Crazy MILF Town

Mark Garber had no idea what he was getting into when he stopped in the town of Birchfield. It looked like any other suburb. But that was not the case.
Birchfield was full of hot MILFs and they were all looking for a young man to meet their burning desires.
Mark is a young man, but can he please all those crazy MILFs? And what happens when they find out they can't keep him for themselves.

PREVIEW:

I came around a big curve and saw a low white building with red stripes around the top. Two tall, old-fashioned gas pumps sat out front, they were both red, the lot was crushed gravel and the tires crunched across it as I slowed down and pulled up to the pump.
I had my window down and I heard a bell just as I pulled up.
I grabbed some cash from my backpack, opened the door, and was about to step out when it suddenly slammed shut.
"Stay right there, mister! This station is full service."
I looked up from my backpack into the beautiful blue eyes of a blonde MILF. Her loose, honey-colored curls framed the most perfectly mature face I'd ever seen. She showed off perfect, white teeth with a big smile.
"My name's Irma"
"Irma? You don't look like an Irma."
"You can call me whatever you like, sweetie, but my name is Irma. What can I do for you today? Check under the hood? Clean the windshield? Just a fill-up?"
"How about all three," I said. "I just bought this Jeep up the street."
"Looks like a nice ride," Irma said. "I love Jeeps, putting the top down, letting my hair flow in the wind and getting a tan."
I took a long look at Irma's smooth, tan skin. She wore a white t-shirt that showed off plenty of it. She'd chopped the sleeves off and cut a deep V in the neck to show off her full titties. She wore a tight pair of red shorts, and a pair of red sneakers. The shirt had JULIANNE'S stretched across the front by her big tits.
"I guess Julianne is the owner of this place?" I said.
"That's right," Irma unhooked the hood latches. "Her dad left her this place in his will, she really fixed it up, hired me, and here we are."
"Cool," I said.
I wondered if she was as good looking as Irma.
Irma had the hood up and she was looking around, checking the oil, coolant levels, brake fluid, washer fluid, and the condition of the belts. I was still in the driver's seat and as she leaned over the fender I had an excellent view of her long tan legs and her big booty that was absolutely bulging out of those little red shorts.
I leaned out the window just to get a better look. I really wanted to take a picture, it was one of the hottest MILF butts I'd ever seen.
Irma slammed the hood and it startled me.
"I'll fill you up, now," she said as she smiled and strutted around to the back of the Jeep.
I was the one that wanted to fill her up. I could just pull it out, and when she came to collect the money she could get a look at it. That might work. Then again, it might not, she could freak out, scream, then call the cops. I didn't want that.
I looked into the side mirror. Irma was holding the nozzle, pumping gas into the Jeep with that booty stuck out. I had another great view of it as she pumped the gas. I watched until the nozzle cut off and she put it back on the side of the pump.
"All filled up," Irma said, back at my window.
"How much do I owe you?"
"Wait a minute," Irma said. "Silly me, I forgot to clean the windshield. Hold on."
"Okay," I said.
Irma rushed around the gas pump, then reappeared with a bucket of sudsy water with a yellow sponge floating in it. She had a small step ladder in her other hand. She set up the ladder and stepped on it, holding the big bucket.
Irma dunked the sponge into the water and started scrubbing the windshield right in front of me. The harder she scrubbed, the more those big tits wobbled, and the more those big tits wobbled, the harder I grew.

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