Affair of a MILF (a housewife and a mother) with an young intern

[lobowolf]

The story is based on one of the mature ladies who got in touch with me after I started the thread "Dating mature ladies (My Encounters and suggestions)". At first, we exchanged emails via SBF and then moved to gmail. After that we chatted through Hangouts, without revealing each other's identity. It was only in the 6th month that she gave me her contact and since then it has been Whatsapp. She is certainly a voluptuous woman and certainly a head turner, despite her age.

This story is based on her encounter, one summer, with an intern in her company. Though she did not go at lengths to describe the nitty-gritty details of the affair, she mentioned what and how it all happened (I am not sure how true this is but I assume what she said to be true, considering her looks to attract young guys). Kindly, do not ask for the details of the mature woman. Since she told me of her experiences in brief, I have to use my imagination to fill in the details. This is my first effort to write a story, so be patient and hope the readers will not get bored. I will try my best to update the stories regularly. The story is based from her perspective.

Characters in the story:
Deborah: 47 year old Singaporean, mother of two sons (17 and 14) and married to Lawrence. Married at the age of 30 and a carefree woman.
Lawrence: A successful business man of 42 years (5 years younger than Deborah).
John: Eldest son of Lawrence and Deborah (17 years)
Eric: Youngest son of Lawrence and Deborah (14 years)
Sarawan: A common friend of my two sons, John and Eric (16 years)
Rakesh: An Indian intern to Singapore from Delhi for one months (21 years).
Pradeep: Rakesh's father (52 years), voluntary retired army officer
Swathi: Wife of Rakesh and mother of Rakesh (44).
Deepika: Elder sister of Rakesh (24 years).
Zhang Wei: An intern from Beijing, China
Keywords: MILF, mature woman, mother, cougar, younger man, inter-racial

Disclaimer: The names provided here are all fictitious.

(To be continued...)

[lobowolf]

I am a mother of two teenage boys 17 and 14 years and working in a financial company. My husband runs a successful business that he took over from my father and often requires him to travel overseas to close business deals, especially to China. There was no need for me to work but I felt bored being a stay-home-mom and it will be a waste to my degree in finances. I graduated from a reputed University abroad and I had a short fling with a Professor there, who was in his early-50's. It was a brief affair and an unpleasant one. I was a person who was turned on by intelligence and always enjoyed a good conversation but this affair gave me second thoughts.

I was quite a socialite from my younger days. I was usually sought after because of my physique and looks and was never short of getting attention from guys (from young ones to the older ones - boys will be boys!). I was tall for an Asian lady but that was partly because my mom is Dutch. I stood 5'8" without heels. I have long wavy hair. My dad met my mom during an exchange program. She saw that my dad was a bright fellow and she was swooned by my dad's good upbringing and good personality. My dad is a very well to do business man in Singapore and I was quite pampered since I was a kid, as I was the only child. I was a party girl and friends would always invite me to go out with them because I paid the bulk share for most of the outings.

I met my husband in a social gathering. I was 27 at that time and my party day were over and was getting serious about life and to support my dad's business. My husband is 5 years younger than me - I have a thing for guys younger than me. It was in our 3rd years of relationship that I accidentally got pregnant by Lawrence. Initially, we used condom for sex but one evening, we decided to go raw and, since then, our sex was always raw. My first thought, after finding out the pregnancy, was to go for aborting but Lawrence was against it. Lawrence, instead of walking away and leaving me in my mess, proposed to me over my pregnancy. It was not the most romantic proposal I had imagined but I was comforted by the fact that he stood by me. I came to respect Lawrence's integrity and his character even more. And I am forever grateful to Lawrence that I did not have to go for the abortion and to have a handsome boy in my eldest son, John. Though he was younger to me, he was often took the lead and showed great maturity.

After the news broke out, my father was rather glad over Lawrence and he saw in him the potential to take over the family business that he started. Lawrence was a very intelligent person, a fast learner and had the knack to grasp things quickly. I always refer to him as my living Wikipedia. Lawrence had an excellent academic record throughout. Marriage was a small affair with only close family members and friends being invited. Lawrence was a caring husband and father to our first son. Our sex life after marriage was quite limited because of my pregnancy. It was only after the birth of our first son, that we started to enjoy our sex life. I noticed that whenever Lawrence travelled he would always buy me satin slips (both knee length and full length) and lacy panties. Below are some pics of them:









It was only then I realized, Lawrence fetish for satin materials and lace panties. Well, I did not complain, because Lawrence took care of my lingerie - I guess not many ladies can have a partner like that. If one were to check my underwear drawers, it is all lace and satin stuffs. Slowly I was drawn to those stuffs, thanks to Lawrence. Sometimes, I have caught him going through my drawers, touching the soft satin fabrics and even sniffing it. I did not see it as a major issue and, I guess, it is normal for guys to have such a fetish for such materials (as long as he doesn't go around sniffing others' panties). Even I enjoy the soft touch of the satin on my bare body, especially around my sensitive nipples.

