MILF Fantasy Come True

It all started with a fantasy. My fantasy, to be more precise. I had this attraction towards MILFs that simply could not be denied. And not just any MILF, I desperately wanted to sleep with a married mom, and make her husband a cuck. The thought of the experience haunted me. I constantly masturbated to different such scenarios in my head, but it was become more and more clear to me that it would not be enough. I had to do it, the real thing, or I would never be satisfied.

Unfortunately reality is often disappointing. Online and in porn such situations frequently occurred, and almost seemed common. But in real life, how did one find such a woman? A married mom who was so sex starved she would sleep with me, of all people. I had almost abandoned all hope when I met him, the Wizard. Sensing my plight, he sold me a single card, for an undisclosed ammount. "Good for a Single Fantasy" it read. He then provided me with instructions on how to use it, and vanished just as he had appeared before me.

Now is where you come in. As the spell needed a target, and could not create people out of thin air, I had to select a target for my peculiar fantasy. I didn't actually want to tear appart an actual family, and it felt odd to choose a stranger, as I didn't want to ruin a random person's life. But you I knew. You had bullied me through high school, preventing me from getting friends, and continuing to harass me whenever we met aftewards, calling me names, and telling everyone that would hear it that I was a pervert and a sicko. Well now, I could make you pay me back for all these years of torture.

And so I prepared myself. I headed towards your house during the evening, and, sitting on a bench near your doorstep, started whispering in a hushed tone into the card, detailing my exact fantasy. Once done, I gathered all the courage that I had, got up, walked up to your house and rang the doorbell. You opened the door, a few seconds later, a surprised look appearing on your face upon seeing me, standing there.

"What are you doing here you pervert?" You say, a hostile snarl statting to form on your lips.

Fumbling, I lift up the card in front of me handing it over to you. "C-c-can you r-r-read this f-f-for me?" I stutter, your presence clearly inspiring fear into me.

You seem perplexed by my demand, but still snatch the card from my hand, curiosity getting the better of you. You look at it, and if appears to be just a blank card. You are about to question me aggressively, suspecting some kind of lame prank, when text starts forming at the top of the card, appearing as if by magic.

You are a Woman

You read the words in your mind, and suddenly you feel them imprint there, into your whole being. You knew those words to be true, to be your reality. The big breasts you felt under your shirt, the large ass bubbling out behind you, the pussy, nestled between your thighs, your long flowing brown hair were all confirmations of this absolute fact. Yet you felt like this was wrong, like you should actually be a man, but the card said you were a woman, so you had to be.

You are a Feminine Woman

Once again the words imprinted themselves in you, defining you. Of course you were feminine, one only had to take a look and the long flowing dress you were wearing, your perfectly manicured nails and your expertly applied make up to know that. Wait no, boys weren't supposed to wear make up, or dresses. But you were not a boy, the card said so, you were a girly girl, yes that seemed right.

You are a Married Feminine Woman

The ring on your finger confirmed once again that everything the card said was true. You loved your husband with all your heart, and could not wait for him to come home so you could surprise him with the cute bra and sexy thong you had bought earlier today. Wait no you were supposed to like girls, not guys! But how could a feminine woman such as yourself want to be with anything else than a man?

You are a Married Feminine Mother

Hopefully the doorbell hadn't woken up the kids, you had had such a hard time putting them to bed, and with the long day that you had the last thing you needed was having to deal with them getting up again. But wait, how could you have two kids, aged 7 and 9, when you were barely 21 years old? But no, you weren't 21, you were 39 of course, how could you forget!

You are a Sex-Starved, Married and Feminine Mother

You couldn't wait for your husband to come home from work. Maybe tonight he wouldn't too tired, like the other nights. Maybe tonight he would give you a proper fuck like he promised he would, a few weeks ago. He always came home so tired from work he would eat and fall asleep almost right away. You were so pent up, and fingering yourself after the kids went to bed only helped you so much. At a certain point, a hard working mom such as you really needed a dick in her needy pussy.

You are a Nymphomaniac, Married, Feminine Mother who sleeps around to satisfy her urges

Suddenly the card you were holding vanished, leaving the new you standing on the doorstep in front of me. You glanced at the bulge in my trousers, and a smile crept on to your face, while you felt your pussy get wet with anticipation. You grabbed me by the collar and dragged me inside the house, closing the door behind me.

You pressed yourself close to me, kissing my neck. Now certain that the spell had worked, I shed any hesitation I had and fondled your ass, my dick practically bursting out of my pants. You whispered in my hear, your breath spreading goosebumps all over my skin.

"The kids are sleeping and my husband is still at work, we have the house to ourselves. You know what that means?"

"That we can fuck?" I reply, trying to sound as manly as possible.

"Yes" you whisper back, caressing my dick through my pants "you can fuck mommy's slutty pussy. But first, let me suck your big yummy dick."

You dragged me over to the couch, and removing my pants, came face to face when my raging hard on. That's when a thought crept back into your head. Guys aren't supposed to suck dicks... But guys don't have a pussy like you do, or tits like you do. That meant you weren't a guy, you were a mom that really needed a cock in her right now!

And so you swallowed my dick whole, sending me to heaven, making me feel finally complete and sealing you fate as a mother who absolutely loved to sleep with men other than her husband. We spent the next hour fucking in various postions, the spell having given me stamina that let me keep going on and on until I finally came all over your face. You had also orgasmed multiple times during the session, satisfying your urges... For now.

And so I left, before your husband came home to a very content wife, with the promise that I would be back. And my fantasy would ensure we would meet and fuck like this many, many times in the future.