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Milf fantasy stories: Good Boy

Milf fantasy stories Candice

I have a secret.

I can’t tell anyone, especially not Max.

So we can keep this our secret right?

Well, Max asked me to watch Peeve. I didn’t think much about it. Peeve has always been a good boy and never gotten into trouble, so I was happy to watch the fur grandbaby for Max.

Well, I was on the couch. I had been taking a nap and had a rather sexy dream about Max. So, of course when I woke up with a wet pussy I had to take care of it. So I shimmied out of my pants, my fingers going into my wet pussy and teasing my clit. I didn’t even think about Peeve being asleep on the couch until I felt a cold nose and some pretty intense sniffing. I was just about to tell him no when I felt a wide, warm, and long tongue lap at my wetness.

Oh… It’s such a sinful thing to admit but it felt really nice. Having him lap at my pussy, his tongue darting inside so deep and touching so much with just one lick. I couldn’t bring myself to stop him! In fact, I kept rubbing my clit. Tight little circles as he lapped at me like I was the best tasting bone in the world. I came a lot faster than I wanted to admit to and he made sure to drink and lick it all up.

I wish I could say that’s where it ended but when I looked down at him, I saw a bright red little rocket poking out. I hadn’t thought that he wasn’t altered and that he might be getting turned on too and it wasn’t fair for me to get off and leave the poor boy all bothered.

So don’t think badly of me but I had to help. I took him in my hand and he felt so hot and wet, he was so different than what I was used to but as I put my lips around him and he started to hump my mouth. Getting bigger and bigger until I felt an odd growth in my hand. He started to cum then. My hand holding him tight as he throbbed and throbbed in my mouth. It  was all I could do to swallow it all as he panted above me. He came for so long, I don’t know how much I drank but I was stuffed full of Peeve’s cum and he seemed like a much happier boy.

Is it wrong? Am I bad person for enjoying it? Would I be a bad mom if I wanted to try again? See what else I could do with Peeve? Please don’t tell Max.


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