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Legend has it that back in 2015, a group of four stepmothers formed an

alliance called the MILF Pact.

Their goal?

To seduce their stepsons within three months or less, or abandon the fantasy

forever. I'd always thought it was just an old wives' tale, that no woman really

lusted after their stepsons the way I did with mine. But then, I met one of

founding members of the pact.

And she changed my life forever.

I don't believe you.

Why? Because you're so serious.

You really banged your stepson.

Yeah. I really banged my stepson.

I want in.

In what?

In the milk pack.

Carly, it ended.

You don't still talk to those girls?

I lost my marriage over that pact. I don't talk to any of those women

But you're remarried now.

Yes. With a really sexy stepson.

True, but I don't want to make the same mistake twice.

It's not worth me risking my marriage for some pact.

Okay, but your first marriage only failed because he found out.

What if this time around that didn't have to happen?

I know it was a little selfish of me, enticing Leslie to revamp the MILF Act.

But if you had seen her stepson, you wouldn't blame me. Any woman would have

risked their marriage for a piece of that.

And as it turns out, she was no exception.

Let's do the fucking MILF Act.

And so we went online and found two other women willing to commit to the

Paula and Hannah.

Just like the original milk pack, we gave ourselves three months to seduce

step -sons, and now, here we were.

Three months later, ready to share our stories.

So, who wants to start?

Alright, this is my fucking idea, so I'll go first.

I fucked my step -son's best friend.

I didn't know we were allowed to fuck their friends too.

No, no, no, no, no. This is before the pact. This is before I even married

Nick's father.

This is just backstory.

So I fucked Nick's best friend at this wedding like three years ago.

Thanks. That was fun.

I never even got his name. I never cared.

But Nick sure as hell cared.

What?

It's something.

I can feel it, and it's written all over your face. What is it?

I know about you and Patrick.

Who's Patrick?

Patrick? The guy who catered that wedding you went to a few years ago?

Ah.

His name was Patrick.

Yeah.

He happens to be a good buddy of mine.

Now he lives in Spain.

Good for him.

Yeah, you know, I sent him a photo of you, Dad, and I on our trip.

And he just about loved his shit.

Well, you know, Nick, I did have sex with other people before I married your

father, okay?

Oh, I know.

What?

He said you were the best sex of his life.

Well, that was awfully nice of him to say.

Oh,

he said a lot more than that.

I had no idea whether it was a good thing or not, but I didn't even care.

Because I liked knowing that another man had talked to my stepson about fucking

me.

I'd hoped he'd shared the dirtiest details of the things we did.

I'm heading to the pool.

If you want to join. And I hoped it kept Nick up late at night, thinking about

me. Because the truth was, I thought about him all the fucking time.

But eventually fantasizing about my stepson and what he thought of me wasn't

enough.

And so, I took things a step further.

Oh, Jesus Christ, what are you doing here? I have a question.

What, you couldn't wait until I was out of the shower?

No.

I want to know exactly what Patrick said about me.

Why do you care?

Just curious.

He said that you were sexy and aggressive in a way that no other woman

with him before, okay?

And he liked that I was aggressive?

Yeah.

Do you like aggressive?

Well, what guy doesn't?

Great.

What the hell are you doing? I'm doing what you want.

What? Just shut up. You're fine. I'll be home till this afternoon.

You know you want it

Feels

good

doesn't it?

Oh, God.

You

make

me feel good?

Yes. Can you take my pants off?

Do you think you know how to eat pussy?

Yeah?

Oh, God.

Let me side those panties off.

I don't know what that tastes.

right there on that cliff.

Yes.

Don't be shy.

Use your fingers.

Yeah.

Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Harder.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, don't you stop.

Yes.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

That was good.

Get in my bedroom.

Now, go.

Well, like that, I'm gonna feel every inch of you.

Fuck you.

Yeah, I feel like that's part of it.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Oh,

yeah. Oh, my God.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, you want it? Oh, fuck. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, fuck me.

Yeah.

You're a good cop, aren't you?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, boy.

Feel that running all the way down your head?

Yeah?

Oh, you might be covered in it.

Beg for it.

Yeah.

Oh,

yes.

I'm talking to me.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Yes. Yeah.

Oh, that's it.

I'm going to get deep like that.

Yes. Yes.

I'm going to grab one of my titties.

Fuck me.

Yes, just like that.

Oh, God, it's so hot.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Oh, fuck.

That's it.

Yes. Oh, my God.

Yes. Oh,

yes.

You like it slow like that? You feel every inch of me wrapped around you?

It was supposed to be clean.

Put your tongue right on that clip.

Yeah.

Oh, that's it.

Oh, that's it.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my

God.

me to come all over that.

Yeah.

Yeah, right there.

That's it. Yeah.

Yes.

Yes.

Yeah. Oh, my God.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Take control of it with me. Yeah.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes. Oh,

yes. Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

I love watching that dick go in and out.

Yeah. Mm -hmm.

Yes.

Oh, that's it.

It's so deep, just like that.

Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Oh,

yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh,

my God.

That's it.

Yeah. Mm -hmm.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah. Oh, my God.

Oh,

fuck with it.

I don't like it when you're aggressive like that.

Yeah.

Yeah. Fuck me like a man.

Yes.

Doesn't that feel good?

Oh,

that's it. Yeah. Oh, my God.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You whore.

I know, right? See, that's how you have to deal with these college...

the fuck out of them.

Cheers to that.

So my husband's a pastor and my stepson Joseph lives for the church because of

it. Raised on the belief that you don't have sex before you get married. Which

turned him into a chronic masturbator. I set up an appointment to see Joseph in

my medical office under the guise that he needed an exam.

You think something's wrong with me?

You need that relief.

Who am I going to practice with?

What about me?

Wow.