How I used to fuck my MILF neighbor often, how much I missed her when she had to go back to her hometown. How intense it was when she came back…!!
“Yes? What is it? Hmm? Mmmhm? What’s wrong?” She was talking to someone on the phone. And I was there, on the bed, waiting for her to hang up.
I kept staring at her bare back. The mature slut was completely naked, we had just finished the first round. I looked at my tired penis trying to get up. It was still dripping with cum.
The more I looked at her bare back, her waist, her big round and juicy hips, the more I got hard. Damn, she’s so perfect! I wondered how long I could still fuck her during the second round while she was still talking on the phone.
A few seconds later, the mature woman hung up and turned around. Her perfect body, the shape of her body, everything about this body is so perfect and sexy. I can’t tell you what her waist size is because I’ve never measured it, but it’s well-defined, tanned, and very succulent.
I love this body. I’ve been fucking this woman for the past six months.
And God knows how much longer I’m going to fuck her. The mature slut came up to me and said, “Okay, you have to leave now. My husband might come home.” “What? Now? We can’t do it again?” I said, squeezing her right breast. The mature slut removed my hand from her breast and said, “I’m serious.”
Her face looked anxious. So I got worried.
“Why are you worried? Did something happen?” I held her face.
“I don’t know, my husband just called to say he’s coming home. The way he said it, I don’t feel good about it. So you have to leave now.”
I said okay and got up and started putting my clothes on. The mature woman also put her clothes on. Then I kissed her on the forehead and left the room. Well, the one I call “she” is my neighbor aunt, Nisha.
Everyone knows her as “Isha’s mom.” She is a married woman in her thirties with a daughter. Her husband works in a garment factory.
Her daughter Isha is 9 years old. So my neighbor aunt is a perfect example of a MILF. She is a housewife who is alone for part of the day, so not only is she a MILF, but she has the ideal circumstances to be a MILF.
So to make her a MILF, she needed someone much younger than her to fuck her, and luckily, I lived one floor above her. It’s not like we started the moment we met.
It took a few years to develop the attraction we share today. We started fucking six months ago. Since then, whenever we have the chance to be alone, we make love.
Damn, I gave up so many things just to spend time with her, because time was limited. So it was either that or give up. As soon as she’s alone, I cancel everything and go to the mature woman’s place, just to spend time with her, just to fuck her.
When I left her apartment, I was also anxious. I was afraid for her. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. It was too scary. As I was walking up the stairs, I saw her husband entering the building. I saw his face. It was dark.
Two hours later, I was lying on my bed, anxious. What could have happened? Had her husband found out? I couldn’t get that thought out of my head. Then I heard my mother shouting from the balcony. I went out onto the balcony.
I saw Isha’s mother waving to my mother. My Ammu was telling her to take care of everyone. I looked down, and our eyes met. Then the mature woman got into a car and drove away.
I was confused. What had happened all of a sudden? Had the mature woman left, forever? I asked my Ammu where they had gone. Ammu said, “Isha’s dadu died this morning.”
Okay, that’s terrible news, I know, but it’s not the worst. I was happy and instantly regretted being happy. But I couldn’t help it. And after that, I was sad.
That means I won’t see her for a few days. Who knows, it could even be weeks or months. I stood there on my balcony, staring at the road.
Two weeks and three days passed. I was so lonely and bored. In the last few days, the only text message I received from her was a photo of her standing in a field on a winter morning, wearing a shawl.
She kept saying she would be back very soon, without ever saying when. I was dying to see her, to hold her in my arms again, to do everything I used to do with her and for her.
A few days later, one beautiful morning, I had just gotten up and had breakfast. My phone rang. I picked it up and saw a message that said, “Come.”
My earlobes became hot. I got goosebumps from the excitement. My face had a big smile on it. I rushed to my room and combed my messy morning hair. I went downstairs and saw her standing in front of her door.
She was there, smiling at me. There was something wicked about that smile. I approached her, and the mature woman came inside. I went in and closed the door. The mature slut was standing near the bed.
I started asking her questions as soon as I closed the door: “When did you arrive? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? Did you come alone? Where is Isha? Where is her father? Did he mention anything about us?”
Ignoring all my questions, she patted the bed, motioning for me to sit next to her. I sat down next to her, and she began to talk and tell me everything that had happened and how she had managed to return.
There is a 40-day ceremony for the deceased, and she told her husband that she couldn’t stay any longer because Isha had to be enrolled in the new class and receive all the new books.
Since Isha’s father couldn’t miss his mother’s ceremony, he told Nisha that he would come after attending it. So Nisha came back with her daughter.
While she was saying all this, I kept my hand on her thigh and massaged it gently. Then the mature woman put her hand on my hand and squeezed it. I guess that’s a sign of approval.
I brought my mouth closer to hers. The naughty MILF did the same, and our lips met after so many days! We started kissing intensely. Her soft tongue, her juicy lips! I had missed them so much.
My hands caressed her back up and down, just like hers did. I was hurt by her churidar, but I was too excited. After kissing for a while, we decided to take off our clothes.
She quickly unbuttoned my shirt and threw it aside. Then the mature woman untied the lace and slid off my pajamas. The naughty MILF knelt down without taking off her clothes.
I guess she was too excited by my cock. She started kissing it wildly. I ran my fingers through her hair. She looked at them and played with them. The naughty MILF was as happy as I was.
Then she started sucking it. It was so magical to feel it after so long. She sucked it very hard. One thing I noticed was that she licked the top of my penis up and down.
She kept eye contact with me while she did it. Even though I kept saying, “I’m going to cum,” she didn’t stop. The naughty MILF wanted me to cum. After a while, I came in her mouth.
She looked at me and smiled. Then she got up, took a tissue, and started wiping her face in front of the mirror. I got up too.
We had small talk about random things. I guess that’s how sex is. Everything happens during sex. It sounds boring, but I assure you it’s not.
I was naked when I approached her. I grabbed her from behind, hugged her, kissed her neck and her left earlobe. Then I continued to rub my face on her neck and shoulder.
Both my hands were squeezing her breasts. The naughty MILF stopped talking and continued to look at me through the mirror with an innocent smile. Then I turned her around and the mature woman faced me. Our eyes met.
Then I said in my native language, “Tomake khubb chudbo. Onek jore chudbo” (I’m going to fuck you! I’m going to fuck you so hard). In our native language, it sounded extremely vulgar and exciting at the same time.
I had never used such words with her, even after we had slept together. The naughty MILF couldn’t help but laugh after hearing that. Then the mature woman gave me a peck on the lips and said, “Chudo!”
I took off her clothes one by one. She was wearing a three-piece suit, a normal one. Underneath, she was wearing a black bra and white panties. I took everything off her.
She lay down on the bed. I spread her legs, adjusted my penis in her pussy, but I didn’t put it in. I started rubbing her pussy with my fingers. Her pussy was hairy and dark.
She was lying on her back with her arms above her head. After a while, my cock was ready, as was her wet pussy. I put it in, and she helped me penetrate her.
Once I was inside her, we started fucking. Oh, what an intense fuck it was! Every thrust was divine. It was incredible to fuck her after so long.
We kissed while I pounded her hard, the mature woman squeezing my buttocks. I kept kissing her whole face. After a few minutes of extremely satisfying sex, we both had an orgasm.
That day, we played with each other’s bodies, then lay down kissing and cuddling naked for a while. I decided to write about it because this sexual experience is very special to me.
Maybe because it was after a long break. But among all the others, the memory of that day makes me happy and excited at the same time.
I hope you enjoyed it, and if any MILFs are looking for a little more love, get in touch!