MILF Madness Fun With Mom's Friends

By George Punwell

Mark’s had no idea how much “fun” his Mom’s Friends could be.....

Betty and Constance might have been 20 years Mark senior. That wasn’t going to stop them, and it surely was not going to stop Mark.

“He was actually enjoying the somewhat risqué banter, and he liked the idea that Constance still found him handsome. She had always been flirtatious with him, even when he was twelve years old and taking piano from her, and she had been the subject of many of his earliest sexual fantasies.!”

It sure was good thing that Mark’s mother brought more than one friend for the more friends in the hot tub the more fun that can go around.

“No one had ever spoken to him this way. His mind raced. How many times had he imagined that this woman would take him into her bed?”

WHAT TO EXPECT:

A multi part short story, erotica, romantic love story with MF, Female Solo and Male Solo scenes. A story of a budding teen that will make you extremely hot.

This is an erotic, romantic story about an adventuresome younger male working a summer job and working over two women. Their every desire and fantasy become reality and as their love takes them to new heights that none of them could believe. As they discover a much deeper and more powerful love making than any of them ever anticipated.

A sensual, erotic, consenting, safe, naughty and ridiculously hot tale of exhilarating love.

George Punwell – Short Story, secret, mountains, older women, teen male, travel, sexy and erotic.

• Language: English
• Publisher: George Punwell
• Release date: Apr 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463840184

George Punwell

George Punwell is a native of New York by way of California by way of Ohio, spending much of his childhood on a steady diet of science fiction movies and television shows, as well as superhero comic books. It was in college studying for a degree in theater that he stumbled across a desire to write books.Having spent the majority of his life as a voracious reader, he has been heavily influenced by writers ranging from Robert Heinlein to Jerry Pournelle and Larry Niven, and David Weber to S.M. Stirling. Living in New York with his beautiful wife, their friends, and two mischievous Siberian huskies, he continues to write and dream of his writings.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Mona Wendell sat in the passenger seat of her Acura sedan, sneaking clandestine peeks at her 17-year-old son, Mark. Her friend Constance and her older sister Betty chattered in the back seat. They were on their way to a health spa in the mountains near the town they all lived in, where they planned to stay the week. Mark was working as a lifeguard at the spa and had suggested to his mother that she and the others might enjoy some time there, just relaxing, swimming, and getting various beauty treatments. He had been able to get them a discount rate on lodging in the small log cabin complex where he was staying.

Mona was thirty-eight and divorced. She had thrown her ex-husband, Mark Sr., out of the house two years before, after discovering that he was having an affair with a co-worker in his office. She had not had a serious relationship with anyone since the divorce -- she just hadn’t found anyone yet that really interested her, certainly not enough to sleep with them. And yet, she was still attractive to men, she knew, often turning their heads on the street. She was tall and voluptuous, with short, curly black hair, big 38D breasts that still didn’t sag too much, considering their size, and a shapely, round ass.

Constance suddenly addressed Mona in the front seat. So, Mona, where have you been hiding this fine, handsome specimen of a man? It seems like only yesterday he was this high! she said, raising her hand just above the seat. Constance knew Mark well, having been his piano teacher for several years until he quit at age thirteen. She was younger than Mona and Betty, in her mid-thirties, and had two young children, who were spending several weeks of the Summer with her divorced husband. A willowy, attractive woman with flaming red hair, Constance was a born flirt. Beneath her playfulness, though, she managed always to exude a smoldering sexuality.

He has grown up, hasn’t he? said Mona, looking admiringly at her son.

I’ll bet he’s grown up in more ways than one! said Constance, laughing.

Betty, sitting next to her, giggled. Constance, you’re terrible! You’ll embarrass the poor boy! Betty was 40 years old, two years older than Mona. Built shorter and a little more solidly than Mona, she nevertheless had her sister’s big breasts and full, round ass. She liked to say that she was built for comfort, not speed. Her husband was off on the latest in a long series of fishing trips with his buddies, so she was free to do as she pleased this week. He couldn’t have cared less how she spent her time, anyway, having long since lost any sexual interest in her after she gave birth to their only child.

Oh, I think he can take it, said Constance, grinning at Mark wickedly. Can’t you, Mark?

Yes, ma’am, said Mark, smiling and glancing at his mother.

You see? And sooo polite! she giggled. How old are you now, Mark?

As a matter of fact, I’ll turn eighteen tomorrow, answered Mark.

See there, Mona, he’s practically an adult! said Constance. You better watch out, Mark, spending a whole week alone with three sex-starved old ladies. And on your birthday, too.