Maternal Love: In The Arms Of An Older Woman

By Melissa Miranti

Theo grew up without his mother around much. He didn't quite realize how much he was missing until one evening when he was trying to pick up women for the first time. As youthful as he was, he caught Fran's eye immediately, and her body spoke of delights he had never known before. But she was more nurturing than he expected, and their encounter between older woman and younger man carried with it familial undertones that Theo was not prepared to enjoy quite as much as he would come to...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melissa Miranti
• Release date: Apr 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463254127

Melissa Miranti

About the AuthorMelissa Miranti is a bisexual Brooklyn-based erotica writer. She has been writing erotica since she was younger than she’d like to admit, but began publishing in early 2016. She lives with her wife, who generously indulges her myriad fetishes. She hopes that you enjoy her stories, and by all means, do enjoy them thoroughly. You can even commission your own story!

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Maternal Love

In The Arms Of An Older Woman

By Melissa Miranti

Mind if I buy you a drink? The woman said, sitting at the bar next to the young man. Her voice was low and rough, though whether it was hewn from sheer lust or simple age was unknown.

Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t drink. I mean, I’m not old enough to drink yet, the young man stammered. His face was red with inexperience.

Don’t worry about it. If you’re old enough for the army, you’re old enough for me. My name is Fran. She sidled closer to him, leaning forward.

Theodore. And it’s nice to meet you, Theo said, extending his hand. He tried his best not to look, but he could barely rip his eyes away from her generous cleavage. Theo didn’t know what it was about older women, but their breasts always seemed to be bigger.

Such nice manners, but I think your mind is well beyond a handshake, Theodore. Fran smiled at him. She waved the bartender over. Give him a soda on my tab. And a new martini for me.

Right away, ma’am, the bartender said, returning mere seconds later with a can and a glass.

So what’s a boy like you doing here? Fran asked.

Actually, I was hoping for something like this to happen, Theo said.