MILF on the Lake

By CJ Blake

Alex has an interesting summer ahead.
There is a new woman of the house named Quinn. A sexy blonde MILF with the body of a supermodel.
Alex can't help himself. He has tried to stifle his attraction to Quinn, but it can not be stopped.
Alex and Quinn are not supposed to be together. It’s forbidden, taboo. But they can't help it, when they get sent to Lake Moore together, alone, the fun begins.

PREVIEW:
It was steamy and hot and smelled sweet and fruity.
It was always like this when Dad’s new girlfriend, Quinn, got out of the shower. And it’s not like this was some small, cramped bathroom. Every bathroom in Dad’s house, all three and a half of them were large.
This one, the one that happened to be right across the hall from my bedroom was big enough to park my truck in. The granite counter was long enough for me to lay down on with room to spare if I wanted to, and I’m six-two. The shower alone could fit four people, believe me, I’ve fantasized about it, and the separate tub had ten pulsating jets, more than some hot tubs.
I turned on the lights. A line of small bright lights shined above the big mirror. A half dozen more shined down from recessed openings in the ceiling. The entire floor and walls were covered in gleaming white tile, big tiles, and they were all shiny and damp with moisture from Quinn’s super-long, super-hot shower. The t-shirt and boxer shorts I slept in were beginning to stick to me, so I walked over to the circular, blue fabric dirty clothes hamper that sat in the corner by the door and stripped down.
I balled up the shirt and shorts and tossed them into the hamper. It was almost overflowing, so instead of taking it to the laundry room I just put my hand on top of the pile and shoved it down. It was really full, and it took some laborious shoving to create some room. The rule around here was, if you’re the one to fill up the hamper or the trash can, you’re the one that has to empty it. Well, I clearly didn’t fill up the hamper, not today at least.
My hand was deep in there and when my finger slipped over something wet I jerked my hand out, totally grossed out. In the process, about half a dozen articles of clothing jack-in-the-boxed their way onto the floor.
Crap!
I gathered up a couple of my t-shirts, my boxers, Quinn’s yoga pants, a couple of damp towels, and a dripping wet cold washcloth and dumped them back in the hamper, something pink fell out of the big ball of clothes in my arms and hit the ground. I sighed and bent back down to pick it up and I stopped when I realized what it was. Quinn’s panties.
I was frozen, bent over, hands on my knees, staring at those pink panties that had fallen onto the white tile floor. They were sexy lace panties, and I could see through the design, all the way to the floor.
I reached down for them, then stopped. I shouldn’t. Those are Quinn’s. Quinn is my dad’s girlfriend, she might even be my stepmom one day, and she’s twice my age, thirty-six years old, and she’s totally hot.
Yeah, I’ll admit it. I think my dad’s girlfriend is hot. And she is. First of all, she’s tall, and I love tall girls. She’s a full five-ten, with no shoes on, model height. And she has long straight honey-blonde hair, it’s beautiful, goes all the way down her back, almost to her butt, so long and thick. She typically parts it in the middle so it perfectly frames her gorgeous face. She has these captivating brown eyes that look dark and moody when she’s inside, but bright as gold when she’s in sunlight. She has a beautiful smile that she uses often, it always starts on the right side of her mouth where her cheek dimples, then spreads across revealing her beautiful straight white teeth.
I mentioned Quinn was a tall woman, and that trait combined with her incredible figure usually makes her the center of attention wherever she goes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CJ Blake
• Release date: Dec 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005220822

CJ Blake

Hi, I'm CJ Blake, your average mild-mannered erotica writer.

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CJ Blake

MILF on the Lake

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Copyright © 2021 by CJ Blake

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Contents

Steamy Shower

Caught!

Home Again

Cream for Quinn

A Dirty Snack

On the Road

On a Boat

Bedroom Surprise

Breakfast Time

Rub It In

Just Eat It

Just Suck It

Day on the Lake

Switcheroo

A Quick One

Kenzie Time

A Pleasant Morning

Choices

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Steamy Shower

It was steamy and hot and smelled sweet and fruity.

It was always like this when Dad’s new girlfriend, Quinn, got out of the shower. And it’s not like this was some small, cramped bathroom. Every bathroom in Dad’s house, all three and a half of them were large.

This one, the one that happened to be right across the hall from my bedroom was big enough to park my truck in. The granite counter was long enough for me to lay down on with room to spare if I wanted to, and I’m six-two. The shower alone could fit four people, believe me, I’ve fantasized about it, and the separate tub had ten pulsating jets, more than some hot tubs.

I turned on the lights. A line of small bright lights shined above the big mirror. A half dozen more shined down from recessed openings in the ceiling. The entire floor and walls were covered in gleaming white tile, big tiles, and they were all shiny and damp with moisture from Quinn’s super-long, super-hot shower. The t-shirt and boxer shorts I slept in were beginning to stick to me, so I walked over to the circular, blue fabric dirty clothes hamper that sat in the corner by the door and stripped down.

I balled up the shirt and shorts and tossed them into the hamper. It was almost overflowing, so instead of taking it to the laundry room I just put my hand on top of the pile and shoved it down. It was really full, and it took some laborious shoving to create some room. The rule around here was, if you’re the one to fill up the hamper or the trash can, you’re the one that has to empty it. Well, I clearly didn’t fill up the hamper, not today at least.