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[lobowolf]

Contd...

I have always loved the attention I got from my son's friends - those teenagers! ('Sigh!') and I guess it has to do with my busty body. After the birth of my second son, I put on quite a lot of weight ,but thankfully, to my height of 5'8", it made me quite voluptuous. I put on weight on my thighs too and it was a booster when I wear figure hugging dresses on special occasions. Sometimes when I travel for short holidays with my husband, the house is left under the care of our helpers, who looks after the two boys and the house. We often travel over the weekends. My boys would generally invite their friends over for dinner and play games. On one particular long weekend, I noticed that my drawers were hassled with. It seems the boys went through my night wears but I was not sure because they seem too young to be doing that over my clothes. To confirm my suspicions, I purposely left my worn negligee lying on the bed along with my lace panties and took a picture of its position before leaving overseas for a weekend. Sure enough, when we returned, the position of my negligee and panty was shifted. I felt abused but the thought of some teenage boys going through my personal stuffs excited me. That evening, I made love with my hubby, but my thoughts were on my son's friends. I always had a thing your younger guys but this was getting a bit far-fetched that I thought of teenage boys.

Among all the friends of my two sons, there was this particular boy who was 16 years of age and he got along with both my sons. So he was the most regular visitors of all their friends. His name is Sarawan and his presence always made me uncomfortable and he would visit almost every weekends. He had that leering look in his eyes at me and I can see in his eyes peeling off my dresses one by one. I was under the constant scanner of his pervert eyes. Usually at home, I am generally in shorts and t-shirts at home and he would take every opportunity to look down my T-shirt. One weekend, when Sarawan along with other friends came to the house to watch a movie, I was arranging the messed up books and magazines lying in the TV room. I remember that was the first time I caught Sarawan looking down my loose T-shirt (I wasn't wearing a bra that morning), it was such a priceless look on his face that, instead of getting pissed off, I burst out laughing, much to the surprise of my two sons and their friends. Sarawan gave out a meek smile to me with a red face of embarrassment (he looked so cute at that moment) and it was only known between us.

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[ChilledPig]

Nice story bro, please continue

[Truckers]

Please continue TS

[lobowolf]

Contd....

From that day onwards, I use to tease to him with flashes of my bra and boobs (if he was lucky) but it always stayed that way. I would serve them drinks while they watch movies and Sarawan will always be the first one to notice me enter, which was quite cute of him. I would bend down a bit, positioning myself in front of Sarawan to set the tray of drinks and reward Sarawan for the attention he was giving me. I also realized that he would frequent the toilet soon after that and it was no brainer to guess what he was doing there. One day, on a weekday, I had to drop by home for some work. It was the summer holidays and I was not expecting my sons and their friends to be at home but they were at home making plans for their trip overseas. As I went upstairs to get my file from my study room, I noticed that the bedroom door was open, which was not the norm. I slowly opened the door and explored the room and things seem to be in order. Then I heard a faint sound coming from the bathroom and I creeped in and saw Sarawan jerking off with my silk negligee wrapped around his dick and sniffing my soiled lace panty and calling my name "Deborah... Deborah... I love you, you are so HOT....". I was really shocked by that scene. Suddenly, Sarawan sensed the presence of someone in the room and turned around in horror to find me with my arms folded and giving him a stern look. He was stunned for few seconds, which must have seemed like an eternity for him - poor Sarawan, he just had a brain freeze! He removed my silk negligee, which was now moist with his pre-cum and threw it at the laundry basket, along with my panty. You ought to have seen his dick shrink within seconds, in front of my eyes - I was quite amused by that. He apologized profusely, "I am very sorry, Aunty Deborah. I am very sorry....", with his voice cracking, almost to the brink shedding tears. He did not look up to me and rushed out of the bathroom. Even I was shocked over the whole incident. After I gained composure, I gave some light touches of make-up and headed downstairs. Sarawan was not around. I really sympathized for Sarawan - I thought to myself that I should have at least let him reach the climax. Later that evening, I learned from John that Sarawan pulled out from the trip. And that was the last I saw of him as he stopped coming to our house. Not sure if it was the guilt or embarrassment of being caught by one's friends' mom with the pants down, in the most awkward position.

