Dorothy, The Sexy Milf

Chapter 1 I guess this is England not empire bay.

In 1984, England, I was an 18-year-old apprentice living with my parents, as most teenagers did at the time. Although technically still a virgin, my girlfriend and I experimented a bit; I touched her breasts and genitals, and she often masturbated me, but that was the extent of our physical relationship. Like many teenagers, I fantasized about various women, but one woman in particular occupied my thoughts during my private moments. Her name was Dorothy, or Dot, as everyone called her. She lived two houses away, and I guessed she was in her late thirties. She was married to Billy and had three children. Dot was a sexy woman, not obese but rather voluptuous, what might be described as "thick" today, with large breasts, a nice waist, and a shapely backside. Although not traditionally pretty, she exuded a raw, sexual allure that captivated me, and I longed to be with her. She often visited my mom for tea, and I would discreetly admire her legs and chest as she sat at the kitchen table. She frequently caught me looking, and occasionally, I noticed her staring at me before quickly looking away.

In April, she hosted a birthday party for Billy, just a few weeks after they had joined my parents and friends in celebrating my birthday at a local pub. Their house was filled with people, and as the night progressed, the celebration intensified. Dot looked incredibly attractive in a tight red dress and high heels that accentuated her curvy figure, shapely legs, and ample bust. I couldn't stop glancing at her all night and was aroused the entire time. Billy, quite drunk, went to bed around midnight, prompting many guests, including my parents, to leave. By 1:00 a.m., about ten of us remained, and I had the chance to slow dance with Dot. She had taken off her high heels by then, making her 3-4 inches shorter than me. I will always associate that dance with the song "All I Have To Do Is Dream" by the Everly Brothers. She nestled into my neck, and I wished it would never end. She must have felt my arousal against her, but she neither said nor did anything.

By 1:45, I was the last guest remaining, and I offered to help her clean up the mess left by the forty-some revelers. She began washing up while I gathered the debris and brought it to the sink. Each time I walked into the kitchen, I admired her backside and became increasingly aroused. There was a palpable sexual tension when I was near her, and I imagined she felt it too, though my teenage insecurities caused me to doubt. Once everything was ready for washing, I joined her to help with drying.

Chapter 2 Heat

Purely on impulse I moved behind her, put my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. My cock pressed against her backside and her wet hands took hold of my hips and kept me close. Her breathing increased and she tilted her head back allowing me access to more of her neck and left ear. My thoughts went racing out of control as my hands moved up to her ample bust and I squeezed them through her dress. She sighed then turned and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue exploring my mouth. We groped each other in a frenzy of sexual excitement. “I want you,” she whispered breathlessly into my ear and unzipped my pants. She got my cock out and after only a few jerks I shot my load over her dress and onto the floor. She sensed my disappointment and embarrassment immediately and calmly assured me that it was alright, that she understood. We kissed again then she said, “Cheer up, let’s finish the washing up and give it time.”

I felt awful as I dried the glasses and dishes then emptied the ash trays and did a general tidy of the living room. “I guess I had better be going,” I said dejectedly.

“Not yet, just stand here for a minute,” and she placed me a few feet from the sofa. She stood in front of me, turned and said, “Unzip me.” With nervous hands I lowered the zip on the back of her dress. She turned and faced me and must have read my mind for she said, “Don’t worry, Billy and the kids won’t be up ‘til morning.” The dress fell to the floor and I stared at her in bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. She sat on the sofa and removed her bra allowing her beautiful tits fell out and I saw for the first time just how large and full they were. They jutted proudly before her with large areoles and nipples. She slid her panties off, lay back and spread her legs and I stared open-mouthed at her hairy pussy. My dick was rock hard and bulging from my crotch, impossible to conceal. “Come here,” she said, “I want your cock.” I moved towards her and stood between her legs. She quickly had my pants and underwear around my ankles, my throbbing erection sticking straight out, bobbing up and down, full and hard. “You have a lovely cock,” she said as she took hold of it and pulled me onto her. Her experienced hand guided me into her as I licked and sucked her big nipples. The excitement was too much for my lack of experience and I shot a huge load into her much too quickly. She again sensed my disappointment and murmured, ‘Not to worry, love, it will get better, you’ll see.”

For all my inexperience she seemed to enjoy our all too brief interlude and I hoped her last comment left the door open for another try. As she saw me to the door she whispered, “Not a word about this to anyone or we will both be in a lot of trouble.”

