Coffee, tea, or Milf?

By Laura Lovecraft

Cory is upset. First he has to give up his room and sleep in the crappy spare room downstairs because his mother's friend Savannah from Texas is coming to stay for a few weeks.

But a bigger problem is Cory is having trouble with girls. Since breaking up with his high school sweetheart and the only girl he had ever slept with, Donna, he has lost his confidence. Even when the girl is more than ready to go, he shies away afraid he won't be able to.

But things are going to change and for the better because Savannah is a smoking hot redheaded Milf who is recently divorced and more than ready to show a good looking young man exactly how to please a woman!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laura Lovecraft
• Release date: Nov 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311234643

Laura Lovecraft

Support me on my new Patreon!Like her famous namesake, Laura was born, raised and still resides in historic Providence, Rhode Island. This Lovecraft's writing however, brings thrills of a completely different kind! Don't let that pretty little pout fool, erotica’s bad girl is not for the faint of heart!Although Laura has dabbled in many genres and kinks, she's most famously know for keeping it in the family. Over the years, Laura, who with tongue firmly in cheek, refers to herself as the queen of the taboo, has built a reputation for having a unique style.Aside from some of her 'one handed read' anthologies and an occasional short piece, Laura is known for writing long, slow burn stories full of conflict, character development and an attempt to make such an extreme kink as incest, somewhat realistic and believable. In the words of Laura "My smut has depth dammit!" but no worries, she knows what taboo-and all erotica fans come here for-and she delivers the heat as few can.So don't stop at this bio, check her out for yourself and browse her over 200 titles

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Coffee, Tea or Milf?

By

Laura Lovecraft

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Coffee, Tea or Milf?

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Chapter One

Hey, Cory, you almost done? Mom yelled from down the hall.

Yeah! I called out from my room, I just have to get my lap top together!

Okay, but try to hurry, Savannah will be here soon and she’s had a long flight and might want to rest.

Well, God forbid, she waits another ten minutes. I muttered as I got down on my knees and began untangling all the wires from my various devices on my desk.

Don’t be a jerk, Cory. Mom startled me from my doorway. It won’t kill you to sleep downstairs for a couple of weeks.

Looking over my shoulder as I began unplugging everything, I saw mom leaning against the door and said, I don’t know why she has to come up here. We have a guest room.

Guest room? Mom laughed. It’s your father’s old den that he stuck a bed in when I got sick of him coming home drunk and he didn’t take it with him when he left. It’s not a real bedroom.

Standing, I closed my lap top and started putting my speakers and other odds and ends on top of it. So a woman you haven’t seen in years get’s my room and I get the crappy room?

Mom rolled her eyes and gave her long blonde hair a toss. Cory, Savannah has been my best friend since middle school. I haven’t seen her because she made the mistake of following her asshole husband out to California. She sighed, Least I was smart enough to pick a local asshole. Anyway we talk several times a week and e-mail, just because she isn’t here doesn’t mean she’s not still my best friend.

Yeah, well I still don’t know why…

Because it’s the right thing to do! Mom snapped. My best friend just got divorced because her husband was cheating on her with everything that moves. She has nothing out there and is coming back home. She’s already found a place, but it’s a new building and it won’t be ready for three weeks and in the meantime she’s staying here in this room, understood?

I don’t care she stays, I began.

Well that’s nice of you. Mom said as she walked over to me, And she will stay in this room because its nicer and because my room is right down the hall and I know she is going to be upset at night and want to talk. Besides up here is the full bathroom and she may want to soak in the tub at night you can use the shower downstairs.

Fine. I nodded.

Look, Cory, Mom put her arm around me. She’s having it rough and this is a good thing I’m doing for her. She’s helped me plenty in the past and it’s my turn. You’re doing a good thing too by giving up your room for a little while. She gave my shoulder a squeeze, Besides what have I always told you about doing a good deed?

That doing one will usually get you one. I told her.

Right, it’s karma. Do something nice, get something nice in return. And I raised you to be good to people Cory, you’re a nice young man, not a tool like your dad.

I’m not him. I said shaking my head.

Not at all, but he would be selfish over something dumb like this; and I don’t want you to be, okay?

Okay. I sighed, But I don’t have to like it.

Good enough, Mom laughed and sliding her hand up, rifled her fingers through my short black hair.

Come on, mom! I pulled my head back, I just brushed it.

And you’ll brush it ten more times today, my pretty boy. She said, And I bet I’m the only woman who would get yelled at for messing your hair up.

I felt myself blushing and she laughed, You’re adorable. Nineteen and even a hint of me talking about what you do with girls gets you embarrassed.

Well, you know. I shrugged.

I know, I’m a single woman remember? she winked. I’m sure you do just fine and as long as you’re good to them and careful I don’t mind what you do. Reaching out she touched my cheek. You’re a good looking guy Cory, got your dad’s hair and those killer green eyes. She shrugged, He was an asshole, but a good looking one. You’ll be a good looking sweet guy and make a girl very happy.

Um, sure. I said evasively.

Not that I would want to talk to my mother about sex under any circumstances, but what made me more uncomfortable