Mercy is a single mom of four and has been craving a good fucking. That is where I came in
Are you into milfs? I most certainly am. I find few things sexier than a woman who either has children or is aspiring to have them. I think that's why I am so driven to be a breeder. I have managed to make five women mothers so far, and I am still trying to make even more! Those moments are stories for another time, however. Today, we can talk about an instance where the woman was already a mother and had no interest in having any more with me! All she wanted was a fun lay…or so she claimed.
Mercy is a single mother of four. She had given birth to two sets of twins, and before we met, she said she'd be damned if she had a third. So, naturally, I consented to wearing condoms to help give her comfort and to avoid any potential “accidents”. Not that I would have complained if we did have one…though she made it clear I would be a responsible dad if it happened.
A little about Mercy: she is a white woman in her mid-thirties. Blue eyes and brown hair and a chubby body, but not so much as you could call her fat. She looked like Meghan Trainor during her breakout years. She wore glasses and had tattoos spread across her body. Her large breasts were capped with rosy, pink areolas and puffy nipples. The signs of childbearing were still there, but her boobs were still firm. To me, she was a perfect example of what a sexy milf is!
We started talking on a chatting app and found each other in a group chat together. Another lady invited me to the group after she saw my size. The group was meant for larger men to connect with women who admire that in potential partners (among other things). For months, Mercy and I didn't interact much because she was an admin, but after I became an admin too, we started talking and flirting more. Soon we moved into private messaging, and she asked me plain and clearly how likely I would be to meet up if given the chance. I said if we set a date to meet, I would make it work!
She appreciated that and talked about how many of the guys in the chat were all talk and no actual action. This was because many of the guys were in relationships and weren't honest about it with their SOs (go figure). My wife allows me to have extra fun here and there if her own sexual needs are not neglected and I keep myself disease-free. Mercy had no issues with either rule. She just wanted a big dick to pound her needy pussy. In her mind, it had been too long, and she was aching to be filled again. We worked out a time to meet, and we settled on a morning meeting. I would go to work late, and she would go in on time.
The only snag was her kids. Naturally, she didn't want me to come by because she had four nosy kids to take care of, so I had to wait until after she dropped them off at school. I had no problem with that, since she was still going to be hosting, and I was using PTO to go to work later. The day came, and I drove out to her city. I arrived early and settled in across the street from her apartment complex.
She gave me regular timing updates as we prepared to meet, so I knew when to pull into her complex to park while she dropped her kids off or put them on the bus. As I parked in the complex, I saw her pull in. She left her car and went to get ready in her apartment…I continued sitting and waiting. I was tempted to follow her, but I told myself to resist. I resisted the urge to edge myself. I wanted to last and enjoy the fun coming. Especially after talking myself up so much.
Finally, the message arrived. She told me the apartment number and to come now. I left my car and walked to her place. She was on the second floor, so I bound up the stairs and tapped on her door. She didn't make me wait long. The door opened, and I was quickly pulled inside to avoid any nosy neighbors.
She was as lovely as her photos, and we both made short work of our clothing. I played with her perfect rosy nipples as I kissed her, and she playfully tugged on my growing erection.
“I have been waiting for this.” She quietly said.
“The feeling is mutual!” I responded as I kissed her again.
We continued to kiss before I threw her onto the bed. She stated earlier that she didn’t want to waste time. She didn’t want my usual romantic or affectionate self. She wanted me to take her. To mount her.
I stared at her bent-over form and gave her a quick smack. She was completely smooth. Her pink pussy glistening with moisture and her anal ring dark and puckered. I resisted my natural urge to devour her. She didn’t want oral. She just wanted a thick and uncut cock inside her.
I grabbed one of the condoms I had brought, and quickly it went on. I lined myself up with her opening, sliding my head up and down the length of her needy cunt. She moaned at my teasing and groaned in impatience as I made a few playful pushes to go in but stopped before I did.
“Dammit, just fuck me!”
I realigned myself, grabbed her hips, and slowly pushed myself inside. She moaned in relief as she felt her pussy begin to stretch to accommodate my size. I could scarcely believe how tight she was, but I loved feeling her embrace me. Once I had fully hilted myself, I held it there for a few minutes. Her pussy was gripping me intensely, and I felt her flex her muscles to get even tighter.
“Naughty milf!” I said as I smacked her ass again.
She laughed and moaned at the impact as well as the feeling of me pulling back, just to slide back in. I started off slowly, letting her pussy fully adjust to me. She had mentioned it had been over a year since she was fucked. She needed this, and I knew she did.
As I picked up speed, her moans grew louder. She began to throw her hips back to meet my thrust. Even through the condom, I could feel her squeeze me. Her booty jiggled with each impact as she laid her head on her bed, face down and ass up, taking as much of me into her as was possible each time.
