I love the idea that I am now seen as a MILF. Seducing lads and girls where I’m technically old enough to be their mum gives me such a thrill. I’m in my mid-thirties now, and I’ve been enjoying the pleasures of eager young lovers for a while.
I have always been a flirtatious person. My sexual openness and adventurous nature were what attracted my husband to me. I met him in my late teens. I was already sexually confident, active and experienced. I had a string of boyfriends, often overlapping two or three at a time; some would be a onetime thing. The truly memorable times were with older men. Richard, whom I later married, was fifteen years my senior when we met.
At first, Richard enjoyed knowing I played around, and it turned him on to ask about the other boys I was seeing. Back then I was straight and never looked at girls. We got engaged and married, and after a couple of years, we started trying for children. I stopped all activity with other men for a short while, but as soon as I was pregnant, I carried on as before. Richard loved hearing what I had done if I met someone, and we would fuck like rabbits. Coming home with my knickers wet with some lad's cum was his biggest turn-on, for a while anyway. I made guys use condoms while we tried for a second baby, as I did not want to stop my extramarital fucking.
Two years passed after our second child was born, with us both blissfully happy. I was getting a lot of sex, though motherhood was a full-time job. I should say I had started working at a local dance school. I had always danced and knew it would be a great way to get back into shape and earn some cash with flexible hours.
It was Richard who suggested and arranged the first visit to a swingers' club. By then, I had lost my baby belly and was as fit and trim as I was when I was a teen. I wore a tight, figure-hugging outfit, but nothing too revealing. The club was filled with much older couples. We chatted at the bar, but none of the couples ticked our boxes. I attracted a lot of attention, and we declined a few offers. We went back a few times, on different nights, hoping to find a couple more like ourselves. One Friday evening, sitting at the bar, we were approached by a couple about Richard’s age. He was quite handsome and charming; she was beautiful and wearing a lace see-through top.
We got chatting, and it was obvious there was an attraction between us. We didn’t do anything more than a lot of flirting, kissing and some touching in the club and agreed to meet over the weekend. I had some reservations about meeting them; it would be the first time, to my knowledge, that Richard had played with anyone else since we got together. It would also be the first time Richard had been around when I got fucked. We drove to their house, a beautiful detached place in a nice area, which oddly helped to settle my nerves. We went indoors, had a drink and chatted like friends, though with a flirty undertone.
“Do you prefer the same room or separate room fun?” His question took us both by surprise; we had not thought that far ahead.
“This is our first time meeting like this,” Richard said.
I saw their expression drop. “We are going to play; don’t worry about that. We had not thought about rooms.” I quickly added.
They both smiled again, relieved, I guessed, that their evening of fun was still guaranteed.
“Let’s go upstairs and see how you feel. Same room or separate, as long as we all have some fun.” She held her hand out as she said it and led me up to a lovely bedroom with a huge bed.
Richard and her husband followed behind us. I kissed Richard as we watched the other couple strip off. She had a great body, taller than me with blonde hair and nice-sized pert tits and big nipples. He was in good shape with a very nice cut cock, longer and thicker than Richard’s; I hoped Richard was going to be OK with this. I quickly stripped and helped Richard do the same. We kissed each other one more time before we swapped partners. We both gave our ‘new’ man a suck to start things off; he went down on me, and I enjoyed a fast orgasm. Richard lay on his back while she rode him very enthusiastically.
We enjoyed fucking and sucking, bouncing together on the big bed. I noticed Richard watching me most of the time. All the sex was in our new couple until I was surprised and thrilled by Richard. The man had fucked me missionary and filled my pussy with cum and moved very quickly up to straddle my chest. He drew his still hard cock across my face, and with his legs on either side of my head. I was pinned to the bed. I opened my mouth and began to suck his cum and my pussy juices from him. A moment later, I was surprised to feel Richard between my legs, lapping at my pussy. He always enjoyed fucking my creamy, spunky pussy but had never gone down on me like that.
He was inspired; his tongue expertly flickered and teased me in ways I hardly recognised. I was soon on the very edge of an orgasm, and he expertly kept me there continually. The cock I was sucking was hard and responding to my tongue. I was in a sexual nirvana, my whole body becoming sensitive to any touch. Something bumped and nudged my head, and I opened my eyes to see Richard kneeling above me, stroking his cock. It took a few seconds to register; if Richard was there, it must be the other wife licking me so expertly. I was shocked and amazed to be the centre of everyone’s attention and secretly even more thrilled and excited by the oral devotion.
