Milfs Unprotected Books 1 – 4 : 4-Pack

By Tori Westwood

The Milfs Unprotected 4-pack features books 1-4 of the series, where mature, insatiable milfs are given the fillings they crave, taking their inexperienced man’s hot love in sinful fashion.
Featuring : ‘Desperately Bred By My Lodger,’ ‘OMG I Want My Lodger’s Length,’ ‘Moving Next-Door To My Ex-Student,’ and ‘My Lodger’s Weight-Bench Stiff-Length.’

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781458361578

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Milfs Unprotected Books 1 – 4 : 4-Pack

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Copyright © 2021 by Tori Westwood

ISBN : 978-1-4583-6157-8

This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  All characters 18+.

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About This Book

The Milfs Unprotected  4-pack features books 1-4 of the series, where mature, insatiable milfs are given the fillings they crave, taking their inexperienced man’s hot love in sinful fashion.

Featuring : ‘Desperately Bred By My Lodger,’ ‘OMG I Want My Lodger’s Length,’ ‘Moving Next-Door To My Ex-Student,’ and ‘My Lodger’s Weight-Bench Stiff-Length.’

Read An Excerpt

You look …

Yes?

Hot, he said, and the words felt like a struggle for him.

I pursed my lips and swelled with pride, though I tried not to let it show.

You look hot too, I said, eyeing down his body and noticing the thick slab that sat underneath his tight underwear.  Is that for me?

Justin looked down.  Oh, he said.  That’s—uhh—an accident.

Doesn’t look like an accident to me, I said, and I took a step closer.

He shifted his weight, still wary.

I can take care of it for you.  You know that, right?

He nodded.

I can take real good care of it.

I stepped closer and pushed my fingers down the front of his waist, pulling the underwear out.

He stepped forward so as not to reveal himself, taking the slack at the expense of getting closer.  He looked down his nose, only an inch or so away from me.

Honey, I purred.  Are you coming on to me?

He was dumbstruck.  Who wouldn’t be?  Your own mother was seducing you and now she was making out like it was all your fault.

I—I was just here to help, he said.

You’re helping.  You’re helping me a lot.

I moved my hand down over my body and closed my eyes, exhaling deeply as though the slightest touch was driving me wild.

Come and help me some more, I hushed, taking his hand and bringing it forwards.

Again he gulped, but he didn’t stop me this time.  Instead he let me place one of his hands right onto my naked tits.  I let go and he squeezed my flesh, causing me to groan for real this time.

Yes, honey!

My nipples stiffened to his touch and I felt my pussy flood with juices, as though it was waiting for the first moment of contact.

Does it feel good?

Uh-huh, he said, a tremble in his voice.

Use both hands.

Steadily he brought his other hand to my tits and squeezed the both of them together, breathing deep and becoming more animated as he played with my charms.

I watched the concentration on his face as his hands played with me, as though this was some kind of exact science and he was using incredibly calculated movements.

Don’t just stop there, I encouraged, walking closer.

He put a hand around my back and hugged him, pressing my tits against his bare chest and feeling the thick, hard dick of his press against my midriff.

Oh, honey, I groaned.  I think you need my help too, huh?

I leaned back away and looked into his eyes.  He didn’t say a word.  It looked as though he wanted to say yes, but knew how wrong it would be to admit it.

Be a shame to get this cock all stiff for no reason, wouldn’t it?

Desperately Bred By My Lodger : Milfs Unprotected 1

My part-time job wasn’t occupying me as much as I needed.  I’d been a slave to the idea of becoming the model housewife, playing surrogate to our lodger Justin who would be moving on to a house-share with his friends soon.  I doted on the nineteen-year-old a little more than I should and often had to remind myself he wasn’t mine.

Peter, my husband, still expected the dinner to be done and the house to be spotless on his return, but after decades of this archaic style of living I felt like I needed to break the mold and rebel.  I needed a change, and somewhere in my fucked-up mind it felt like getting pregnant was the best way to start the process.

I knew my husband wouldn’t be keen.  I could already imagine his response: But we’ve got it so good now.  Well, I haven’t.

I blew a jet of air up my face as I stared in the mirror, looking at the woman who stared back.  I turned side-on and looked at my curves.  They were womanly enough, flirting on the verge of curvaceous.  My routine at the gym had made sure things never got out of hand, but that was yet another thing that I thought my husband expected of me.

I pushed my tits up and let them drop beneath my tight blouse, biting the inside of my lip as I surveyed the scene.  I was pretty sure I still had it.  I’d sometimes wind up getting looks from the younger guys in the gym, and they definitely weren’t innocent glances.  Guys at their age are turned on by everything, trust me.

And it was at that point that the sinful notion reared its head.  An idea so utterly sinful that I’m terrified to even share it