Hello MILF Lovers! Do you ever fantisize about that mature and sexy lady next door? Ever wish that she would call on you to help her around the house? Well I have a story that should set your cock to throbbin’ and your fingers pounding out the numbers to my phonesex line. Presenting, in . . . → Read More: The College Kid Gets Schooled By His MILF Neighbor]]>

Hello MILF Lovers! Do you ever fantisize about that mature and sexy lady next door? Ever wish that she would call on you to help her around the house? Well I have a story that should set your cock to throbbin’ and your fingers pounding out the numbers to my phonesex line. Presenting, in 2 parts …

The College Kid Gets Schooled By His MILF Neighbor – Part 1

I was home for my spring break during my junior year in college. It wasn’t my choice, but if I wanted to take a trip to Europe that summer, my parents had warned me I couldn’t spend the money on my ritualistic trip to Florida with my friends. So now, here I was, stuck at home with nothing to do but reading, one hundred channels of cable television, and a few parties given by friends in the same predicament as myself.

Well, that was true until about a week into my break. I woke up early one morning and was looking out the window when I saw my next door neighbor, Mrs. Brock, walking around nude on her patio next to her pool. I didn’t plan on it, but I had a good jerk that morning before I took my shower. She had this bright, red hair that kind of glinted in the early morning sun. Her tits and ass weren’t too bad, either. Nice and firm. What really gave me a boner, though, was when she was partway down the steps into her pool on the end closest to me and bent over to splash a little water onto her arms. I got a full-on look at her bush. It was all hairy and at that hour, the sun just hit it from the right angle and I could swear that I saw little drops of dew dripping off of it.

Watching  For The Sexy Next Door Neighbor

Anyway, after that first morning, I became quite familiar with her schedule and was pretty much up at the crack of dawn every day looking for her. Her routine never varied. Up a little after sunrise, out for a naked swim in the pool, followed by a little nude sunbathing before the sun was hot enough to scorch her tender, milky skin. All followed closely by me from my window, cock in my hand. I never, ever thought that I would have the opportunity to act out any of my fantasies until the last week of my break. My mom came by my room and shook me awake to tell me that Mrs. Brock needed someone to skim her pool for her. I sort of mumbled a reply because I was only half-awake. Then, as it dawned to me that this would be my opportunity to see her up close, I sat bolt-upright in bed. I never got dressed as fast as I did that morning.

Up Close & Personal

When I got over to the house next door, I nervously rang the bell. I didn’t know what to expect. When the door opened, I could feel my jaw drop. There, in the doorway, was the object of my jerk-off fantasies. She was wearing a pair of low-slung jeans and a halter top which barely covered her milky breasts. I could see her big nipples and dollar-sized aureolas pressing against the fabric and her nipples were hard. I’m glad she asked me in and began a conversation or else I might have thrown up a tent right there. I could feel my dick start to swell the minute she opened the door and I got a look at her up close.

She started some small-talk, asking me how school was and what kinds of courses I was taking. As she walked ahead of me through the sliding glass doors and out onto the patio around the pool, my eyes fell to her ass, firm in her tight jeans. I’m not sure what kind of workout she did besides her daily swim, but whatever it was, it was working. There couldn’t have been an ounce of fat on her anywhere. She even had a slight six-pack set of abs. You could have bounced a quarter off of her stomach.

Old Eye-Candy is Extra Sweet

Anyway, she showed me where the skimmer was in the shed near the pool and I began to work my way around the pool, reaching way out and having to bend over occasionally to reach the leaves out near the center. As I was doing this, she slipped out of her jeans and laid out in a chaise lounge on the patio, out of the direct sunlight, and laid back with her eyes closed. Her legs were just as I’d imagined them from my distant vantage point in my room next door. Long, slim, with firm and sexy thighs. She was wearing a very small bikini bottom and I couldn’t see one hair peeking out from under the fabric. I found out later that she waxed her pubes. I was certainly glad that her pool man had picked this day to get sick.

To Be Continued

I’m sure . . . → Read More: Stroke It For Ms. Sloane]]>

As I became more and more true to myself and did what I wanted with whom I wanted and the hot Milf you see before you came into existence, I realized that one of my favorite pleasures was to watch a man stroke for me. Sound weird? Bear with me, I’ll explain.