I managed to free up one arm and took a firm grip on Richard's cock. The man straddling me moved until both men were kneeling, one on each side of my head. I began to suck him in earnest while wanking Richard fast, just the way he likes it. I wished I could have watched the scene. Richard started shaking, and suddenly he came, shooting a few ropes of cum across my face. The sight must have tipped the man, and he flooded my mouth with another cum load while announcing he was cumming. She intensified her attention and pushed me hard and fast into one of the most satisfying orgasms. We all sat or lay in silence for a while, panting and grinning. We didn’t speak much while we cleaned up and dressed, though we did agree to meet again.
Over the next year, we met that same couple and later added another couple they introduced us to. He was a little older, and she was a very petite Asian lady in her twenties and completely submissive to his directions. At first, Richard was keen to watch me with other women as a warm-up before swapping and fucking. I initially struggled with being so intimate with another woman, but that first experience reminded and encouraged me every time. Within a few months, I became addicted and could spend hours exchanging orgasmic bliss with another woman. Richard was never so keen on fucking the other woman as I was being fucked by her man and enjoying her.
Richard became increasingly reluctant to meet either of the swinger couples or go to the club, and it caused a few disagreements. I enjoyed the extra attention and was quite sad when both couples said they did not want to regularly meet me alone. Richard also tried to stop me from going out and meeting random men for sex; he became very possessive. I resented the control and sudden change from him, and we separated when I refused to stop under any circumstances. He divorced me on the grounds of adultery; I could hardly contest it. I went back to enjoying guilt-free sex with a string of men but found it harder to find casual sex with a good-looking woman.
The evening dance classes supplied a constant stream of willing men for sex. I was one of the younger teachers and had settled on a leotard and wrap-around skirt as my go-to outfit. Almost every week or two a young couple would sign up to learn a first dance for their wedding. A surprising number of those engaged and deeply in love men would watch me intently. The ones I fancied were easy picking for a private lesson on their own, usually in secret, and almost always in their bed or car. Rarely ever did one of those young ladies look at me that way, but there were just enough to support my desire for some female sexual fun.
With my trim figure and a selection of tight-fitting, skimpy dancewear. I would take myself clubbing once a week. I had the stamina to dance all night and attracted many a keen man for fun outside. There were even fewer girls open to fun than at the dance school, which surprised me. I did visit a gay bar a couple of times but never found anyone I was attracted to. I seemed to draw older women to me, but they reminded me too much of the couples who tried to paw me at the swingers club. I gave up looking for female company there.
Almost two years ago, my parents moved away, and I lost my free babysitting and support. It severely curtailed my ability to go out and act like a teenager in the evenings. I advertised for a reliable and local babysitter, and that is when Jemima, Jem, as she prefers, knocked on my door.
The moment I saw her, I knew I had to have her. She told me she was sixteen; I phoned her parents to check both her age and that they were OK with her babysitting. I thought she was wearing her uniform, perhaps to make her look smarter, more presentable and trustworthy. Her plaid skirt only came down to mid-thigh, and she had a beautiful pair of legs. They were like dancer's legs, shapely and well-defined. She wore her blonde hair in a high ponytail with a fringe, a hairstyle I find irresistible.
At first, I thought she was a little chubby due to the sweatshirt over her blouse. Only later would I find that she was slimmer than me but blessed with a spectacular pair of tits that defied gravity. She had what I can only describe as a beautiful and open face. The bluest eyes sparkled when she smiled, which seemed to be all the time. She would have made the perfect ‘page three’ girl.
I invited her in and we spoke for a while; she told me she was used to looking after her younger brother. She said she was keen to do the work and earn some money. I introduced her to my two kids, and we sat in the lounge for half an hour while I watched her interact and play with them. I have to admit, half the time I was just watching her and wondering if there could ever be a way to play with her myself. She left, and I said I would be in touch. I asked the kids what they thought of her, and they were happy.
A week later Jem arrived a little early for her first evening babysitting for me. She wore leggings and the same sweatshirt. I let her in and went over all the rules for the kids, wrote down the number of the dance school and nervously left the house. I declined a lift home from one of the regulars, which also meant missing out on a reliable back seat fuck to get home from dancing as quickly as possible. Jem was watching the TV turned low, and the house looked fine, the kids were asleep, and I paid and thanked her. We agreed on a midweek and Saturday evening going forward.
The arrangement continued for the next year. Jem would arrive early, and over time we developed a friendship, and she would ask my opinion about things. Initially, I found her to be quite shy and timid. Towards the end of that year, Jem started to talk about boyfriends, the first of many, it turned out. It would start with how fantastic he was, and a week or two later, why they had broken up. Jem was quite open with me about wanting to be sexually active, sometimes asking for advice about things. She said she couldn't talk to her mum about it; I felt quite privileged to be trusted in this way.
