Chapter 8: The Disciplined MILF

Lily and I walked out of there. After walking for a bit, she looked around and asked,

“Autumn saw us… right?”

“I think so… I’m not sure,” I said.

“She definitely saw us. Oh god, what if she tells everyone?”

“Hey, that’s not gonna happen. Don’t worry, we’ll think of something,” I tried to calm her down.

I asked her where she was headed, and luckily, she was getting off two stations before my destination. We took the subway.

It was crazy crowded. I don’t know what the occasion was, but when the train came, we barely managed to squeeze in. People everywhere. We got shoved to the back, surrounded on all sides.

I ended up standing right behind Lily. There wasn’t even space to turn around. I leaned in over her shoulder to talk.

“So crowded, man. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s not far, so that’s okay,” she said.

I was fully pressed against her—my dick right up against her ass in those slutty denim shorts. I started getting hard, and I could tell she noticed. I was still leaning close when she whispered in a playful, slutty voice,

“You can’t control yourself, huh?”

“I can’t help it—you look so damn sexy in these shorts.”

“Oh yeah? Would you like to rip them off tonight?”

“Nope,” I said, smirking. “I’d rather slide ’em down slowly.”

We both laughed quietly.

She started rubbing her ass gently against my crotch, glancing back at me with that teasing look.

“Chill, girl… too much public for this.”

We couldn’t do anything there, but damn… she gave me a solid reason to destroy that tight ass tonight.

Her station came.

“That’s me. Let’s meet tonight,” she said, like she needed more.

“I’ll be there,” I said and waved as she left.

Two stations later, I got off. My college was close by, and Michael had told me to come ASAP.

When I found him—

“Bro, what happened? You sounded serious,” I asked.

“Dude, that fucker Neil—our project member—that nerdy-ass guy said he’s submitting the whole project under his name. Says we didn’t do anything.”

“What?! Where the hell is he?”

We called Neil and asked him to meet us.

When he showed up, I didn’t waste time.

“Yo, what the hell, man? Why’re you doing this to us?”

“You guys didn’t do shit,” he said flatly.

“Didn’t we agree that you’d make the project and we’d present it?”

“Yeah… well, I don’t feel like that now.”

Michael was about to go off.

“Motherf—come here, you—”

I held him back.

“Look, Neil. If you pull shit like this… we’re gonna blow this up. Everyone’s gonna know what you did.”

“Tell everyone what?” Neil asked, suddenly alarmed.

“That thing, you know… that thing you did in class,” I said, bluffing. I didn’t actually know shit.

“Hey, please—you can’t tell anyone I was fapping to Mrs. Claire during her lecture!”

That dumbass outed himself right there. Classic nerd shit.

He looked like we had him cornered—then just grabbed his stuff and ran off.

“Hey dude, come back here!” Michael yelled after him.

“Like he’s the only one who ever jerked off to Mrs. Claire,” I laughed. “That motherfucker.”

We both cracked up.

Every dude in college had probably fapped to Mrs. Claire at least once. She was that hot—tight skirt, thick body.

“So… will he still keep us in the project group?” Michael asked.

“Who knows. He’ll come around. I’ve got spicier news right now anyway.”

I told Michael about the elevator incident—and the MILF next door.

He damn near came just hearing it.

“Bro, not here!” I smacked his hand away.

“Damn dude, you’re one lucky bastard,” he said, eyes wide.

“Hey, set me up with one of them, man. I’m your best friend!”

“Hoes before bros. Nah bro—get your own MILFs!” I laughed.

We messed around for a while—grabbed food from the canteen, chilled, scoped out sexy girls on campus—and then I finally headed back to my apartment.

Man, I was beat.

Today had drained me—mentally, physically… and sexually.

I flopped onto my bed, thinking about how I’d be shoving my cock in Lily’s tight little asshole soon. Just the thought gave me shivers. My dick twitched to life like it had its own heartbeat.

Those denim shorts she wore earlier… fuck.

Then came a knock on my door.

That must be Lily, I thought. She couldn’t wait, huh?

I opened the door…

And found a MILF standing there. It wasn’t Lily.

Thick as hell. Glasses, long brown hair, tight white shirt showing her massive cleavage. Her boobs were huge, and that navy blue office suit hugged her body like it was tailor-made to ruin men. Her blazer was open, showing off that tight white shirt barely holding her chest in. The pants? Skin-tight. Wrapped around thick, juicy thighs that looked like they could crush a man’s head.

She looked like one of those sexy secretaries straight out of a wet dream.

That curvy figure, the way she crossed her arms with that serious face—

She looked like she came here to punish me with lust.