I’m sure you’re a competent stroker and have been for years, but have you ever thought how much fun it would be if you were able to show off your skills to someone? Be able to prove what a maestro you are of playing the skin flute? You might think you’ve perfected the craft and I sincerely doubt it, but it’s cute you believe so. I think, that it’s past time to get out of your routine, your rut.

Just imagine what would happen if you had an erotic Milf such as me guiding your every move, sounds enticing doesn’t it? Phone sex with all of its sounds and the use of imagination and creativity can be…a whole new erotic experience.

Hearing those sounds….up then down, slow then fast. Just as I hear your breath become increasingly heavier, I have you throttle back that intensity a bit, just for a moment. I don’t want you to erupt just quite yet, see a Milf cock tease has to have her fun too you know, just as much as a spoiled princess does! I want to hear the ache in your voice as you’re forced to hold it in and build up what will inevitably become a larger-than-life explosion you will want to relive over and over again. And you will.

I will have your cock pulsating so hard you lose track of reality. In the end you will be yearning, craving, and pleading to yell out my name when finally you’re allowed to cum. See what you’ve been missing by cock stroking solo all this time? Don’t deny yourself any longer, call me. I can show you things you may never have thought possible. I want to see how we can make this fantasy a reality!

A Teeenie Tiny Window of Opportunity For . . . → Read More: Sissy Halloween Dress-Up]]>

It’s that time of year again, my dears. It’s the time when ghosts, goblins, and scantily-clad devils roam the streets, wreaking havoc upon other people’s candy bowls. It’s also the only time of year that you can do what you really want to do…dress like a sissy.

A Teeenie Tiny Window of Opportunity For Some

It’s unfortunate that there are so many sissies out there who can’t dress the way their hearts desire because they’re worried about repercussions. That’s why your mature phone sex Mistress  always makes sure to celebrate Halloween with these poor things. It’s the one day out of the other 364 that sissy boys can let it all hang out and be who they really are without fear. After all, their friends and family will just think it’s a joke that you’re dressed like a fairy–wings and all!

Auntie Viv Finds the Real Sissy Slut in You

Pick your poison, sissies. Do you want to be a French sissy maid? All “the guys” will probably get a kick out of that. And, hey, you never know…you might even turn one of them on – or get offered a job.  If the sissy maid bit’s not your thing, there are plenty of other options: Catholic schoolgirl, cheerleader, Princess, ballerina, Catwoman, any variation of “slutty” anything. Slutty policewoman, slutty Red Riding Hood, you get the idea. We’ll get you some makeup and a wig to go with your costume, and you’ll be good to go!

I would Love to help you live out your sissy fag fantasy – at least one day of the year. What you’ll do with the other 364,  I’ll leave up to you.

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Follow Mistress UP The Stairs To . . . → Read More: Mature Mistress Likes To Keep Them On Edge]]>

Good morning, my darlings! How is your week going so far? Mine? Wonderful! Thank you for asking. As it gets (somewhat) cooler out, I find myself spending more time upstairs. You know, in my favorite part of the house. The dungeon furniture has been getting quite a workout lately.

Follow Mistress UP The Stairs To The Dungeon

Speaking of which, I had an interesting scene a couple of nights ago. It involved the St. Andrew’s cross, some leather restraints, and, of course, a hard cock. You know what exquisite torture orgasm edging is during phone sex, don’t you? Well, just imagine how the poor pet in question felt. He was bound with his back to the cross and the front of his body facing me.

When you call me for edging phone sex, I have you stroke yourself for me. This boy was lucky enough that his Femdom Mistress was personally stroking his cock. Unfortunately for him, I think his torment was worse than yours often is, simply because he was bound and completely at my mercy. It also didn’t help that I couldn’t resist every now and then delivering a smack or two to those balls of his, hanging so defenselessly between his spread legs.

Cock & Ball Torture

Ah, CBT and edging, always a favorite in this house.

You may be wondering if I let the poor boy get off. The answer’s yes, I did. It was just drawn out for quite some time. I had to untie him from the cross several times and let him walk around a bit, so we wouldn’t have to worry about the circulation in his arms and legs. But eventually, I did let him blow.

 Just When You Think Its Never Going to End

He shot his load all over my nice, clean dungeon floor. Such a bad boy. But the little cum-eating slut  got on his hands and knees when I untied him and licked it all up. Such a good submissive, not wanting his old Domme to ever have to clean up after his messes.

