MILF and the BBC Ch. 02

Errol Senior was a man-mountain. He wasn't exactly a gentle giant - his mere presence would make men wary and women gasp - but his ice chip eyes had a faint hint of kindness if you dared stare into them.

He'd seen military service, some of which he had enjoyed but most of which he had detested. After ten years he had left without a backward glance.

As a civilian he was employed as an engineer (the career path he had been trained for in the military.) He had always been 'handy' in that he could fix most things just by somehow understanding the logic behind how things worked. He was someone you would always want with you if your car broke down or if you had to build a shed or needed repairs done. He was a man who could lose himself in a task as long as he wasn't distracted. And the thing that distracted Errol Snr the most was women!

One thing the military had done was destroy his marriage. In truth, Errol Snr had done a good job of ruining his marriage all by himself and the constant deployment and redeployment was a strain for him not least because he loved having sex. If he had a spare evening, drinking was at the bottom of his list of pastimes. He'd head out and try and find a willing (she had to be willing) participant. Once they were alone, some were less willing when he unfurled his man-meat; a slab of glistening, black, pulsating cock that always made his imminent conquests gasp. But Errol Snr was proud to boast (to himself) that these women would always at least attempt to take his cock fully as though to fail would mean losing a badge of honour.

One day, Errol Snr returned home unexpectedly to find his wife, Letisha in bed with another guy. The only reason he had only thrown the guy out of the house and not killed him was because of his guilt at having slept with several women over a particularly rampant period.

Errol Snr was now in his mid-forties but he knew that women of all shapes and sizes found him attractive. His penchant - perhaps because of his size - was petite women. He loved the thought of them trying to take his enormous girth and he loved picking them up as if they weighed nothing (and he surmised that most of the women he'd slept with loved the feeling of power that he exuded.) To be honest, most women compared to Errol Snr were petite but he particularly loved the ones with tiny frames, bubble butts and (Errol had only seen these types on the pages of porn sites) enormous, over-sized tits.

After the break up of his marriage, he'd had a string of women but none that he would give house-room to for more than a night or two. Errol Snr had decided he was not the marrying kind but would have fun while he could.

He had returned to the town where his ex-wife and son lived having initially tried to make a new start elsewhere. But his sensitive side; his honourable side couldn't bear the thought of his son - who was too much of a stranger to Errol Snr - growing up without a strong father figure to guide him. Also, his ex wife had said that Errol was going off the rails a little.

Soon after Errol Snr had returned to town, she announced that she needed to find herself and make a fresh start as Errol Snr had attempted to do. The latter news wasn't an issue for Errol Snr. He was happy to have her out of his life for good but she was leaving at a crucial time as Junior was due to take his exams in a few months, but he bade her farewell, determined that he would see his son through the transition and help him get good grades. The issue with his son's 'bad behaviour' was resolved reasonably quickly. Junior wasn't straying too far from the rails and he was delighted to have his father back on the scene. He admired his father and Errol Snr treated the problems with his son like an engineering conundrum. He identified the issues and weighed up the potential solutions' pros and cons.

First of all, Errol Snr decided that if his son was anything like him he would need a release valve for the pressure of exams and teenage life. Errol Snr had surmised that Junior was sexually active and made clear with nudges and winks that it was fine for him to get laid. He positively encouraged it but warned him to practice safe sex.

He also decided that Junior's friends had to be assessed. There were a couple of dead beats but Errol Junior seemed to sense his father's inquisitiveness and made the necessary 'cuts'. One friend Junior wouldn't sever ties with was Josh.

Josh lived in a middle class area. Errol Snr found out that he lived with his mother (the father having left years before.) Errol Junior was bending over backwards to show his father that he was behaving appropriately but would try every trick in the book to make sure he was able to visit Josh. Errol Snr was puzzled and wondered whether he had misread his son's predilections. Was he gay? Was Josh his boyfriend? Everything else in Errol Junior's life was falling into place (and his grades were up) but Josh was a constant. Part of Errol Snr's mind told him to not interfere if everything was working but part of him was curious.

So one day he decided to follow Errol to Josh's house to see what information he could pick up.

