darkest_fate
machina erotica
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2009
- Location
- the INTERNET
Mrs. Bree Lawson checked her hair in the full mirror, admiring her figure. Despite reaching what many would call middle aged, Bree had a body that men drooled over. Lithe, slim, and sexy, with an appealing thinness and enough curves to remind men of why women were created. Flaming red hair spilled around ivory shoulders, bringing to life devilish green eyes. If one looked up MILF in a dictionary, the picture would be Mrs. Lawson.
"We're calling over Maria again, aren't we?" asked Bree. She twisted, looking over her shoulder to her husband. They'd been married for several years, and had one of those relationships that quirked many an eyebrow. For one thing, neither seemed to have a qualm about pointing out potential sexual partners for the other. For another, they had only had children in the last few years, when Bree had finally decided that she wanted to see what being a mother was like.
during that time, they'd watched darling little Maria Lapez grow. The girl had always been cute, distracting so, but puberty had been incredibly kind to her. In recent years, Maria's body had taken on the womanly shape of an adult. now, just approaching her seventeenth birthday, Maria looked like a wet dream; even Bree noticed. Darling black curly hair, plump pink lips, a dark, latina complex. Everything you'd want in an exotic girl. Plus she had the tantalizing mix of innocence and sex appeal that stirred men.
"You know, just the other day she was going on about how a boy finally touched her," said Bree, her voice light and playful, clearly finding the whole thing quite amusing. "Seems like she's finally maturing. Shame that she's letting all those little boys play with her, instead of a real man."
Bree hadn't made that mistake. She moved across the bedroom now, getting within range of her husband, awaiting his final command decision on the night's events.
"We're calling over Maria again, aren't we?" asked Bree. She twisted, looking over her shoulder to her husband. They'd been married for several years, and had one of those relationships that quirked many an eyebrow. For one thing, neither seemed to have a qualm about pointing out potential sexual partners for the other. For another, they had only had children in the last few years, when Bree had finally decided that she wanted to see what being a mother was like.
during that time, they'd watched darling little Maria Lapez grow. The girl had always been cute, distracting so, but puberty had been incredibly kind to her. In recent years, Maria's body had taken on the womanly shape of an adult. now, just approaching her seventeenth birthday, Maria looked like a wet dream; even Bree noticed. Darling black curly hair, plump pink lips, a dark, latina complex. Everything you'd want in an exotic girl. Plus she had the tantalizing mix of innocence and sex appeal that stirred men.
"You know, just the other day she was going on about how a boy finally touched her," said Bree, her voice light and playful, clearly finding the whole thing quite amusing. "Seems like she's finally maturing. Shame that she's letting all those little boys play with her, instead of a real man."
Bree hadn't made that mistake. She moved across the bedroom now, getting within range of her husband, awaiting his final command decision on the night's events.