The Handywoman : Desperate MILFs: Desperate MILFs, #7

By Tori Westwood

Handymen can sometimes be a bit intimidating to call, not just for women, but for younger guys too.  So, I set up The Handywoman business, and today I'm calling in to do some work for my friend's son, Evan who recently moved out of home.

I guess a woman with a wrench really does it for him, because he's reacting to me in ways he never has before.  Read how this handywoman gets very hands-on indeed as I treat Evan to his first time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Mar 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201200039

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Evan seemed slightly relieved.  "I know!  Without seeing your face, it didn’t seem wrong, you know?

It’s not wrong.

It was just like you were any other milf.

Milf?

Umm, you know what I mean?

Woman you’d like to fuck, I said.  If I’m not mistaken?

Evan laughed.  Yeah, that’s it.

And would you?

Huh?

Like to fuck?

Evan took a deep breath.  His big chest rose with his broad shoulders.

We can’t, can we? he asked.

If you don’t want to, that’s fine.  I’ll just have to satisfy my wet pussy another way.

Fuck, what was I saying?  You just can’t talk to a guy like that, can you?

Wet? Evan asked.

I nodded.  I don’t stare at a big cock and not get wet.

Big?

I nodded down at it.  Come on, Evan, that thing looks pretty big from here.

You really think?

Gee, I’m not sure.  Why don’t you pull it out and let me take a real good look at it?

Evan paused.

I mean it.

Just, take it out?

I nodded.  Go ahead.

But—

Here, I told him.  I’ll make it easier for you.  I pulled my t-shirt up over my head and tossed it aside.  It’s soaked anyway.  It needs to come off.

He locked eyes on my breasts and froze.

Is that doing it for you, stud? I asked.  I took one of his hands.  Here.  I placed it right over my breast.  "That’s what those feel like."

He squeezed and let out a sigh.

Now come on, I said.  Show me.

Evan took his hand off my breast and went to his pants quickly, unfastening them and opening