Lucy, the Chinese American MILF
Copyright© 2026 by storyace
Chapter 3: Phone call
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Phone call - 3 short stories of my recurring character 'Lucy', who steals the boyfriends of her daughter 'Susan'. They are loosely based on real people that I know, and some of this really happened.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Heterosexual Fiction True Story Interracial White Male Oriental Female
“Bernhard? It’s Lucy.”
“Hi Lucy, how are you?”
I had seen her quite often, when I went over to pick up Sue, and once when I’d spent the night there. There didn’t seem to be any weirdness between us, which really was quite remarkable I suppose.
“Great, Bernard. Listen, you know that Sue is going to the States to spend Chinese new-year with her grandparents. Would you like to come over for a little farewell dinner?”
“Sure, that would be fun.”
Lucy opened the door, wearing a sheer blouse knotted just below her breasts, a rather daringly short skirt, high-heeled boots, and a smile.
There was something odd; a vibration I hadn’t expected. As I entered, and hung my jacket on the hook by the door, I could see that the lights were out in the dining room, there were candles burning on the table, and it was set for two.
“I can’t wait for dessert!” Lucy said with a laugh, skipping into the kitchen. “Come on in here, it’s almost ready.” She called.
She was busy at the stove, stirring something aromatic in a frying pan. It was disturbing to find myself thinking that she had better figure that her daughter did. Her hips were just slightly narrower, and her ass considerably tighter. But the most striking difference between them was Lucy’s energy; the woman was like a dynamo, she seemed to always be in motion. Lucy had an extraordinary sexiness, a kind of extra vigor that made one just want to be around her.
“I thought Sue and Tom were going to be here.” I told her, trying to gently introduce the concept that I didn’t want to fuck my girlfriend’s mother.
“Oh no, they’ve all ready taken the train to London, Sue is going to San Francisco, and Tom to New York for the week.” She said happily, ignoring my point.
“Listen, Lucy; don’t take this wrong, but I really like Sue.”
“Well that’s good, Bernard. I’m so glad you two are getting along, I was starting to get worried about Sue, you know. I mean, I was thinking maybe she was gay, and that would be fine, but she didn’t have a girlfriend, either.”
She prattled on for a while, and I started to think that maybe I had misinterpreted the situation; she just wanted to talk to me, about Sue. She just dressed like that all the time [she really did], and she couldn’t help but be sexy; it was just her nature.
With Lucy, it wasn’t applied or contrived. She really talked like that, she smiled at you all the time, she walked like that, and she dressed like that. Lucy flirted the way fish swim, constantly and instinctively. She wasn’t clever in the way Sue was; Lucy lived in her own world, beauty and sexuality were her centers.
We moved into the dining room, carrying the food she had prepared for us, there was the white tablecloth and the candles.
There didn’t seem to be any easy way to escape. Once or twice, she spoon fed me, laughing into my eyes. Her nipples were protruding through the thin fabric that failed to hide her generous breasts. She was horny as a toad, and very happy about it.
I knew I shouldn’t do it, I knew it was wrong. Sue was crazy about me, she was a nice girl. I didn’t want to hurt her, and Lucy’s husband Tom had been really nice to me, too. He had welcomed me into his house, treated me like a friend even though he hardly knew me.
And there was Lucy, her perfect white grin and her radiant energy. She was sparking and tingling with it, pheromones oozing from every pore of her body. I could smell her, I could feel her.
I knew what she was like in bed, there was no mystery. She was incredible, phenomenal, the fuck of the century. She was a beast, a sex machine.
I couldn’t blame Sue for being ordinary; it wasn’t her fault that she was normal. And besides, how could I be sure that it wasn’t me? I mean, the combination of Sue and myself; we didn’t really make each other burn, we just kind of smoldered for a while and then went to sleep or went home.
With Lucy on the other hand, there had been fireworks; mad sensual pleasure that could never be forgotten. She didn’t want to date me, she didn’t want to be my girlfriend. Just my lover.
Her hand covered mine suddenly. Her long fingernails gently scratched down the back of my hand, to the tips of my fingers. She looked straight into my eyes, and if I didn’t hear her growling, I thought I did.
“Lucy; Lucy, I’d really like to. But Sue would be so hurt.”
“Not if she never knows.”
“It just isn’t right.”
“Why not? If no one knows, and no one is hurt, what’s wrong with it? We were great, weren’t we? We had fun, didn’t we?”
“Yes.”
“Is like that when you’re with Sue?”
“No. No, not like that.”
“I didn’t think so. I’d like you to keep going out with her, Bernard. She’s been so happy since you’ve been with her, she’s more relaxed and she even lost some weight. But I know what guys are like, you’ll get bored with her. You want somebody who’s better in bed, or someone different in bed at least; then you leave her, and my little girl will be hurt. On the other hand ... you and I could have our little secret together, and then be happy with our partners the rest of the time.”
I knew I shouldn’t have let her open that bottle of wine; my brain was awash with alcohol and hormones, and I didn’t have the strength to resist her arguments. But I did have the strength to give her what she wanted.
My senses exploded in pleasure as our naked bodies came into contact; my fingers traced across her slim hips and perfect ass as her tongue tasted my face.
She laughed and groaned in pleasure as I kissed her neck, chewed her ears, suckled her breasts. She stroked me and stoked me, carefully building my fire with a sensuousness built on experience and enthusiasm.
I licked her, until she came. Then I had to feel myself inside of her again, I had to feel her passion tight around my cock once more.
She grabbed my unprotected cock, and pushed it against herself; in the madness of our mutual need, I pushed my hard penis into her body, into her wet waiting hole.
Her inner muscles squeezed me with that fantastic hot pressure that I’d forced myself to forget; hot and wet and tight, eager and smooth.
What a woman, I kept thinking; what an amazing fucking woman. She bucked her hips upward to meet each stroke, her eyes never left mine and her grin never faded. There seemed to be no guilt in her, no conflict about what we were doing. It felt so good, so incredibly good to hold her in my arms, to feel the tension and heat of her as we made love, had sex, fucked.
Her arms and legs wrapped around me, holding me tight like a boa holds its prey. “I want to feel it.” She whispered in my ear, “I want to feel your hot stuff shooting inside.”
Oh God, I wanted to feel it as well; my orgasm ripped out of me, pumping, ejaculating, climaxing together with my girlfriend’s mother.
As my cock began to shrink inside the older woman’s body, my joy was replaced by guilt and doubt. She kissed me, but her kiss was wrong.
Her fingers traced down my body, and although it was still wrong, it was also pleasant. I relaxed myself, thinking about it. Trying to find some excuse for what I had done. She pushed me on my back, forcing my nearly limp cock to pull out of her body.
Throwing her long black hair to one side of her head, Lucy lowered her face between my thighs.
And taking my soft guilty cock into her mouth, she began to suck me.
Gently at first, she eased blood into my organ. Tickling my balls, she looked at me through hooded eyes, and brushed my stomach with her hair. Her head moved up and down over my stiffening dick, her lips and tongue eating the guilt and shame from me; the heat of her desire relighting my fires.
It seemed useless to fight it; Lucy was too much woman for any man to resist. Her tongue and lips slid over my cock and balls, her hands moved across my genitals and body, her desire was infectious, her lust for life and for me.
We did it in a missionary style, until she came; we shifted, and she sat above me, lifting her tight body up and down as I watched my dick disappear inside of her again and again.
We did it with her on her side, we did it doggy style.