He had taken the liberty of finding out exactly where Josh lived so that he didn't have to follow too closely. He wondered whether Errol would actually go to Josh's house or whether 'going to Josh's' was a cover for something else but as he turned his car into the street, he noticed his son in the distance turning into the drive on his bicycle to the house he assumed was Josh's.

It was dusk and the street lights were beginning to ignite, turning from a dull red to a bright orange.

A light went on upstairs - the landing, Errol Snr surmised - and his stomach tightened. He hadn't thought how he'd truly feel if he found out his son was gay. He looked intently and was shocked to see a girl appear in the tall window. A girl or a woman? His eyes were good but the light from behind her head obscured her face. The shape of her hair certainly gave the impression of someone older than a teenager but these days he couldn't tell. She peeked out and then turned and Errol saw his son appear. Errol Snr thought he could make out his son's hands grabbing the girl around the waist before they led one another away from the window.

For the next hour, Errol Snr sat in his car, the dusk turning to evening. This felt like a reconnaissance mission from his military days. His eyes didn't leave the upstairs window. He pondered what he'd seen. Had he got the correct house? He'd check the address when he got home as he couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away to his smartphone.

Another half an hour passed. Errol Snr was not one to make assumptions but his mind started to make assumptions now. Assuming this was a girl or woman, they were clearly having sex. This was not something that Errol Snr could or would condemn. Damn, he'd been a teenager (and his ex-wife would have said he still acted like one given his behaviour during most of their marriage) and he knew what it was like to finally have an itch that was being scratched. As Errol Snr looked at his watch he let out a small chuckle as he realised that his son was certainly taking his time to scratch this particular itch.

Errol Snr caught sight of something and looked abruptly. There was movement on the landing and soon after he watched as the front door opened, light flooding the front step, and he watched his son creep away, wheeling his bicycle and checking the street.

Errol Snr waited a while and was about to drive off when he noticed another young man coming down the road in a different direction from that to where his son had disappeared. He watched the young man as he turned into the drive and opened the door with his own key. Errol Snr didn't know Josh that well but from what he had seen, he was sure that he had just watched him arrive home.

Errol relaxed back in his seat.

He had to admit, he was relieved that his son, it appeared, wasn't gay. But his son was playing a dangerous game. He had clearly seen Errol Junior enter the house and he had to assume (assumptions again) that this was a regular occurrence. Junior had never mentioned that Josh had a sister. Junior probably knew his father would warn him against upsetting his friendship with Josh by banking his sister.

Errol Snr wondered what age she was. She'd looked a little older but you could never tell these days. His mind saw his son on top of the girl, banging her hard and then the image turned into himself banging the girl and his cock immediately twitched into life.

"I've got to get laid soon"!

Errol put the car into gear and drove off, his mind running over the facts.

He decided not to say anything to his son because, as far as he could tell, he'd done nothing wrong and they were getting on well and his grades in this crucial year for his education seemed to be as expected.

Over the next weeks the exams started. Junior didn't appear to put a foot wrong. He'd work at school, come home, revise and then go out for an hour or so to 'stretch his legs and maybe go and do some study with Josh'.

Errol Snr was happy that his son appeared to have a structure and envied the fact that he appeared to have somewhere to 'bury his meat' regularly (something that Errol Snr had singularly failed to do for several weeks.)

The exam weeks soon ended and Errol Snr noticed a subtle change in his son. He was starting to look ahead and would discuss with his father the possibility of going here or there to study for the next part of his education. His father encouraged him to look far afield. He wanted him to experience as many and varied lands as possible before he thought of settling.

"Is everything okay, son? I mean, personally?"

"Yeah...' Junior trailed off and Errol knew to wait and let his son think through what he was about to say.

"There's a situation, Dad. I've been seeing someone but I've met someone else. I don't want to hurt her - this woman I've been seeing - but I can't stop thinking about Amy.'

Errol Snr was struck by Junior's use of the word 'woman' and wanted to ask but waited.

"It's just a bit awkward, that's all."

Junior waited and lifted his eyes to his father for reassurance.

"Son, relationships, especially at your age, start and stop all the time. I'm glad you're seeing someone else. It's not good to get stuck with one girl top early in life. You should be out there, playing the field!"