During this time, once I learnt to trust Jem more, I would often accept a lift home and enjoy a fuck in a local lover's lane and arrive later than planned. I was getting some much-needed cock again. Jem threw a spanner in the works just when things seemed to be going so well. She wanted to go out with her friends on Saturday evenings; she felt she was missing out on the chance to meet boys. When she had a boyfriend, she wanted to be able to date on Saturdays like everyone else. Jem said her younger brother, now sixteen, could be trusted to babysit, and so I gave him a chance – that is a whole different story, which you may have already read about in part one.
One Wednesday evening, I confided in Jem about why I was so late home again. I had just enjoyed a particularly exhilarating fuck, and she had asked if I was OK when I walked in looking flushed and smiling like a Cheshire cat. She was interested to hear all about it, but it was already half-past eleven, so I promised to tell her the following week.
Jem arrived nearly an hour early the following Wednesday and began asking me about that evening before she was in the door. The kids were playing outside, and so I quickly told her all about the fantastic fuck I had enjoyed. It became apparent that Jem was nothing like as experienced as I had assumed. She told me that almost all of her episodes involved boys her age wanting to see and feel her amazing tits. A couple had wanted sex or a blow job after getting her top undone. She said she had twice had sex, which lasted moments and was disappointing.
Jem did tell me she was on the pill and felt that she was missing out. Some of her friends, she said, were enjoying very full sex lives. I’d been harbouring very inappropriate thoughts about Jem ever since she first came to my house. I’d fantasised about her, too, even seeking out girls who looked like her when out clubbing. I decided that it was about time I took a chance and hoped to seduce her. My recent success with her brother gave me more confidence.
I filled in a lot more detail about the sex I had enjoyed that night, focusing on all the foreplay. I told her all about touching and teasing, wanking and sucking his cock. I could tell she was concentrating and eager to hear more. I decided to risk a little extra comment to gauge her reaction.
“I love it when a guy goes down on me to get me ready for sex, but the best oral I ever had was with another woman.”
Jem’s reaction was instant and disappointing. A frown flickered across her face as she stared at me in silence. I decided to press on, thinking the worst case would be she would quit, and I’d carry on training her brother twice a week. He had proven to be a very pliable and willing student and already an accomplished lover with the youthful recovery that I found so attractive.
“You must have experimented with another girl, one of your friends?” Although I had come to appreciate and enjoy lesbian sex later in life, it seemed the right question to ask.
“No, no, never. I don’t think I could.” She was suddenly flustered and back to the nervous, shy girl I had met so long ago.
“Come on; everyone experiments, even if they don’t admit it.” I wanted to reach out and hug her to reassure her. I wanted to kiss her and rip her clothes off, to be honest. “You have at least had someone do that for you?”
She lowered her face just a little and sounded almost apologetic as she told me no one had ever done anything like that with her.
“But you are beautiful; I can’t believe no one has done that. Have you ever been approached by anyone older?”
She shook her head and looked even sadder.
I decided to take a bigger chance; nothing ventured, nothing gained, I thought as I began to speak. “I like you, Jem, and I’m sad that you are missing out on so much. I’d like to help you, and I hope you feel you can trust me.”
Jem had a flicker of a smile on her face as she nodded.
“You know you can talk to me about anything, and I hope that you know anything we talk about or do remains totally private here. If you let me, I can show you some of the beautiful experiences you are missing out on. To show you things your friends would be jealous of in a way that will empower you to enjoy all the sexual fun you desire with anyone.” I felt my face redden briefly as I searched Jem’s face for a reaction.
Jem seemed to take forever to answer. I was sure I had gone too far. I hoped she was not about to leave.
“Have a think, and we can talk about it when I get home later.” I got up to get ready, thinking I would have at least one more evening out.
Dance classes seemed to drag on, which was so unusual for me. Normally, the evening would race by. I turned down a lift home from a couple who had been coming to lessons for a couple of weeks, another first dance ambition. I was quite certain he fancied me and had noticed her looking and smiling at me more than usual, too. I made my excuses and promised them some private time next week.
I arrived home early and stepped indoors, bracing myself for Jem’s considered reply. Jem’s response surprised me greatly.
“Maggie, I do want to learn; I want to experience those things you told me about. I’ve been thinking about it all evening. I should have said yes before you left, but I’ve never done anything with a girl before. I’m frightened that I’ll make a fool of myself.”
Jem looked as cute as I have ever seen her. Her blouse was stretched tight across her ample chest, with the top of her cleavage on show. Her hair was neatly pulled back into her high ponytail, and her face was flushed; I could not tell if it was excitement or embarrassment.
“Let me show you something you have been missing out on. I don’t want you to do anything other than close your eyes, lie back, and enjoy yourself. I’m not going to do anything different from what a boy or man should be doing to please you.”
