MILF Tina Series
A Day in the Life of a MILF
Tina dodges a blind date, shares wine with her bestie, but why can’t she wait to be alone?
Tina marched back to the car, skirting round other mums in twos and threes. No time to chat after dropping her children off at school, she had to hustle to work, navigate the morning traffic into town.
She swung her legs in, glad her ‘uniform’ of comfortable trainers and jeans meant she could walk briskly. At weekends she wore more feminine clothes, skirts and heeled boots, but they’d be a hindrance hurrying along the pavements to Petal’s Plant Palace.
“Hello darling!” she called out.
“Alright babe?” Suzie responded, deftly tying a stunning bouquet of flowers and evergreen.
Suzie’s glasses were on her head, nestled against her blonde top-knot.
“Yeah, great. Fancy a cuppa?” Tina flicked on the kettle then tied her apron behind her back.
Suzie was making up the bouquets and arrangements ordered via the internet. It was necessarily chilly in the workroom and Tina was glad of the fleece gilet she wore over her apron.
“I’ll put the flowers out at the front,” Tina moved into the shop, currently crowded with buckets of blooms.
It didn’t take long to restore order and create a pleasing display of bright spring flowers at the front. Hopefully it would lure passers by to purchase a bunch on impulse. Tina was arranging gaily coloured vases when the shop bell rang. She straightened with a smile, tucking chestnut hair behind her ear.
“Hello, what can I help you with?”
“I’d like two bunches of those please.”
“Certainly my love,” she lifted blooms out of the bucket and deftly wrapped them. “Have a great day,” she said passing over the flowers.
“Watcha Tina,” came the gravelly voice of Dino, “how’s tricks?”
“All good thanks.”
Dino was a regular, collecting an order of carnations twice a week for the tables in his restaurant.
“How’s Suzie?” he called into the back of the shop, and the other woman appeared, to pass the time of day.
“When you gonna let me take you out?” Dino leered at Tina.
“What would Maria say about that?” Tina laughed.
“Got to love a tryer,” Dino shrugged irrepressibly.
Tina just shook her head.
Once he’d gone, Suzie looked at her friend, “you need to start dating.”
“Ohh change the record,” Tina scoffed. “It’s taken me long enough to get Seb’s boots out from under my bed.”
“You’ve been divorced two years!”
“And I’m happy. Every third weekend Seb has the kids and I get the house to myself. It’s great, I’m happy.”
“But what about sex?”
The shop door opened — Tina was saved by the bell. She did have needs, and fantasies, but she didn’t let them get complicated by real men.
“Hello — what can I help you with?”
This customer wanted flowers to match a particular colour scheme. Suzie returned to preparing bouquets. Hoping she had avoided the inquisition, Tina served a steady stream of customers, maintaining her smile and friendly attitude.
Once the the van had left with the orders, Suzie made a coffee. Tina manned the front of the shop while Suzie ate her sandwiches.
“Chris is still interested,” she said and Tina, who knew she was carrying on the dating discussion, barely suppressed a shudder.
“That man is only after one thing.”
“Is that so bad?”
“With Chris?” Tina spluttered, “ I can’t — well would you want to?”
“No, But I’ve got Adam.”
“Can I borrow Adam?”
“No, you’re terrible. Hands off my man.” Suzie chuckled; for all Tina’s flirty banter, she'd never steal someone’s guy.
“Please stop pushing Chris at me, I’m not interested.”
Suzie meant well, but had no idea what kind of guys Tina liked and kept suggesting up-tight guys who were too squeaky clean. Tina liked a take-charge man, rough round the edges, someone uncomplicated who wouldn’t remind her of Seb.
When they swapped places, Suzie dealt with customers while Tina munched crisps.
“I worry about you,” Suzie’s look was sincere.
“I’m grateful, but don’t. I’m going to Lisa’s tonight for a film and a take-away.”
“Is Lisa still on Tinder?”
“Yeah. But before you say it — I’m not signing up.”
Suzie gestured surrender. “I wasn’t going to suggest it.”
“You so were, Suzie Templeton.”
“Right, I’m off. Enjoy your night.”
“You too, see you tomorrow.”
Working solo Tina was busy, having priced some flowers for quick sale. She left just enough time to pick her children up from school. Mark was too old for fuss and stood awkwardly while she embraced Gracie. Both children had inherited her thick brown hair and their father’s grey eyes.
“Any homework?” Tina carried Gracie’s bookbag to the car.
“Only reading,” Grace skipped about. Mark stayed quiet.
“You’ve got some. Why not do it before you go to Dad’s?” He nodded. “I’ll get your football kit and pack some clothes. What about you Miss Gracie?”
“I can pack my own Mum,” she smiled.
“OK, but, remember you need clothes as well as plushies!”
“Mum!” Grace laughed, clambering into the car.
“Who’s the boss?” Tina gave a mock stern look.
“You are,” she shouted gleefully.
Seb came to collect the kids at six. Mark gave the briefest hug and Gracie planted a huge kiss before piling excitedly into their dad’s car. Tina stood at the door watching them.
“It’s a home game,” she reminded her ex about Mark’s football.
“Thanks. See you Sunday.”
“Yeah. Have fun!” She called out for the children to hear. After the car pulled away she collapsed against the door. It was getting easier to see Seb, but still anxiety swirled round her insides.
Taking a glass of wine to her bedroom she put on music then stripped off her work clothes. This used to be her routine in her twenties, getting ready to go out on a Friday evening. She’d grab a shower, play tunes, have a cheeky drink, allowing her mindset to adjust from practical to fun.
Now she was older and more confident, Tina picked out clothes quickly, knowing what suited her. Not half bad, she admitted, studying her reflection in the mirror. During the divorce she’d lost too much weight, but recently her waist and hips curved nicely, plus her boobs were fuller since she’d had kids.
