Melissa the MILF

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My gut had told me that this evening wasn't going to be a pleasant one, and being somewhat of a skeptical person myself, I had no problem believing it.

I grabbed the keys to my Escalade, gave myself one last look in the mirror, smiled and turned to leave. As I opened the door to walk out, the phone started ringing. It figured.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Evan! Why haven't you left yet? You're not going to stand her up, are you?" Paul asked, sounding as obnoxious as usual.

"Not unless I don't like what I see, when I get there." I said, still upset with him for setting this whole thing up, to begin with.

"Don't be like that, man. Give the girl a chance and I bet you'll really like her. Listen, I know I shouldn't have set this up without your permission. I get that. So what do I have to do to make it up to you?" He asked me.

"Cut me a check for whatever the phone company charges to install caller I.D." I replied, in an irritated tone, and hung up the phone.

I locked up and left, swearing that if this woman turned out to be ugly, I'd hunt Paul down and make him suffer. This was pretty much my attitude during the entire drive. Melissa. I've only met two types of women with the name Melissa: stuck up and obese. Knowing my luck, this girl would turn out to be a healthy dose of both.

Boy, was I wrong.

I pulled into the movie theater parking lot, and there she was. I knew who to look for, because Paul had told me exactly what she'd be wearing. She was leaning against the wall of the theater, several feet from the front door, smoking a menthol cigarette. I was so blown away that I nearly wrecked when the idiot driver in front of me hit his brakes.

"You fucking retard, go back to the trailer park!" I cussed him, knowing that he couldn't hear me with my windows rolled up.

He drove on, and I parked. I got out and set the alarm, turning to see that she had already figured out who I was.

"Evan?" She asked, as I approached her. I smiled and nodded, slipping my cellular phone into the pocket of my shorts. She looked so much better than I had assumed. Now I would have to let the evening run it's course, and see if she had the attitude to match. "Melissa, correct?" I responded, as I extended my hand to her. She smiled and shook it, before biting her lip in a nervous manner and giggling, slightly.

"I'm sorry, I really hate blind dates, but Paul insisted." She told me, giggling once more.

"Well, I hope that I was what you had expected." I said, as politely as I could.

"Oh, my God. You're much better than what I expected. I just knew that some idiot bald guy was going to show up in glasses, who would spend the evening telling me how beautiful I was and how I should really try out for porn." She said, laughing.

"Aww, but porn has such great money-making opportunities." I said, half-joking. "If you want, I'll be your agent." I suggested, causing her to burst into laughter.

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We had decided to see the most popular movie in the theater, but both left with a disappointed opinion of it. The plot had been slow and the actors were dorks.

"Well, that was a bust." She said, as she followed me out, into the parking lot. "I think I saw better acting in the Teletubbies." I couldn't help but laugh. "So, what else do you have in mind for tonight?" She asked.

"Well, how do you feel about coming back to my place?" I asked, before noticing that she was staring at me. Her eyes squinted a little.

"What? You trying to get me into bed?" She asked, smirking slightly.

"No, just into porn. I spent three hours getting the cameras all set up."

"You punk!" She said, before she started laughing, uncontrollably.

--

I unlocked the door to my house, and let her step in first. She took a couple of steps in and looked around, giving me the perfect opportunity to stare at her beautiful ass. Of course, you know, when opportunity knocks, I'll be there to answer.

"Nice." She said, sounding sincere.

"Thanks, I try." I responded, closing the door behind me, as I followed her in.

"Well, maybe I'm just not used to seeing such a clean house. My kids are way too messy." She said, surprising me with her statement.

"You have kids?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I didn't say anything. I hope that's not a problem." She said, pouting her cute lips as she looked at me. I smiled and threw my keys on the counter.

"Of course not. You want a beer?" I asked, doing my best to hide my excitement. This hot girl was somebody's mother? Excellent! How could this get any better? It was time for me to work my magic.

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"God, I needed that. I haven't drank in a long time. What do I have to do to get another?" She asked, after downing her third beer. This was great. It was time to make my move.