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[lobowolf]

Contd...

Well, life still goes on.......

Being in a corporate office, I had to be well dressed. I always loved to be in stiletto heels and most guys get intimated because I tower them in those heels. I loved that vintage heel and never really liked the platform heels, as it was of poor taste. I was never into short skirts and my taste was for pencil skirts and I loved the way it brought out my curves. My office attire is mostly two pieces and the top is mostly satin. Sometimes, I wear those see-through white tops but I would complement that with a light sweater/shrugs. To be honest, I dressed that way to get the attention from the guys at the office

Every year our company takes the brightest of students from across the world for internship of a month. The interns are well paid with accommodation provided too. Whenever an intern joins my team, they are generally introduced to all the respective team members. I was informed that a new intern has joined for the summer from India. But when he was brought to my desk, he turned out to be very fair and a tall handsome boy. He was carrying some documents and dressed very casually in a t-shirt and jeans. "Argh... Youngsters!"

I stood up and introduced myself and, "Oh my, he is a shy boy". He blushed a bit and seemed nervous when he said “I am Rakesh". As he stepped forward to shake my hand, he fumbled and the files he was holding fell off his hands. "Poor boy!" I tried to help him by picking up some of his papers and in the process, we brushed our hands. 'What was that? It felt so nice.' I thought to myself. As I straightened myself, I noticed that his arms were hairy like an animal and it was a tingling feeling that I got from that. I have dated only Asian guys and my former lovers were not hairy like this boy in front of me.

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[Ryanzxx]

moar moarrrrr camping for ts

[Workaholics]

Originally Posted by Ryanzxx

moar moarrrrr camping for ts

Same here as well

[Raddy69]

Starting a campfire .

[Craze4Sex]

Setup camp base here.

[Sextifying]

Will check here daily.

[LuisGarcia]

Originally Posted by Sextifying

Will check here daily.

I will too

[lobowolf]

Contd....

During the lunch time (about noon time), he was still working on the task assigned to him, so one of my regular lunch kaki asked him to join us. At first, he turned it down, saying it was early for his lunch (later I learned that Indians have their lunch and dinner very late) but on further insistence, he agreed to join. Over lunch, we all grilled him with questions about India and the safety of women there. I noticed the slight discomfort in Rakesh with all the queries, so to change the subject I asked, "Rakesh, how many languages do you know?", since India is a very diverse country. His modest response took us all off guard. "Err.. I know C++, C#, python, Fortran, Visual Basic and Java though I'm more acquainted with C# and python but I can play around to get the job done with the other languages too". We all squint our eyes and gave each other a blank, much to the bewilderment of Rakesh. The next moment, we all burst out laughing, drawing attention from the other diners in the food court but it was a very good joke at different level of communications. Looks like, we all started out on a right note with the intern. Rakesh gave out a sheepish nervous smile and the guys in the team were padding his back for the laugh. That was such a candid moment for me. Young guys caught embarrassed is such a cute thing to me and that moment really stuck in my mind.

That evening over the dinner table, John was playing games (as usual) and seemed exasperated at failing at a game. Lawrence looked at him sternly, that silent stare that tells him to put the phone down on the dinner table. My family try to have the dinner together on weekdays, as that is the only time we can all come together and talk about the day.

My youngest son, Eric, asked John and Lawrence, how difficult/easy it is to create apps. Lawrence quipped, "John, maybe, if you create your own app, you will have no difficulty completing all the stages of your game". Ahh... I remembered Rakesh about the languages he said he knows and giggled to myself. All heads turned towards me and I told about them about the new intern Rakesh and the conversation we had over lunch. Lawrence understands the importance of having a good command over programming languages and gave a passing comment, "Maybe, John can learn from Rakesh, while he is still here for a month". John just shrugged his shoulders to say "whatever" and continued with the food. Lawrence looked at me, in a way to say, "What do you say to that idea?". I didn't want to bother Rakesh with that, so I shook my head sideways in disagreement.

(To be continued...)

[Beaned]

Originally Posted by Raddy69

Starting a campfire .

Same here