The last time I saw her was back in 2020 or 2021. I happened to be in Vegas for my birthday and, slightly drunk I stopped by her house to see her. It wasnt the first time since I had moved out that i stopped by for some dirty flirty fun. I expected this time to be no different. What I didn't expect was the big guy who answered the door. I'm a big guy myself, but this dude was solid. I actually looked him up and down really quick and thought, "Shit."

Quick intros, he's a good guy and the boyfriend of MILF. I still remember the look she gave me that day. Like "don't say anything." I shook the guy's hand, waved goodbye to her and left. I'd never come between someone's relationship....or so I thought until I got a text from her at the bar later. We texted back and forth for a few months after that but we didn't see each other anymore. Eventually it fizzled out and we hardly even did that. So that was the end of it. She'd like my stuff on Instagram and I'd like hers. We'd wish each other happy birthday, but no other contact apart from that. Fond memories and nothing else. I'd lost the phone that had all our videos and pictures on it. I had at least a gig worth of nudes, bj videos, and amateur role-playing. To the lucky son of a bitch who found and probably got past my pass code, you're welcome.

So this past Saturday (yes, we've come to the reason I've all been waiting for) I go home for lunch, like I do everyday. As I'm parking my truck, I glance left and see an absolute bombshell of a woman standing in the driveway of my MILF's mom's house (I mentioned how, when I was a kid, they lived across the street until they moved). Now I see this woman, but it doesn't click on who it is right away. See, MILF's mom had 5 beautiful daughters. I won't lie, they are all gorgeous and almost all rocked banging bodies. I only ever spoke to one other of the sisters besides my MILF, but it was more of friendly greetings than anything. I just assume this is one of them, so I don't even plan on saying hello. I get out of my truck and hear "Hey! Yungceser24! Not even a hi?" Dudes, and dudettes if there are any also reading, when I tell you I jumped around in surprise I mean it. I literally twirled around in place and saw her, my MILF, standing in the driveway across the street, her hands on her incredible hips, a wide, beautiful smile on her face.

She is almost 50 and she looked AMAZING. She seemed shorter, for sure. Also, call me crazy, but I SWEAR her ass and her boobs were bigger. Not like so insanely big they were noticeably bigger, but bigger than I remember last seeing them. Maybe it was her clothes that made it seem that way, but I did spend a lot of time on, in, under, beside, and behind her. I had a lot of time to learn her body. That wasn't important. She was here, after almost not having seen or spoken to each other in almost 3 or 4 years. Or maybe 2 or 3 years. Who cares? I crossed the street quickly and she opened her arms wide. She wrapped her arms around my neck and drew me in, holding me tightly, a small laugh escaping her, and I lifted her up off the ground while I held her just as tight. I could feel the firmness of her boobs pressed against my chest and I was lucky I was wearing my work pants, as they held back the stand to attention my dick did.

I set her back down as she lowered her arms and smiled at me. She began to explain why she was here. See, her father passed away a few years ago. He was a great man: a Marine who fought in Vietnam. Always greeted me every morning when I was a kid as I left the house for school. My favorite thing about him was he would bring us free donuts from a Dunkin Donuts he managed or was in charge of or something. Great guy, I miss him as well. Anyway, when he passed, his wife (her mom) began hoarding things. It's to the point where she should be on Hoarders. So, MILF and her beautiful sister R were there to clean while their mom went to Mexico. She led me inside to show me how bad it was. I greet R, who's inside and looking stunning even covered in dust and waist deep in garbage, and offer my help with anything. Who needs to eat on a lunch break?

MILF leads me to one of the back rooms and gives me a pair of gloves. The room in question has boxes upon boxes of old newspapers and magazines. The room is filled with them and there is a small path that can barely fit one person, let alone two. I receive my instructions from MILF and am about to get to work when she placed her hand on my chest. I looked down at her and she gazed up at me. She said a quick thanks and kept her hand there...and that's when I saw IT. A wedding ring on her finger. I know she noticed my expression cause she pulled her hand away and hid it behind her back. She left without saying anything else so I got to work. I'm used to working like a machine while my thoughts fire off in my head.

Of course I understood! We're only human. Since we stopped seeing each other, I've been in other relationships and even had kids of my own. I am not possessive at all, but I will admit that the sight of the ring did irk me slightly. I'm happy for her, really, even if it might not sound like it. There is just a lot of history between us for me to forget about it.

My job provides two hour long lunch breaks, which is fucking cool as shit, but in that moment, I wished I didn't have so long for lunch left. After working for a little bit, I hear MILF and R talking by the front door. R calls down the hall that she's stepping out to get us all some food since its my lunch break and that MILF will be in the living room working still. I keep working. I hear R's car start and leave so I strain my ears to try and hear MILF in the living room. At that exact second, she steps into the room with me.

I'm holding a stack of magazines when she steps in. She reaches for them and her hand slides on top of mine...where I notice her ring is GONE. She takes the magazines and steps to the bin I have and tosses them in. When she tosses them, she bends over slightly. I look away when she bends over, not feeling right or ok enough to stare. Suddenly, as she straightened up, she backed up and pressed herself into me. Before her back can even press into my chest, her ass made contact with my crotch first. In an instant, it was 2014 again, I was 23, she was 40 (she's fucking 50 now!!!) and those old feelings shot back up. I didn't care anymore.