Errol Snr couldn't let on to his son that he'd spied on him and his liaison with his best friend's sister.

"What does Josh say?"

Junior looked panicked.

"I haven't discussed it with Josh".

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. Junior got up and Errol heard a female voice at the door. He heard Junior pull the door closed and could make out muffled voices. The female sounded upset and he could hear his son trying to placate her.

'This could get messy!' Errol chuckled to himself and turned on the TV but couldn't help but ponder his son's girlfriends and their hard bodies as his water diviner cock sprang into life. He wanted to shout to Junior that if there were any leftovers he could always send him his father's way but Errol Snr wouldn't have wanted his son's caste offs, or so he thought.

The next day, Junior announced that he was going out. The exams were over and his timetable of activities was hard to read. His father bade him farewell assuming that he was going to meet (and fuck) his new squeeze and decided he needed to get on with some chores in the garden.

The hot summer that had been predicted was finally here and Errol stripped down to his tight boxer shorts and a loose-fitting, dirty t shirt to carry out chores in the rear yard. He caught sight of his reflection in the window and even in the ill-fitting t shirt felt proud of his traingular frame. His muscles glistened with sweat as the sun's relentless rays warmed his skin.

After an hour or so, he heard the doorbell. From where he was, it was easier to come to the side gate which was already open to allow him to deposit rubbish to the front. He stepped through the gate and stopped. Stood on the step to his house was a woman. She wasn't just any woman. This woman oozed sex appeal from her perfectly coiffured hair to her tiny frame, from her perfect, shapely, athletic legs to her gravity-defying tits. She was wearing a shorter than was decent for this time of day skirt which only just covered a perfect, pert bubble butt and a tight, stretch blouse that strained at the buttons and high heels. She was petite but she was an absolute walking firecracker.

"How can I help you?"

The woman turned and took a visible step back as she drank in the colossus that was Errol Snr.

"I'm looking..."

She paused and stared at Errol's boxer shorts. Errol became aware that his cock was half-engorged and was growing. If it became fully engorged, his underwear would be unable to fully contain it.

"I'm looking..."

She was unashamedly staring, which turned Errol on anew; his 'snake' unfurling further.

"I'm looking..."

Errol decided to take control.

"Yes you are, but how can I help you?"

She ripped her eyes up and into his deep set eyes. She saw a familiar kindness there.

"I'm looking for Errol".

"Well I'm more than pleased to say that you found him"!

The woman looked blankly, almost lost before saying "Of course, you must be Errol Snr".

"Correct. Were you looking for my son"?

There was a growing unease in the air. This woman was, he guessed, late thirties, maybe early forties. A fantastic specimen with all of the awkward edges of younger girl smoothed down to what his eyes devoured before him. But what could such a beauty want of her son? Was she a teacher at his school? Had he been involved in something?

She interrupted his thoughts.

"Well. Yes...and no. I wanted to tell him that...well, that I'm happy that...if he wants to..."

With mounting unease, Errol watched as the vision before him started to descend into tears and finally crumpled, great sobs wracking her tiny, perfect frame. He came forward.

"Hey, hey. Come inside Miss. I'll fix you a drink and you can tell me all about it".

He put a giant arm around her and guided her through the gate to the back of the house. He was almost eighteen inches taller than her and could have picked her up as easily as picking up the trash bags. He guided her inside and she sat heavily on the sofa, now sobbing uncontrollably.

Errol Snr didn't waste time with coffee but went for the liquor cabinet and poured a large whisky.

"Here, drink this. It'll help".

She took a sip and coughed before necking back the rest. Errol watched her for a moment and then went to get another.

This one she cradled as her sobs began to abate. Errol wanted to ask questions but thought better of it.

After a while, she looked at him, her eyes intent.

"It's nice to meet you"!

Errol let out a loud, deep laugh and the woman couldn't help herself and began to laugh too.

"My name is Caryn. I feel very foolish but..."

Errol, completely out of character, interrupted.

"Don't feel foolish. Sometimes life makes me want to cry too and..."

"No, you don't understand. I am the mother of a friend of your son's. My son is Josh".

'Uh ho' thought Errol. This woman's daughter is heartbroken and this is the mother coming to try and patch it up on her behalf. Even though he felt sorry for her, he couldn't help but eye her with ever-increasing lust and longing.