The owner of the company I was apprenticed to lost his wife in freak fall from a small step ladder on the following Monday afternoon. Her funeral was arranged for Thursday and the business closed for that day. I slept in and Mom cooked me a big breakfast. I thought I would go to the cinema in the afternoon, that guy Rowdy Yates from the TV show ‘Rawhide’ was in a movie called ‘A Fistful of Dollars’ so I decided to go. Just as I was out the front door my Mom called out and asked if I would return the vacuum to Dot. Ours was in for repair and Mom had borrowed Dot’s the previous day. What an opportunity I thought and made my way down to #36. Dot opened the door and had obviously been doing housework. She looked a little frazzled but smiled when she saw it was me. “Come in and put that in the kitchen,” she said closing the door and following me down the hall. By the time I put down the vacuum I was unbelievably hard and turned and embraced her. We kissed and pawed each other then she pulled back and said, “I need to freshen up, I have been cleaning all morning. Wait in the living room, watch the telly or read the newspaper, I call you when I’m ready. She disappeared upstairs and I heard the bath running. I turned on the telly and watch horse racing for a while but my mind was elsewhere. I heard the tub draining and then being filled again and wondered what she was up to. Soon after she called for me to come up and I almost broke my neck dashing up the stairs. She was in the tub and told me to get in. I peeled of my clothes and released my straining erection. I sat down opposite her and watched as she soaped her hands and rubbed them over her tits. My twitching cock made ripples in the water and she reached out and grabbed it with soapy hands. “Such a nice big, hard cock, Billy doesn’t have much interest anymore, seems to prefer the beer.” Now, I enjoyed a pint but it was totally beyond my understanding how anyone would prefer beer over playing with Dot’s body.

I knelt between her legs and massaged her tits until they were slippery with soap, they felt fantastic this way and her nipples became as hard as my cock. I moved a hand down and fingered her pussy, feeling new thrills every second. “Stand up,” she said leaning forward, her lips smothered my prick. New sensations coursed through my body as Dot tongued and sucked me as she played with her pussy until I let loose and ejaculated in her mouth and all over her face. We dried off and went into the bedroom. We lay on the bed and explored one another until I was hard again. I climbed on top and she again guided my erection inside her. Her pussy felt fantastic, hot, wet and her muscles squeezed my dick causing terrific sensations. “Fuck me from behind,” she panted and I knelt behind her. I stared at the site before me, her arse was indeed beautiful and her pussy lips were slightly apart, inviting me in. I fondled her as my cock, crammed full of blood, felt ready to burst. I entered her and watched my cock as it pumped in and out. “Slap my arse,” she cried and I obliged with several on each cheek. This caused her to orgasm and when I felt the flood on my shaft I ejaculated deep inside her. I pulled out and watched my cum drip from her pussy onto the bed sheet. She turned and sucked my cock until it was limp.

Chapter 3 Soap on a roap?

It was difficult for us to meet for the next little while, when I was available Billy or the kids were home. If I was home when she came to have tea and a chat with my Mom we would flash sexual innuendoes at each other when Mom wasn’t looking. She would lick her lips seductively or spread her legs as she sat at the kitchen table allowing me to see up her short skirt. I would grab my crotch, accentuating my erection under my pants and once even took it out and shook it at her.

In mid-May, I took a couple of sick days. After lunch on the first day, I told my Mom I was going for a walk, which I had arranged with Dot over the weekend. We spent the afternoon together until just before her kids got home. The next morning, I told Mom I still wasn't feeling well but would go for another walk. I used the kitchen door at the back of Dot’s house to avoid being seen. Dot greeted me dressed in a long gown, revealing a provocative outfit underneath. We spent intimate time together, and the memory of her ascending the stairs is unforgettable.

We didn’t get together again until my two-week holiday beginning the second week of June. I had planned to hitchhike around Europe with a mate but a few days before our holiday he caught chicken pox from a younger sister. I didn’t feel like going on my own so I decided to stay home and hopefully see a lot of Dot. As it turned out we got to see each other almost every weekday and fucked all over the house. I learned an awful lot in those two weeks and Dot always enjoyed our time together. I had a new girlfriend and we were screwing about twice a week at her place when her parents were out doing some kind of charity work they were heavily involved with. When I returned to work on the Monday morning I felt like I needed another holiday but the resilience of youth won through and when I wasn’t fucking my girlfriend, and sometimes even when I was, I thought of Dot.

Dot and I did manage to see each other a few times over the next couple of months and it was in September when I feigned another sick day that she told me the news. There had been much discussion between her and Billy over the last few months about what was wrong with their marriage and what to do about it. Dot wanted to continue having sex with me but realised I would sooner or later move on and besides, she wanted to keep her family together if at all possible. Billy had promised to curb his drinking and pay more attention to the family. They had decided to make a completely fresh start in South Africa and would be emigrating in November. It was a bit of a shock but I got used to it and thought it would probably be the best thing for them. We fucked like crazy when the very few opportunities arose and then she was gone.

I remember Dot fondly to this day. She was a sexy, horny, sensual, mature woman who had a major influence on shaping my future sex life in the following ways:

-I prefer women with a bit of meat on their bones rather than the rail-thin models that abound today.

-Big, natural tits over fake, silicon jobs any day.

-Women dressed in heels, stockings, garter belts and other sexy clothing and watching one walk up stairs dressed like that is still the most erotic sight for me and always brings on a powerful erection.