Chapter 2

he next day, a Friday, she waited for her husband to go to work and her son to school. She spent the day cleaning the house, a restless energy driving her movements, each swipe of the cloth a prelude to the afternoon’s forbidden delights. She donned a pair of Capri pants that hugged her curves like a second skin and a halter top that showcased her abundant cleavage, her full, ripe breasts straining against the thin fabric.

Alice, her housework complete, trembled with anticipation, her pussy throbbing with a primal need. She was about to retrieve her book, stashed beneath her mattress, a well-worn guide to her fantasies, when the doorbell rang, its sharp chime cutting through the silence.

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath, a mix of frustration and excitement, and went to the front door. She opened it to reveal the familiar face of Nate James, the young man who delivered the newspaper each day. A recent high school graduate, tall, broad-shouldered, and handsome as a movie star. Her foul mood vanished instantly. “Nate, is it that time again?”

“Yes, Mrs. Sanders, it’s time for me to collect for the paper.” He gave her a glowing smile, his eyes drawn to her generous cleavage, displayed in all its glory. He was surprised by her attire; usually, she dressed conservatively. Today, her breasts were on full display, their pale flesh begging to be touched.

“Come in, Nate, I have to get my purse.” She invited him in, leading him to her bedroom. As he followed, he was mesmerized by the way her buttocks filled the tight pants, their rhythmic jiggle a hypnotic dance. Usually, she wore full skirts, concealing her magnificent ass. Today, it was on full, tantalizing display, causing his cock to stir with a primal urge.

Alice bent over her bed, opening her purse. She lingered, feigning a search for her money, giving Nate ample time to admire her ass, searching for panty lines. He found none. Does she wear underwear? he wondered, his dick now half-hard.

As she emptied her purse, she asked, “How are things going, Nate?”

“I’m doing well. I’ve been working nights at the Second Hand, tending bar.” His eyes remained fixed on her erotic curves.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Alice opened her wallet, pulling out a fifty-dollar bill. She stood, turning slowly.

“No, Mrs. Sanders.” He blushed.

“How can you not have a girlfriend? You’re so handsome.” She held out the bill.

“Thank you, Mrs. Sanders. I’m just a little shy.” He saw the bill, his eyes wide.

“Nate, please call me Alice. ‘Mrs. Sanders’ makes me feel so old.” She held out the bill, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Uh, Alice, I can’t make change for a bill that big.” Nate stammered. Alice took his hand, pressing the bill into his palm.

“Mrs ... Alice ... should I give you credit for future weeks?” He blushed, his hand lingering in hers.

Alice’s pussy throbbed with need. “I think you might be able to help me with a slight problem I’m having.”

“What can I do, Alice?” He was growing nervous, his heart pounding.

Alice took his hand, turning it palm up, and pulled it to her soft breast. As she held his hand to her tit, she hissed, “I need a handsome young man to service me.” She massaged his hand against her breast flesh.

“But ... Alice ... what do you mean by ‘service’?” Nate’s face flushed crimson.

Alice took her free hand, pressing it to Nate’s crotch. “Nate, I’m in great need of a good fuck! I want you to fuck me and make me cum. Do you think you can do that for me?” She felt his cock growing hard, its size surprising her.

Nate, though not a virgin, had never dreamed of a MILF coming onto him. He gasped, “Yes, Alice, I can do that!”

Alice moved her hand from her tit to his sweatpants, yanking them down to his knees. Nate’s cock sprang up, fully erect. “Oh, God, Nate, what an amazing cock you have.” Alice took it in both hands, stroking it.