Sexy MILF'S Love Lessons E-Book

Alana Church

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Nolan is hopeless when it comes to dating. His sexy neighbor Helen is trying to put her life back together after a divorce. When Nolan asks for some tips on how to deal with women, the horny MILF puts one and one together for a very erotic twosome! Helen is going to teach the teen everything she knows...and more!

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

"Are you a virgin, Nolan?" The question rocked him back on his heels. 

There was a splintered second when he thought about lying. 

Helen must have read the answer in his eyes. "Yes, then." He nodded miserably, and she shook her head. "Why so embarrassed? Virginity is a very curable condition."

"I just..." He fumbled for the right words. "If we're going to bed, I want to be sure that you know, you have a good time, too."

The older woman grinned, the expression unexpectedly wicked on her face. "Oh, I guarantee that I'm going to have a good time," she said. "Trust me on that one, Nolan." He fingers tapped his crotch, testing his hardness. She found her voice softening and slowing, slipping into the southern drawl of her youth. "Now," she continued more briskly, trying to tamp down the fire in her groin. "Have you had a shower today?"

Nolan nodded. "Yes."

"Hmmm." She leaned close, and before he knew it, she had kissed his cheek. Her lips moved, and he held still as she explored his mouth in a long, sensual kiss that had him holding her waist and pulling her close. "You taste good. Nothing worse than kissing a man with bad breath."

"What about..." He tried to come up with something witty, but Sharon stopped him with another kiss. His arms came around her, holding her close, as she nibbled at his lips, her tongue sliding into his mouth with a skill he could barely believe.

"Right." Was it just his imagination, or was her breath coming a little bit faster? She took his hand. "Bedroom. Now."

She led him down the hall and into what was obviously the master bedroom. It was clean and neat, with an embroidered quilt spread over the bed and a matched bureau and nightstand set in dark red wood.

He turned to find Helen looking at him, a smile on her lips. "Worried?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. I mean," he said, gesturing towards her helplessly. "What should I do?"

"Relax, concentrate, and listen," she said, coming into his arms again. "It's not too hard," she added, when their kiss ended.

"It feels pretty hard to me."

She cocked her head at him. "Sorry," he muttered. "Just...trying to, you know..."

Helen put her finger on his lips, stopping him before he said something stupid. "It's all right. I know you're nervous. Just let me take the lead, all right?" Nolan nodded gratefully. "Now. Let's start with clothes. They need to be off." She lifted one of his hand and put it on her chest, near the buttons of her blouse.

So he undressed his sexy next-door neighbor, trying to hide the shaking of his fingers as more and more of her lovely body was revealed. Her bra was plain cotton, and Helen closed her eyes when he dared to bend and press his lips to the slope of her breast. She turned, and he managed to undo the hooks with a minimum of fumbling, which eased his confidence.

"Ah-ah!" Helen warned as he reached for her breasts. She sat down on the bed, out of his reach, and wagged her legs at him. "All the clothes, young man."

He smiled and knelt to take off her shoes and socks, and then pulled her jeans off...

Leseprobe

Sexy MILF’s Love Lessons

By Alana Church

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2021 Alana Church

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

Chapter 1

Nolan pulled up to his house. But instead of getting out of the car he simply sat, staring into the distance through the windshield.

Another Friday night. Another date. And another failure. What the fuck is wrong with me?

If the universe knew the answer, it wasn’t telling. He leaned back, resting his head on the seat, and replayed the evening in his mind.

It hadn’t started off well, that was for certain. This had been his third date with Paula, and even at the beginning of the night, Nolan had sensed she had reservations about the entire thing. After two mediocre dates, he had tried to step up his game by taking her out to eat at the Fox and Hound, one of the better places in town.

But by the end of the meal, she had been responding to him in terse, one-word sentences. And after he had paid the bill, she had told him that she really didn’t feel like going to the movie, Nolan, and would it be all right if he took her straight home? At that point, all he could do was stammer out an agreement and drop her off at her house.

And then, of course, drive home, where his mother and sister would be waiting.

Knuckles rapped against the window, making him flinch in surprise. When he turned his head, Jean was staring back at him, shaking her head.

Fuck. He got out of the car and slammed the door shut.

“Let me guess,” his little sister said. “Three strikes, you’re out?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he grumbled, and headed for the house. “And how do you know, anyway?”

“Paula’s sister is on the dance team with me. She texted me when you dropped her off.” Jean skipped up the stairs ahead of Nolan, and opened the door for him with a flourish. “What did you do to make her dump you?”

“She didn’t dump me.” He jerked off his tie and sent it flying towards the sofa, and undid the top button of his dress shirt. “Because we weren’t even officially dating. You can’t get dumped by a girlfriend you don’t have.” He resisted the urge to add a ‘so there!’ and stick his tongue out at her. But he was eighteen, not eight. And Jean wasn’t six.

“Huh. All I got to say, big brother, is that you better get with the program. Or you’re going to have to change your name from Nolan to No-lay.” She put her hands behind her head and mimed a couple of hip thrusts, snickering.

