A milf`s teacher

I am a perfect woman. I want to share a nice story with you. I am really hot for my story.

When I see these guys look at me in a horny form I just think you are imagining how it should be that having sex with a mature woman. A milf woman.  They want to fuck me and I really like that. The mother of fucker, they say me. Yes, this is a story of sex with mature woman. Of course, a mature MILF. A fucking woman who want sex all the time. The MILF Profe Me.

2 years ago with my 43 years, with a child of thirteen, divorce and 3 diopters wanted to feel as Mrs. Robinson. Not because he had gone to the movies when projected Graduate, God save me from being so old! I heard the Lemonheads in the first doctoral course of my life. I was so smart I want to study so more. I am in the flower of my life. I am so sexy and desire for the young men who want to enjoy with a milf woman. They think that the old women have lot of sex experience. It is so hot for me.

My body had spent the eighties phase shifts of the scene and funk metal colors pinheads 90. It was a special age for me. I attached to a walkman on the very uncomfortable chairs and desks of libraries! Lots of books for me. I was a nerd. Not that I’m complaining, it is that practically I curse the day and I decided to throw away my sexual life. And as Joaquin Sabina would say, my 40 and few blocks (and to you see you!), Unfortunately, I do not follow just as thin, but much more output. Oh I really like Joaquin Sabina. He is a great poet.

At this point I have overcome the tension between the moral that held her adolescent and recognition of the presence of libido. But my traumas have cost me. I remember my wet panties while reading Weber … because I figured the boys class in an orgy fucking me, one after another. In the sex way is the best. I would really enjoy an orgy.  I hated myself for fantasize and criticized –supposal- my friends for sleeping with the university that actually were the ones I liked.

But I would never have done something like that. When I married with Paco (A perfect man to me I think), I promised to look after him in sickness, he swore me happy and, today, we share custody of one of the few good things that has given me life … Anyway, let’s not bad roll and go the mess like say my ignorant students.

They are erotic people. They want an American Sex stories in their life but I confess than I wanted to experience the feeling of becoming a filmic myth, after having separate legal and spiritually a Mr. Robinson I always wanted and never cheated. But since I am Spanish, I’ll tell you how I threw a college that taught the subject of Political Ideologies of the nineteenth century, to celebrate my sexual liberation after divorce. I really like the freedom. It is a perfect life for the world. The sex liberation.

The year was 2013, when Alberto (only 20 years younger than me) interrupted almost all my lessons to show off his incipient knowledge, full of that same revolutionary ardor of his age and so reactionary Marxist.

After school, he always approached to discuss any pseudo-intellectual subject. The advantage of being a middle-aged is that I knew what he thought, as he tried to spin his speeches against my chest. What he could not imagine, they were giving me the urge to tear him down shirt and pants in the middle of the hall. Or maybe, he was infinitely more aware of what was afoot when I offered my theoretical knowledge …

The talks were extended to the café`s faculty. The faculty become hot whit us. And there already beginning to notice prying eyes, I proposed a beer in the city center. I was really horny for him. Some people say that in the old age women can be a special sex life.

Nothing happened beyond Albert Camus and the Myth of Sisyphus. But I no longer made me happy to collect the rock, I no longer cared to understand the world. So, I gave him my phone number in case he doubts arose with the works he had recommended to read …

I started masturbating while fantasizing about her body, turning it into a totem and a vital challenge at the same time. I imagined so many sex scenes, I gave a letter of normalcy to a possible relationship. But, what the hell was I thinking?

Erotic Stories Years ago, elegance and intellectual distinction had plunged me into a boring marriage in which underlay sexual wasteland. Now was the time I had to change my ways, should be clearer about myself: I want your cock. I want to suck and ride him to destroy his penis. Perhaps I should have said this aloud, to hear how ridiculous it sounded. Or maybe not …

The aesthetic is diluted when you realize you’ve lost the best years to develop a healthy sexuality. And it is at that moment when you realize how sick that is the image of a middle-aged practicing onanism front of the mirrors of his house, moaning as if in a bacchanal that never live. While I knew that the only really pathological, was the amount of prejudice that had accumulated around sex.

Those feelings and, above all, those feelings were that led me to write a text message to Alberto in which he proposed to eat in a restaurant to discuss his thesis. In less than a minute, I got an “Of course, prof. Where would you like to eat? “.

As a schoolgirl, I ran to the bathroom to freshen up. A little hair hides the perverse effect of gravity, so I cut to leave a nice triangle. I asked for the formula to be adopted lingerie for a brat surrender to the dark interests … the ego of a mom retaining a desirable figure.

 stories terms of eroticism are the market and my body still had a high value, but had to admit he had spent the Nasdaq, trading on Standard & Poor’s. That thought has clothed me with a black body then the end of the day, the curiosity never goes out of style. And besides, hides, hides and postpones meeting with the abdomen of a woman who has given birth. But how we were going to have dessert to bed?

I had to make. I wrote another message: “You want to do something after the restaurant?” This time, responded in less than 30 seconds: “What you like.. I’m at your entire disposition.”

-¿Alberto? ‘I called ipso facto.

-A Service … she whispered.

‘Let the games for recess. What do you think if I book a room at the Ritz and bought a bottle of champagne?

As I said, I am at your disposal.

So I like. I send the room details by sms-and I hung up the phone as if requesting an administrative action Deanery.

I was the owner of the universe. The housekeeper passion and porn actress with whom all twentysomethings masturbated. Would fill me with eroticism, he would devour the soul …

I waited in my body Fitted with -e dolorosos- those precious intensely black shoes 6cm heel, a glass of champagne in hand and another in the stomach.

Alberto, his security service said in mock across the door.

Nerves, shame and impatience were the feelings that guided my hand directly to her crotch. He had just entered the room and his erection was already so harshly that caused me embarrassment, confusion and a certain cowardice.

Stories eróticosLentamente lowered his pants, I squatted slowly stripping him of his underwear, tight clutching his huge member. He had never enjoyed so much doing fellatio. You may reach the climax, but all my feelings were so intensely confusing still blocking the possibility to have clear memories. After a few minutes, she spreads my mouth from his penis, I undressed stroking and licking my whole body as the man most conversant -in all arts of love and made love to me until I begged him to stop (about 4 hours after starting ).

I know you were expecting a fierce outcome in which Alberto taught how you have to fuck a teacher. I also thought it would be, but the fact is that the classic image of the MILF “ogress” is as uncertain as the saying that wisdom comes with age. I can be a very morbid mature, but not stop being a lady who sexually experienced when he had to. Outside of class, ignorant me.

Now, when I see these guys play that talk about interesting things in the