So Dirty I Had To Show Him How To Shower : Anal MILFs 16 (Anal Sex Erotica): Anal MILFs, #16

By Tori Westwood

My lodger Brandon comes out of the shower and immediately gets a bunch of mud all over the couch after his soccer match.  Looks like he needs a quick lesson in exactly how to clean himself properly and I'm on hand to do it.

I take him to the shower, busily scrubbing him down until I notice his urges take control of him.  I'm excited too.  Before long we're doing the naughtiest of things and I'm wondering just how we got here.  Don't stop now, Brandon.  Fill me right up!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Apr 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386290520

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Then I guess I’ll have to help you.

My hands moved to him, sliding up each thigh as I looked ahead at that thickness of his.  I gripped a soapy hand around his shaft and he let out a deep breath that I mimicked.  The feeling of his arousal in my grasp was incredible.  I could sense each powerful burst of blood as it pumped into him and I felt my pussy begin to swell with desire in response.

Does that feel good?

Yes, he breathed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.

The water flowed down and over him, rushing across his pure skin and meeting my fist as it clenched around him.  I brought the other hand up now and interlocked my grip on him, sliding back and forth slowly and watching his crown swell.

It feels so good, I confessed, shifting my fist along his entire length.

His balls hung wet beneath, rocking gently with each slow pump.

Oh, Mrs. Lincoln, he moaned, and the passion in his cry made me even more excited.

Brandon had begun to relent, surrendering himself to the sensation and seemingly forgetting who it was that was delivering it to him.

I closed my eyes and tried to do the same.  I concentrated on the sensation of that swollen cock in my fist, squeezing along it and pretending that it belonged to someone who wasn’t half my age.

When my eyes opened the reality came crashing home.  I looked up at Brandon who stared down in disbelief over his rippled abs and directly into my tortured soul.

This is so wrong.

Despite me knowing that, I couldn’t bring myself to stop.  The moment felt so sinful and erotic that it had started to fuel itself.  The more I touched him the more I wanted him.

I took a