bakerstreet | Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson

Entry tags:

Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson

The MILF/DILF MEME
(or the age difference meme)

Society values youth and, admittedly, for good reason. It's a sign of health and vitality; psychologically, it represents unburdened potential and boundless energy. But there's something to be said for wisdom that comes through age and from creating life. Plus, current science says that the sexual peak may be later than we actually think.

Today, we're celebrating those who've either lived enough into adulthood to have a child, or as they're coloquially known - the MILFS and DILFS. Just because you've had a kid, (potentially) settled down, and are all "responsible" doesn't mean you can't have a little fun. The staff has worked hard on providing a proper environment: either a. a suburban neighborhood, b. a facsimile of your character's canon(s), or c. a nebulous AU of your choosing. The young guys and gals will do the rest.

My character isn't a MILF or a DILF, but I want to play them as such! No problem! Feel free to AU and age up. The meme is also left open ended enough that those without kids can be the "older" parties; given the average age of the characters usually played, qualify for the "older" party means being mid-to-late twenties at least, with the ideal minimum being 27-30. Play it fast and loose with everything and throw in other kinks as need be!

What's the Story?

Cougars? You're not being satisfied in your current relationship, but there's something about this youthful person that gets your fire started. It may be wrong, you might feel guilty, but you want some relief, and they could give it to you. Now, to get their attention...

The One Thing You Can't Have? The shoe's on the other foot, and you're the younger party jonesing for that hot, experienced MILF/DILF. Problem is, they think you're just a kid! They won't give you the time of day at all. Can you prove that you're not the little boy that you used to be, you're all grown up and you're begging Stacy please -

Mommy and Daddy Kink? No one's here to play Freud, but sometimes, lacking a role models early in life can seek someone looking for them later, searching for someone who can give them love, pampering, or discipline.

It Would Be My Honor to be Your New Step Father: Uh-oh. The MILF/DILF you're seeing? They're your friends mom or dad! That's likely to put a strain on the relationship.

MILF or DILF to Be: They're not a MILF or DILF yet, but you're about to change that. The obligatory "unsafe sex" or "impregnation" option. Can be part of an insidious plot to make the younger party your "little wife/husband" too!

In the Family? Nobody knows you quite like your own family, so maybe that older relative, parent, or sibling can set you on the right path.

Ageplay? The difference in your ages is the point, and it's what turns you on. The two of you are sure to bring it up and play it up often.

Curiosity? You're tired of people who are immature, or you want to relive earlier days. It's just for fun!

Hot for Teacher? Parents aren't the only ones in positions of power.

Illegal? The younger party is young enough for this to be a danger.

Blackmail? I'm sure your spouse would love to see this...on a porno website! But youngsters can be blackmailed, too. Your naughty ways could be exposed, and what would everyone think of someone so dirty?

Same Age? You're both mature, you can do this. Still, you want to know you've still got it.

When posting, feel free to mention your preferences in the comment, or use the form below:

Name:
Age:
Older or Younger Party?: If you want people the in same age range or bracket or whatever as your character, you can say that, too!
Scenarios I'm Most Interested In:
Yes:
No:
A Brief Description of this Character:

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

Y-Yoko-san...

[He stares, even more agape, at the way she backpedals so hard, so obviously flustered, it can't have been from nothing. Which means it has to have been from something, from something real. He can absolutely imagine her teasing him to get a flustered reaction, but pretending to be ashamed? That was too much for even him to believe. Watching her starting to stand, he hesitates just a second longer, before reaching to rest his hand delicately over hers; he's not about to try and force her to stay, but he can hope.]

...y'ain't gotta go, Yoko-san... ........an'.. maybe I shouldn't be sayin'it.. but I really don't wantcha ta go. ..i.... I ain't gonna.. stop ya, if y'really want to... ......but I mean...

[He huffs, glancing downward, and runs his free hand back through his hair, the other fidgeting a little and squeezing her hand softly.]

......I'd... ..........I'd really like if y'were with me.. i-I mean, yanno..... y..y'ain't gotta do nothin' y'don't.. .....y'don't wanna do... but.. if, uh, if there is somethin' y'wanna do... uh, while yer here, I mean...

[Yoko stops as she feels her hand over his and she looks back. She know she should go before she does something that she regrets, but the simple touch is enough to root her to the spot. The woman glances back at Tetsuo, her eyes wide. She's not scared of him, per say, but the fear of getting involved with her desires and changing the comfortable relationship they have between them is there]

I... wouldn't be going... I mean... I would be... but I'd be back tomorrow...

