Miss Lyscious Ch 3: M.I.L.F.

She was still on her knees, her brown bedroom eyes gazing upward at my face, pleading for attention. Her full, dark lips open as she’s ready to

take me back into her mouth. My girth rests upon her tender bottom lip but I pull away. The look of disappointment on her face is

so precious.

The submission is so natural to her. The need to fuck so plain on her face and at the forefront of her mind. I take hold of my cock,

stroking it slowly before waving it left and right. Her whole head moves in the rhythm as drool runs down the corner of her lip. I’m

distracted and enchanted by the slight movement of her heavy breasts. Her nipples make my body feel hot all over and I let go

of myself.

“You’ll get this in a few, babe. I have an idea I’d like to try out. Clean up and put your jammie’s back on.” I caress her cheek for a moment,

smirking as I exit the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of her dimples as she smiled back.

I run up to my room and grab the video camera I used for my media class, setting it up in front of the couch and waiting for my guest

to join me.

She stepped out in her tight pajamas and as soon as she was in the view of the camera, I hit record. “Good morning, Miss Lyscious.”

I waved to her, beside the camera, out of the shot. It was difficult not to laugh, impossible not to smile. Her hair was nice, vivacious

and full of wavy curls that flowed downward with grace. She was taken by surprise and did a half-hearted wave with a slightly confused

look on her face before spotting the cam. She nodded, silently confirming to herself that she understood the situation and stuck her

index finger out matter-of-factly.

“Fuckmore.” She corrected. “Miss Lyscious Fuckmore, at your service,” she said with a slight bow, stumbling a little bit. Her boobs

pushed together for major cleavage as she brushed her hair over and behind her shoulders. I brought the camera closer to her,

focusing on her chest.

“Good to have you, Miss Lyscious Fuckmore. Mind if I call you M.L.F. or MILF for short?” I asked with a raised brow.

“Call me whatever you’d like, sugar.” She returned, standing upright. A clear shot of her nipples poking against the thin fabric that barely veiled her beautiful chocolate skin.

“Milf it is. Go ahead and take a seat here on the old couch.” I place the camera back in the front, steadying it on the tv stand. She follows instructions well, adjusting her breasts

slightly as she sits down with crossed legs.

“Those pajamas look pretty small on you.” I point out, my arm coming off of the side of the camera shot and pointing at her chest.

“Yes, they are pretty small. My son tells me that a lot.” She admitted, cheeks getting flushed slightly as she looks up into the lens of the camera.

“Your son tells you those pajamas’s are too small but you still wear them. Why is that?” I ask, shaking my head, smirk spread across my lips.

“That’s actually one reason I really like them. I prefer sleeping nude but ever since he hit puberty, I’ve had to wear clothes. My ex husband thought it could bring negative

consequences to our son. So these were a kind of compromise. I like wearing them because I still feel naked.” She gave the sweetest smile and uncrossed her legs.

“You like being naked, hm?