“God damn…God damn, that’s good dick…. GOD DAMN THAT’S GOOD DICK!”
Her screams egged me on to go further. I could feel her clench onto me tighter as she praised my cock and my thrusts. Sadly, her orgasm brought upon my own. When I told her, she begged me to hold on a little longer. She had another climax to reach before I was done.
I moaned as I continued to pound her through my own orgasm. She moaned one more time before collapsing into the bed. I followed right behind her. We lay next to each other in a light afterglow, kissing softly.
“I am not done with you yet.” She said softly as a mischievous grin grew on her face.
She removed the condom from my softened cock and quickly took me into her mouth. I was still sensitive, so I was gripping her bed sheets, trying to hold onto sanity. Her needy eagerness was driving me wild, and her wanton lust for me spurred me to give her the next round she wanted.
I enjoyed her oral attention for a few minutes but decided I wanted a change of pace. I pulled her up to me and kissed her passionately again. I wanted to feel her body against mine. Caress and grope her as I would a darling lover. My eyes turned downward as I began to kiss and suck on her chest.
“Ohhhhh.” She purred. “You like these boobs, huh?”
“Yes. I absolutely love them!” I replied as I would suck on one, pinching the other, and then switched between the two of them. All the while, I slowly felt life return to my cock. I began rubbing my growing erection against her dampening pussy. We were ready to go again.
I quickly retrieved another condom and applied it to myself as I once again sought to be inside of Mercy’s velvety embrace. This time, I took her in missionary. I had gotten attached to her boobs, and I did not want to be away from them now.
I kissed Mercy deeply as I slowly delved into her body once again. She moaned into the kiss, but it wasn’t long before I felt her hand sliding down. She wrapped it around my cock and slowly pulled down with it.
I leaned up and saw what she was doing. Centimeter by centimeter, she was taking the condom off. Gentle tugs to remove it in tandem with my own thrusts into her.
“And what are you doing?” I asked, amused and curious.
“Hmmm, what do you mean?” She responded with a mischievous tone.
“You know exactly what I mean. It looks like you are trying to take off the condom!”
“Oh? Am I? I don’t know what you are talking about.” She was being coy. And dammit if it didn’t make my cock throb even harder under the circumstances.
“I believe you do!” I responded. “You told me the condoms needed to stay on! You didn’t want to risk anything!”
“I mean, I did, but” she paused as the condom finally came off, and she used her legs to pull my back inside her bare, “I think this just feels so much better. Don’t you?”
I moaned as I felt her velvety inside properly. She was soaked and squeezing me tightly. Even though I had already cum recently, my cock was getting even harder. I was still sensitive, though, and knew that her bold actions would make me cum again soon.
“Fuck…Mercy..I--”
“I know. Me too!” She moaned out and then looked into my eyes and kissed me.
“Together?”
I nodded my head and kissed her back. I started going harder as both our final climaxes approached. “I’ll hold on till you cum and then I will pull—”
“No!” Her legs tightened around me. “Breed me!”
That was all it took. My orgasm crashed like a wave as I buried myself into her. She moaned loudly as her body went rigid and I felt her squeeze me dry. For thirty seconds, the two of us held each other there. Together.
As our pleasure subsided, I kissed her softly. She released her arms and legs from gripping me and I slid out of her. I could see some of my seed leak out of her and onto the bed.
I laid next to her, catching my breath and exhaled, “Have Mercy on me….”
She smacked my chest laughing and called me a dork.
“You told me you didn’t want to risk a breeding, darling,” I chastised her.
“And I didn’t but in the moment, I rationalized….’Already had two sets of twins. Would one more set REALLY be all that bad?’”
“Yes. That’s two more kids and you are once again starting over!”
She laughed and assured me she would probably be ok. Then she kissed me and said that we both now had to get ready for work. I agreed and got up. She loaned me her shower so I wouldn’t have to stink of sex at work. As I dried off, I gathered my clothes, kissed her again, and thanked her for letting me come over. She welcomed me back anytime the two of us were able to make it work again.
As I got in my car and headed to work, I messaged her constantly while she got herself ready for her own shift. Then we both hopped back into our group and acted like nothing happened. She didn’t want to advertise to the group whom she was meeting with. It was a very “kiss and don’t tell” situation.
Despite continued flirting, the two of us were never able to meet again. Additionally, Mercy slowly became less interested in the app (and the group) as both continued to decline in overall quality of people. I miss her dearly and still remember our interaction as one of my more thrilling and erotic moments.
Particularly since unlike my favorite endeavors, this one did not result in any kiddos.