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Electric Cheating with the MILF

Part One

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by TinyUmbreon

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Kaylee groaned, rolling over in bed, the Zeraora stretching out, her bosom rolling with the shift of her body. The Pokemon anthro was tall at six foot four, though her husband was of the same species as her, a good head and shoulders taller. Yet there she was, in bed on a Saturday morning, all alone as if she was not even married at all!

Her yellow fur was slashed through with black and blue markings, her face softly like that of a feeling, but being an electric-type meant that there were spikes and jagged edges to her physique, simply how she presented herself. Her tail was thick and fluffed up with electric spikes, though there was no denying her status as an "electric cat", just one way that Pokemon, just like her, differentiated between one another in their daily lives, working, playing, eating, loving and living.

Only, Kaylee didn't feel all that much like she was doing much of that living and loving lark lately, the same things happening day in and day out. Maybe that was why she took a chance, installing the app, thinking that it would be a bit of fun, chatting to others, others that, well, liked how she looked. Even though she was an older female, the Zeraora was still very much sexually active, moaning as she shifted onto her back, a shaft of light falling over her body as the sheets rumpled lower down her body, barely covering her stomach.

The thing was, her husband, well... He was busy. Maybe he was or wasn't interested in her, but he was simply so busy that the Zeraora would not have been able to tell either way. With white Zeraora base colouration, he was a shiny - but everyone knew how common they had been after that one boom that had come about, though no one had been able to explain it. Maybe he would have been more interested in her if she wasn't around all the time, but Kaylee could not help her work from home job and all the comforts and balance that afforded her. Who would want to work in an office all day anyway? With her skill set and at her age, she very much doubted that she would have even been able to get another job anyway, if some space away from him at home was something that could have at all helped.

Her breasts rose as she caught her breath, scrolling through the photos on the app, a low purr flickering up from Kaylee's throat. Electric sparks jolted from her, though the sheets and pretty much everything in their house had been treated to repel static, which was just as well, considering how much of a liability it could be with electric-type Pokemon. It was something that all types of Pokemon had to consider, adapting their living quarters to suit them. Though she had never gotten on with that water-type, the Wartortle, that she had dated way back in college: having a pool snaking through one's house was not something that should have ever been around an electric-type!

But on the app, she could look at whatever photos she wanted to without any worry of anything happening, of anything turning or twisting at all out of control in sparking passion. Kaylee nibbled delicately at her lower lip, the app designed for those that lusted for MILFs, though all there had their own profile pictures too, which gave her more than enough eye candy to enjoy as she slowly scrolled through.

A Ninetales... That could be kinky. Electric and fire did not have all that much to worry about and he looked like he was in his early twenties, posing with his college in the background, a cocky smirk on that fox-like muzzle. His nine tails waved lightly behind, a spark of flame bursting from the tips of every one, all at once, as if the photograph had been perfectly timed to show off his best ability, the prowess in his firm, young body.

"Mmm... Wouldn't you be nice?"

The Zeraora reached between her legs, her body nude even under the covers. It was one more thing that she lamented, that she could squirm and wriggle her way luxuriously between the bedsheets every night and her husband would barely give her a second look. Of course, there were cuddles and there were kisses, when he was around, but the brush of his spiky whiskers on her face just wasn't enough anymore. Not when the hot folds of her sex, tucked between her thighs like a secret she longed to spill, were slick with arousal, begging and longing for something more than her fingers.

Not that her fingers were no good, however, as she stared hungrily at the image of the Ninetales on the phone screen. It would have been better if he was real, really there, pleasing her, sliding his own fingers into her sopping wet pussy. The Zeraora yowled faintly, not wanting to disturb her husband in another part of the house, panting, her sharp whiskers quivering.

"Oh, yeah... Baby... Honey, you wanna fill me up?"

Kaylee could not remember a time when she had uttered those words to her husband, but the mere notion of it, her hips twitching and thrusting, as if trying to get her fingers deeper, had her quivering with raw excitement. Dirty talk - funny that she'd only uncovered it later in life, sweating lightly, her fur ruffling up and matting where her body strove to expel excess heat from her body.

The Ninetales in the photo was stronger than her husband, his fur perhaps even trimmed so that the muscle definition in his chest and abdominals could be seen even more clearly, licking her lips, hungering for him like nothing before. She could have called him right there and then, used the contact details on the screen, but that would have taken her out of her fantasy, the fantasy of being right there, his tongue circling her nipples.

"Oh..." She hissed through her teeth, finding purchase on the springy, lightly creaking mattress as her hind paws bore down into it. "Yes... Yes, lick them just like that, honey..."

