My name is Gina Weiß. I've been writing erotic books for some time now. Like my book series "The German Slave" or "Gina's Sex Stories". But now I would like to dedicate myself to a new project. "The german Milf" - is a collection of erotic short stories. The focus is on homoerotic relationships among young women. To make reading easier, I write in the first person form. The german Milf, is an erotic novel. It is about Tina, a beautiful woman in her early forties. Tina meets Maik at a party. Maik is a young man. Just tender 20. And he is the son of a former classmate. Maik and Tina get close.
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The german Milf
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preamble
My name is Gina Weiß. I've been writing erotic books for some time now. Like my book series "The German Slave" or "Gina's Sex Stories". But now I would like to dedicate myself to a new project.
"The german Milf" - is a collection of erotic short stories. The focus is on homoerotic relationships among young women. To make reading easier, I write in the first person form.
The German Milf, is an erotic novel. It is about Tina, a beautiful woman in her early forties. Tina meets Maik at a party. Maik is a young man. Just tender 20. And he is the son of a former classmate. Maik and Tina get close.
The german Milf
It was a lukewarm summer evening and my parents had invited me and my girlfriend to barbecue in their beach house on the Baltic Sea. My mother had called me extra in the afternoon and asked me to be on time at least once in my life as a few old friends were visiting. Caroline, 19, and I, 20, spent a wonderful afternoon on the beach and I made my way to my parents around 6 pm.
Caroline did not accompany me that evening, because she was on duty at the hospital from 8 p.m. and it was about 35 Miles to our home in the city where we lived and worked.
To the surprise of my parents I had managed, contrary to their expectations, to be with them on time. I didn't really want to have a barbecue that evening, but since I had already agreed a few days ago, I didn't want to disappoint my mother Marianne, 41. When I arrived at my parents' house, I was amazed that there was only a strange car in the driveway, when usually more guests were invited to their barbecue parties.
I strolled more bored than enthusiastic, still in beach clothes towards the house. My father Jürgen, 44, stood with a somewhat stuffy working gentleman about the same age at the grill and talked about God and the world. I went into the house and to freshen up under the shower.
I brought the bag with change clothes into my room in the 2. floor and went into the bath on the same floor. After the refreshing shower, I put a bath towel around my hip and left the bathroom in a better mood with a whistle on my lips. On the way from the bathroom to my room I had to pass the guest room where the door was half open. As I walked past, I suddenly lost my breath.
I saw through the half-open door a very attractive woman, with shoulder-length dark blonde hair and endless long legs, which were covered only up to two thirds of her thigh by an elegant, very sexy looking bright summer dress. The sight of this slim woman, with the well-formed rounds in the right places, slightly bent forward in a bag searching something, made me freeze in front of the door. She had noticed me in the door and smiled cheekily at me. "Hello Maik, do you remember me?" she asked and approached me immediately. "No, should I' I returned a little irritated.
"Yes" She laughed, confident and looked at me for a while from head to toe. "Back then you were still so small, I think when you were three or four years old we last saw each other. I am Tina an old school friend of your mother" she answers with a sweet smile. While she was looking at me from head to toe, I just had to look at her cleavage, which was simply an eye-catcher through the V-neck of her dress. Her tender slightly tanned skin and the sweet scent of her perfume, when she stood just a few inches away from me, made my senses fade.
"Hey dream you" Tina pushed me? "Yes, what did you just say? I slowly came to my senses again and turned my gaze away from her body, towards her eyes again. She laughed cheekily and said: "Was there something special down there to watch?" and looked down at her body herself. "Well', I tried to avoid charmingly. "Are you really a school friend of my mother, I can remember your name, but when I see you like this I would have estimated you at 25 max. 27 years and not at my mother's age? "I am two years younger than Marianne, but thank you for the compliment.
We looked into each other's eyes once again and the cheeky shimmer of her green eyes fascinated me just as much as her seductive appearance. "But you have also become a real man," she said with a soft voice and her hand slightly touched my upper arm. She looked down on me once more and said: "Really sporty and well trained". I thanked her with a grin and said: "I'll get dressed first and then we'll see each other downstairs". I went to my room and put on a short shirt and jeans before I made my way down.
My mother was still in the kitchen and Tina stood next to her, with her back leaned against the fitted kitchen and her horny breasts slightly pressed out. I greeted my mother and looked what tasty things she just prepared. I don't have to introduce Tina to you anymore, my mother said you already made yourselves known above again. Yes, sixteen years is a long time, I said.