My hand was deep in there and when my finger slipped over something wet I jerked my hand out, totally grossed out. In the process, about half a dozen articles of clothing jack-in-the-boxed their way onto the floor.

Crap!

I gathered up a couple of my t-shirts, my boxers, Quinn’s yoga pants, a couple of damp towels, and a dripping wet cold washcloth and dumped them back in the hamper, something pink fell out of the big ball of clothes in my arms and hit the ground. I sighed and bent back down to pick it up and I stopped when I realized what it was. Quinn’s panties.

I was frozen, bent over, hands on my knees, staring at those pink panties that had fallen onto the white tile floor. They were sexy lace panties, and I could see through the design, all the way to the floor.

I reached down for them, then stopped. I shouldn’t. Those are Quinn’s. Quinn is my dad’s girlfriend, she might even be my stepmom one day, and she’s twice my age, thirty-six years old, and she’s totally hot.

Yeah, I’ll admit it. I think my dad’s girlfriend is hot. And she is. First of all, she’s tall, and I love tall girls. She’s a full five-ten, with no shoes on, model height. And she has long straight honey-blonde hair, it’s beautiful, goes all the way down her back, almost to her butt, so long and thick. She typically parts it in the middle so it perfectly frames her gorgeous face. She has these captivating brown eyes that look dark and moody when she’s inside, but bright as gold when she’s in sunlight. She has a beautiful smile that she uses often, it always starts on the right side of her mouth where her cheek dimples, then spreads across revealing her beautiful straight white teeth.

I mentioned Quinn was a tall woman, and that trait combined with her incredible figure usually makes her the center of attention wherever she goes. Quinn has large natural breasts, big C cups, or maybe even D’s, and they are nice and firm from her rigorous exercise routines. She has a flat stomach and her hips flare out just enough to give her body that enticing hourglass shape, and her ass is so firm and juicy. It looks amazing in a tight pair of yoga pants. She has long legs that always look so tan and smooth, and even though she’s a tall woman, she doesn’t have enormous feet, they are perfectly portioned to the rest of her, just like all her other parts. I gotta say, Dad has good taste in women, that’s for sure.

Quinn often wore sexy clothing, like those tight yoga pants I mentioned earlier, sexy low-cut dresses, and tight skirts, but it wasn’t super revealing or inappropriate stuff, so when I fantasized about her I didn’t think she’d have any underwear that was so sexy. I could just imagine these pink panties hugging her ass. I reached down and picked them up. The fabric was so smooth and soft. I ran my thumb and fingers all over it, just feeling the cool, slick panties.

I stopped and looked down, I was totally hard. My cock was throbbing. For Quinn.

I dropped the panties onto the tile floor.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

This is wrong. This is pervy.

No. What if Quinn caught me? What if Dad caught me?

Just take your shower and go get ready for class.

I was squatting by the hamper. I turned and looked at the shower across the bathroom. The glass doors were still a little bit foggy from Quinn’s shower. From when she was in there naked, getting that long blonde hair wet, then her gorgeous body, the hot spray covering her tits, the water rushing off them and going between them like a waterfall, traveling down her flat stomach to that other wonderful place, right between her legs. Quinn’s pussy.

My cock throbbed hard. I looked down at it. A drop of precum had oozed out and hung off the tip. My cock twitched and that white bead dripped off my tip and landed right on the front of Quinn’s panties.

Oh crap.

My head was spinning. I wasn’t thinking straight. My hard cock must’ve drained all the blood from my brain. I snatched Quinn’s panties off the floor and held them in my right hand, balled them up, and clutched them close to my chest like a prized possession. I stood up, backed away from the hamper, and leaned against the cool granite counter. I grabbed my cock and squeeze.

Jeez, it felt good. It throbbed in my hand. I wanted to stroke it, but I didn’t. I just held it, still trying to resist.

I looked at those pink panties, at the sexy pattern, thinking about them on Quinn. She probably had these on before her shower. Crap. My cock was throbbing hard again. My eyes seemed to focus on only the panties while everything else was a blur.

I shouldn’t.

I really shouldn’t.

Then I did.

I brought those panties up to my face and inhaled.

Quinn’s feminine scent was the most wonderful thing. It made my head spin to the point I felt buzzed. Seriously, it was like I’d ingested some type of drug. I inhaled again, keeping them close to my face, that soft fabric tickling my cheeks.

Wow, I muttered.

It was that good.

I looked down. My cock was incredibly hard, pointing upward, the tip all shiny and smeared with precum, another big bead of the clear stuff working its way out.

I looked over at the door to make sure the button was pushed in on the round brass knob. To make sure it was locked. I might regret what I was about to do later, but I had to do it.

I walked over to the shower, slowly, because my legs were feeling weak. I opened the big glass door and turned the hot water on. It sprayed down in a powerful blast, instantly steaming the shower. I closed the door. The spray of the water was just enough sound to cover what I was about to do. A nice gentle whooshing sound, that would cover the fast, fevered, fapping sound that I was about to make.

I still clutched Quinn’s panties. I turned around and leaned against the cool shower door. I could do it right here, shoot on the tile floor, wipe it up, then jump in the shower. The perfect plan. Then I’d put those panties deep in the hamper. No one would ever know.

I brought the pink panties up to my face again and inhaled that wonderful scent. I grabbed my cock with my left hand and started pumping.

My balls were already heavy and full, and