Pauline could easily be described as a ‘mature woman’, or to the lusty eye, a MILF. She had lost her husband . . . → Read More: Max and the MILF]]>

Happy May everyone! Get your glad rag ready, I’m going to kick off the merry month of May, by sharing a favorite MILF erotic story from my files.

Max & The MILF

Pauline could easily be described as a ‘mature woman’, or to the lusty eye, a MILF. She had lost her husband six years ago and found herself, in her early 40s, single and decidedly horny. Working for a small trucking company, she had plenty of opportunities to meet and see men. Most of them were overweight truck drivers with small dicks and no stamina. Pauline had often given herself willingly to these men, squeezing into the small beds at the back of their cabs, with walls covered in porno pics and photographs of their mousy little wives. Everytime it had been a disappointed, a few thrusts and sucks and the men would be snoring alongside her. She made them make her cum, but usually only once if she was lucky.

Tuesday dawned began just like any other day. After squeezing her 44D’s into an under wired bra, she sauntered around her apartment getting ready for work. Lately, her thoughts had turned to Max, one of her co-workers. He was barely twenty, tall, not too bad looking, but not that talkative. Pauline teased him each lunch time when he always seemed to be flushed and sweaty when he sat down next to her for the afternoon shift. Maybe he was fucking someone each lunchtime? The truth was more like he was jacking himself off in the john over a mag he had gotten from one of the drivers. Pauline was determined to find out one way or the other.

Horny & Heading to the Head

Lunch time came, Pauline tucked into her sandwiches and sipped her coffee, Max made an excuse to leave after bolting down a donut and carton of milk. As he disappeared, she noticed a file tucked under his arm. Pauline waited for him to get to the door, then followed. Max disappeared down the corridor and took a left at the end towards the john. A wry smile broke across Pauline’s face as she reached the door to the men’s room. Glancing around, she pushed the door open and walked in.

There were two stalls, one open and the other firmly shut. She heard a shuffling sound and could see Max’s boots through the gap under the door. His jeans were around his ankles and he was rustling papers. Plucking up some courage, Pauline knocked on the door, more fevered noise from inside and then just a ‘yeah’.

‘Got any room in there for me?’ she said.

‘I guess,’ came the reply, as the bolt slid across to reveal a fully-clothed Max, but with a distinct bulge in his pants.

Hungry For a Hard Meat Stick

Pauline reached out and squeezed the bulge, a sense of shock appearing on Max’s face. Pauline squeezed herself into the stall with him and relocked the door. Facing him now, she kissed Max firmly on the lips, her tongue snaking into his mouth and running across his perfect white teeth. Her hands were already at work on his jeans, tugging firmly at the buttons, then slowly unzipping his fly.

‘What’s in the file? Must be something pretty good to get you all hard like this?’ she said, knowing the answer to her question.

By now Pauline had gotten hold of his dick, carefully she peeled back the foreskin to reveal a throbbing purple head. The boy was very exciting, move more slowly, she thought to herself.
‘How about jacking off looking at me?’ she offered, tipping the file case onto the floor and grabbing the magazine. The pictures were all of older women in variety of poses, some with big fat dicks jammed into their cunts. ‘I look better in the flesh than most of these,’ she promised.

Pauline couldn’t step back to give him a decent view, so she pushed Max on to the pan to watch her. First she swept her sweater over her head, the cascades of her red hair rising, then falling back to her shoulders. Max had hold of his dick and was slowly pulling the foreskin back and forth.

‘Can I see your tits before I cum?’ Max pleaded.

‘Sure,’ replied Pauline, reaching for the bra hooks, releasing her huge tits from the restricting frame of their support. Pauline let the bra drop to the floor amid the debris of the file’s contents and rested her tits on one of her arms to stop them from sagging.

‘Don’t worry about that,’ said Max. ‘I just love saggy tits, that’s what really turns me on.’

With that Max bent forward to suck the enormous nipples that were surrounded by a dark brown circle that reminded Max of cup cakes. He was still jerking off madly, clearly excited by what he could see, smell and suck. Pauline unzipped the side of her skirt and let it drop around her ankles and, with a slow delicate movement pushed her hand inside her panties. She was amazed just how wet she was, Pauline desperately wanted a dick inside her now.

By the look on Max’s face, that didn’t seem all that likely, the loud slurping sound of his sucking was only muffled by a rapid banging as his hand slammed against the seat of the john with each ever more violent jerk of his dick.

