1. Frat Party MILF


    Date: 3/13/2019, Categories: Voyeur / Exhibitionism Author: byhamgod, Source: Literotica

    The pillow over my head was doing nothing. I looked at the clock again. 2:18. No wonder this Air-BNB had been available. Why had this party not been shut down? I flipped over again, trying to find a place where it wasn't so loud, but it was hopeless. All I wanted was some sleep. I had a long day helping my daughter, Eliza, move into his dorm, and I was due back early in the morning to take him on a Target run. I squeezed my eyes tight, as if that would somehow make it quieter. My nose twitched, a thick aroma filling my room. Did they have a skunk? Realizing what it was, I sat up letting out an exasperated sigh. This was too far. They were now using illegal drugs. I swung my legs over the side of bed and stood up. Catching a glance of myself in the mirror, I decided it would probably be a good thing to freshen up a little. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I pulled my hair up into bun. I stood up, but noticing the obscene jiggle of my breasts unrestrained by a bra and the my soft nipples poking thru the thin white fabric of my tank-top, I decided I needed to cover up. I grabbed the bathrobe, deciding that was easier than finding a top and changing out of the tight boyshorts I had worn to bed, and splashed some water in face. It was hard to look modest with my figure anyway, and I didn't want to give these kids the wrong impression. Jeff, my husband, always said that I had six feet worth of curves on my five foot frame. I missed him, but was glad he was not here now. He hated so ...
     confrontation so much, we would have probably stayed in the room miserable all night and begged me not to go. Opening the door, I was greeted by clouds of smoke. Groups of kids, all college age, conglomerated up and down the street, centered around one big house with the letters Greek Letters DIK painted on the front. I was drawing stares, so I hugged the bathrobe closer to me and started to move down the sidewalk. I hadn't thought this out, I didn't know who I was supposed to talk to. I started walking, not sure who I was looking for. I headed for the house, walking through the open door. In the front room there was a beer pong table. One of the players facing me was clearly the center of attention. The hottest girls in the room were flocking around him and the whole room would pay attention when he spoke. A fat cigar hung from his lip, and his shirt hung open, exposing washboard abs and bulging pecs. He was clearly the one I had to talk to. "Excuse me," I said, walking towards him. He looked up, and cracked a grin upon seeing me. "Can I help you," he said, offering his blunt . I shook my head, and he took a puff, holding it before exhaling in my face. I coughed, face reddening with anger. This was not good. When angry, I tended to make rash decisions. "Yes. I rented the house next door and I'm trying to sleep. Can you please keep it down? It is a weeknight." I said sweetly, trying to stay calm and not get to angry. If I could avoid a confrontation I probably get out of here ...
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