A MILF's Desperate Needs

By W.D. Lekker

When a dangerous storm hits, Ben finds himself in his neighbor's dark home. Sherri has had a few glances of wine, and with her husband and her two sons out of town, she decides she needs company to ride out the storm and the resulting power outage. She has something particular in mind, and Ben quickly learns that beneath her suburban mom interior lurks something far more torrid.

Warning! This 6000+ word short store contains graphic and explicit depictions of anal sex between consenting adults. It is mean only for readers over 18.

Excerpt:

A hard gust of wind rattled the windows. A large creaking sound slowly groaned, but that came punctuated with snap. No doubt, the tree outside Sherri’s home just snapped. The noise frightened her, and she jolted into my side, wrapping her arms around mine. Only, that dumped the contents of her glass onto her sweatshirt. Mine went right into my laps, soaking through my pants and my underwear. For a moment, she trembled, but she let go eventually.

“Crap, I’m so sorry about that. Ben, the other truth is this: I’m afraid. This storm scares me, and –and, I don’t know. I’m afraid to ask.”
“Don’t. Go ahead.”

“Would you mind staying here tonight? Please? I’ve been jumping at every noise.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll stay.”

“Thank you!” She snuggled into me even more. “Oh, thank you so much.” Tentatively, she touched my soaked jeans. “We should get you out of those. I’m sure Todd is roughly the same size as you.” She set our spilled wine glasses on the coffee table. Then, picking up a flash light, she grabbed me by the hand and led me up to her bedroom.

For a moment, I stood there rather awkwardly. Sherri set the flash light onto her queen-sized mattress and rummaged through her husband’s dresser drawers until she found a pair of sweats. “Here try these.” She tossed them

I caught the sweats and dropped them onto the bed. I thought the darkness around me would afford some privacy, so I slipped my sneakers off and dropped my jeans and underwear. At the same time, she slipped off her wine-drenched hoodie and dropped it into her hamper. I thought she was going to continue to root through the drawers for something to wear. Only I realized something too late: she was standing at her husband’s dresser, not hers. So, when she turned, she caught a full view of my penis. I got more than a good look at her round, pert breasts. My eyes naturally drifted down to her breasts, and my dick must have grabbed her full attention. Only, she didn’t shriek out of embarrassment; she didn’t rush to hide her chest from me with her arms. As for myself, I was stuck in moment of awkwardness, so I didn’t instinctively turn or try to conceal my manhood. Eventually, our gazes returned upward, and we looked into each other’s eyes. Another long moment passed.

“You like what you see, Ben?”

I don’t know if all the way had just given me instant bravado.
Apparently, it did. “I always thought you were very beautiful.”

“You’re too kind.” Her eyes drifted downwards. She bit her lower lip before looking at me again. “Wow, you’re much bigger than my husband.”

I’m sure the darkness concealed an instant blush. “Oh, don’t say that.”

“But it’s true.” She crept a little closer to me. She looked down again. “It’s so true.” She drew to the point where she was invading my personal space. Only, I didn’t protest. She averted her eyes. “Todd is a good man. He’s a very good man, and I love him dearly.” She sighed. “But he’s not very good in bed.” Her nose brushed against mine. “Are you good in bed?” She clutched me by my shirt and drew me close to her. Her breasts pressed against my chest. Her lips brushed against mine. “Sometimes, I actually dream of sex. Nearly even one of them lacks my husband.”

“Sherri,” I whispered. “This is wrong.”

“I don’t care,” she murmured ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: SmutHouse
• Release date: Nov 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301639168

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A MILF’S DESPERATE NEEDS

By W.D. Lekker

Copyright 2012, W.D. Lekker

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A MILF’S DESPERATE NEEDS

Sherri and I lived inland by 70 miles, so when the storm hit, our conditions were certainly not as bad as those who lived on the coast or in high rises in southern Manhattan or any of the other New York City boroughs. It started late in the day, and it grew heavier as night descended. In truth, our town experienced more wind than anything else. We could hear it whistle by our windows, creak the tree branches by our homes. Sometimes, if you listened very carefully, you could hear a tree trunk splintering. So, as the storm raged on, we could hear the frightening effects. Once the power went off, 3G data service remained on our phones, and we could see the devastation unfold in website updates on a nearly hourly basis. Of course, I am using the plural we, but let me back up a bit. We were not always a