"Hmm. What would you do for another?" I grinned. Without hesitation, she grinned back at me and responded almost immediately. "The question is, what won't I do for another." She said, smiling at me wickedly. That was all it took. I was off the couch, en route to the kitchen to fetch her fourth beer. When I returned, she smiled and thanked me with "Excellent. Now, what do you want?"

I smiled, locked eyes with her, and without a word I put my hand on her tit. As I began kneading it in my hand, she moaned softly and gave a slight giggle.

"Mmm, that feels good. You as good with your mouth as you are with your hands?" She asked, before pulling the top of her shirt down and exposing her cute little breast. Without answering her, I leaned forward and opened my mouth, taking over half of her tit into it and sucking on her nipple.

I leaned back, smiled softly and looked into her eyes.

"How was that?" I asked.

"Shit, don't stop now." She said, pulling me head back to her chest. I licked and sucked at her nipple as I felt her hands slide across my back. She drug her nails against my skin, and began pulling my shirt up. I pulled back, and took it off, causing her to smile. "Fuck yeah, now whip that dick out for me." She commanded, far more eager than I had anticipated. I obliged and stood, pulling my shorts down and off.

"Better?"

"Much." She grinned, before opening her mouth and taking the full length of my cock into her mouth. Within seconds, I was as hard as a rock. I couldn't believe this! This sweet piece of ass was sucking my dick like a professional hooker. This was someone's mother! I knew that should've dissuaded me, but the thought of it only seemed to turn me on more.

She told me to sit down and finish taking my clothes off. I did as I was requested, and almost immediately, she was sinking her head straight into my lap. She took my throbbing cock all the way down her throat, then took it back out, only to do it all over again.

She was unbelievable! She paused long enough to whip her top off and step out of her pants, and I got my first glimpse of her hot little body. Within seconds, I had my arm around her waist and my fingers teasing and probing her soaked pussy while she continued sucking my now-aching tool. And suck she did. So much so that I couldn't even control myself. I blew my load deep into her mouth, and found myself in awe when she swallowed it immediately. She sat up and smiled at me, minutes before my fingers brought her to her first orgasm.

"I'm not through with you, yet. If you thought cumming this early was going to get you out of having sex with me, you're wrong." She said, as she recovered.

"Oh, is that what I was trying to do?" I asked, playfully.

"Probably, knowing you." She replied, giggling. She put her head in my lap once more, wrapping her hand tight around my cock. "You're not getting away with it, though." She finished, before sucking me back to a full erection.

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After recovering from her third orgasm, thirty minutes later, I knew it was now time to show this hot fucking mother exactly what I could do. I pulled her from my lap, and ordered her to stand.

She was eager to do as she was told, and did so immediately. I slapped her across the ass and told her to bend over the couch. She grinned and bit her lip, before doing exactly what I asked.

I lined up behind her, and forced the head of my cock between her wet cuntlips. "Oh, shit. Yeah, baby, push it all the way in there!" She exclaimed, as her fingers dug into the edge of the couch. I pushed and with little effort, I had her fully impaled on my erect cock. She was loving it. "Yes!" She squealed, as I pumped myself into her, frantically. Her eagerness only served to excite me more, as I pounded into her with all of my might.

I gave her everything I had to offer, and she loved every second of it. This girl was saying things that would make Richard Pryor blush. I plowed into her until I reached the inevitable. I knew I was fixing to blow my load.

"I'm cumming!" I yelled, as she turned her head to look at me. With a look of sheer passion, made her final request.

"Cum in my mouth, please! I want to feel it going down my throat, again!"

I pulled out, and immediately she rolled around and took me into her mouth one final time. She sucked on me for a moment, pushing me down her throat once, and I moaned loudly. She knew it was time, and pulled my cock out of her mouth. She pursed her lips and kissed the head once, before opening her mouth to accept my load.

I exploded over and over again, shooting streams and globs of my steaming seed into Melissa's open mouth. I came so much, that she couldn't swallow it fast enough. She looked up at me, and I blew one huge final stream all over her lips and nose. She giggled and licked the head of my dick clean, as it dripped off of her chin and onto her sweaty body.

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"So how was the date, man?" Paul asked me, the next morning on the phone.

"Are you kidding me, man? I fucking love blind dates!" I answered, as I ran my fingers through Melissa's hair, who was asleep beside me.

THE END