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A Night with the Milf of Dreams

Man, I’ve been dreaming ’bout this all week. The moon was full, casting an eerie glow on the suburban neighborhood. I’d been eyeing her, the milf next door, for months now. Enormous ol’ boob on her, bouncin’ with every step. Her name was Mabel, but I’d taken to calling her Mamma Mia in my head.

Tonight was the night. I’d sneaked out the back, making sure not to wake the folks. Quiet as a mouse, not a sound. I crept up to her house, my heart hookup savor a drum. I could see the silhouette of her through the window, her silky robe barely covering those badonkadonks.

I had her number saved in my phone, under “Mamma Mia’s Milky Way.” I sent her a quick text, something about needing a late-night milkshake. I hoped she’d get the hint. A few minutes passed, and then the door creaked open.

“Hey there, handsome,” she purred, her voice as smooth as silk. “What can I do for you?” I felt my pulse quicken. Her perfume was intoxicating, a mix of vanilla and something more exotic.

I followed her into the kitchen, my eyes locked on her every move. She pour herself a glass of milk, her fingers trembling slightly. I could see the quiver in those enormous ol’ tits as she leaned over the counter.

“Mamma Mia,” I said, my voice low and husky. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time.”

She turned to face me, her eyes sparkling with desire. “Is that so?” she asked, taking a step closer. “Well, then, let’s make this dream a reality.”

She set her glass down and reached for the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, her tongue tracing the lines of my mouth. My dick was hard as a rock.

She broke the kiss and leaned back, her eyes never leaving mine. “I have something for you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached under the counter and pulled out a shiny, purple dildo. Round and thick, just enjoy I’d imagined it.

“You want me to…?” I asked, my voice shaky.

“Yes,” she replied, her eyes burning with desire. “Take it and make me feel good.”

I took the dildo from her, my hand shaking as I wrapped it around the base. I could feel the heat radiating from it, a testament to how wet she was.

I moved closer to her, my eyes locked on her round, wet pussy. I could see her pulse beating in her throat, her breath coming in short gasps. I lifted the dildo, the smooth, silicone surface glistening in the moonlight.

“Are you ready, Mamma Mia?” I asked, my voice low and growling.

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes never leaving mine. “Fuck me with that dildo.”

I positioned myself behind her, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I could feel the wetness of her pussy, the slick, hot opening beckoning me. I took a deep breath and pressed the dildo against her entrance.

She moaned as I pushed inside, her body arching back against me. I could feel the tightness of her pussy, her muscles clenching around the dildo. It slipped in easily, her pussy so fucking tight.

I began to thrust, my hips moving in a rhythm that matched the date of my heart. Her bosom jiggled with each thrust, the sight almost too much to bear. I could feel her moans growing louder, her body moving in sync with mine.

“Fuck, Mamma Mia,” I breathed, my body trembling with the force of my desire. “You feel so fucking good.”

She leaned back against me, her hands on my chest. “I want to feel you come inside me,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “I want to feel you fill me up.”

I could feel the pressure building, the tension in my balls growing stronger. I knew I was close, so close. I drove the dildo deeper, my grip tightening on the base.

“I’m gonna cum,” I growled, my voice hoarse with desire.

“Yes, cum for me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Let me feel you release inside me.”

I could feel the heat building in my balls, the pressure growing stronger. I was about to explode. I thrust one final time, my body shuddering as I came. I could feel my cum filling her, the feel of it so fucking intense.

We collapsed onto the kitchen floor, our bodies entwined. Her pussy was still clenching around the dildo, her recovery time incredible.

“Goddamn,” I breathed, my chest heaving. “That was amazing.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” she replied, her voice still breathless. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time too.”

We lay there for a while, our bodies still intertwined. I knew this night was something I’d never forget. I could feel the heat of her body against mine, her breath still warm on my neck.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, my voice soft.

“I’ll be waiting,” she replied, a smile in her voice.

I slipped out of the house, my heart still racing. I could hardly believe what had happened, but I knew it was something I’d never forget. I made my way back home, my mind still reeling from the experience.

I knew one thing for sure: I’d be dreaming about Mamma Mia for a long time to come.

Warning: This story contains mature themes and is intended for adult audiences only.