Bbc-n-Milfs 2: BBC-N-EVERYTHING

By Hunter Briggs

A collection of 10 interracial erotic tales about sexy milfs, gilfs, and matures taking bbc! Each sexy story is about a beautiful older women taking a BBC and loving it.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hunter Briggs
• Release date: Aug 3, 2025
• ISBN: 9798231520299

Hunter Briggs

Hunter Briggs is an American romance erotica author. He loves writing out of the box stories, that at are different from the rest. Some of his favorite erotica tropes includes, older women, curvy co-eds, interracial, and historical. If he's not writing erotica, he is writing romance under his other pen name. Hunter Briggs is a loving husband and father. While he owns no dogs, he always wished for a furry friend. On his off time, he's watching sports, eating spicy buffalo wings and washing it down with an ice-cold beer.

Book preview

Forbidden Fruit

I stepped into Jake’s house, the familiar scent of pine air freshener mingling with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The warmth of the Thompson household enveloped me like a comforting embrace as I closed the front door behind me. Jake was already sprawled on the couch, his lanky frame relaxed, controller in hand, paused mid-game. About time, man, he greeted with a grin. My dad’s almost done with breakfast. We’ll eat, then tackle those drapes.

Jake’s dad, Mr. Thompson, emerged from the kitchen, a plate of golden pancakes in his hands. Zack! Good to see you, son. Grab a plate and dig in. I nodded, grateful for the invitation. The Thompsons had always treated me like family, and their home felt like a second one to me. After a hearty breakfast of pancakes drenched in maple syrup and crisp bacon, Jake and I grabbed the ladder and tools, ready to transform the living room with the new drapes.

The morning passed quickly as we worked, Jake’s dad offering guidance while we measured, drilled, and hung the heavy burgundy fabric. The drapes added a touch of elegance to the room, their deep color contrasting beautifully with the cream walls. Looks like we’re missing a few brackets, Mr. Thompson frowned, surveying the hardware scattered on the floor. Jake, why don’t you and I run to the hardware store? Zack, you stay here and keep an eye on things.

I nodded, watching as Jake and his dad grabbed their keys and headed out the door. The house fell silent, the only sound the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. I leaned the ladder against the wall and decided to take a break, wandering into the kitchen for a glass of water. That’s when I saw her.

Molly, Jake’s mom, stood by the sink, her sundress hugging her curves as she washed a few dishes. Her brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the sunlight streaming through the window highlighted her soft, milky skin. She turned as I entered, a warm smile spreading across her face. Hey, Zack. Want some lemonade? It’s fresh-squeezed.

Sure, thanks, I replied, my voice a bit hoarse as I took the glass she handed me. The lemonade was cold and tangy, a perfect antidote to the morning’s heat. I leaned against the counter, sipping slowly, as Molly dried her hands on a towel. So, you and Jake are making good progress? she asked, her eyes lingering on mine a moment too long.

Yeah, just need a few more brackets, I said, setting the glass down. That’s when her expression shifted, her smile becoming something more... suggestive. Zack, can I ask you something? she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. I nodded, my heart beginning to pound in my chest. I’ve always... wondered what it would be like to be with a young black man, she confessed, her cheeks flushing. Jake’s always talking about how... well-endowed you are.

My breath caught in my throat. Molly was Jake’s mom—a woman I’d known for years, a woman who’d always been kind and maternal. But now, standing before me in that tight sundress, her cleavage peeking out as she leaned forward, she was anything but maternal. Molly, I— I started, but she cut me off.

I know, I know, she said, stepping closer. Her scent—a mix of floral perfume and something distinctly feminine—filled my nostrils. You’re Jake’s friend. But I can’t stop thinking about it, Zack. I want to know what it’s like to be with a man like you.

I shook my head, my mind racing. Molly, this isn’t right. You’re his mom. But even as I spoke, my eyes drifted down to her full lips, her ample cleavage, her curves that seemed to go on forever. She was a MILF in every sense of the word, and despite my better judgment, my body was responding to her presence.

Please, Zack, she whispered, her hand brushing against mine. Just let me see it. Let me touch it. Her words were like a spell, breaking down my resistance piece by piece. Before I knew it, I was backing away, my hands raising in surrender. Molly, I—

Shh, she said, her finger pressing against my lips. Don’t say anything. Just... let me. She stepped closer, her hands sliding down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt with practiced ease. My heart was pounding, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. This was wrong—so wrong—but her touch, her scent, her soft moans as she explored my body were overwhelming.

Her hands moved lower, unbuckling my belt, pulling down my zipper. My breath hitched as her fingers brushed against my erection, already straining against my boxers. Oh, Zack, she murmured, her eyes wide with desire. You’re even bigger than I imagined.

I tried to speak, to protest, but her lips were on mine, silencing me with a kiss that was both tender and hungry. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, tasting of lemonade and something sweeter, something uniquely her. My hands found her waist, pulling her closer as she pressed her body against mine.

Her hands slid down, grasping my throbbing cock through my boxers. I groaned, my head falling back as she began to stroke me, her touch firm yet gentle. Molly, I gasped, my voice barely audible. We can’t—

Shh, she said again, her lips brushing against my ear. Just feel, Zack. Let me make you feel good. Her words were a siren’s call, and I was powerless to resist. She sank to her knees, her dress pooling around her as she looked up at me with eyes full of desire. Let me taste you, she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

My hands tangled in her hair as she pulled down my boxers, freeing my cock with a soft gasp. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, her touch sending shivers down my spine. You’re so hard, she murmured, her lips brushing against the head of my cock. So thick. So perfect. So black.