As I put my hands on her waist, she turned around to face me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in close to catch my lips with hers. We just started straight going AT each other. It was all familiar. Her boobs pressed hard into my chest, the slick feeling of her tongue in my mouth, the firmness of her ass in my hands, and a heat generating from between both of our bodies. I broke away from her lips and began kissing a trail along her jawline, down her neck, and across her chest down to one of the best pair of tits I've ever had the pleasure of handling. I pulled the zipper of her tight sweater down with my teeth while her hands combed through my hair. With one layer of clothing opened, her tits pushed out slightly, begging to be let free from their restraints. She let her sweater drop to the floor as I began to peel her tight tank top out of her tights and up her slender, curvy figure. She helped me pull it the rest of the way up, but didn't take it off completely, pulling it and her sports bra up just enough for her large, magnificent tits to be exposed to me. They were even more beautiful than I remembered! And I had pictures! I took one in each hand and fondled them like I had never seen a pair in my life. I looked up and she had such a happy smile on her face, which caused me to grin like an idiot. Then she asked, "Did you miss me like i missed you?" I almost nut right there. "Yea", was all I could whisper back.

She didn't even take her eyes off me as she undid my belt, expertly, with one hand while the other pressed against my chest and pushed me back against the wall. I let go of her tits and took my work shirt off as she freed my cock from the now constricting space in my pants. She glanced down at it, then back at me and let out a happy chuckle, like when you see a dear friend you haven't seen for so long and they're emerging from behind a wall. She lowered herself down to my hard cock (I thought she was going to start sucking it) and spit a huge amount of saliva on it. As she straightness up again, this time her hands moved to her tights and began to slide them lower, she said, "we won't have a lot of time so we make it quick, ok?" Babe, that's the only way I know how...when I need to I mean.

She shuffled over to some of the boxes and stacks still in the room and bent over them, placing her hands on a small shelf that was buried in the mess and her right leg up (as far as her tights would let her around her ankles) on a box. And there it was, bared for me and looking wet and inviting, glorious purpose. I did my own stupid shuffle and stood behind her, placing my cock at her entrance. Like sliding a hand into a glove, I pushed my cock into her pussy, making sure she felt every inch push its way in. She let out a small moan (almost nut again) and I began to work.

The room was quickly filled with the sounds of flesh colliding and her small moans and groan, in time with my thrusts. I could feel the walls of her pussy clenching around my cock. I noticed how her hands were tightly gripping the shelf in front of her. Her head hung low, no doubt trying to get a decent view of what was going on below. I gripped her waist for extra stabilization and continued pounding away. Each time my pelvis made contact, her ass jiggled, ripples moving through her flesh and ending where my hands held her waist tightly. Memories of our past escapades came flooding back to me but I did my best to focus on the here and now. I didn't want to compare this chance encounter, in a dirty room of her mom's house, to the exceptional evenings we spent together a decade ago.

Remembering that R would come back soon, I quickened my pace, eliciting even deeper moans from her. She in turn, started to push backwards into me, meeting my thrusts with her own, creating an even louder slapping sound. Together, we helped each other chase our climax and push it over the edge. She came first. She managed to gasp and let me know she was about to cum so I expected a full on squirt like the last, but it didn't come. Instead, she just put her leg down and I could feel her body shuddering in my hands as the walls of her pussy clenched and unbleached around me. Before my own climax could disappear, I began to move again. This caused her to slightly yell out in pleasure. Hearing how much she was enjoying it brought me over the edge quickly and I happily blew my load inside her. I tightened my grip and clenched my teeth as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me.

She straightened up, once again, and leaned back into me, the movement causing my softening cock to slide out of her. I placed my face into her hair and my hands on her shoulders as she reached behind her and placed her hands on my sides, holding me to her, or as best we could facing the same direction. "I missed you," I said. "Sorry this happened and you're married." record scratch Yup, I said that to her. She turned to face me and put one hand on my shoulder and another on my cheek. We stood like that for a bit: gazing at each other, pants around our ankles, her tits out, and a mix of cum dripping down her leg. I froze, I couldn't tell what her eyes were trying to say. She lowered her hands and placed them on my chest as she lowered her gaze to the pendant I wore around my neck (A gift from eldest daughter when her mother and I separated). She looked back up at me and just said, "I missed you, too. I know this happened, but it doesn't make either of us bad people." MOTHERFUCKER, DEM FEELINGS WAS CRAWLING BACK UP! She kissed me and lowered her bra and tank top back into place. We walked to the bathroom (that shit was cramped full of crap too) and cleaned up. Then we just stood by the front door and talked for a bit.

Couple minutes later, R pulled up, food in hand. She handed me my food and thanked me for the work I put in, but I should enjoy the rest of my lunch break. They each gave me a hug, MILF's lasted longer, and I said my goodbye and left. No lingering looks, no unspoken words, nothing. Just walked out. I crossed the street to my house, let myself in, and sat at my dining table. I didn't even glance at the food.

My mind was reeling from what had just happened. I felt a lot of things. I was happy for the reconnection. I was satisfied for getting laid (it had been a couple months). I was still a little hurt at the unexpected news of her marriage. I was feeling a little sad because I knew I wouldn't see her again anytime soon and those old feelings of missing her had planted themselves in me again. Also, I was feeling guilty as shit. I had sex with my MILF, nothing new, but she was married. This isn't my first time hooking up with someone married. There was the threesome with those two girls that worked in the office at one of my old jobs. One of the girls had been married, but I had never given it a second thought because I had never even met the poor guy (I say poor because she had been begging for it, like she hadn't been laid in years). This one though, felt different. I had met her husband (yes the boyfriend was now the husband but I couldn't get that info from vague Instagram pictures) and he seemed like a decent guy. Regrets? No. Shame? Hell no. Sympathy? I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel it for the guy.

So it's been a week and I keep thinking about it. I don't know what kind of marriage they have so I guess I'm a little nervous that she might come clean and tell him, but I don't think she will. She kept the secret years, we both did. Well, I didn't really, I've been telling all of you!