Don't worry about it, Tina said "I also don't know any more who I've seen before when I was three or four years old. But he was immediately enthusiastic about me, and I was enthusiastic about him. She added with a twinkle in her eye. I could only agree with her, enthusiastic was almost a little understated, for her great figure and this sexy charisma.
I went on the terrace, greeted my old man and Tina introduced me to her husband Georg (42), who in my opinion did not fit to this woman at all. She appeared modern, fun-loving, passionate and cheeky and he was at first sight conservative, well-behaved and bland rather a boring type. I stayed with the two men for a while and listened to their conversation. It was about politics, economy and I was astonished even a little bit about women.
My father and Georg seemed to know each other for half an eternity, just like my mother and Tina. I wouldn't have dared them to talk about the little youthful sins they were talking about. It was quite funny to hear what they had done. Besides, I still had a watchful eye for Tina, who together with my mother laid the table on the terrace. This woman could not be thirty-nine years old, these long legs and her cheeky cleavage, which she probably also presented to me a little consciously when she bent over the table and this crunchy bottom.
I was happy when everyone was finally sitting at the table and I didn't have to be so careful to get caught by my mother or by Georg with my cheeky and curious, albeit short looks at Tina's cleavage or her crunchy butt. The choice of my seat diagonally opposite, left of Tina, I should not regret in the course of the evening.
I had a good view and sat also directly beside her which made a conversation a little easier. Tina, Georg and my parents seemed to have collected over the last years enough conversation material and so that I sat in the beginning a little bored beside it and had enough time. I look at Tina in all peace and quiet, the well-formed legs crossed over each other and especially her thighs only half covered by the dress from up close.
Tina hadn't hidden my brief glances either, my interest in her didn't seem to be unpleasant to her, but rather to flatter her a little. In the course of the evening the most important topics of the last years were exchanged between my parents and their guests and the atmosphere relaxed a little. After a few beers my father had the idea to play songs from the 80's, which my mother and Tina welcomed and immediately combined with some dancing on our terrace.
That did not inspire my father now at all, however, after repeated request of the women he could be softened. I still confidently survived the evening without dancing, amused myself for the first still deliciously about the own goal of my father.
It passed not half an hour and my mother had completely deprived my father of the pleasure of dancing and he now preferred a new beer to dancing. That didn't stop my mother from swinging her dancing leg any further. Since the selection of men was not so large, Georg, who was an excellent dancer, had to dance alternately with his wife Tina and my mother. I was still cheerful not to have to dance when my mother got the late inspiration for my recently completed dance course.
Neither my mother, nor Tina with her heartbreaking smile, could refuse the wish of a dance. The compulsory dance with my mother was quickly completed and I lost no time to tackle the dance promised to Tina. We start with a relaxed disco dance, which to my regret allowed hardly any physical contact.
But after two songs my father had a see with me and chose a slower piece, which promised a little more body contact. I put my right hand around her hip and pulled her slightly towards me. Tina was an excellent dancer who understood the dance as a kind of flirt. I enjoyed her interplay of distance and closeness and her seductive scent, which penetrated my nose with every breath.
It was meanwhile already half dark and her breasts pressed now easily against my upper body, while we turned back and forth and talked about all kinds of things. I looked into her eyes and couldn't help but push my hand which until then had been good on her hip a little down towards her butt. I enjoyed the touch of her firm crisp butt which she swung to the beat of the music.
"You dance with all the women like that" she asked boldly. I could not deny myself a grin and said "if they like it". "You are sure of your thing", she said a little teasingly and I took that as a challenge to push my limits a little further. My hand slid slowly over her buttocks to massage her. But now Tina got a little nervous and she said quietly: "Stop it. That goes too far. Everyone can see us here."
At the end of the song we looked at each other for a moment and Tina thanked us with an elegant curtsey: "Thank you Maik, you are a very good dancer", which I used cheekily for a look at her cleavage and then I returned to the table. The other three were deep in conversation when I joined them again. Tina had briefly disappeared into the house and came back a little later.
She sat down next to me again and almost imperceptibly let her dress slide a little higher as she crossed her legs like a lady. She couldn't help smothering a sassy grin when she saw my renewed curious glances.
The occasional smokers Georg and my father had not allowed themselves to be deprived of a glass of cognac and a cigar from my mother at the festive end of the day. The two gentlemen said goodbye at around 11 pm, as they wanted to fish together early tomorrow morning. It had become completely dark now, and my mother had begun to clear the table up to the glasses, while Tina and I were deepened in a very pleasant and partly funny conversation.
