Interracial Imagines ◇ JB

milf

milf
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s u m m a r y ; you are a m.i.l.f

You stood in the mirror, looking over your outfit for tonight. Justin had told you that you two were going out and he wanted you to dress up, and apparently he actually meant sexy.

When you had got home, a red tight dress was laid upon your bed, with matching shoes. Justin even put out underwear for you to wear.

"Damn you, Justin," You had said when you turned on the light and saw it laying there.

So here you were, in the mirror observing your frame and figure. "I look okay," You say, before leaving the bedroom and going down the stairs where your son and his friends were playing their video games in the living room.

"James!?" You yell out your son's name, as you walk down the stairs carefully, seeing as you were wearing heels. From the stairs, you could hear the teenage boys laughing along with each other and the tv in the background.

"James!" You shout again, making your way to the living room, instantly seeing the boys swarming the couches, controllers in their hands and eyes glued to the tv in front of them.

You huff, the boys didn't budge from their positions, eyes not even faltering from the tv screen. The boys seemed to not see you standing in the doorway, in your fitting dress. You sighed, before moving in front of the tv, hands on your hips.

They stop immediately, realizing that they can't see the game that they were playing.

"Moom!" James shouted at you, his eyes trying to see through you, as you stand your ground. The other boys are just staring, creepily. You now think this was a bad idea. The boys are staring you down, to your face, chest and your ass.

"James, I have been standing there trying to get your attention for a while now!" You almost shout at your son, slowly moving forward to your son. Your son mumbles under his breath about how you always get in the way.

"Where's dad?" James asked, putting the controller in his lap, looking up at you from where he was sitting on the sofa, between two boys who were staring you down.

"On his way to get me," You inform James, before moving to walk away. You get to the kitchen, in hope that those boys didn't eat up all the food in the house.

You were kneeling down in your dress, in attempt to look for a snack while you wait for Justin to arrive. As you stand back up, you overhear your son and his friends talking.

"Yo, James, yo mom is fine as hell," You slightly smirk, as you eavesdrop. Those boys obviously liked the view of you, and you were appreciative, but kind of weirded out by them also.

"Naww, man, she always nagging me,"' James says, and you could picture him huffing and puffing just like he did when he was three.

You go over to the refrigerator, as you hear the boys laughter fill the room. "Bro, your mom is a MILF, you got it good," Another one of his friends say, before they all start laughing again. You can hear your son disagreeing, like he should be.

"I still got it," You say, leaving the kitchen to go back to your room where your phone was.

Getting to your room, you can hear your ringtone start to play. "Probably Justin. . ." You mumbled, slipping into the room to get the phone and answer it, quickly.

"Baby, hey, are you ready?" Justin's voice fill your ears, as you answer the phone. You instantly smile at the sound of his voice. "Hey, babe, yeah, I'm ready," You say, walking back downstairs only to hear the boys playing games again.

You hold the phone to your shoulder, "I'm gone, James!" You shout loud, hoping that your son heard you. You pass the living room, ignoring some stares as you walk to the front door, where Justin claimed to be.

"Aiight, mom!" James shouts back, which made you nod and open the door, to see Justin's car out in the driveway. You end the call, seeing Justin wave at you to come get in the car.

"Yup, I still got it," You say, slyly, strutting down the walkway to Justin's car. . .

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