Dreams Come True

Dreams Come True

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

I keep having hot dreams about my friend's hot mom, who was a MILF. One day I had the opportunity to make my dreams come true when my friend was asleep, and I seized that chance and it happened.

Summary

I keep having hot dreams about my friend's hot mom, who was a MILF. One day I had the opportunity to make my dreams come true when my friend was asleep, and I seized that chance and it happened.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Dreams Come True

Author Chapter Note

I keep having hot dreams about the MILF. One day I had the opportunity to make my dreams come true, and I did.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: August 08, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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I've had fantasies about my friend Twain's hot mother ever since he invited me to his house and introduced me to her. She was a smoking hot 35 year old single mother called Lisa who's had 2 husbands, and she divorced all of them after a year or two. Men were constantly after her, not so much for her personality but more for her supermodel body and hot Brazillian good looks. She had a firm, curvy ass and round 34D boobs, not to mention long, tanned legs with brown creamy thighs that were constantly toned. She was the MILF (Mother I'd Like to Fuck). 

Twain and I were both 19 and going to college, so naturally we always talk about the hot girls we would like to bang. He tells me the names of hot girls we both know, and I do the same too, but the truth was that I wanted to get my dick in his hot mom. I was still a virgin, but Twain has lost his virginity about 2 years ago in a pool party at our friend's house. We were both tall, handsome boys with big dicks who girls at our college frequently gossip about, but Twain was the one who got the girls wet because of the good looks and body he inherited from his mother. I keep having boners in class because I was fantasizing about her. 

We were walking to his house from the college, talking about this party that we were just invited to. He told me about how awesome it's going to be and I just kept nodding blankly. I had a huge boner in my shorts 'cuz I was getting excited about the fact that I was going to see his hot mom again. When we reached his house and knocked on the door, it swung open and instantly my dick got wet.

"Uh, hi Ms. Lisa!", I said nervously. She was wearing a tight black shirt that exposed a lot of her cleavage. Her thigh-exposing yoga shorts were enough to make me cum.

"Hey there Jon," she answered as she kissed Twain on the cheek.

"How many times have I told you to just call me Lisa?" she laughed as she closed the door behind us. I swung my bag down on the couch and collapsed in it with Twain.

"Hey mom where's the remote?" Twain asked. 

"It's right here honey!", she answered as she bent down in front of us to grab the remote on the floor. I had a perfect view of her firm, round ass. My dick tingled in pleasure as I thought of an idea to cover my erection from Twain. 

"Excuse me guys," I said as I rose up from my seat, accidentally grinding my erection into her soft ass. I quietly groaned in pleasure and looked at Twain to see if he noticed but he was looking at his phone. But Lisa noticed. She looked at me and unexpectedly gave me a sexy wink. I ignored it as I went to the bathroom, and once I got in and locked the door, I took off my shorts to check my erection. There was a wet spot of my pre-cum on my boxers, and I was so tempted to jerk off right there. But I didn't want them to think I was taking a shit so I just washed my hands, checked my hair and left. I returned to the couch but Lisa wasn't there, and Twain was half asleep, probably tired from football practice today. I went to the kitchen and Lisa was sitting at the counter looking at me with a sexy glare. Since she was kind of blocking the way to the fridge because it was really narrow, I asked if she could let me through. 

"Sure Jon," she replied in a surprisingly silky and sexy voice while standing up. She leaned against the counter pushing her curvy ass up and making way for me, and I tried to squeeze through without making any awkward contact. As I passed through her, she suddenly lost grip on the counter and fell on me. I caught her by the hips and for a heavenly while I felt her soft ass cheeks griding against my dick through my shorts. I openly groaned in pleasure as I felt a bit of pre-cum spill into my boxers as I grabbed her smooth hips. She gave out an agonizingly sexy moan as I accidentally pressed my dick into her pussy mound through her shorts. As we both stood up she bit her lower lip seductively and breathed into my ears: "You're so naughty Jon, grinding into my ass like that." 

I didn't say anything in return but I was shocked by the fact that my lips were an inch away from her neck. After gazing at her smooth, caramel-colored skin I pressed my lips against her neck and kissed her. She moaned into my ears and my dick tingled again. Grabbing me by the hair she kissed my neck back and before I knew it, we were making out passionately and I had one hand on her back and another feeling her hot ass. Suddenly she pulled away and grabbed my hand. 

"Follow me," she said. We went to check where Twain was and sure enough, he was fast asleep on the couch. Still holding my hand, she guided me up the stairs while swishing her curvy ass left and right seductively in front of my face. Twain's room was on the second floor and the rec room was on the third, but I've never been on the fourth floor of their house, which was Ms. Lisa's room.

As we entered her room, I couldn't believe that my dream was fulfilling by the second. I noticed that her door was made of soundproof material, since I had a lecture about it at my college. In fact, the walls in her room were all soundproof. "She must fuck a lot when Twain is here," I thought to myself. 

Her room was simple but still impressive. It was filled with the finest modern furniture. She stopped, looked at my face, and kissed me again. We made out for another 2 minutes before I pulled away and asked her a question. 

"Why are we doing this?" I asked. 

"Because you are Twain's hottest friend and I want to fuck you, that's why," she replied in a really hot innocent tone. 

I didn't say anything and kept kissing her. My hands moved from her hair to her back and I kept groping and feeling her body, and I finally moved to her soft, curvy, round ass. I moved my hands all over her sweet ass and I grabbed the bottom part of it and spanked it. 

"Ahhh!" she gasped in surprise. "You're a bad boy, Jonathan," she said seductively. 

I couldn't control myself and turned her whole front side away from me, so that my dick is grinding against her soft ass and both of my hands were on her boobs. I closed my eyes in gratitude for that moment as I squeezed and caressed her boobs through her shirt. I kissed her neck as my left hand went down to her pussy area, I stroked it through the fabric of her shorts and pressed it hard so that her heavenly ass pushed up against my dick. I groaned into her ear and her right hand moved to my groin and she felt it through my shorts. 

"It's so big and hard," she purred with her eyes closed. "I can't wait for you to take off your pants and show me...."

 


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