Making the milf list 2 - Sex Stories

Making the milf list 2

... you weren't doing anything this morning. Thank you for helping me." I stood at the door staring at her cleavage revealed by the loose amber robe. I thought about saying something but my mind was working and my eyes were fixed on the skin visible above her breasts which filled the robe so alluringly. Mrs. Clark was about five six or seven, shorter than me by a little. She had a narrow waist and emerald green eyes. Her curly brown hair tumbled down below her shoulders. Usually she had it tied up when I came over with Landon but not this morning. But what my mind focused on, besides the fact that she was blocking the door and not moving to let me in, was that she was rattling, talking without letting me get a word in edgewise. I mentally fumbled for the meaning and then I found it; Mrs. Clark was nervous about something. Ironically, the first thing I thought was that the Hispanic bodybuilder was hiding in her closet waiting to come out and pound me if I tried anything. But she continued to rattle, talking about Landon being gone, and her being lonely with Mr. Clark off in Chicago for three weeks running without coming home and not likely to be home any time soon. Her hands fluttered, touching the lapels of her robe, flicking errant strands of hair from her eyes, waving at something invisible I could not see. By the time we got into Landon's room, standing beside his bed, I realized she was nervous because of me and the more the certainty of that grew in me, the calmer I became. ...

... She was still talking a blue streak. We putzed around Landon's room, gathering whatever it was he wanted till we had a bag full, ready to be shipped. She asked me to help her get it boxed up because the FEDX driver would be there soon. We had just finished when doorbell rang and the pickup was done. "I don't know how I can ever thank you." She said, almost panting after the door closed. "You could fix me a cup of tea." I said. This passed for inspiration. The robe hid her body but I had a good imagination. I was resolved to fuck her or get slapped really, really hard. Maybe I would just try to kiss her a little and see what happened. The knee in the crotch did not sound appealing. Mrs. Clark stared at me for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, of course." I followed her into the kitchen. She was so nervous she spilled water and nearly dropped the tea kettle when she missed the stove, banging the kettle against the stove front. I thought she would become hysterical. She set it down and turned on the heat and bowed her head, panting. I moved over behind her and placed my hands on her waist. "Mrs. Clark, come sit down. Let me rub your neck and shoulders and see if you can relax." Mrs. Clark turned in my hands. I lifted them and then replaced them on her waist when she was turned. She laid her hands on my shoulders and smiled at me, her eyes seemed clouded and bleak. "That sounds wonderful." She let me guide her by the elbow to the kitchen table. I pulled out a chair, imagining her ...