I always preferred MILFs

Over girls

For they were seasoned 

Their desires fulfilled my youthful rage

It was one of those sultry noons 

When I saw her walking

Lugging her bag

The pendulum swaying of her waist

The heaving of her pendulous breasts 

Her blouse drenched in sweat 

Was enough for my quest 

I approached her "auntie may I help you"

She looked at me lost 

In which direction are heading

Lemme drop you, I have a bike

She nodded...

Maybe the heat had taken over her

She sat on my bike

Her breasts literally plastered on my back

I got the cue...

We reached her home

She invited me to come in for water 

As she bent down to put the glass 

I got a glimpse of her cleavage

She caught me and smiled

And then there was no looking back

Pulling off her saree

Shredding her soaked blouse 

I latched on to her salty breasts 

Placing her on the couch 

I went down between her legs

Ahh, those agonizing moans

Were music to my ears

She insisted on performing BJ

But I refrained her

Some other day, I thought to myself

I continued with my art 

Satiated I left 

Only to return when her husband was away. 

©LR