Working for the MILF Next Door

By Kimberlee Madison

It’s no secret that Ms. Robertson is the horny forty-five year old who lives across the street. There have been rumors about her for as long as I can remember. A friend told me that she tried to seduce him one time when he was her pool boy for the summer. I thought he was just exaggerating. I mean, I know she’s a hot milf and all, but I really wasn’t sure whether she’d really try to do it with a younger guy.
I guess the rumors are true, though. Because for the last few weeks, she’s had me doing all sorts of odd jobs for her. The funny thing is she likes for me to work without wearing a shirt. At first she said it was because she didn’t want me to have a heat stroke, but I quickly began to realize there was more to it. She loves to watch me work. And she’s always got a smile on her face.
For the most part, that’s all I thought would ever happen. I mean, you can’t blame a hot milf for wanting to get a peek at a hot body. And I don’t mean to brag, but I’m in pretty good shape. Turns out she’s been seducing me this entire time and I didn’t even know it . . . wearing skimpy clothes and prancing around the yard lot she’s on fire.
So when she gives me a call and asks me to stop by one night after work, I’m not too surprised. Sure, I’ve never really been with a real woman, not a woman like her anyways, but when she asks me to come over to her house, I know for certain that I sure am willing to try, at least once. I had no idea how horny Ms. Robertson was. And I had no idea the things she was going to do to me once I showed up.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimberlee Madison
• Release date: Aug 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463720356

Kimberlee Madison

Back in high school I was what you might call a tease. Sure, I gave my share of BJs and hand jobs, but rarely did I go all the way back in those days. It was more fun for me to seduce the boys, get them as hot and bothered as I could, just to watch them ache. I loved more than anything to watch their expressions when I wore a skirt and would leave my legs open, ever so slightly, exposing just a glint of panties. Or when one of my tits accidentally poked out of my shirt during gym class. More than anything, back in high school I loved watching their faces as I was yanking them off, that old familiar grimace stretched across their faces as they'd explode all over the back seat of my dad's car . . . I suppose that's what I love most about writing erotica--the thrill of knowing that people are getting off on the stories I have to tell. I hope you enjoy!I love hearing from readers!!! . . . you can email me at [e-mail]

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Working for the MILF Next Door

Copyright 2021 © by Kimberlee Madison

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, businesses, events, or locales is purely coincidental.

Reproduction in whole or part of this publication without express written consent is strictly prohibited.

WARNING: This book contains explicit adult content! Everyone in this story is 18 or older!

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Ms. Robertson is standing in her living room wearing a tight black bikini. She’s been sunning herself out by the pool and the scent of her coconut tanning lotion is wafting through the cool air. I watch as she stands with her hands on her hips, her hefty titties bulging in the tight top, and her curvy body glistening with oil. Her dark hair is tied back, and she’s smiling at me with pale blue eyes. She’s holding a mixed drink . . . something fruity—her breath smells like a festival.

So, I thought I might show you the gazebo, she says.

Sure, I say, trying not to stare too obviously at her thick, sexy body. She’s not fat, but she’s not all skin