Mature Sexy Women Love Being Your Mrs. Robinson

mature sexy womenDo you masturbate to images of mature sexy women? It is natural to think of older women in a sexual way. Personally, I think all young boys need to lose their virginity to older women. My maiden name is Robinson, LOL. Even though I am married again, I kept my lats name because it fits me perfectly.

I like being Mrs. Robinson. I’m a cougar in her sexual prime which means I am horny all the time. When I went grocery shopping yesterday morning, I wasn’t even looking my best either. No make-up, hair in a ponytail and I sported an old pair of Pink boyfriend pants from Victoria Secret. This young college age boy approached me and asked me a question about produce. He wanted to know how I knew if a melon was ripe enough to eat. His eyes locked in on my chest too. He was clearly just finding an excuse to talk to a sexy mommy. I indulged him.

He wanted to cook for me. A man cooking for me? Sounded wonderful, but I forgot for a moment I am a married woman again. I texted my husband. And he encouraged me to fuck this college boy and come home and tell him all about it. I got lucky with husband number two.

Younger Men Love a Mrs. Robinson Like Me

However, I cut to the chase and told him I was married, but my husband never minds me fucking younger men. I did not need dinner. However, I did need his young cock. We went back to his place. I think he poured me a glass of wine, but before I took a sip, I unzipped his pants, got down on my knees and sucked his cock.

I deep throated his shaft until his balls were tight on my chin. He ran his fingers through my hair, being very gentle as he guided my head to the rhythm he liked. When he was about to cum, he warned me in case I didn’t want to swallow. Me, not want to swallow. Yeah, he had never fucked a milf phone sex slut before. Of course, I wanted to swallow his cum.

His load tasted yummy. Plus, it was a large load too. I pumped him back to life quickly so we could fuck. He reminded me of my son. Perhaps, I reminded him of his mother. Either way, we both parted ways very happy. I went back home and gave my boy toy husband sloppy seconds just like he wanted. What a wonderful random encounter.

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