Milf Porn: Book 9 Of 'my Friend's Hot Mom'

Since he met her, James has had a thing for his best friend's mother, Tonya. That longtime crush, and the fantasies he has of her, has led to another obsession; watching Milf Porn. He can't get enough, watching to the point its become an addiction. When James goes to an adult store for his latest fix, he runs into Tonya, and discovers they share the same taste in movies, and fantasies!



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"I've always known you had a thing for me, James." Tonya confessed. "I used to think it was cute. He thinks I'm pretty. But as you got older you knew exactly what you were looking at. Bet you thought of me doing all kinds of nasty things to you."



"I do have good imagination." James grinned. "And I imagined you all the time."



She picked up the DVD's he'd dropped, and his gaze gravitated once again to the impressive view down her shirt. 



"My Friend's Hot Mom," Tonya read the title as she rose to her feet. "You know, James, I've always tried to be good. I think I'm a good mom, and I try to do the right thing, but the longer I've been alone, the harder it is to be good.



"When I saw you, I reminded myself to behave. This is my son's best friend, so what if he stares at me, he's barely more than a boy, and how wrong would it be to take advantage of him?"



She held up the movies. 



"Then I saw these in your hand, and realized I wouldn't be doing anything you haven't already thought of me doing, isn't that right?"



"You're why I like these movies so much," he admitted.



"Because I'm your real-life friend's hot mom?" Tonya put the movies on the shelf next to her. "You play these out? You think about Tommy's mother doing nasty things to you? Think about me seducing you?"



"Uh...now that you mention it." God, keep your mouth shut, you sound like an idiot.



"James, you need to do better than that." Tonya prove his last thought correct as clucked her tongue. "I know you're young, but you've watched so much porn you're pretty much addicted to it, aren't you?"



"Kind of."



 "Then you know how to talk dirty, and I bet you had that cute little girlfriend squealing your name every night."



Tonya ran her hands down over her breasts. 



"Bet you can handle all this just fine, can't you, baby?" She spoke in a seductive purr that could make a porn star jealous, and then added the words he'd longed to hear for as long as he'd known what sex was. 



"Because in case you haven't figured it, out? I'm going to let you do everything you've always wanted, and I'm going to take you for a ride so wild, you'll..."



"I can't." Why the hell did he say that?



"You...can't?" The smile left her face. "What do you mean?"



"Well, you are Tom's mom and this is real life and..."



"Tom's not here." She rolled her eyes. "I'm pretty sure neither one of us is going to tell him, or your parents."



"I know, but..."



"You have no idea how hard it is to be here surrounded by sex, and not getting any. Then you come walking in, buying the fantasy I just said I'd be happy to give you, and all I get is...I can't?"



James awkwardly looked away from her.



 "I want it to, but..."