One Day as a MILF

I hope some of you will find this fiction to your liking – there’s more scene setting and character developing than usual, but I promise there is some spicy stuff in here too!

 

Tina marched back to the car, skirting round other mum’s in two’s and three’s. Some had time to chat after dropping their children off at school, but she had to hustle to get to work on time, navigating the morning traffic into town.

 

She swung her legs in, glad for her ‘uniform’ of comfortable trainers and jeans, which meant she could walk briskly without jarring her feet. At weekends she loved wearing more feminine clothes, skirts and heeled boots, but they were a hindrance hurrying along the pavements to Petal’s Plant Palace.

 

“Hello darling!” she called out entering the shop through the back door.

 

“Alright babe?” Suzie responded, deftly tying a stunning bouquet of flowers and evergreen.

 

As usual she wore her glasses on her head, nestled against her blonde top-knot.

 

“Yeah, great. Fancy a cuppa?” Tina flicked on the kettle before slipping into her apron which she fastened behind her back.

 

They’d worked together for a couple of years and Tina knew how Suzie took her tea and that she’d want a biscuit with her first cuppa. She set the steaming mug to the side of the table. Suzie carried on making up the bouquets and arrangements ordered via the internet. It was necessarily chilly in the workroom making Tina glad of the fleece gilet she wore over her apron.

 

“I’ll put the flowers out at the front,” Tina moved into the shop, currently crowded with buckets of blooms for purchase.

 

It didn’t take long to restore order and create a pleasing display of bright spring flowers at the front. Hopefully it would lure passers by to purchase a bunch on impulse. Wooden troughs and gaily coloured vases were for sale while on crates of various heights, flowering bulbs and leafy houseplants were displayed

 

Tina was bent over arranging pastel coloured candles on a low surface when the shop bell rang, signalling the arrival of a customer. She straightened with a smile, tucking chestnut hair behind her ear.

 

“Hello,” she beamed, “what can I help you with?”

 

“I’d like two bunches of daffs please.”

 

“Certainly my love,” she lifted some out of the bucket and deftly wrapped them in brown paper. Taking the money from the tall woman, she passed over the flowers. “Have a lovely day.”

 

“Watcha Tina,” came the gravelly voice of Dino, “how’s tricks?”

“All good thanks darling,” her smile was genuine. Dino was a regular. He collected an order of carnations twice a week for the tables in his restaurant.

 

“How’s Suzie?” he called into the back of the shop, so the other woman appeared, to pass the time of day. Suzie and Dino had gone to school together and his customer loyalty was guaranteed.

 

“When you gonna let me take you out?” Dino leered at Tina as he was leaving.

 

“What would Maria say about that?” Tina laughed.

 

“Got to love a tryer,” Dino shrugged with an irrepressible cheek.

 

“He doesn’t change,” Tina shook her head as they both watched him bounce jauntily down the street.

 

“Hmmm,” Suzie looked hard at her friend, “but you need to start dating.”

“Ohh change the record,” Tina scoffed. “It took me long enough to get Seb’s boots out from under my bed.” 

 

She went outside and moved the buckets around unnecessarily. Suzie was still waiting when she came back into the shop.

 

“Two years Tina, you’ve been divorced two years!”

 

“And I’m happy. I’ve got the kids, every third weekend Seb has them and I get the house to myself. It’s great, I don’t need any more complications.”

 

“But what about sex?”

 

The shop door opened – saved by the bell.

 

“Hello gorgeous. What can I help you with?” 

 

Tina busied herself with this customer who wanted flowers to match a particular colour scheme. She guided the young man around the shop making suggestions and selecting blooms until he was satisfied with both composition and the price. Tina rolled the bouquet in coloured tissue and cellophane then tied it with twine.

 

Suzie had, in the meantime, returned to preparing bouquets for the internet flower company, the van would collect at 12 pm sharp. Hoping she had avoided the inquisition, Tina continued serving a steady stream of customers, always with a warm smile and friendly attitude.