Her mouth descended, her lips wrapping around the tip of my cock as she began to suck. I groaned, my hands gripping her hair as she took more of me into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head, her lips tight as she bobbed her head up and down. It was the most incredible sensation I’d ever experienced, her mouth warm and wet, her moans vibrating against my skin.

Molly, I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily. I’m—I’m close. She hummed her response, her hand squeezing my balls as she deepened her sucking. I was on the edge, teetering between control and release, and then—

Fuck! I cried out, my body tensing as I came. My cum shot into her mouth, thick and hot, and she swallowed greedily, her lips never leaving my cock. I panted, my head spinning, as she milked the last drops from me, her hand stroking my sensitive skin.

When she finally pulled away, her lips shiny with my cum, she smiled up at me. Mmm, she said, licking her lips. You taste so good. Then, to my astonishment, she spat my cum back onto my cock, her fingers spreading it along my length. Let’s see if we can get you hard again, she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Her touch was magic, her fingers working their way up and down my shaft as she kissed and licked my skin. Within moments, I was hardening again, my body responding to her touch with a desperation that surprised even me. Molly, I groaned, my hands gripping the counter for support. What are you doing to me?

She grinned, her eyes full of triumph. Making you want me, she said simply. Making you want to fuck me. Her words sent a jolt of desire through me, and I knew—I just knew—that I was lost.

The air between us crackled with unspoken tension as I stood there, my cock twitching in anticipation, her fingers still teasing my sensitive skin. Molly’s gaze was intense, her lips slightly parted as she watched my reaction. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, her desire palpable in the way her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. This woman, this forbidden fruit, was unraveling me piece by piece, and I was helpless to stop it.

Stand up, I commanded, my voice rough with need. It wasn’t a request; it was a demand fueled by the primal urge surging through my veins. Molly obeyed, rising gracefully, her eyes never leaving mine. I stepped closer, my hands sliding up her thighs, the fabric of her dress bunching as I explored the soft skin beneath. Her panties were damp, the evidence of her arousal undeniable as my fingers brushed against her clit. She gasped, her head tilting back, her body arching into my touch.

Please, Zack, she whispered, her hands gripping my shoulders. I need you. I need your cock inside me. Her words were like fuel to the fire burning within me. I hiked up her dress, revealing her lace-covered ass, and delivered a sharp smack to her cheek. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the kitchen, and Molly moaned, her body quivering as I watched her ass jiggle from the impact.

Bend over the counter, I ordered, my voice firm, laced with a dominance I didn’t know I possessed. Molly did as she was told, her hands bracing against the cool granite as she presented her body to me. Her ass was perfect—full and round, the cheeks parted just enough to reveal her glistening pussy. I stepped closer, my cock throbbing as I lined up behind her.

Are you ready for me, Molly? I asked, my breath hot against her ear. Ready for my big black cock to stretch you out?

Yes, she whispered, her voice shaking. Please, Zack. Fuck me. Make me yours.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I gripped her hips, positioning myself at her entrance, and thrust forward, burying myself inside her in one smooth motion. She cried out, her body tightening around me as I filled her completely. Oh, fuck, she moaned, her head falling forward. You’re so big.

I grinned, pulling back before slamming into her again, relishing the tight grip of her pussy around my cock. Does that feel good, Molly? I asked, my voice laced with darkness. Does my big black dick feel good inside your tight little pussy?

Yes, she whimpered, her hips pushing back against me. Yes, it does. Please, Zack. Harder. Faster.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I gripped her hips tighter, pounding into her with a rhythm that was both primal and relentless. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the kitchen, mingling with our moans and gasps. Molly’s body was a wonderland, her pussy gripping me like a vice as I fucked her with abandon.

Her hands scrabbled against the counter, her nails digging into the granite as she struggled to keep her balance. I leaned over her, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered filthy things, telling her how good she felt, how tight she was, how much I wanted to make her cum.

Zack, she cried, her body trembling. I’m close. I’m so close.

Cum for me, Molly, I growled, my thrusts becoming more urgent. Cum on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart.

Her body tensed, her walls clenching around me as she screamed my name, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. I followed quickly, my own release building until I was shouting her name, my cum shooting deep inside her, filling her to the brim.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still trembling, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Slowly, I pulled out, watching as my cum leaked from her pussy, dripping down her thigh onto the kitchen floor. Molly turned, a satisfied smile on her face, her dress still hiked up, her hair a mess.

That was... incredible, she whispered, her hand brushing against my cheek.

I smiled, my heart still racing. Yeah, I agreed. It was.

But our moment was short-lived. The sound of the front door opening snapped us back to reality. Shit! Molly hissed, pushing her dress down as I quickly pulled up my pants. We were both breathing heavily, our clothes disheveled, as Jake and his dad walked into the kitchen.

Hey, guys, Jake said, grinning. Did we miss anything?

Molly and I shared a look, a silent understanding passing between us. Nope, she said, her voice steady. Just enjoying some lemonade.

Jake’s dad nodded, setting the hardware on the counter. Alright, let’s get these brackets installed.

As we followed them back to the living room, Molly and I exchanged knowing smiles, the memory of what we’d just shared lingering between us. It was wrong—so wrong—but it had been the best sex of my life. And as I helped Jake hang the drapes, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of measured cuts, drilled holes, and the satisfying click of brackets locking into place. Jake and his dad worked efficiently, their banter filling the room as I moved quietly, my mind still reeling from the encounter with Molly. Every time our eyes met, a silent current passed between us, a shared secret that made my heart race.

Finally, as the last drape was hung and the ladder was put away, Mr. Thompson clapped me on the back. "Great job, Zack.