My MILF: My Girlfriend’s Hot Mom

A while back, I had the most amazing experience with a MILF- my girlfriend’s hot mom! I swear it’s like something out of a movie. I met this girl while on a business trip. We hit it off and, after a one-night stand at my hotel, lots of emails, late night phone calls and road trips, we decided to move in together.

All things considered, it was easier for me to transfer my job to her town and move into her house. We had a very physical relationship from the beginning. Specifically, we were in bed together two hours after we met. She was a leggy redhead, very confident and not afraid to tell me what she wanted from me as a sex partner. I especially love that in a woman. I don’t like women that keep me guessing. At any rate, it isn’t an endearing quality to me.

Really Nervous

I had been living with her about two weeks when her parents decided to have us over for dinner so they could meet their daughter’s new…housemate? Boyfriend? I’ve forgotten what they called me then. For some reason, I was really nervous to meet them, even though I had previously met other sets of parents with no problems. There had been all kinds, too. I have dated daughters of lawyers, doctors, truck drivers and a disc jockey and was never nervous.

For whatever reason, I was afraid they wouldn’t like me. I had a great job that paid well. I wasn’t bad looking. What wasn’t to like? I asked myself this once again as we walked up to her parents’ door. Her father answered and shook my hand firmly and ushered us both into the spacious living room. I heard her mother call from the kitchen to ask what we would like to drink.

Soon, her father left the room to help his wife with the drinks. Meanwhile, I looked around the room, at the home theater screen on the wall along with all the other signs of wealth around the room. There was a baby grand piano, huge fireplace, artwork on the walls by artists I recognized and I am no art expert.

 My Girlfriend’s Mom Has Got it Going On

I was getting up from the sofa to go and look at the pictures on the mantle when her parents came back from the kitchen. Her father carried a tray of drinks. My girlfriend introduced me to her mother and I reached out to shake her hand. As I stood there looking at her, I realized that she was a MILF and even sexier than her daughter. She was taller and more athletic. She had the body of a swimmer and probably looked smoking hot in a bikini. Needless to say, she did not look her age. And, as I would find out later, she didn’t act her age, either.

Dinner was served not long after our drinks. The food was great and the alcohol flowed like water. By the end of the meal, I had drunk quite a bit and my girlfriend had too. Her parents didn’t seem concerned by their daughter’s apparent love of red wine. I volunteered to help her mother clear the dishes from the table.

Alone in the kitchen, she asked me questions as I helped load the dishwasher. I answered as best I could, but I was still struck by how beautiful she was. I happened to lean over too far to grab a stray fork and our bodies slammed into one another. She felt firm and soft under her blue sweater. The tension sparked immediately, just as it had for her daughter and me months before.

Alone In the Kitchen With a MILF

As I said, I was pretty drunk. I’ve thought a lot about what happened next and I always wonder if I would’ve done the same thing if I had been sober. But regardless, I ended up kissing my girlfriend’s mother right there in the middle of her kitchen. We both could hear my girl and her father watching something in the next room.

I was shocked when, instead of pulling away and slapping me for being so forward, she kissed me back. If that wasn’t bad enough, I pushed her back against the counter and continued the kiss. I held her around the waist with one hand and touched her breast with the other. I couldn’t seem to stop. The absolute “wrongness” of the situation was a huge turn-on.

I honestly don’t know if we would have stopped had we not heard my girlfriend laughing. We broke apart and looked at each other guiltily. She took a deep breath and told me that she would finish loading the dishwasher. I married my girlfriend the following year. Neither her MILF mother nor I have ever spoken of what happened between us that night in the kitchen. I dream about it sometimes, though.

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