[She doesn't move to leave. She looks to him, her own face red, and her brain begins to clash with her heart once again. It's true... she hasn't felt this way for anyone in a long time- the spark that she had for her husband was long dead- but all the same she's not only married but old enough to be Tetsuo's mother herself. She can't...]

I can't. Tetsuo-kun... That's... sweet of you to offer though.

[She wants to so badly...] I'm scared I'll scare you off though.

[Tetsuo huffs softly and glances down when she says she can't--then blinks at her and laughs a little, sheepishly, ruffling his own hair.]

E-eheheh, whaddayamean, Yoko-san..? Ain't nothin' you'd do that's gonna scare me off... I mean, yanno, I don't scare that easy, anyways, a-... and, uh... ...yanno...

[He glances away for a second, although his hand still rests over hers.]

...i-..I mean.. ......I really, uh.. really like th'things y'do... s-so... ...any time y'wanna do more... yanno, I'm pretty sure I'd, uh, like that a lot, too!

[...he'd meant to say she's welcome to do more of the kinds of things she already does, but of course it might not have exactly come out that way, in a bit of a Freudian slip.]

You'd be surprised just what I can do. [It sounds tired, a little apprehensive anything. It's nice that Tetsuo can say that and reassure her, but all the same Yoko isn't completely confident. She doesn't know what to make of any of this, but her heart is pounding so fast it's making her tired just standing there.]

Ah... Tetsuo-kun...

[More... Um... Well Yoko is so flustered, so overwhelmed by her emotions, it doesn't occur to her that she's interpreting things the wrong way. As far as she's concerned. She... Tetsuo just confessed to her.

Even though she knows it's wrong, she leans over to kiss him.]

[Tetsuo blinks cluelessly at that attempt at a warning, just grinning sheepishly, seeming totally unperturbed.

...until she leans over and kisses him. His eyes widen and be blushes intensely, freezing for a second--for a few seconds, really--as he processes what's happening enough to realize that even if he doesn't understand it, he really don't want it to stop. He shivers a little, and timidly leans into that kiss a little, squeezing her hand tenderly, murmuring dazedly against her lips even as he nuzzles closer.]

..y-...y-Yoko-san....

[For a moment, Yoko wonders if she's made the wrong decision. Her body is tense, her throat is dry, it feels too rushed. However, once their lips meet, Yoko's body completely relaxes, and she knows that even if she regrets it later, she certainly doesn't regret it now. She enjoys the man's hand on hers and closes her eyes to enjoy the kiss, to enjoy Tetsuo kissing her back, before he speaks, his breath tingling against her lips.]

I'm sorry, Tetsuo-kun... I shouldn't...

[She says it, but her free hand cups his face so she can kiss him again.]

[Tetsuo huffs against her lips, breathing a bit heavily as she murmurs a reply, then laughs a little, bashfully, leaning into her touch slightly.]

..e-..eheheh... r..really kinna.. hopin' yer gonna, tho... Yoko-san...

[He nuzzles a little, timidly, but shivers and kisses her in return, softly but obvious very eagerly, if not exactly very experienced. Swooning just a little at the prolonged kiss, he squeezes her free hand again, scooting a bit closer to her.]

..m-...mmn...

[She leans against him, her forehead bumping his slightly, a warm smile on her face. She figures they can worry about the consequences later. Now they've taken the plunge, they might as well enjoy the moment.

Yoko smiles against his lips and presses against him, her own experienced lips moving to conform to Tetsuo's. It's not hard to lift his head a little so the can get a better angle at it, or move so her hand not holding his squeezes his thigh. For the moment, it's perfect, and she kisses the man back eagerly, inviting him in.]

[Tetsuo grins with his usual bravado--although as she leans so close, he flusters quickly at the sincere, tender affection, together with the way her breasts press softly against his chest. He freezes for just a second as she kisses him so much more warmly, and more expertly, her hand right there on his thigh, way more than a little bit suggestive. Briefly wide-eyed, he blushes intensely, slowly leaning into that kiss, and shivering a little as his eyes slowly drift closed and he melts into it. His free hand rests at her waist and gently urges her to move nearer, feeling a sudden need to have her as close to him as she's willing to get.

It's a few seconds before his lips pluck free of hers, huffing a bit breathlessly against them.]

...hunh... h-hopin'.. y'ain't gonna stop, neither...

[His lips brush tenderly across hers as he murmurs more than a little dazedly, pulling her closer with a growing feeling of urgency.]

Yoko-san...

