I pulled up to the budget motel. “Gem” had texted me that she had just returned with “supplies.” I knocked on the door, and she let me in. A self-described “young MILF” in her mid-20’s with long brown hair and an average build, she met me wearing a tight sweater and a black miniskirt. She lightly kissed my neck.
“I like your sweater.”
She helped me take it off and unzipped my pants. She took her top off, revealing a lacy bra. I placed the donation on the table. She quickly stripped off the rest of her clothes, and soon we were both naked on the bed. I started playing with her perky tits – her sizable nipples hardened – and caressed her ass. My fingers then ran through her trimmed bush. She noticed that my cock was rock-hard and took me into her mouth. I placed my hand on the back of her head to guide her as she orally pleasured me. She climbed on top of me. She started slowly moving her hips in a circular motion, then accelerated her pace as her breasts bounced up and down in my face. She slid her hand down and manually stimulated her clit. My hands clenched her hips as my pelvis thrust off the bed. After several minutes, I cried out my pleasure.
But she wasn’t done. After cleaning me up, she caressed and stroked my cock and got it hard again. She got another condom and covered me, then she lay on her back and spread her legs.
“Yes, baby, let’s go.”
She moaned as I slid inside her. She reached down to stimulate herself again as my body rocked back and forth on top of hers. The bed wobbled as she urged me to keep fucking her. I erupted once more.
We talked afterwards. She was quite sweet. She said she wanted to go back to school, probably in the medical field. She enjoyed making jewelry. Christmas was a little rough for her; she had barely enough money to afford presents for her young son. The conversation tempered my lust. When our time was up, I quickly got dressed and departed into the afternoon sunshine.
Lutheran Guilt 