Anal MILFs Bundle 5 - 4-Pack : Books 17 - 20

By Tori Westwood

There's one thing the MILFs in these stories have never done before and there's a man in their lives that they definitely shouldn't do it with! Read how hungry MILFs take it in for the first time in anal-sex sessions, from adult men half their age!
Contains books 17 - 20 of the 'Anal MILFs' series. Look Inside for a list of stories.
Featuring: ‘My Assistant’s Bun in My Back Oven,' ‘New Balls Please,' ‘Fix My Computer Honey – And Then Take My Butt,' and 'Plumb The Depths Of My Butt.'

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781458361301

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Anal MILFs Bundle 5 - 4-Pack : Books 17 - 20

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Copyright © 2020 by Tori Westwood

ISBN : 978-1-4583-6130-1

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:

There's one thing the MILFs in these stories have never done before and there's a man in their lives that they definitely shouldn't do it with!  Read how hungry MILFs take it in for the first time in anal-sex sessions, from adult men half their age!

Contains books 17 - 20 of the 'Anal MILFs' series.  Look Inside for a list of stories.

Featuring: ‘My Assistant’s Bun in My Back Oven,' ‘New Balls Please,' ‘Fix My Computer Honey – And Then Take My Butt,' and 'Plumb The Depths Of My Butt.'

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So kiss me.

Mrs. Mason! Charlie gasped, stepping away.

Charlie I’m trying to help you, I said, pretending to be offended.

Can we do that?

There’s no-one else here, I said, looking around.  Of course we can do it.

Charlie moved in slowly.

That’s it, I said.  Put one hand here.

I gripped his hand and moved it to my cheek.  He held me tenderly and I realized that this fantasy was mine now and not Charlie’s.  I was telling him to kiss me exactly how I’d always desired.

And your other hand here, I said, and I moved it to my hip.

Charlie’s mouth moved towards mine and I closed my eyes, letting myself drift away as his lips softly touched against mine.

He was timid at first and I was coy too.  Our mouths pressed together and I teased my tongue through my lips.  Charlie did the same and the sudden connection seemed to spark something inside the both of us.

I took a deeper breath and kissed him with greater passion, grinding my pussy against his leg as the embrace flourished into something illicit.

I moved my arms under his and pulled his back towards me, swirling my tongue against his and feeling like a teenager all over again.

As we kissed I felt Charlie begin to grow in his pants and soon I could feel his thick muscle pressing against my thigh.

I broke away from him slowly and felt a semblance of myself begin to return.  My eyes blinked and I looked across into his face.

That’s good, Charlie, I said, as though we were still mid-lesson.

Is that all? he asked.  Is that all I need to do?

No, I said.

This time I didn’t say a word.  Instead I took his hand and guided it under my apron.  Charlie let me move him submissively, showing no sign of protest as I placed his upturned palm in between my legs.  I held him there against me, my fingers interlaced with his again.

There, I said.  You need to work your way there.  Slowly.

Slowly?

Yeah, we—uhh—jumped ahead a few steps, I smirked.

And then?

Just move, I said, dictating my rhythm against his fingers.

Charlie matched my pace and I let out a long breath as he slowly started to rub himself over my mature, forbidden sex.

That’s it, I gasped.  Oh, Charlie, that’s it.

My Assistant’s Bun In My Back Oven : Naughty MILFs 17

Charlie had worked at the bakery a few months as an assistant and hadn’t really shown much of an interest in progressing, so it seemed strange that he’d decided to take an interest in baking all of a sudden.  At nineteen I hadn’t imagined this to be his career choice.

The first few shifts I had him come in early.  He was groggy and tired to begin with, standing in the corner looking all disheveled and cute, as though he had no earthly business being awake before six in the morning.

As the weeks went by though he got used to the routine and eventually I started to guide him through some of the early morning jobs at hand.

I guess we’d better give you your whites, I smiled, handing him a white overall and hat.  Admittedly the hat was a joke, but when Charlie put it on he looked a real picture.

Guess I’m all set, he said, smiling.

Charlie had always looked much older than his years.  He had this caring way about him, but despite his looks I’d yet to hear about him with the fairer sex.  I just couldn’t understand it.  He was classically handsome and now he was sporting this deliciously trimmed stubble that really set him apart.  If it wasn’t for the age difference I'd have tried it with him myself.

It’s been over a month now, hun, and I’m just kinda wondering what brought you here, I said, finally broaching the subject.

I told you.  I wanted to start a new routine for college.

Come on, Charlie.  I leaned back against the counter and sighed.  What’s really going on?

I could tell from the ensuing silence that he was hiding something big.  In the quiet that followed his eyes fluttered down my body and then he looked away to the corner of the room.

What is it? I asked, moving closer to him.

It’s … girls, Mrs. Mason, he said.  Women.

What about them, honey? I asked.  I’m one, you know.  You can ask me.

But you’re older.

I put my hands on my hips in mock offense.  Well thank-you very much, Charlie.

He laughed and it was good to see those broad shoulders of his bounce.  You know what I mean.

I’m older so I can’t possibly understand?

Charlie took a deep breath and composed himself.  I’ve been seeing a girl, he said.

Honey, that’s great! I beamed, but in the back of my mind there was a degree of protective jealousy.  What’s here name?

Charlotte, he said.

How long have you been seeing her?

Um, around three months.

And how’s it going?

The answers stopped coming quite so fast.  It’s … um … going well.

Ha!  That doesn’t sound so good.

Charlie flashed me a look as though he couldn’t believe I’d