"I see" said Errol.

"The thing is, it was wrong. I know it was wrong..."

'Why was it wrong'? Errol thought and for a moment wondered whether this MILF was a racist.

"...I should never have been tempted but he was just so..."

"Wait a minute"!

Errol was gathering his thoughts.

"What's your daughter's name"?

Caryn looked confused.

"Huh? I...I don't have a daughter" Caryn said, confused.

Errol stared, confused. On one hand he was trying to process the information but on the other he drinking in the beauty and lusty vision before him.

"You don't have a daughter"?

"No".

"So, what was wrong? You said 'It was wrong'. And what was it that tempted you...Oh"?

Caryn looked sheepish. Suddenly the penny had dropped for Errol Snr.

He realised that this gorgeous woman before him, this MILF with the impossible figure, with legs he wanted wrapped around him; whose tits he wanted to squeeze and suck and whose ass he wanted a piece of had been his son's lover.

His immediate feeling was not, perhaps, the one it should have been. He was jealous. REALLY jealous.

"So you and my son were..."

"Yes. I'm sorry. This must be a shock and I'm ashamed. The thing is, I hadn't been with a man for so long and he was just so..."

She was blurting out her confession and Errol could hear the desperation and hunger in her words. He watched as she took another large gulp of her whisky, her hands trembling slightly.

"But now he's found someone of his own age and I was coming round to tell him that I'm happy for him and..."

"Dressed like that?" Errol couldn't help himself. Her intention, whether she knew it or not, had been clear. She was coming to show Junior what he'd be missing out on in the future.

"I...I wear this sort of thing all the time since my husband left and..." She had flashed anger at his obvious accusation.

There was a lull in the conversation before Errol started to chuckle which quickly turned into a full-on belly laugh. He could see Caryn staring at him, attempting a look that said 'I don't think this is something to laugh about' but he saw her start to giggle along with him. Part of it was relief at not being severely scolded by this man and part of it was the two warming glasses of whisky taking effect.

Their laughter was almost uncontrollable for half a minute.

"Why are we laughing...?' Caryn finally asked through Errol's gales of laughter.

Finally, Errol composed himself.

"I'm not sure. I think part of me is trying to think of Junior being a man and starting to act like a stud..."

Caryn's laughter stopped as she thought of Errol Junior; her stud.

"...and part of me thinks 'He is one lucky mother-fucker'. And that is the TRUTH in your case. You're a mother and he..."

"Fucked me!"

Errol's laughter slowly abated and he fixed her with his cool eyes.

"Did he? Did he really?"

"Oh yes. Yes he did." Caryn was defiant now.

"My son is a fine, young man. A FINE young man. I'm sure you thought he was good but it takes more than youth and sweat and effort to truly turn a woman on, honey. And I mean TRULY turn a woman on. I love my son, but he's a puppy. If he's the best you've had, you have led one helluva sheltered life, honey!"

"I...He...We..."

"Can I get you another?" Errol stood and grabbed her glass, deliberately trying to wrong-foot Caryn and hoping she'd say 'yes'. The whisky was good for opening her up.

"Erm, I'm already over the limit. I'll have to walk home..."

"You drove here? It's no effort to drive you home. I can either drive your car or you can pick it up another day." He held up the glass.

"Okay, just one more."

The conversation became neutral again but Errol noticed that her body language was more open, easy and willing. Her long legs were crossed, her toes pointing at him (at his dick.) Her face was a little flushed and her pupils were dilated. She was licking her lips more than was necessary. Errol (correctly) guessed that this woman HAD led a fairly sheltered life. After her husband left, she'd been left frustrated and then, for whatever reason (for a DAMN good reason) her son had appeared on the scene; young, virile and clearly very willing and had fulfilled a need in her that had been unfulfilled for some time. And now Caryn was afraid that she'd retreat into her shell, invisible to the world. But her mind, he guessed, was working overtime as she figured that if she couldn't have the son - the black stud - she'd have the father. And what she didn't know was that Errol Snr was the ORIGINAL stud. Errol Snr mused this all and smiled as his cock semi-hardened at the thought of fucking this lady for all he was worth.