His Beautiful Thickness : Sinful MILFs 23 (MILF Erotica First Time Erotica Lesbian Erotica Virgin Erotica Threesome Erotica): Sinful MILFs, #23

By Tori Westwood

My darling ex-lodger is back for the first weekend in almost a year and he’s staying in the bedroom down the hall.  That night I have the craziest dream.  When I go to get a glass of water I notice Cole’s door is open and strange moans are coming from inside.  When I investigate I notice Cole is sleeping naked and he has the most incredible thickness on display.  I stare at it from the doorway and fall in love with it in an instant.  I have to have it inside me if it’s the last thing I do.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Apr 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386063377

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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I keep ... thinking about you, he said.  In my dreams.

I swallowed hard as the pieces fell into place.  If he was thinking about me and his cock was rock-hard ...

What do you think about?  I asked, and in my mind I saw another flash of that terrific dick of his.

Fucking, he said simply.  Fucking you.

I let go of his face and pretended to be shocked.

I know, I know, he said, propping himself up on an elbow, it’s wrong.  I know that.

You mustn’t think those things, Cole, I said, but as his body emerged from below the sheets I couldn’t help but cast a glance at those ripped muscles of his.

I can’t help it, he said.  It just seems to come to me at night.

I knew all too well.

"It’s like the ultimate fantasy, he said, and a smile flashed across his face as he tried to imagine committing the act.  To be with an older woman ... "

I’m forty-two, Cole, I said, leaning over and putting a hand on his chest.  We mustn’t.

I felt the hair of his chest against my fingers as he sat back against the headrest.

I don’t know how to stop, he said, and he seemed genuinely concerned.

Between my legs I could feel my moist lips calling out for attention.  I became conflicted.

You must fight the urges, I said, rising up and putting my face close to his.  We can’t give into them.

He turned his head and stared into my eyes.  "We?"

I couldn’t hold his gaze.

Mrs. Crawford? he asked.  What do you mean ‘we?’

I saw you, I said, swallowing.  Your door was open and I—I—I saw you.

Saw what? Cole asked.

Your ... cock, Cole, I