 

Once the floral arrangements had been loaded on the van, Suzie made a coffee and unwrapped her sandwiches. Tina manned the front of the shop for lunchtime customers while Suzie perched on a stool chewing thoughtfully.

 

“Chris is still interested,” she said out of nowhere, but Tina knew she was carrying on with the earlier dating discussion. She barely suppressed a shudder.

 

“That man is only after one thing.”

“Is that so bad? You don’t want cobwebs down there.”

 

“But Chris?” Tina spluttered, “ I can’t bear the thought of – well in all honesty would you want to?”

“Well, no, But I’ve got Adam. I don’t want anybody else.”

 

“Can I borrow Adam?”

 

“Oh you’re terrible. No you can’t! Hands off my man.” 

 

Suzie smiled as she said it; for all Tina’s flirty banter, she wasn’t the type to steal someone’s guy.

 

“Please stop pushing Chris at me, he’s a player, I won’t be a notch on his bedpost.”

They swapped places. Suzie dealt with customers while Tina munched on crisps and sandwiches.

 

“I worry about you,” Suzie’s look was sincere.

 

“I know, and I’m grateful, but don’t. I’m not lonely – in fact I’m going round to Lisa’s tonight. We’ll watch a film and order take-out.”

“Is Lisa still on Tinder?”

“Yeah, so we’ll probably have a giggle about some of her matches -and before you say it – no I’m not signing up.”

 

Suzie held up her hands in surrender. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“You so were, I know you Suzie Templeton.” 

 

“Right, I’m off. Anything you need a hand with before I go?”

 

“No, I’m fine, see you tomorrow.”

 

“Enjoy your night, bye.”

 

Tina was busy for the last two hours, having marked some flowers down for quick sale. She hurried back to the car with just enough time to drive to pick her children up from school. They came running out, book bags swinging and she bent to give them a hug.

 

Of course Mark was too old for that now, he stood awkwardly while she embraced Gracie, seeming grateful when she only ruffled his hair. Both children had inherited her thick brown hair but had their father’s grey eyes.

 

“Any homework?” Walking to the car, Tina was carrying their bookbags.

 

“Only reading,” Grace replied, skipping alongside her mother.

 

Mark was quiet. 

 

“You’ve got some,” she met his eyes. “D’you want to do it before you go to Dad’s?”  He nodded. “I’ll get your football kit and pack some clothes, you concentrate on that. What about you Miss Gracie? You want me to help you pack?”

 

“I can do it Mum,” she smiled.

 

“Put your stuff on the bed for me to check. Remember that time your bag was so full of plushies there was no room for clothes?”

 

“That was aaages ago Mum!” Grace said as she clambered into the car.

 

“Who’s the boss?” Tina gave each child a mock stern look.

 

“You are,” they shouted gleefully and she started the engine.

 

When Seb came to collect them at six, Mark and Grace were excited. Tina pulled Mark back for the briefest hug and Gracie gave her a huge kiss before she scampered happily to her dad’s car. Tina stood stiffly at the door watching them.

 

“It’s a home game,” she reminded her ex about Mark’s football, “and Gracie has a wobbly tooth.”

 

“Thanks, we’ll have a fun weekend. See you Sunday.”

 

“Yeah. Have fun!” she called out for the children to hear. When the car pulled away she shut the door. It was getting easier seeing Seb, but anxiety was still swirling round her insides as she set the living room straight. 

 

Taking a glass of wine to her bedroom she put on music then stripped off her work clothes. This used to be her routine in her twenties, getting ready to go out on a Friday evening. She’d grab a shower, play tunes, have a cheeky drink, gradually changing her mindset from practical to fun.

 

Now she was older and more confident, Tina picked out clothes quickly, knowing what suited her; in her youth she would experiment. However doing her make-up took longer, disguising shadows under the eyes and drawing her eyebrows back in. 

 

Not half bad, she admitted to herself, studying her reflection in the mirror, she turned this way and that. From behind she could be mistaken for someone younger, she’d kept herself pretty trim. Initially she’d lost too much weight under strain from the divorce, but recently her waist and hips curved nicely, plus her boobs were fuller since she’d had kids.

