I’ve never been a big fan of Penthouse forum letters. If you’ve read the Penthouse forum section, you would know that a lot of that stuff seems out of this world. I’m not saying that it doesn’t happen. I’m not claiming that. What I’m saying is that the likelihood of that happening to you and me is quite remote.
Let’s put it this way, the chances of you winning the lottery and me becoming yet another man on the moon are much higher than a lot of the stuff being talked about in the Penthouse forum. You can call me a skeptic, you can call me a very suspicious and negative or pessimistic person, but I don’t really care. I just don’t think that stuff happens all that often, assuming that it happens at all.
If you’ve read the stuff above, that is exactly the kind of mindset I had regarding milf fantasies. Let’s face it, if you ever follow the milfdating online, you would realize that there are lots of guys lusting after women aged 30 and above. There’s just something about fucking a woman that is your mother’s age or older that has basically turned on guys since time immemorial.
If you are looking for any hard proof of this, just look at ancient Greek literature and it’s chock full of this stuff. In fact, one of the most famous Greek tragedies, Oedipus Rex, is premised basically on the whole forbidden love between a mother and her adult son. While nobody’s promoting incest here, you get the point.
There just seems to be some sort of mystique or some sort of hidden allure that older women have. Maybe it’s the fact that they are older. Maybe people often automatically assume that just because somebody has a few years on them that they are more mature and that they have been around the block a few times.
Guys who are younger tend to find that sexy because, hey, let’s face it, we all need a guide. We all need somebody to hold us by the hand and show us how life works. And this applies across the board, whether we’re talking about finding the right jobs, figuring out what to do with your life or, in this case, sex.
I would say that it’s just part of the human experience and everybody has this innate drive in them. Accordingly, it’s not a surprise that there’s always been an attraction between younger guys and older women. Well, I thought all of this was bullshit until it happened to me.
Jessica’s my best friend. Jessica’s family originally came from Mexico. They ended up owning a fairly busy restaurant in the east side of town. Jessica and I became good friends because we were both big into soccer and that’s all she talked about.
I never really looked at Jessica as somebody I would want to fuck. Not that she’s ugly, I mean, she looks like Salma Hayek with bigger tits. I mean, what’s not to love there? But since I got to know her on a purely friendship or platonic level, my level of attraction for her never really grew past that point. Maybe she thinks of me the same way or maybe she’s looking for something more, I don’t really care. I mean, for all intents and purposes, I looked at her as a sister.
So anyway, Jessica and I would spend quite a bit of time just hanging out at her house. We would watch tv, talk about homework, but never really getting around to doing homework together, and essentially just bullshit around.
She’s the kind of girl who’s basically more comfortable with guys than with other girls. It’s not like she’s like some sort of tomboy, it’s not like she’s hard around the edges, she’s not. She just feels more comfortable around guys because she’s the kind of chick who likes to talk about stuff that is kind of off center or out of bounds. She has a weird imagination and that’s partly why I liked her so much.
Anyway, one night we were just hanging out at her place and her mom came back from the restaurant really, really tired and she didn’t have time to cook dinner for Jessica and myself, as a house guest. She normally puts together some food. Maybe it’s meatloaf or pasta, whatever the case may be, she usually would go through the time and bother of preparing something for me and Jessica.
Well, that night was an exception. She just turned in early. Jessica said she was going to sleep so I went to the living room where they set up a nice bed for me and I went to sleep. After a few hours, probably around 2pm, I felt this hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock. And I was fucking shocked, man. I didn’t know what to expect.
I said, “Jessica, is that you?” Whoever it was put her finger on top of my lips telling me to shut up. And sure enough, I felt the tight, hot, warm lips around my cock. Let me tell you, it was really, really hard, if you’re 19 years old, to hold it in. It really is almost close to fucking impossible.
This woman, and I can tell it was a woman because she knew what the fuck she was doing, she was applying the right amount of suction and she was moving her tongue gently around the head of my cock. She knew where all the nerve endings were. She knew the right motions that would trigger a nerve chain reaction.
She was a pro. And I didn’t have the heart to basically just grab her by the cheeks and look at her straight in the eye to figure out who it was, but I was just enjoying the ride. Soon enough, she fucking straddled me and it didn’t take long for me to do my personal imitation of Mount Vesuvius up her vagina. I must have fucking shot buckets right up that tight hole.
She was sweating and she had this faint smell of onions. Now, most people would get turned off by that, but I was turned on. I knew right there that this was Mrs. Garcia because they had a Mexican restaurant and I can smell the faint aroma of onions and cilantro.
And after I shot my load, I just crashed back into the bed and pretended to fall asleep. She never turned on the lights and, just as it started, it was all over. And to this day, Jessica and I often meet up and I still see Mrs. Garcia at their place, but nobody, to this day, would ever say a word regarding that magical night.
But believe me, that night, my Penthouse forum fantasy’s cherry got popped. Not only is that shit possible, but, given the right set of circumstances, it’s all too probable.