Taking My Lodger After My High-School Reunion : Milfs Unprotected 7 (Breeding Erotica MILF Erotica): Milfs Unprotected, #7

By Tori Westwood

I leave my lodger Frankie at home to attend my high-school reunion, but after a night tinged with sexual frustration I return home to find he's having a party of his own.  I kick out his friends and plan on doling out some punishment, but in my revealing shirt and mini-skirt he's finding it very hard to take me seriously—and it's not the only thing that's very hard!

Read how Frankie and I satisfy each other completely!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Apr 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393100164

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 was hoping to get laid tonight too, he said.

I let out a laugh.  Well at least now you know how I feel.

He walked over and gave me a hug.  His arms closed tight around me and I held him against me.  It surprised me at first but I couldn’t deny that it felt good.

We could help each other, he said, holding me.

"How do you mean?  You gonna set me up with Callum?" I laughed.

No, he said.

Want me to set you up with Jean?

"No, I mean we could help each other."  He raised his eyebrows and waited for the penny to drop.

Oh, sweetie, I said, leaning back.  Oh, sweetie, no.  No we couldn’t do that.

Frankie looked put out.

I mean, I’m flattered, I said, trying not to offend him.  Really I am, but we couldn’t.

We could, Mrs. Shepherd, he said.  It’d be real easy.

Honey, I said as he took a step away.  It—it wouldn’t be right.

I looked at him and then stared down at the thick, impressive packet that bulged in his pants.  He had everything I wanted, but he was nineteen.  I couldn’t ... could I?

I wouldn’t tell anyone, Frankie said.  It’d just be between us.

Oh, honey, I said, looking away.  The notion was becoming far too intriguing.

You look good, Mrs. Shepherd, he said.  Real good.

I scoffed at the compliment and started to blush.

You look like a woman, he said.  More than any woman I know.

You’re just a little too interested in these, I said, bunching my tits together again.

Not just that, he said.

He moved towards me again and put his hands around me differently this time.  I could feel his thick cock against me and then his hands wandered down my back and rested on my ass.

Oh, Frankie, I hushed, holding him with one hand and playing with his black hair in the other.

I don’t want you to go to bed angry.

I don’t want go to bed horny either, I said, blushing.  I couldn’t fight against it much longer.

Then don’t,