Jem dutifully closed her eyes and settled back into the sofa. I was glad she had worn a skirt this evening; it would make things easier. I knelt on the floor in front of her and planted a row of delicate kisses up the inside of her left calf. Jem didn’t react at all. I moved across and kissed a line up her right calf to the inside of her knee. Jem shifted in the seat and splayed her knees a little wider apart. I knew from that moment we would be lovers.
I alternated kisses inside of both knees, venturing just a few inches onto her inner thighs until I reached the hem of her skirt. Jem had slowly relaxed her legs to fall wider apart. Dipping my head, I could see all the way up her beautiful, shapely thighs to a white cotton panty crotch. I wanted to lunge forward and explore inside but knew I had to take my time. I planted more soft kisses, two or three on each thigh, while nudging her skirt higher with each one.
Jem let out a small murmur in reaction to a line of kisses halfway up the inside of her left thigh while my nails traced circles at the same point on her right leg. I sat on my heels to admire the view, her panties more exposed than before. I noticed Jem’s eyes were still closed while I placed a hand on each of her knees to gently spread them further apart. Jem lifted her feet and placed them wide apart. Even with the shadow of her skirt, the damp patch growing in her knickers was obvious.
I kissed all the way up her inner thigh to the very edge of her panties and then repeated it up the other leg. I lifted her skirt up and revealed her plain white panties; her pubic mound bulged inside. I kissed gently around the edges of the material, and Jem made more small noises. My fingers hooked into the top and drew them down a fraction while I kissed each piece of newly exposed skin. Soon, I was kissing soft, downy, blonde pubes. As her panties got lower, I kissed the crease at the top of her thighs, with each kiss getting closer and closer to her pussy.
Jem moved her legs closer together, touching my sides, which allowed me to draw her underwear a few inches down her legs. I leaned back to take in the full beauty of the moment. Jem’s pussy was beautifully framed in light pubes that did not need to be trimmed. Her pussy was an innie with her lips beginning to part while shining and wet with excitement. Jem's eyes were still closed, but her face was flushed red, and her hands were gripping the edge of the sofa so tightly her knuckles were white.
I leaned forward and traced my tongue slowly up the full length of her opening, savouring the delicate taste. Jem gasped as she felt our first real contact. I alternated kisses and probing licks all the while tasting and thrilling at her beauty. I did not think she was anywhere near orgasm, but I knew she was past the point of stopping. I moved back to have the space to remove her panties.
“Don’t stop; please don’t stop now.” Jem sounded quiet, yet desperate.
I laughed a little, relieved to hear her speak, before assuring her I was making her more comfortable as I pulled her panties off. I quickly kissed my way up one thigh before driving my tongue deeply into her. Jem spread her legs wide and murmured something. I flickered my tongue higher and higher until I found her clit hiding under its little pink hood. Jem’s legs twitched with each contact I made. Her pussy was leaking so much that my face and her thighs were wet; she tasted so fresh and delicious.
I used my fingers to spread her lips open, pushing up, exposing her little pink nub, which looked so beautiful. Gently licking and kissing and suckling were driving Jem inexorably towards an orgasm. I could feel and taste her excitement building. It took all of my willpower to slow myself and keep her just short of exploding. Jem was whimpering and becoming more vocal, and I knew it was time to push her to her first orgasm from a woman.
I guided two fingers deep into her pussy while circling her clit with my tongue. Turning my hand palm up, I sought out her G-spot with my fingers. I began to press and massage in time with my tongue, both slowly accelerating and becoming firmer. Within minutes, Jem began to cry out, her legs trembled and tightened to grip my sides, and her whole body began to convulse. I kept massaging and licking hard and fast for a few seconds before withdrawing to watch Jem writhe and shake in absolute pleasure.
I wish I’d had the time to free her boobs; they promised to be stupendous as they heaved and trembled in her blouse. Jem did not move for a couple of minutes, other than all the little aftershocks that rippled through her. I pulled her skirt back down to cover her and looked around to see where I had tossed her panties. I could feel that my face was shiny with Jem’s juices. I sat on my heels and watched Jem slowly open her eyes. She looked sheepish and smiled.
“You had better make your way home; your parents will wonder why you are so late.”
Jem sat up and looked tired, but serenely happy. “Thank you, that was just amazing.” She managed to say one word at a time as if still in a daze.
“If you enjoyed that half as much as I think you did, I hope you will let me show you so much more. See you next Wednesday.”
Jem threw her arms around my neck. I thought she was going to kiss me, but it was just a tight hug. She started thanking me over and over; she seemed to have forgotten her missing underwear as I guided her out and told her she was entirely welcome and that I looked forward to seeing so much more of her soon.