 

Choosing a big handbag that would carry a bottle of wine, Tina shrugged on a suede biker jacket. She took her phone off charge and began walking to Lisa’s house, mellow round the edges from her glass of wine. As she crossed the high street and turned into Lisa’s estate, she saw a mixed group of kids. Boys with skateboards were showing off to girls with belly tops and skinny legs. Amid the clatter of boards being flipped Tina heard a boy begin to sing:

“Stacy’s mom’s has got it going on, Stacy’s mom’s has got it going on,” 

 

Their voices faded as she kept walking, but Tina smiled at her silly flush of pride. 

 

“I have still got it,” she thought. The song, with it’s extravagant video, played in her head.

 

When she knocked on Lisa’s door her friend was on the phone, so Tina stepped inside, removing her boots to settle on the sofa until she finished.

 

“Sorry babe – I’m all yours now.” Lisa bent to kiss her cheek, swathing them in a cloud of perfume. “What can I get ya Teen?”

 

“I’d love a glass of rose,” Tina pulled the bottle from her bag.

 

“Great, we’ll drink this next, I’ve already got one on the go.” Lisa poured pink wine into a fresh glass.

 

“Cheers,” they said in unison and clinked glasses.

 

“What a week, I’m glad that’s over!” 

 

Lisa sank into the deep cushions and proceeded to regale Tina with her dramas. The friends got increasingly giggly until their takeaway arrived, when eating soaked up some of the alcohol.

 

Lisa agreed that Tina shouldn’t give Chris a chance, but she made it crystal clear her friend needed some bedroom action.

 

“Have one of mine,” she gave a shrill laugh. “Let’s take a look at my matches.”

 

They giggled over the thick brows, bulging eyes and overly manicured goatee beards of the Tinder men in their age bracket.

 

“Ew Teen, what does it mean when they say big spoon – is it sexual?” Lisa’s stage whisper could wake the dead.

 

“I think it means giving cuddles, but there is spooning sex so … maybe.”

 

“I quite like that,” Lisa confessed, “then I can rub one out while he’s thrusting.”

 

“Yeah, but they can’t penetrate so deep.”

“That’s OK, I’ve got a tilted thing-a-majig,”

“Cervix?” Tina queried.

 

“Yeah, so shallow fucks are more comfortable for me.”

“Good to know,” Tina nodded, trying to look serious, but holding back a laugh meant she snorted like a pig.

 

“Oh gawd, this ain’t rose Teen, it’s truth serum – I’ve never told anyone that!”

 

“Oh hun,” Tina soothed, “it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Sex is better when you know your body.”

 

Lisa got a serious look on her face, “have you ever…”

Now she had Tina’s full attention, and she braced herself for something highly personal? Had she taken it up the ass, had a facial, flashed her tits in public?

 

“Have you ever masturbated in front of a mirror?” Lisa asked.

 

“Erm no,” Lisa’s question was almost an anti-climax, “but I have had sex in front of one. You remember Frankie Turvey? He liked to fuck with his wardrobe door open so he could watch himself. It was actually quite sexy watching myself, like I was in porno.”

“So you’ve seen your come face?” Lisa pulled a strained expression and they both fell about laughing.

 

“Yeah, like this,” Tina demonstrated and they dissolved into giggles again.

It wasn’t quite 11:30 when the taxi dropped her home. Tina fumbled her key at the door, in her haste not to miss Marvin’s call. Kicking off her boots and flinging her coat over the back of a chair, she raced up to her bedroom, discarding her clothes once she’d drawn the curtains.

 

She lay on the bed in her underwear. At 11.30 on the dot, her phone flashed with an incoming text from Marvin, a guy she’d never met but they sexted regularly. He worked on an oil rig.

 

Hey sexy, how R U?

 

Great now you’ve called. Miss you

 

Miss U too. Look 4ward to this all week

 

Same. How’s little Marvin?