My dick was already hard from thinking about Lily’s ass—and now this MILF showed up at my door? She glanced down at my dick and kept staring at my bulge for a solid second, like she couldn’t look away.

“Hi, how can I help you?” I asked.

“I’m Judy. Neil’s mom,” she said, with this stern tone, like she was here to scold me. “Are you Alex? From his class?”

Wait, Neil’s mom?!

Neil was around my age. No way this bombshell was his mother.

“My son told me he was bullied by you and your friend. Is that true?”

“No, ma’am. We’re friends. We were just joking around,” I said quickly, trying to calm her down.

“Look,” she sighed, “he was always bullied in school. Now even in college, he can’t catch a break. He came home sulking, and when I asked, he told me Alex and Michael were making fun of him.”

What the fuck?

This dude really went crying to his mom about some banter? What a pussy.

And now this MILF is here causing a scene—I didn’t want Tiffany next door overhearing.

“Why don’t you come inside?” I said, keeping my voice low. “We can talk.”

She stepped in.

I held the door as she walked past, and when that thick ass came into view—man.

Her hips were wide, and those tight pants gripped her ass so perfectly I couldn’t help it…

I started rubbing my dick through my pants, slow and hungry.

I didn’t stop… not until she turned around.

“Why don’t you sit down,” I said, trying to act cool. “It’s just a misunderstanding, I swear.”

She looked around—only place to sit was the bed or my dick.

And she sat on the bed. Crossed her arms, crossed her legs.

Thick thighs stacked on top of each other.

My dick was enjoying the view.

She glanced at my crotch.

It was hard. Bulging. Begging to break free.

Then she looked back up at me — lips still parted, like she was trying to control herself… but failing.

“I know your type,” she said with disgust. “Guys who bully others, hook up with girls, and act like they own the place.”

“Hey, Mrs. Judy, can you stop stereotyping me, please?”

“But it’s true,” she snapped. “I came here to have a serious conversation, and you’re walking around with a boner in your pants like a horny little boy. You think you can handle a real woman?”

She scoffed, but her eyes dropped to my crotch again, lingering just a second too long.

“Guys like you talk big, but you wouldn’t even last two minutes.”

“Hey, no need to attack me like that! And I know how long I can last, okay?” I said, trying to cover my bulge with my hands.

She gave me this cold, annoyed look.

“So what will it take, huh?”

“What?” I blinked, not sure I heard her right.

“You boys always want something in return, don’t you?” she said. “So tell me — what would it take for you to stop messing with my son? I can do anything. But you have to promise me you won’t do it again.”

I paused for a second, just staring at her.

What the hell was this sexy MILF even talking about?

She’d just insulted me to my face… but now she was basically offering herself like some weird trade?

That tight-ass suit, those sharp glasses, acting all proper — and then she says “I can do anything.”

I thought, let’s test her.

“Alright. I’ll tell you what it’ll take.”

“Yeah?” she raised an eyebrow. “Tell me.”

“Let me see those boobs.”

She sighed. “Teenagers. All about lust…” But even as she said it, her hands were already moving.

At first, I just stared. Wait—what? She’s actually doing it?

I thought she was kidding. No way a serious MILF like her would just… strip.

She slipped off her blazer — then started unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time.

And then… she let those massive tits out like it was no big deal.

Fuck. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

It’s like she came here knowing exactly what she had to do.

The way those soft, heavy melons spilled from her shirt, while she still had that serious lusty face on…

God, my dick twitched hard.

“Now squeeze them,” I said. “I wanna see you play with them.”

She gave me a long look — but did it anyway.

She brought both hands up and started squeezing her tits, pressing them together, rubbing them like she was in some kind of heat.

I pulled my dick out. Started fapping right there while watching her like it was a private porn show. I didn’t even care what her deal was anymore—this serious, bossy MILF just popped her tits out and obeyed like she was hypnotized by lust.

She looked at my dick while still playing with her tits. Her face tried to stay serious, but you could see it — that lust building in her eyes. She was getting turned on by this.

“Twist your nipples. Hard.”

She hesitated. Then obeyed.

“Ahhh…” she moaned softly. Her legs twitched.

Her nipples were definitely sensitive.

Yeah… I knew how to break her now.

I kept stroking. That view — her big tits out, nipples pinched between her fingers, her mouth open in a shaky little moan — it was enough to make my cock throb.

I stepped closer.

“Let me show you how it’s done.”

I reached out and grabbed her nipples, twisting them hard between my fingers.

She gasped — then moaned, loud. Her whole body jolted, like that hit some nerve deep inside her.

She was trying so damn hard to keep her serious face on…

But her lust was overpowering her.

She was losing control.

And I hadn’t even started yet.

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