MILF club - Life at an apartment full of older beauties.

Vanessa gave Arthur three options of questions she could answer, teasing him before pushing a chair to sit. ”So, give me an orgasm, and I will give you one of these three pieces of information.”

Arthur agreed eagerly... Maybe too eagerly, if Vanessa’s amused raised eyebrow was anything to go by.

But before he could take a single step toward her, she held up a finger.

”Wait, wait. One second.” She lifted her wine glass and tilted it toward him, showing him the bottom. Empty. ”Would you be a dear and fetch me more wine?”

”You’re unbelievable,” Arthur laughed, but he was already walking to the kitchen.

”Unbelievably thirsty,” she called after him, and he could hear the grin in her voice.

He opened the refrigerator and discovered that she really had stocked it with wine. He found an already-opened bottle and poured himself a fresh glass.

Back in the living room, Vanessa was undressing slowly, putting on another show for Arthur. Every single move she did was meant to tease.

Once fully naked, she settled back onto the sofa, and opened her legs wide without a shred of shyness.

Arthur stood there for a moment, glass in hand, just... admiring her.

Her open legs gave him an unrestricted view of her pussy, glistening between her full tights. They were perfectly pink, a small and cute cunt.

”You’re beautiful,” he said simply. ”Especially... down there. It’s beautiful.”

Vanessa blinked surprised by the sudan complement. For a heartbeat a faint pink rose to her cheeks. She had never been praised because of her pussy, but she was happy that going through the trouble of shaving had been worth it.

”...Well,” she recovered, reaching out her hand. ”Thank you. Now give me my wine before I start feeling too flattered.”

Arthur handed her the glass, and then, instead of climbing onto the sofa, he knelt on the floor between her knees. Vanessa smiled, opening her legs even more, so he could have easy access.

But before going down on her, he looked up and said, seriously:

”One more thing. Thank you.”

Vanessa blinked again, genuinely surprised ”...Why?” Then her lips found their perpetual teasing curve. ”Oh... could it be that you want to eat my pussy that much? I should be the one thanking you, that is, if you do a good job.”

”No.” Arthur rolled his eyes and smiled. ”I do want to eat you out, but it’s not about it. It’s for everything. You’re always helping me... Even if you’re very roundabout about it, I know you’ve been taking care of me. The apartment, the advice, all of it. So... thank you.”

The teasing died on her lips.

Vanessa looked at him for a long moment, this boy she’d watched grow into a man. Even if most of the time she was watching from a far way, her heart inevitably filled with pride seeing him.

Slowly a happy smile spread across her face. Not the wicked smirk. Not the cat-that-got-the-cream grin. Something quieter. Warmer.

”You’re going to make an old woman cry, saying things like that,” she murmured, reaching out to ruffle his hair. ”I’m very happy I was able to help you, even if I’m just a horny milf. Now, get to work before I change my mind.”

Arthur thought of a thousand things he could say, but instead he only leaned into her. He decided to show his appreciation with action, slowly licking her.

After that, there were no more words.

He took his time with her, slowly exploring her beautiful cunt, and watching closely to see what would get him the biggest reaction. There was no need to rush things, they would have all night anyway.

Vanessa only whispered softly, enjoying Arthur’s tongue. Silence settled between them, broken only by her deepening breaths, occasional moans, and the soft clink of her wineglass.

Vanessa didn’t direct him with words. She didn’t need to. Her fingers rested in his hair, and when she wanted him slower, they simply stilled; when she wanted more, they pressed.

It was a conversation without a single syllable, and Arthur understood it surprisingly well. He really was a quickie learner.

”You may be getting dangerously good at it,” she said, patting his head as she praised him. ”Continue like that, good boy...”

Vanessa smiled, taking another sip of her wine, and closing her eyes. Her pleasure built slowly, in waves, each one a little higher than the last.

When the moment finally came, it wasn’t with a loud, dramatic climax, but with a soft, satisfied sigh as pleasure rippled through her entire body. Vanessa sagged back into the sofa, her body relaxed and weak, her chest heaving.

”Fuck, that was good, but...” she let out a long breath. ”You can’t be this soft with me, or I may really fall in love.”

Arthur pulled back and blushed a bit at her compliments. And for a second, the words ”then just fall for me” came to the tip of his tongue, but they died out before he could say them.

Ads by PubFuture He was still not entirely sure about what his relationship with the blond milf was. Maybe the best way to describe them would be friends with benefits, but... He still more or less felt like he wanted more.

At the same time, he was almost sure Vanessa had no interest in the label of boyfriend and girlfriend. Besides, he still had Iris, and he wouldn’t give up on her.

”What is going through your head?” Vanessa asked with a teasing smile.

”It’s...” Arthur hesitated. ”I’m still trying to figure out my relationship with Iris, and...”

Vanessa smiled, finding his worries both cute and endearing. He was a very responsible boy, so he wouldn’t just fuck them and think nothing about it.

”Well, I promised I would help you if you gave me an orgasm, so is Iris your choice?”

Arthur nodded, wanting to talk about it.

”Very well. Just let me enjoy the afterglow for a second,” she teased him, touching her own pussy. But Vanessa didn’t push herself to a second orgasm. Instead, she closed her eyes and remained in silence for a bit more than a minute.

Finally, she got up and went to the bathroom, where she had already left two robes. Both were meant for Arthur, but she slipped into one herself. It hung loosely on her, far too oversized for her frame, but it was still comfortable.

Arthur took the other robe, and since her bodily fluids had left the sofa a bit of a mess, they settled around the small dining table instead.

Vanessa swirled her wine, a knowing smile playing on her lips. ℴℴ𝘮

”So, you still have three options on the table: the story of how I met your mother, your problems with Iris, or Amanda’s little secret.”

She leaned back in her chair, taking a leisurely sip of wine before tilting her head at him. There was a playful glint in her eyes, as though she already knew what he was going to choose and was simply waiting to see how long it would take him to get there.

”Although, I have to say, the answer to the Iris question is pretty obvious, you know?”

Arthur immediately opened his mouth to protest, but Vanessa raised a finger, stopping him before he could get a word out.

”Besides...” she added, drawing out the word as she watched his reaction. ”Amanda’s secret is quite interesting, you know?”