Choosing a big handbag to carry a bottle of wine, Tina shrugged on a suede biker jacket. She walked to Lisa’s house, mellow round the edges from the wine she’d consumed, indulging in a fantasy about the fella from the action film she’d watched recently. She knocked on the door. Her friend was on the phone, so Tina stepped inside and settled on the sofa until she finished.
“Sorry babe — I’m all yours now.” Lisa bent to kiss her cheek, swathing her in a cloud of perfume. “What’s your poison Teen?”
“Rose,” Tina beamed, pulling the bottle from her bag.
“Great, I’ve already got one on the go.” Lisa poured pink wine into a fresh glass.
“Cheers,” they said in unison.
“What a week!”
Lisa sank into the deep cushions and proceeded to regale Tina with her dramas. The friends got increasingly giggly until their take-away arrived.
Lisa agreed that Tina shouldn’t bother with Chris, but made it crystal clear her friend needed some bedroom action.
“Let’s look at my matches,” Lisa scrolled through her phone. They gasped with mirth over the thick brows, too close eyes and manicured goatee beards of the Tinder men in their age bracket.
“Teen, what does it mean when they say big spoon — is it sexual?” Lisa asked
“I think it means spooning so … maybe.”
“I quite like that,” Lisa confessed, “then I can rub one out while he’s thrusting.”
“But he can’t penetrate so deep.”
“That’s OK, I’ve got a tilted thing-a-majig,”
“Cervix?” Tina queried.
“Yeah, so shallow fucks are more comfortable.”
“Good to know,” Tina was trying to look serious, but holding back a laugh meant she snorted like a pig.
“Oh gawd, this rose must contain truth serum — I’ve never told anyone that!”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Tina soothed, “sex is better when you know your body.”
Lisa got a serious look. “Have you ever masturbated in front of a mirror?”
“Erm no, but I have had sex in front of one. You remember Frankie Turvey? He liked to fuck with his mirrored wardrobe door open so we could watch. It was actually quite sexy seeing myself, like I was in porno.”
“So you’ve seen your come face?” Lisa pulled a strained expression and they both fell about laughing.
It wasn’t quite 11:30 when the taxi dropped Tina home. She fumbled her key at the door, in her haste not to miss Marvin’s call. Kicking off her boots she flung her coat over the back of a chair. She raced to the bedroom, discarding clothes in haste to chat to her secret lover.
She lay on the bed in her underwear. At 11.30 her phone flashed with an incoming text from Marvin, a guy she’d only met on the internet.
Hey sexy, how R U?
They’d struck up a relationship which consisted of sexting. He said he worked on an oil rig.
Great now you’ve called. Miss you
Miss U too. Look 4ward to this all week
Same. How’s little Marvin?
Oi Less of the little! He’s awake now we R talking
Give him a stroke for me. Wish I could kiss him
Stroking him now. Kiss would B lovely
A big wet kiss, taking him into my mouth
Mm yes
How R the twins?
Tina cupped her breasts, feeling her nipples peak within their lacy confines.
They need some air
Send me a pic
Tina held her phone away. Happy with the images taken, she sent them to Marvin. She unhooked her bra and began caressing the globes of flesh.
Delicious AF. Motorboat U
Such a tease. You dribbling?
Yes, like a tap. U wet?
4 you — always
Tina slid her hand inside her panties to caress her moist folds, imagining her hand was Marvin’s. This was a secret she treasured, sexting with Marvin. As the kids weren’t home she could abandon herself to the pleasure.
Edge yourself Marvin texted
U too, wanna make this last
I’m a bit tipsy
Bad girl, do U need a spank?
Ha ha — yes please
Her slippery fingers began penetrating her slit, drawing slick moisture out to smooth around the stiff bud of her clit. She pulled off her knickers off. Spreading her legs wider she felt warm and wanton.
Slow down she typed
I’m thinking about cream pie
Never done that, but sounds sexy
It is — my cum, your cum — yum!
Tina felt a frisson of excitement ripple through her, thinking of his head between her thighs, licking and lapping. She’d bet he could tease a second orgasm out of her.
I’m squeezing my bell end, send me a pic
She brought gooey fingers to her mouth, holding her phone to capture the image. Once it was sent to Marvin she licked her fingers clean, allowing her pulse to slow a little.
Unf baby — so sexy
Play with yr balls
Yes miss — U play with nips
She followed his commands. Pinching and pulling them away from her body, they swelled and stiffened. She sent another picture, and waited excitedly for Marvin’s response.
Wish I cd nibble
I wish U could too, nibble + suck
Talking of sucking …
I wish. Spit in yr hand + fist him hard
Yes miss
Her climax was close, hardly time message, so she began to tap her clitty. She tormented that little pearl with the sticky pad of her finger, until her torso twitched in response.
Not long …
Cum with me
She pleasured herself at fever pitch, plucking her nipples and thrusting three fingers inside her pussy as the heel of her hand bumped rhythmically against her straining clit. Her legs stiffened and, with a swirling sensation, Tina began to come, releasing the tension of the week in spasmodic throbs. Her eyes squeezed shut. She imagined Marvin above her, thrusting as she clung to him.
Jeez, that was epic
Yeah, I’ve filled this sock!
Urgh, blokes R horrible
Ha ha needs must. Think u can sleep now?
Hell yeah, Just what I needed. Call me tomorrow?
Sure babe — usual time?
Yes please, Love ya xxxx
U too xx
Tina pushed her phone under the pillow, pulled the covers over herself and fell fast asleep.
To be continued …
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This story is shared on Wicked Wednesday for the prompt ‘Secrets’