 

Oi Less of the little! Awake now we R talking

 

Give him a stroke for me. Wish I could kiss him

 

Stroking him while we R talking. Kiss would B lovely

 

A big wet kiss, taking him into my mouth

 

Mmm yes please

 

How are the twins?

 

Tina cupped her breasts, feeling her nipples peak within their lacy confines. 

 

Cooped up, they need some air

 

Send me a pic 

 

Tina held her phone away to get a body shot, and snapped some images which she sent to Marvin. Once she’d unhooked her bra she began caressing the globes of flesh.

 

Delicious as ever, I’d motorboat U

 

Such a tease. Are you dribbling?

 

Yes, like a tap. U wet?

 

For you – always

 

She slid her hand inside her panties to caress her moist folds, imagining her hand was Marvin’s. This was a secret she treasured, sexting with Marvin. As the kids weren’t home she could really let go and abandon herself to the pleasure. 

 

Edge yourself

 

U too, wanna make this last

 

I’m a bit tipsy

 

Bad girl, do I need 2 spank U?

 

Ha ha – yes please

 

Her slippery fingers began penetrating her slot, drawing slick moisture out to smooth around the hard bud of her clit. She pulled her knickers off and spread her legs wider, feeling warm and wanton.

 

Need to slow down 

 

I’m thinking about cream pie

 

Never done that, but it sounds sexy

 

It is – my cum, your cum – yum!

 

Tina felt a frisson of excitement ripple through her, thinking of his dark head between her thighs, licking and lapping. She’d bet he could tease a second orgasm out of her.

 

I’m squeezing my bell end, send me a pic

 

She brought gooey fingers to her parted lips and held her phone to capture the image. Once it was sent to Marvin she licked her fingers clean, allowing her pulse to slow a little.

 

Unf baby – so sexy

 

Play with your balls

 

Yes miss – U play with your nips

 

She followed his commands, pinching and pulling them away from her body, which made them swell and stiffen.

 

She took and sent another picture, waiting excitely for Marvin’s response.

 

Wish I could nibble

 

I wish you could too, nibble and suck

 

Talking of sucking …

 

I’d love to, but instead spit in your hand and fist him hard

 

Yes miss

 

Her climax was close, hardly time message, so she began to tap at her clitty, tormenting that little pearl with the sticky pad of her finger, until her torso twitched in response

 

Not long now

 

Cum with me

 

She began pleasuring herself at fever pitch, plucking her nipples and thrusting three fingers inside her entrance with the heel of her hand bumping rhythmically against her straining clit. With legs stiffened and a swirling sensation, Tina began to come, releasing all the tension of the week in spasmodic throbs. Her eyes squeezed shut and she imagined Marvin in her arms, thrusting into her as she clung to him.

 

Jeez, that was epic

 

Yeah, I’ve filled this sock!

Urgh, you blokes are horrible

 

Ha ha needs must. U think you can sleep now?

 

Hell yeah, that was just what I needed. Call me tomorrow?

Sure babe – usual time?

 

Yes please, Love you xxxx

U too xx

Tina pushed her phone under the pillow, pulled the covers over herself and fell fast asleep.

 

To be continued …

 

 

This piece of fiction was written to the prompt of MILF suggested for #WickedWednesday, Pie for #SnakeDen’sAtoZ and One Night for #EroticFictionDeluxe. The beautiful header image is from 99mimimi on Pixabay

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23 thoughts on “One Day as a MILF”

    1. Generous feedback Nero. Yeah I remember your explosive chat room conversations which you shared in a post. Hot tamale!

  1. I love the way you’ve introduced us to the characters and built the story. I was so surprised at Tina, what a minx!! Will we get to enjoy more of her text-ual encounters? Will she get to meet Marvin in the flesh? Will Marvins owner graduate from the sock? Does he really work on an oil rig? The sock makes me think not…So many questions!

    1. Oh Barefoot, I’m delighted you’ve got so invested! I did my job right. I hadn’t thought of doing more … we’ll see.

  2. Why not with anyone? It seems to me that she could meet with Marvin not only virtually, if there was such an opportunity.

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