Cross Pollination : Milfs Unprotected 23 (Breeding Erotica Milf Erotica): Milfs Unprotected, #23

By Tori Westwood

My ex-worker Caleb was back from college and I needed him to help-out again on my market stall.  I sold plants and flowers, but the only blossoming I had noticed was Caleb's.  When did he become such a hunk?!

When we catch a sniff of a mysterious flower's pollen the two of us are captivated by its powers.  Read as the aphrodisiacal plant takes its toll and sees Caleb and I do something sinful!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Apr 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201047900

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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But it’s an aphrodisiac, Mrs. Kennedy.

I know, honey.

And there’s only the two of us here!

"Come on now, Caleb.  I’m not about to reach over and take out your hard, delicious cock am I?"

Jeez, what was I saying?

Caleb laughed uneasily.  I should hope not.  And I wouldn’t want to pull down your panties and put my face right between your legs.  That just wouldn’t be right.

It wouldn’t, I lied.

There was a silence between the two of us for a moment.  I could feel my heart pumping in my chest like thunder.  The juices of my excitement rushed to my pussy and I found myself suddenly excited by Caleb.

My nipples stiffened and punched out of my t-shirt that sat behind my dungarees.  Caleb’s eyes shot to them as they announced themselves.

I guess we’re—uh—both stiff, he said.

I looked again to that terrific packet of his and Caleb did too.  He opened his legs and leaned back, giving me a better view.  The whole front of his jeans was filled with cock.  It stretched out to the side, as though it was making a bid of escape through his front-pocket.

Damn, Caleb, I swooned.  That looks good.

I could say the same thing about you.

We sat across from each other staring.  I moved the plant aside for a better view and then sat back in my chair and stared.  Caleb was looking at my tits and my eyes were all over his crotch.

I saw his cock move beneath as the blood filled it.  Outside I could hear the market-stalls being cleared away, but in here it felt private.  It felt like we could do something foolish and get away with it.

I want to touch myself so bad, Mrs. Kennedy.

That’s funny, because I want you to touch yourself too.

I