I am always a surprise!
Just when a mature wife thought she was done babysitting, in comes her lover.
My boyfriend, Terrance, was fucking me one hot summer afternoon when he suddenly called me a Gilf.
Until that day, I’d never been privy to that word and didn’t know what it meant. I was swept up in my explicit emotions, reeling with unbridled lust while he attacked me from behind. He lifted my face off the bed, turned me sideways so that he could kiss my lips, then whispered intensely that I was his ‘Gilf whore!’ It wasn’t until later while recuperating from our concluded sex that I inquired what that word meant.
“What, you ain’t heard that word before?” he looked surprised when I asked him.
“No, I haven’t,” I chuckled while I caressed his hairy chest. “You know me, babe. I don’t keep up with whatever the young ones out there are into.”
“You don’t have to be young to figure out that word, babe. You’ve heard of the word Milf, right?”
“Yeah. Mothers I’d love to fuck; everybody knows that one.”
“Gilf is the version for mature wives: Grannies I’d love to fuck. Get it?”
“Oh, wow. I never thought of that. You’re such a nasty devil, thinking that’s all I am to you.”
“That ain’t all what you are to me, babe,” Terrance lifted both my tits to his face. “You’re just so damn sexy, I wouldn’t mind fucking you on a daily basis.”
“Hmmm, you know I’d love nothing more than that, darling,” I purred.
I rolled over onto him, kissing him while teasing my pussy against his cock that was growing hard again. His hands caressed my butt before sliding underneath to tickle my pussy with his erection. I wanted his cock in the best way. I wrenched his turgid member from his grip and drove it into my cunt. I exhaled as I felt that familiar warmth explode inside me. Goosebumps broke across my arm, and I could feel the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand upright as my pussy swallowed his cock.
“Ohhhhh fuck!” I gasped while grinding my butt against his crotch. I leaned forward and kissed him. “I love your cock so fucking much,” I moaned.
“Hmmm, too bad you can’t take it home with you.”
I cackled at his humour, knowing it was true. “I know, babe. Fuck me one last time for the road,” I breathed into his face. “Fuck me harder this time.”
Terrence knew what I wanted when it came to sex and was never lacking when giving it to me. He never baulked or hesitated to fuck me like a slut, like I almost didn’t matter to him. Sex with him was always intense and rowdily enjoyable, like riding the world’s scariest rollercoaster. He took charge of me immediately and began jerking his hips, slamming his cock into my vagina aggressively. He smacked my butt repeatedly, making me groan frantically. I kept grinding my butt against his crotch, squealing wild and raunchy while his cock stretched my cunt. I kept mouthing off, telling him how much I loved getting fucked by him, how much I looked forward each week to enjoying him; I would have died if a week passed and I never got to have wild fun with him.
He fucked me to my utter satisfaction. He made me cream over his cock as my body quivered from climaxing.
An hour later, I put on my clothes and kissed him goodbye before leaving his apartment. I put on my shades as I left his building, stepped out into the evening sun, got into my car and drove home. My husband hadn’t missed me the entire afternoon that I was gone. He had entertained several of his friends who’d come over to watch a game while I’d lied to him that I’d gone swimming at the YMCA establishment located in the city.
Gilf.
The word reoccurred in my mind later that night as I lay beside my snoring husband. Who would have thought that I’d reached Gilf status? I was baffled whether to take it as a compliment or an insult to be labelled as one. I was approaching my mid-fifties, having given birth to four kids and being rewarded, so far, with five grandkids. Yet, I didn’t feel old or rusty; neither my husband nor I felt ready for the nursing home. Robert, my husband, was semi-retired from practising Law. I work part-time as a paralegal for a federal NGO outfit. It sounds boring, but it keeps me busy and ensures me enough excuses to drive to the city and spend lots of quality time with Terrance.
Robert knows nothing about Terrance, and that’s the way I want it to remain. I always look forward to seeing him again. The thought of feeling him naked against me always gets my blood pumping. I know he has younger women he dates, and I don’t care; whenever I’m with him, it’s all about us and nobody else.
Terrance surprised me days later when he called me and said he was close to my home. It had been nearly a week since the last time we fooled around. I would have gone to him, except I was babysitting one of my grandkids and had no excuses to give.
