Gangbanging the MILF E-Book

Fabia Berry

• Herausgeber: Fabia Berry
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Mature divorcee Tommie yearns for the touches of the three hot jocks she rents rooms to, but she can’t bring herself to act on her desires for fear they won’t be interested in a woman old enough to be their mother. But when the brawny young men catch her peeping on them in the shower, they give the sexy MILF exactly when she’s been longing for in a steamy menage that leaves no hole unfilled.

Leseprobe

Gangbanging the MILF

By Fabia Berry

Copyright 2018 by Fabia Berry

This work contains explicit sexual content and is for adults only.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

“We’re heading out for a jog, Ms. Palmer,” Troy told me as he and Lance passed through the kitchen toward the back door. “We’ll be back soon.”

I set down my coffee with a tut. “I keep telling you: Call me Tommie.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.”

“David’s not going with you?”

“Nah. He pulled something during the last game, so he’s sitting this one out. Shouldn’t take him long to heal up, though. He’s resilient.”

“So I noticed. By the way, don’t forget: The rent’s due tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll get it to you, Ms. Palmer, don’t worry.”

Troy opened the door, and he and his fellow jock stepped out into the early morning sunlight. I pushed away from the kitchen table, stood up, and crossed to the window. Looking out, I watched the two tall, buff young college men stride off down the walk, Troy’s blond hair glowing like gold in the sun, Lance’s auburn hair shining with coppery highlights. My gaze lingered over their broad shoulders, their beefy arms, their firm butts flexing rhythmically under their thin jogging shorts as they walked along. Then they vanished from sight behind the rhododendrons on the edge of the property

“‘Ms. Palmer,’” I muttered under my breath, not without a trace of bitterness, I sighed. It seemed that I would always be merely “Ms. Palmer” to them, merely their mature landlady, and nothing more. But, oh, I yearned to be so much more. I knew I was a fool for harboring impossible desires for my three young tenants, but I just couldn’t help myself.

How, I sometimes asked myself, had I gotten into this situation? But I knew. When I divorced Alan, my husband of over twenty years who had suddenly decided to go slobbering after his new secretary, I had kept our big old Victorian house, and to supplement my modest income and Alan’s laughably puny alimony payments, I started renting out a few of the spare rooms. After a string of unmemorable short-term tenants, David, Lance, and Troy moved in, and my life changed.

Having three handsome, fit, and charming young jocks around had awakened desires in me I hadn’t felt in ages. Alan had been my high-school sweetheart, and we had married very young, and aside from a few disappointing, go-nowhere dates in the months immediately after my divorce, my marriage had been my only real relationship. I had always regretted never getting a chance to sow my wild oats, and though I yearned to do so now with these three studs—I wanted it as I had never wanted anything else—I was afraid to act on my feelings. If I tried I’d probably just make a fool of myself. Why, these guys were half my age! My daughter, currently in grad school in another state, was older than them. Surely strapping young bucks like these wouldn’t be interested in some middle-aged divorcee. So I just kept my feelings to myself to spare myself the humiliation and embarrassment of rejection. But though suppressed, my desires didn’t go away. If anything, they only grew stronger.