[Move nearer, huh? Well... Tetsuo is a strong boy... a strong man after all. Yoko gives a small smile as he pulls away to her, to speak in quiet but quickened tones. She figures that she's messed up already, so she decides to move closer. She'll be a little more passionate, a lot closer, and then she'll stop.

That's what she tells herself.

The woman shifts so she's sitting in Tetsuo's lap, light despite her size and her breast size. Ultimately it's childish, but the coy smirk she places on herself is reminiscent to the wild thunder that was her in her younger days.]

Comfortable? Or not enough?

[She kisses him again, running her now-free hands through his hair since he doesn't have to support her.]

[Tetsuo gulps audibly as she slides into his lap, shivering even as he eagerly pulls her closer, a hot breath escaping against her lips as her body presses so much more intimately against his.]

Y-..Yoko-san....

[He huffs, then chuckles softly at her playful question, and that look she gives him as she leans nearer; with his arms easing around her waist, her breasts squeeze firmly against his chest, and his breath catches for just a second.]

Eheheheh, w-well... Idunno... feels like maybe you're suh-.... s-..somethin' I can't get 'nough of...

[He murmurs that last bit against her lips, grinning sheepishly and shivering contentedly at the feeling of her fingers in his hair as he kisses her in return, more deeply and a bit more confidently than before.]

[She gives a small smile as he holds her close and she just enjoys their proximity. His skin against hers. His breath curling gently on her face. There's a light laugh as he whispers to her and before she knows it, she's kissing him more intently, letting her lips talk to her.

She's been hiding... denying her feelings for a long time. So with her kiss she expresses the extent of her affection, determined to make the most of this. As far as she knows, this is her only chance to kiss him, to be with him, before reality catches up with them. Her hands trail from his hair to his cheeks and Yoko's precise and experienced hands move him into just the right position.]

Ahh~ Tetsuo~

[Shivering delightedly at the way she kisses him, passionately and sincerely but with so much more experience, Tetsuo groans under his breath--and sitting in his lap as she is, it's really hard to miss even through the denim of his jeans that he's getting really turned on. Of course how obvious it is depends on just how she sits, but the bulge is right there and getting very hard.

...not that he can really do a lot about that, and the way she guides him for still more intense kisses makes it really impossible to not think sexier and sexier thoughts about her, especially with her body pressed so intimately to his. When her lips pluck free of his, if only for a moment, he pants breathlessly against them, holding her tightly and nuzzling, his eyes opening just a crack, looking a little dazed with all the stimulation.]

..yuh... Yoko-san... d-didn't know... kissin' nobody could even be like that...

[He huffs, his lips brushing against hers, and kisses her tenderly, plucking at her lips a little, then hesitates a second, glancing downward.]

...s-...sorry if I'm, uhh..... ...y-...yanno... ...I mean.. yer..... way too hot, an'... you bein' all close like this.... can't help thinkin'.....

[When she's right in his lap, trying to get in as close as possible, it's almost impossible for her not to at least feel it against her inner thigh. Yoko doesn't mind it at first. In fact, she can't help but feel a little excited herself as she kisses him, feeling young and wild as she does it. It's been years since she's had any action, and she can't say she hasn't missed it.]

Well I'm glad I can show you how nice it can be.

[Internally she's kicking herself for not... For going this far, and a glimmer of doubt washes through her as she sees Tetsuo looking down. Yoko doesn't have to look at it to know what he's indicating and her mind races with her options. All of them: from the core ones to leave and apologise or stay and do this, to the more interesting ones, like just what she wants to do with him.]

... We've gotten to here. I suppose... Well... I can take care of it, if you'll let me, Tetsuo-kun.

[Tetsuo blinks and stares at her for a second before grinning and chuckling sheepishly, already blushing about as intensely as he can, his hands wandering her back a little, halting at her waist, just above her hips.]

If-... if I'd letcha...? i-I mean.. y'ain't gotta.. y-yanno, do nothin', 'less.. ...'less you wanna... eheheh, I mean, y'already take care'a me better'n anybody, s-so, uh...

[He's really trying to be cavalier and cool about it--but he's obviously both nervous and extremely eager for... ...well, he doesn't really know exactly what she has in mind, but he trusts her completely, and at the moment, sort of feels like anything she wants to do is probably going to be awesome, after the way she'd just kissed him.]

...think I'd letcha do anythin' at all, Yoko-san...

[With her arms resting up on his shoulders, a sliver of skin is revealed just above her pants where Tetsuo's hands are resting. The woman gives a small smile at that and she kisses Tetsuo's forehead.]