“Jeannette Alexandra!” Their mother swept into the room, frowning at her daughter, while offering Nolan’s arm a compassionate squeeze. “Try to be decent, won’t you?”

“Why? It’s no fun.”

“Count yourself lucky, Jeannie,” Nolan muttered out of the side of his mouth. “Mom just saved your life.”

“Hah. You wish. I’m sweet and loveable and cute as a button. Everyone says so.”

Nolan stared at her. “What color is the sky on your planet?”

“Blue. The same color as your balls.”

“Jeanette!” Sharon Carey’s voice cracked like a whip. “That is enough! You apologize to your brother immediately.”

“I apologize, Nolan,” Jeannette said. But her chastened demeanor was belied by the guilty twitch of her lips, and the unsteady quaver in her voice. “I’m sorry that you have blue balls.”

Nolan couldn’t help it. Despite the disappointment of the evening, he began to snicker. His mother glared at the pair of them, and they tried to hold back their laughter. But then their eyes met, and they totally lost it, giggling and snorting like a couple of kids who had been caught making fart jokes late at night in their bedroom when they should have been asleep.

Sharon watched them both, her hands on her hips. Her mouth curled fondly, and she shook her head.

“You kids. I swear you’ll be the death of me. So, Nolan. Do you have any appetite left? Jean and I were thinking about going out for ice cream.”

There was very little in this world, Nolan decided a short time later, that couldn’t be made better by a peanut buster parfait with extra fudge topping.

He dug his plastic spoon into the cup, lifted another glob of cold, sugary nirvana to his mouth and groaned. “Heaven.”

His mother nodded agreement. The three were sitting in a row on a bench in a little pocket park across from the mini-mall where they had bought their treats. The sun was long gone, but the early-spring air was still warm and balmy.

“So what went wrong with Paula?” she asked, her tone careful.

He slumped back on the bench. “Hell if I know, Mom. I thought we would be good together. I always liked her, even as far back as grade school. I mean, she was always real shy and stuff, but she had a nice smile. And she wasn’t one of those girls who turned into nasty bitches in junior high, always wanting to put you down.” Unspoken, at least in front of his mother and sister, was a deep and heartfelt appreciation for how Paula’s body had…matured…over the last couple of years. The tiny, reed-thin girl that he remembered from Miss Bandy’s third-glade class ten years ago was now a slender, poised young woman with curves he had itched to get his hands on.

“But?”

He waved his hands. “But…I don’t know. I really don’t. I didn’t, you know, try to go over the line. And I was always on time, and didn’t act like some weaselly little cheapskate when she was ordering her dinner.” He mustered a faint smile. “Hell. I even shaved and put on deodorant.”

“Betty said that Paula said that you acted like a complete twat,” Jean said mildly, scraping out the last of her sundae.”

“I…what?” Nolan sputtered as his mother choked. “What did I do?”

Jean shrugged. “Betty didn’t say.”

“Well, that’s a big help!” He narrowed his eyes at his little sister. “So are you making that up? Or is Betty just trying to cause trouble?” He hadn’t liked the beady-eyed glare Paula’s sister had given him when he picked her up earlier in the evening. Maybe she was celebrating his humiliation by trying to wind Jean up. Not that his sister usually needed any assistance when it came to pointing out his flaws.

He threw his empty container into a nearby trash can. “Screw it. Tomorrow’s Saturday. I’m not going to sit around all weekend and whine about how unfair the world is.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to sit around all weekend and watch the tourney,” he replied. “Alabama isn’t going to know what hit it. I bet we beat those rednecks by thirty points. Sweet sixteen for Illinois. Final Four, here we come!”

His mother smiled indulgently, while Jean snorted. They had tolerated Nolan’s bragging while the University of Illinois basketball team had climbed the charts over the winter, his enthusiasm increased by the fact that he had been accepted to his dream school during their rampage through the Big Ten Conference. More than a decade removed from any significant success, the team was threatening to win its first ever national championship.

“And next year I’ll be there,” he gloated. “Season tickets, sitting courtside, and watching us beat the unholy snot out of losers like Iowa and Northwestern and Nebraska.”

“Yes, dear,” his mother said, rolling her eyes. She stood up. “Oh, by the way. You need to mow Helen’s yard tomorrow. She stopped by earlier and asked when you were planning to do it.”

“Crap.” He followed his mother across the park towards their car. “Why can’t she find someone else to do it?”

“Because you do it every year, Nolan. And you’ve never told her you won’t. And don’t even think about backing out now,” she warned him. “All the lawn-service companies will be full up. They’ll make her pay twice what she should, just to get someone out here. If you were tired of doing it, you should have told her last fall. Or even a couple of months ago.”

“Maybe she can find some other kid.”

“Maybe you should quit whining and do it,” Jean said from behind him.

“Crap,” he repeated. “It’s not like I need the money. Not like I did when I was eleven.”

“When you were eleven,” his mother said, amused, “you blew it all on baseball cards and video games.”