Milfs Unprotected Books 5 – 8 : 4-Pack

By Tori Westwood

The Milfs Unprotected 4-pack features books 5-8 of the series, where mature, insatiable milfs are given the fillings they crave, taking their inexperienced man’s hot love in sinful fashion.
Featuring : ‘I Took My Lodger Before He Became A Priest,’ ‘Back-Seat Cinema Sex With My Lodger,’ ‘Taking My Lodger After My High-School Reunion,’ and ‘His Sex Lesson.’

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781458361554

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Milfs Unprotected Books 5 – 8 : 4-Pack

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Copyright © 2021 by Tori Westwood

ISBN : 978-1-4583-6155-4

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 5-8 of the series, where mature, insatiable milfs are given the fillings they crave, taking their inexperienced man’s hot love in sinful fashion.

Featuring : ‘I Took My Lodger Before He Became A Priest,’ ‘Back-Seat Cinema Sex With My Lodger,’ ‘Taking My Lodger After My High-School Reunion,’ and ‘His Sex Lesson.’

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Mrs. Robinson, he said cautiously.

It’s okay, honey, I said.  Let me help you.

I stroked back and forth along him now, mapping out the length of his dick as though I was completely blind to it.

How do we get at that thing? I giggled.

Peter started to lift his robe and that seemed like an admission of compliance.  He pulled up his robe to reveal a pair of pants beneath.

Jeez, how many layers do you have on?!

Just those two, he said, laughing softly.

This is just so you can see what it’s like, I said.

I know.

I repeated that thought in my mind: that this was only a favor to Peter and nothing more.  If I kept up the pretence I could ignore that this was something I was desperate for.  If you’d seen it you’d find it tough to ignore too.  Half my age or not, that thing in his pants was a monster and I had to see more of it.

Take down your pants, I hushed.

Peter swallowed and I did too.  The pair of us was nervous and for good reason, but if he really wanted to know what it was like now was his chance.  I don’t think I’d ever be this crazy again in my life.

He unfastened his belt and I heard the metal clink beneath his gown.  Before long he was pushing down the waist of his pants and I was staring at those muscled, athletic legs of his as they became visible.

Fuck, I hushed, putting a hand to my mouth soon after.

Don’t worry, Peter said.  Much worse things have been said in here.

I doubted that much worse things had been done in there.  I helped Peter step out of his pants and then I saw his boxer-shorts appear beneath the robe.

They fell down his legs and I knew now that he was totally naked, were it not for the vestments that covered him.

Peter looked down as my hand ventured up the front of the skirt, exploring out of sight and sliding up over his hairy, muscled thighs.

He put a hand back on one of the steps and tightened up, just as I felt the hair turn thicker and coarser before I eventually found my way around his cock.

I could scarcely grip my hand around it.  It was so thick that even its outline hadn’t prepared me for it.  I took a deep, shaky breath and moved my hand slowly, looking to Peter’s face to study the nervous euphoria that was spreading slowly across it.

I want to see, he whispered.

I lifted his robe up higher and Peter took it, folding it back on itself until he could look over it and to the thick slab of flesh that sat on his waist.

It looked surreal to see him naked from the waist down, and when I looked to his face the whole thing was even more jarring.  I mean—it was Peter.  My lodger was sat right there on the stairs of the church and his huge, hard cock was gripped in my hands.

I Took My Lodger Before He Became A Priest : Milfs Unprotected 5

Not bad, I said, nodding slowly as I looked upon my lodger Peter in his religious regalia.  He wore a long black robe with his white collar at the top and a set of rosary beads around his neck.  How does it feel?

Kind of uncomfortable, he fidgeted, staring into the long mirror in the corner of his bedroom.

Maybe it’ll look better when you have everything around you all religious-like?

Peter scrunched his brow and looked at his reflection.  How do you mean?

You know, when you’re in the church … being all … churchy?

Gee, thanks.

You’ll be fine—you look good!

I wasn’t lying.  Peter was a tall, muscled guy and it was a damn shame that he was removing himself from the gene-pool like this.  No woman would ever get to touch him again.  That seemed the greatest sin of all.

I pinched at his shoulders.  Come on, I said.  Let’s head down to St. Martins and take some photos.

It’ll be midnight by the time we get down there, Mrs. Robinson!  And why they hell do you wanna take some photos?

I think they’ll look good!  Besides, I wanna remember this moment.  The last few weeks before you get ordained!

I brushed my hands over his shoulders and smoothed out his robe, straightening his cutesy little collar.

Come on, I said.  I’ll drive.

The time doesn’t bother you?

God’s house is always open, I mocked.

He smiled back.  He couldn’t argue there.

We took the drive over to St. Martins with Peter sat uncomfortably beside me in the front seat.  As much as I found the idea of him having sex as something a woman twice his age shouldn’t be thinking about, the idea that he would remain untouched for the rest of his life disturbed me more.

The church was something I would never discourage, but I feared Peter didn’t know the full extent of what he was doing.  He’d been through