And I'll continue to take care of you, Tetsuo-kun. [Because she does really care about him and it's touching to know that he feels the same way. With the green light given, she pushes himself off his body to look at the bulge in his pants. She figures to take it slow, to not scare Tetsuo too much and to keep things simple so he can back out at any time.

With well-practised hands, Yoko moves down to the bulge in Tetsuo's pants and makes short work of the zipper, popping it open. Carefully she pulls Tetsuo's pants down a little and coaxes out the man's penis. She strokes it with the flats of her nails, starting from the base and moving it all the way to the tip in elegant, exaggerated motions]

[Tetsuo blinks and blushes even more at that answer, already super flustered at all the tenderness and affection she's shown him--although his eyes widen at the sight of her unzipping and tugging down at his pants, gaping a little as he watches her smiling so sweetly and teasingly stroking his shaft. He's already pretty hard, after having her kissing him so intimately and sitting in his lap, but he grows even more rigid with those sensual touches.]

Y-..Yoko-san....

[He gulps, staring and breathing heavily, his hands hovering uncertainly, a dot of precum already at the tip of his cock as it throbs lightly in her hand.]

...ah.. ain't nobody... takin' care'a me like this...

[Yoko was pretty warm herself, seeing Tetsuo's handsome face so red, looking at her both stunned and turned on. He's so cute and it makes the woman feel even warmer, her eyes practically sparkling as she looks at him. There's a light giggle as she turns her hand to him and she takes his cock into her hand. With her thumb, she playfully smoothes her thumb over the man's head, spreading the precum over the tip of the cock.]

If you want me to stop or if you're uncomfortable, tell me.

[A wilder Yoko would have gone to just start sucking straight away or just titfucking her husband, but Yoko has experience and she's found she likes dragging this sort of thing out. She continues to gently pump Tetsuo, knowing just how to turn him on without making him tip over too fast.]

Yoko-san...

[Tetsuo huffs and shivers, grinning and chuckling a little sheepishly, ruffling his hair a bit as he watches her smiling up at him as she slides her hand along his shaft.]

E-eheheh, c-can't.. even 'magine wantin'ya ta stop.... k..kinda... wantcha t'do a lot more, if I'm.. bein' honest...

Moree~? Oh how bold, Tetsuo-kun.

[Oh he's so cute. Yoko gives a light giggle at that wonderfully honest admission before she kisses the tip of his cock. She strokes him a bit more before she slowly brings her mouth over his dick. Her tongue lavishes over the head and she sucks lightly, looking at the man's face. Her eyes are light and mischievous, almost teasingly asking the man if that was more.]

[Tetsuo blinks and stares down at her, at the feeling of her lips brushing against the head of his shaft--then push downward, wrapping around it, her tongue stroking over it wetly and wantonly, winning an immediate gasp from him. His breath catches as she sucks like that, and he blushes intensely at her eyes glancing up to meet his. His fingers comb loosely into her hair, twitching a little with the gentlest downward tug; he's really trying to behave himself, but how can he not want even more?]

Yunhh... nhh.. yh-..Yoko-san, that's...

[He swallows hard, already breathing heavily, his eyes growing lidded, although he keeps watching her raptly. He feels so strongly compelled to let his eyes drift closed with pleasure--and it was flustering him awfully to even think looking her in the eye with his cock in her mouth--but the way she looks at him is just making it even more dizzyingly sexy.]

..sh..shit, that's..... gotta be th'hottest thing ever...

[Yoko's free hand goes to her hair and she pulls out her hairtie, allowing her luscious blonde curls to come streaming out over her shoulders, a gold boarder to frame her pale skin and complement the rosy pinkness of her own cheeks. She's more than happy to show the younger man the ropes and she doesn't mind the hair pulling. After all she had done far more wild things in her youth and it's still positively tame.

She is more than happy to suck away, fondle the tip by nicking it with her front teeth and licking all up the shaft, but then Tetsuo says his piece and she can't help but giggle against his cock, her lips vibrating a little with the giddy motion. She looks back up at Tetsuo and stops sucking for a moment.]

You like that? Well you haven't seen anything yet, Tetsuo-kun.

[With that, she unhooks her bra under her shirt and removes her top in one fell swoop, any hesitation now gone thanks to her resolution to this. She presses her generous bossom around his cock, pressing it and squeezing it with her tits. She watches like a hungry predator for his reaction, which she craves, before she returns to sucking, wondering what the man thought of that.]

[He is trying desperately to be gently with her, in spite of all the overwhelming feelings she's generating in him, climbing his spine and accumulating between his shoulders, making his fingers twitch and curl in her hair--especially as she deliberately sets it loose. The implication of getting to see her with her hair down isn't lost on him at all, and he gasps softly as her lips drag slowly up to the tip of his cock, staring down at her in awe as she teases him. ...she can do something even sexier...?]