My mother said goodbye a quarter of an hour later when she had finished tidying up and, in her opinion, was ready for the bed. Tina leaned forward a bit to me so that I could see her inviting neckline without any problems and asked me with her enchanting smile: "What are we two pretty ones doing here now? I also met her a bit and thought what is this wonderful woman doing here with me.
"I would already know a few things if I looked at your seductive body like that. The words slip out of my mouth without thinking. "What then? she asked boldly. Her cleavage attracted me magically and I had trouble concentrating on her shining eyes. I took a deep breath and still didn't answer completely in my senses: "Can't you imagine what every reasonable man would like to do with such a woman as you in the best years?
To underline my words, I took my left hand and put it on her right knee and stroked tenderly over her leg. Tina still answered with a sure and tender voice: "Would you have the courage? I am almost twice as old - married - and could be your mother. I felt gripped by my honour and wanted this extraordinarily strong and yet very tender woman with her unique erotic charisma absolutely.
For a moment we looked silently deep into each other's eyes and my hand slowly moved provokingly higher her thigh, the thumb stroking the inside of her thigh.
I stretched my head a little bit further towards her and said: "I am a young man and would be stupid if I didn't at least try it. Your sight already fascinated me this afternoon and of such a horny figure as you have it many women at my age can only dream. Every real man would like to touch your crunchy bottom".
I felt her nervously slipping back a bit on her seat, slightly opening her legs, which had been crossed over each other. Without another word, my left hand slowly slid her thigh even higher, up to the hem of her dress. Tina tries a half-hearted protest: "Stop we must not do this! I am married…" To defend myself against my tender touches, while my left hand unerringly shoved itself under her dress, I pressed my lips slightly on her open mouth.
She stuck her tongue in my mouth and started to kiss me wildly, and our tongues danced around each other without restraint. She slipped me on her chair a piece entgegen, whereby her dress remained hanging on the chair and thus the thin fabric almost the whole length of her wonderful legs freigab. My penis stretched in the tight jeans and my fingers slowly explored the inside of her thighs. She opened the legs even further, sat there with closed eyes and enjoyed the touch of my fingers which slowly approached her lap. My finger gently stroked along the edge of her thong, she sighed a soft sigh.
My middle finger went slowly on Erkundungsfahrt, stroked over the warm damp material of her panties - massaged gently her labia by the material - I drove with the finger into her column and stroked over the clitoris. These touches let them again lustfully aufstöhnen. I let my fingers wander again tenderly along the edge of the panty before my index finger gently slipped into her panty. I felt the narrow stroke of her short shaved pubic hair. She was wet.
My finger was just about to penetrate deeper into her warm moist crevice as Tina gently pulled my hand back. I looked irritated into her eyes. She smiled at me, appeasing me. "Please don't come here if someone sees us. she breathed very gently into my ear. She took my hand and said: "I want you, but not here" and we walked tightly embraced towards the garden gate.
We were now a few hundred meters away from my parents' house. Tina pulled me into a small side path between the houses. She had nestled herself close to me I felt her breath as she whispered quietly into my ear: "Maik I want you now and here!
I looked her once again deeply in the eyes and took her head gently between my hands - stroked tenderly her cheeks - we kissed each other deeply - I slid with my fingers over the tender skin of her shoulders and gently pushed almost timidly the straps of the dress from the shoulders and her dress released the beautiful firm breasts. I felt her hard nipples on my chest and her right leg in my crotch as she pressed me to the house wall. My hands stroked demanding further over her back - her crisp bottom.
I drove my finger under her short dress and directly into her tiny thong. My index finger slipped along the narrow line of her pubic hair and Tina spread her legs a little further than I penetrated into her warm wet column. Soon I had reached her clitoris, which I now stimulated with nimble movements of my fingertip. My hard penis which almost hurt, could not have escaped Tina. She finally opened my pants and pushed her hand into my shorts and immediately began to massage my hard cock.
I knew that I would not be able to endure this massage for long, so much my cock pounded. Tina had probably guessed that too and let me do it briefly - she opened my jeans completely and pulled my shorts down to the hollows of my knees. My long, hard cock stood up steeply against her. "Now I can finally enjoy it in all its beauty. she breathed into my ear.
She quickly stripped off her thong and we kissed deeply, she held my stand tightly clasped and massaged the long, thick shaft, pushed the foreskin up and down again and again. Tina detached herself from me and breathed groaning: "I want you now immediately - fuck me finally, I want you very deep in me feel!
She raised her dress over her hip - bent her upper body forward and supported herself with one hand against the wall of the house in front of her. She spread her thighs and stretched out her seductive buttocks towards me. I embraced her hip and pushed what elicited a loud moan from her.
