His MC Gang Initiation Was To Take My Ass : Anal MILFs 21 (First Time Anal Sex Age Gap Erotica): Anal MILFs, #21

By Tori Westwood

My ex-lodger Blake rolled with kind of a rough crowd, but having grown up around MC gangs myself I could hardly blame him.  He's started hanging out in the same bar I frequent, but when his friend Harris tries his luck with me he gets very defensive.  After taking a beating I tend to his wounds at home and it's there that I find out their initiation test: to do anal and take a photo.  Well then let me help you get in the gang, honey!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Aug 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393369325

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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My words though had an effect on Blake.  At some point in the night I awoke, rolling over to see him approach the bed in the half-light of the room, lifting up the sheets and climbing into my bed.

What’s going on? I croaked sleepily.

He set something down on the bedside table and then leaned over me, kissing me on the cheek.

Did you have a bad dream?

He kissed my cheek again and I mewled at his affection.

You wanna sleep in here? I asked, and this time his kiss met my lips.  "Oh, Blake.  Honey."

He landed another peck on my mouth and then lingered there, using his tongue to open my lips.  I was shocked, but I found myself reciprocating his advances.  I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue against his, rolling over beneath the sheets and putting my arms around him.

Blake was naked, save for his boxer-shorts.  His body was soft and hairy in all the right places and his muscles felt good beneath my touch.

What’s going on honey? I asked.

Blake didn’t say a word.  He looked down on me and then moved his lips back to mine.  We kissed and he pressed himself on me.  Against my silken night-dress I could feel him grow in his underwear.  It was hot to know I could still have that effect on a guy half my age.

What’s all this in aid of? I asked, but truthfully I was grateful for the affection.  It had been so long since I’d had a man, especially one like Blake.  He was everything I ever wanted in a guy, but he was so damn young.  I think nineteen was the lowest I’d ever gone.

I want you, Marie he said, rolling me over on my back.

I felt my pulse rise as my