..yunh... y-Yoko-san...

[...hell yes, she can. He stares, blushing intensely and wide-eyed, reluctantly letting his fingers ease away from her hair as she whips her shirt off, setting her breasts free. Tetsuo barely even has a chance to gape at the sight of her bare breasts before she's squeezing and kneading them around his cock, obviously awed, even before she ducks her head to suck him off again. His hands rest on her shoulders for a couple seconds, squeezing softly and slowly--as though he's fantasizing about fondling her breasts but trying desperately to behave himself--then gliding up into her hair again, gently combing through it a little.]

...n-nnhhh.. holyshit... Yoko-san...... y..unhh.. yer amazin'... f...fuck, yer turnin' me on... nghh.. if... if y'keep doin'at.... mnnfh.. 'mgonna.. come in yer mouth...

[He really hadn't had any idea how tremendously inspiring she could be; and while he means it as a warning, now that he's said it, the thought just turns him on even more, and he stares down at her, practically swooning at the new, downright pornographic thoughts she's filling his head with.]

..if y'keep.. mnnhh... s..suckin'it an'.. lnhh.. lickin' at th'same time.. gonna... blow it all over yer tongue, Yoko-san...

[Yoko certainly was a shooting star, the queen of going from zero to eleven and though usually it applies to her racing, it certainly can describe her behaviour too in most situations. She almost feels sorry for poor Tetsuo as she sucks away, finding it exciting to hear him squirm underneath her masterful touch. It hadn't occurred to her just how much power she was commanding over the poor boy but it was positively exhilarating and Yoko honestly didn't think she could stop until she was done herself.

Admittedly the position is a little strange but not uncomfortable. The sucking stays the same- slow, languid motions that suckle the head of his cock and covers it in a thin coat of saliva- but kneading her own breasts with her hands requires some work. Her cleavage is heavy too so she practically has to grope herself as she presses it against Tetsuo's hard cock, slowly massaging the pillowy rack against him. She moves up and down his manhood as best as she can, taking every little noise he makes as encouragement to keep on going. She likes it as he strokes her hair especially though. It makes him feel extremely near and doesn't seem like he's about to pull away. It eases her conscience at very least- he's not against this despite her taking advantage of him.

Yoko looks up to him and she stops giving him the blowjob so she can give him a wry smile, the type a cat gives before it continues what its not supposed to be doing. She's about to start again but instead she removes her mouth, keeping his dick against her breasts, and almost lazily leans against his dick with her cheek.]

So you don't want me to continue? Make you release, Tetsuo-kun? You want me to do something else? Because I think I know what I'm doing, don't you think?

[She winks at him, evidently having the time of her life.]

[There's very little cause to doubt how much he's enjoying her efforts, his fingers twitching, and his eyes slowly growing lidded as the shock gradually wears off, replaced by lust and pleasure, although the blush doesn't fade on bit. He's very much aware that a married woman he deeply admires is eagerly sucking his cock, and that feeling of doing something he really shouldn't--and which he's not convinced he deserves--right in front of someone he'd hate to disappoint is nearly as embarrassing as it is thrilling. But more than anything, the sight and feeling of her breasts and lips stroking his shaft are overwhelming, and he shivers with delight as he watches her, her tongue finding a drop of precum at the tip each time it passes by.

He blinks at her popping her lips off the head of his cock, transfixed for a moment by the sight of her practically nuzzling it, strangely both tenderly charming and profoundly sexy. He huffs and chuckles a little at her playful questions, combing his fingers through her hair a little more deliberately.]

...w-well, I mean... ...yer makin'me.. wanna do a lotta things, Yoko-san... ......s-..so... ...I mean, if... if y'want me comin' in yer mouth...

[He says it sheepishly, like he's pretty sure she couldn't really want that... ...and yet, making it clear he's really not about to fight her off, if he's wrong about that.]

...d..don't think I'monna... wanna stop, tho, if I do that...

[Even the thought of the look on her face, if she really deliberately sucked him off to completion, makes his fingers curl lazily in her hair; whether she looked pleased or surprised or embarrassed, he's confident any reaction she had would be alarmingly hot.]

(no subject)

bikerqueen - 2017-12-04 13:24 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

lasthungrywolf - 2017-12-07 06:22 (UTC) - Expand

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

im sorry! Dw hasnt been showing replies and ive had work so i havent checked manually! gomen orz

oof, no worries, I know how it is :X

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)