Cream Pie for Desert

‘Show me your pussy,’ Max begged. Pauline didn’t need to be asked twice and unpeeled the soaking panties to reveal a very wet and extremely hairy cunt.

Max buried his face in it, his nose slipping against her clit as he nuzzled her crotch. At first, two tentative fingers joined the nose, then three, then the four outstretched fingers of his left hand. Pauline’s legs quivered with her first really lustful orgasm in years. By now, the fingers had been replaced by a tightly clenched fist, ramming hard against the walls of her cunt and sending her reeling into another shattering orgasm.

Pauline looked down to see Max’s dick close to bursting point, having had her pleasure, it was his turn. Kneeling in front of Max, Pauline held his dick and slowly peeling back the foreskin and lowered her head. Sucking the end of his dick, she ran her tongue around the glans slowly jerking him all the while. The taste and smell of a young man felt amazing compared to the sweaty jabbing and thrusting of the truck drivers that she had become used to.

Pauline sucked and licked until Max could bear no longer and, with a little cry, shot his load into the back of her throat. Pauline eagerly swallowed it all down, savoring the taste of fresh, fertile cum instead of the salty drips of the truckers.

THE END

The young man at the grocery store, the businessman having lunch . . . → Read More: MILFs Know Men]]>

Hello again Gents! I’ve been chipping away at my Never Ending To Do list until I finally made it back here to Your MILF Mistress! Throughout the month I will be introducing you to my fellow Mature Phone Sex Mistresses.

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The young man at the grocery store, the businessman having lunch in the local bistro—all are likely to be disconcerted by my appraising Cougar glance! Since we all know—or SHOULD know—that the most sensitive erogenous zone is between our ears, then it makes sense that it’s a woman’s aura, her vibe, that arouses a man’s interest. An older woman is more likely to give off an air of confidence, an air of knowing just what she wants and how to get it. Such a woman knows her body well and knows how to extract every last drop of pleasure from it.

From 18-80 -men  lust after sexy older Women.

With a lifetime of sexual experience, they know how to manipulate and titillate men of all ages. She’s comfortable in her own skin and doesn’t waste fretting about minor imperfections the way she might have done in her twenties. By the time she’s in her forties a woman knows what’s important. She knows the value of taking her time, knows that where there’s one orgasm, there’s also another and another.

Read more about the Wise & Wonderful Women of MILF Phone Sex

 You must know by now, I . . . → Read More: Cowboys Get MILF Mistress Vivian Hawt]]>

Ever seen a REAL Cowboy? I’m not talkin’ about the dress up dudes, in their high polished leather boots and perfectly blocked Stetsons. No, I’m talking about those long and lean fellows, whose mud caked spurs jingle and scrape on the parking lot cement, wearing work worn jeans.

 You must know by now, I live in the Lone Star State, in a city where the cowboys still tip their hats and hold the door – and best of all- I know where they shop. This Spring I seem to have gravitated to a new store for my gardening supplies. Berrenger’s Farm Supply is a veritable wealth of not just healthy plants, but has eye candy is to die for and a HUGE selection of riding tack, for my more kinky needs.

 Isle after isle, there’s rope by the yard, Vet wrap, barbed- wire, bits, and more riding crops that you can shake a stick at. One tasty young man who seems to always be there to help the “pretty lady” no matter which department I’m wandering in, blushes like a girl, when I say his name.

 Jack is his name. Jack is one of those names that can speak volumes, depending on tone and inflection. Jack-of-all-trades. Jackhammer. Jackie boy. He is all of those things I can tell. Blushing when I get an inch too close and call him Jackie boy. Quick to finish up with his customer, and scurry to reach a birdhouse from a too high shelf for me, I love watching his sweet young ass – walking away.

 Last week, when I called him Jackhammer, he finally got the nerve to ask if I ever went to the local western bar for the Thursday BBQ Dinner. It was so cute – how his head dipped down to stare down at his boots, when I said I could slam down some ribs.

 When I heard the sound of Roy’s keys jingling in the next isle, and took that moment to let the fellow collect himself and watch my still pert ass, sashay over to the hardware department. Giggling just a little bit as I found my darling slut husband, and wrapped my arms around him I whispered- Baby, I still got it. Looking over my shoulder he spies my cowboy fan, and slaps my ass and says, nuzzling my ear – and you always will.

 It was clear where we were going to be dining on Thursday next, and what I really hoped was going to be on the menu.

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