The Tales From The Tavern: Revenge, Bitch - Sex Stories

The Tales From The Tavern: Revenge, Bitch

... say she was that type of mother a young girl would not let her boyfriend hang out with. There's a word for that... Cougar it is, I guess. Matter of fact, Emanuelle had made the experience of getting turned down for the simple reason that her mother was so stunningly hot. Many times over even. This went so far that I only got introduced to Sheryl three months into my relationship with her daughter; and that was by accident, by the way. Yes, one can say that Emanuelle saw her mother as a threat, a rival – it was justified, though. There indeed was everything to be cautious about. Sheryl was one exceptionally looking lady. You could really see how she loved being herself by the self-confidence in her aura. She was a naturally strong person who seemed to enjoy the attention she got; mostly from the boys her daughter brought home every now and then. Well, she had every reason to: she had straight, sandy, sun-bleached hair that she usually wore in pigtails all the way down to the small of her back. Her skin had a healthy complexion and showed no signs of age as it was perfectly smooth – probably the result of her constant workout, together with her toned body. And those legs and ass. Oh boy, an instant boner for any young man in the middle of his hormonal troubles. But the best were her tits. Full, firm, natural, high-standing D or even E cups. At her age? One of nature's finest little miracles. Every time I had seen her cleavage, I had, no joking, left a trace of my slobber all ...

... over the place. And her reaction? A cheeky little I'm-soooo-sorry grin. Get the picture, huh? And there she stood, her luscious body barely covered by her nightie. My eyes were glued to hers. My heart accelerated to top speed. I heard every single beat roaring in my ears, getting louder with each pulse. “Now look who we got here,” she said in her most seductive tone, underlined with the satisfaction of knowing her words had the desired effect, “if this isn't Dan. What are you doing here, kiddo?” I swallowed, and cleared my throat, so at least my voice would hide my nervousness. “Good evening, Mrs Woods.” I paused. “This is not what it looks like.” A delighted smile flashed across her lips as though she was excited about the situation. “Why so formal, Dan? You know it's Sheryl.” She tilted her head, and licked her upper lip, before adding: “So what does it look like, then?” “Um...” I stammered, “I don't... uh... really... know...” She did nothing to hide her amusement. “So how do you want to know what I think this looks like?” I honestly didn't know what to reply. With me taken aback by bumping into her her in the first place, her smoking hot appearance and her natural disposition to tease significantly younger men made it impossible to me to think straight, let alone formulate coherent sentences. She stepped a little closer to me, patted my shoulder, and then softly placed her hand on my cheek. “Just kidding, Dan. I followed your little fight outside,” she whispered while ...