As it turned out, Robert was out at work when Terrance showed up at our doorstep. I was alarmed to see him, even though I welcomed him inside while carrying my one-year-old grandson, Jeff, in my arm.
“Terrance, you shouldn’t be here,” I told him. “Robert might be home any minute.”
“He ain’t gonna be home till four, babe, and you know it,” he said. “I missed you and figured I’d come to you instead,” he kissed me. “You on grandmotherly duty?”
“Yeah. My daughter’s off with her husband to visit her in-laws, so I’m babysitting until tonight. I was going to give you a call later.”
“No point waiting until later, babe,” he smiled broadly. “I’ll be your babysitter, and I’m here to take good care of you. But first, how about we put your little man to bed and then get comfy.”
I couldn’t believe Terrance had the audacious nerve to come here to my home while I was supposed to be babysitting my grandkid. We’d had sex in my home before, but this was different . . . and sort of kinky, too. He’s such an incorrigible fellow who hardly takes no for an answer, which is a quality I like about him.
“Come with me,” I said and led him upstairs to my bedroom.
I went and gently placed my grandson in his crib beside my bed. He was asleep, so I knew he wouldn’t be too much trouble to watch. I turned and locked arms around Terrance and kissed him, feeling hungry for him.
“I wasn’t looking forward to you coming over,” I cooed. “But since you’re here . . .”
“Let’s make good use of our time,” he concluded.
He relieved me of my clothes, and I did likewise to him. I lay on the bed and lifted my legs while Terrance played with my breasts before sliding his face down my abdomen. I closed my eyes briefly and squirmed as his tongue made contact with my pussy. His tongue performed sexual surgery on me, the way he lolled, probed, and sucked my pussy’s nectar. My breathing grew laborious, and my body jerked and squirmed spasmodically the longer he ate my cunt.
“Awww . . . Awwhhh, Terrance,” I moaned softly. “Ohh babe, don’t fucking stop.”
I glanced at the crib periodically to make sure my grandson was snugly asleep. So far, so good.
Terrance came on top, and I tasted my cunt’s juice off his lips. His prick slid against my vulva, arousing me further. I grabbed his cock and inserted it into my vagina. I bit my lower lip as he thrust deep inside me.
The pain was exquisite.
I couldn’t hold back my moan as he buried more inches inside me.
I hugged him tight, wanting more of what he had to give.
Terrance worked his hips and began offering me more thrusts of his cock. I laid on my back, fighting against the sexual tide that seemed keen on drowning me. I wanted to let loose — become my wild self — to buck and squeal my loudest, but had to hold back out of fear of waking my grandkid. Terrance sensed this and did his best to keep in line with me. He fucked me slow but steady. I ran my hand over his backside and sometimes dared him to quicken his pace like he often did. I almost didn’t care about waking up Jeff or fearing that Robert might be heading home that minute.
I wanted to be sexually fulfilled.
“Fill me up, babe,” I muttered. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
Terrance pulled out and propped me to get on my elbows and knees. He hunched over my backside and rammed his cock into my pussy. I grabbed the sheets and cried into the pillow’s fabric as he fucked me harder and harder. Our bodies made smacking noises, and I kept checking to make sure the baby wasn’t stirring in his crib. My moans grew louder as I felt an orgasm stirring inside my womb. The excitement was too much for me to bear.
I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on the sheets as I felt an orgasm roar inside my gut.
Terrance continued fucking me as if nothing had happened. A shiver ran through my body as I suffered the onslaught of my sudden climax. Terrance gripped my waist and tore into me harder until an intense moment arrived, and he ejaculated inside me. I waited until he had concluded his business before falling flat on my face.
My grandson did stir awake, but that was after we had cleaned ourselves up and I had changed the sheets. I opened the windows and sprayed some potpourri fragrance to consume the stench of sex in the room. I carried Jeff with me as I escorted Terrance out of the house. I kissed him and he said he would text me later, and then I waved goodbye before returning inside.
My daughter and her son returned later that evening to pick up their son. Nobody found out about my afternoon romp, and that’s still my secret adventure.
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