my cock and landed on the floor.

"Yes, Baby!" Tiffany moaned.

I kept stroking as more spurts followed. I cummed about a gallon of jizz before I was finally done. I let out a long sigh and relaxed on the couch holding my leaking cock.

"Good show," Tiffany said. "I think I'll let you take that box of goodies home after all, but only under one condition."

"Name it," I said as I pulled my pants back on.

"You come back tomorrow and finish what you started."

"Yes, ma'am."

The next day, I went over to Tiffany's house thinking I'd finish up the attic and offer to do any other chores she needed done. Tim was still at the lake so it would be just me and her.

I knocked on the door.

No answer.

I waited. Knocked. Waited some more. I was about to give up when I thought I heard music from the backyard, so I walked around to the gate and opened it up.

The scene before me looked straight out of a movie, not just any movie, but Girls of the South, the VHS tape that Tiffany had given me.

She was wearing a tiny pair of Daisy Dukes and a plaid shirt tied up right underneath her big tits. She had the garden hose on and she was washing the car and getting herself quite wet in the process.

"Hey there, Sean."

I didn't say anything. I just stood there staring at a real-life version of a movie scene that I jacked off to last night, once I finally found a working VCR.

Tiffany sprayed me with the hose, bringing me back to the real world.

"Tiffany, you-"

"Recognize this pose?" she asked.

She turned around, put her hands on the hood of the car, stuck her ass out and looked over her shoulder at me.

I nodded.

"Why don't we make a new version of that scene. Where my son's hunky friend joins me."

She didn't have to ask me twice. I was already next to her. She turned around and splattered me with the hose, drenching my shirt and jeans.

"Guess we'll have to take those off," Tiffany said.

She dropped the hose and pulled my shirt over my head, then dropped to her knees and yanked my jeans down. She didn't hesitate once I stepped out of them, she pulled my boxers shorts down as well. There I was naked in my friend's backyard with his hot mom.

"Mmm, that is such a nice cock, Sean. I'm so glad you're a grown man now, and we can both enjoy it."

My erection pointed right at Tiffany, it pulsed up and down, begging for her attention.

"What do you want me to take off?" Tiffany asked.

I reached forward and untied her plaid shirt, exposing her big tits. They looked just as good now as they did in the magazine years ago. Her nipples were nice and hard, ready to be sucked, but I had to get Tiffany's shorts off first. She had already unbuttoned them, so I pulled them down. Tiffany didn't wear any panties so I got a full view of her dark bush. I couldn't help myself, I buried my face in it. Her feminine scent engulfed me. I licked her lips and thrust my tongue inside, tasting her sweet juices.

Tiffany propped a leg on the tire of the car so I had better access to her pussy. I pushed my tongue deep inside her.

"Yes, Sean! Yes! Yes! Lick my pussy!"

That made me go at it that much harder. I loved her taste and she got wetter and wetter with every lick. I circled her swollen clit and teased it. I

enjoyed every second of eating her sweet pussy and it didn't take long for it to pay off.

"YES SEAN! FFFUUUCCCKKK! YES! YES! YES! I'M CUMMING!"

I grabbed Tiffany's round ass and buried my tongue in her cunt. She quaked and quivered and doubled over and grabbed my head as a wave of passion washed over her body.

Her pleasure excited me and my cock bobbed up and down, desperate for a hole.

"Holy fuck," Tiffany said.

I popped up next to her and she leaned against me.

"Who taught you how to eat pussy?"

I shrugged. "The internet."

"Well that's one more thing it's good for. Damn. Sean, your poor cock looks like it's about to burst."

"I think it just might."

"Not just yet," Tiffany said.

The sexy blonde milf turned around and put her hands on the hood in that famous pose, only this time she was totally naked and when she looked over her shoulder she told me, "my pussy is all yours."

I stepped up behind Tiffany and grabbed her around the waist, my hard cock rested in the crack of her ass. She had a sponge from washing the car filled with soap suds, she squeezed it out over her shoulder and doused her back and ass. She moved her booty up and down, teasing my cock as it slid between her cheeks like a hot dog.

I grabbed my throbbing cock and slid it up and down Tiffany's pink lips. She felt so soft and wet. I shoved inside her and her warmth and tightness made me gasp.

"Oh fuck!" Tiffany said.

She leaned forward.

I grabbed her hips, grunted and pumped in and out of her.

"Fuck, that big dick feels so good inside me!"

I thrust even harder. I was building up to a huge orgasm. Tiffany's tight pussy gripped and squeezed me. I couldn't hold back much longer.

"I love your hot milf pussy!" I said.

I reached forward and squeezed those perfect tits. I pinched her hard nipples and Tiffany started to tremble. That urged me to go faster. My mind said slow down, but my cock wasn't listening.

"OH FUCK! YES! YES! YES! I'M CUMMING!" Tiffany yelled.

I shoved all the way, until my balls stopped me.

"ME TOO!" I yelled.

I spurted a hot stream of jizz deep into my friend's mom. I gasped and squeezed out another stream, followed by another and another. It felt better than I ever imagined.

"Ohmygod! You just filled my pussy."

I couldn't even respond. I was still riding the wave of orgasm. My cock was too sensitive to even pull out. I leaned against Tiffany, still squeezing her tits.

She turned her head and gave me a light kiss. "All right big boy, pull on out of there. I promise you can do it again sometime."

"Really?"

"Yes," Tiffany said. "I'm gonna need a lot more of that big thing, and Tim will be going away for an entire week for college orientation."

"That sounds great," I said.

"It sure does. We can reenact all of my famous video scenes."

"I guess I'll need to do my research then."

"You better," Tiffany said. "But you save all those big loads for your friend's hot mom."

"Yes, ma'am."