Warmth rolled through her tone, mixed up in passion, though there was no holding back on such a thing for her - not when the Zeraora had well and truly let the cat out of the bag, so to speak. Her hips rocked up, a whimper on her lips, plunging her fingers, over and over, into her rapidly wetter pussy, craving more, only more. She was wild once she got going, only quieting herself to the extent of hiding it from her husband - it would only have made things awkward. And she didn't want that, oh no, not in the slightest, lost in her fantasies, masturbating furiously, the creaking of the bed her only company up there.

He was hot, but she would not linger on him alone, hungry for more, young studs fetishizing her as much as she lusted for them, without even knowing why there was such an attraction between her and them. The younger and the older... There was something that tied them together as she panted, the vigour of youth calling her in while they hankered for experience, sexual matureness, the rise of a thick body that had seen more years than they had. Oh, Kaylee had that in spades, her curves to die for. She'd never been particularly on the thin side and having a little more meat on her bones enhanced her obvious hourglass figure even more with her large, heaving bosom. She was thick and she was curvy and everything about her body should have called the male gaze to her - only not her husband, apparently, but she had her fantasies to keep her company, knowing that others lusted for her too.

She flicked through on the app, her nipples tingling while she imagined a tongue circling them, lapping, lustfully drawing one into their mouth. Could it be a Raichu? An Aerodactyl? A Liepard? Oh, she would have them all, studly or cute, masculine or sweet - they would all be hers, at least in her mind! They were all there, all of them on the app, scrolling and flicking through too quickly, breath catching, heat crackling through her body as sparks of electricity shot off in all directions.

Her orgasm could not be stopped as she muffled her delighted squeal into the pillows, fingers shoved in hard, harder than she would have usually liked, but her eyes were quite firmly fixed on a very cute Umbreon on the screen at that very moment. Like her husband, but far less commonly, he was a shiny Pokemon, his yellow markings turned a shocking blue that caught the eye - far more eye-catching! Yet it was his form and neat physique, hips not too wide and ears perfectly perky with those typical points of Eeveelutions, that drew her in, imagining him, right there and then, filling her pussy.

It was more real than she could have cooked up all on her own, the Zeraora moaning out loud repeatedly, whimpering, orgasm wracking her body as electric sparks spilt forth without her consent. She simply could not help herself, not in a moment like that, not when she needed it so badly, squealing, toes curling, her claws digging ever so lightly into the bed. She'd never gone so far as to leave marks there before, but, that time, her claws dug in enough to tear a sliver of fabric - nothing that would be noticeable on the fitted base sheet unless it was something that one was specifically looking for. And who in the world could have possible suspected that it was there?

Only Kaylee, for she knew above all else what lay there, what was hidden, what made her breath catch as she came back around, back to normality and the softening world of the afterglow. Her eyes flicked to the screen of her phone, which had thankfully not slipped to black while the app was active, the image of that cute Umbreon still there, shyly posing with his hand on the back of his neck, though he had to have known just how darn cute he was.

It had all started as just a bit of fun, something to flick through and enjoy when she was home alone (which was most of the time, to be fair), but there was something about the Umbreon that drew her in more intently than ever. It was intense, electricity sparking off through her system, though it was her heart pounding blood around her body that really drove her on, fingers trembling, tapping on his profile.

Later, she would blame the afterglow, the high of orgasm, for what she did next, but there was really no one responsible for Kaylee's actions other than herself. Silver, his name was Silver. And what a beautiful name it was for the Umbreon, who would have been a good foot shorter than her, not that that honestly mattered to her at all. She was often the tallest around, unless she was dealing with much larger Pokemon - and they tended to like even more space to themselves than most others.

"Silver..."

She smiled. There could be no other choice, glancing cheekily at the closed bedroom door, imagining her husband hustling out the door to work on another client trip down the country, thinking she was still asleep. She had every chance in the world for a little fun.

The chat window popped up.

Where could she go wrong?

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The Umbreon sipped his coffee, wincing as he burned his tongue, though the chime of his phone gave him something more to focus on than the scalding hot beverage in the coffee shop bustle. A rare day off in the week for him afforded Silver the chance to take things a little slower, though he did gain a few strange looks when out and about. Umbreon were not all that uncommon around, but there were so many species of Pokemon that so often it was being a shiny Pokemon that drew attention. As long as he didn't get any kids playing with his ears again, trying to touch the blue tips, he'd be quite alright though.

But his phone held more promise than usual for him that day, a slow smile spreading across his face. His ears perked up and the business of the coffee shop fell away, the chime of plates lightly bumping one another, coffee cups placed lightly in situ, no longer assaulting his ears as sharply as they could have. Silver even forgot his latte as a new message popped up from a Zeraora, from the looks of it, the app that he had forgotten about but still flipped through from time to time on the screen.

Feisty mama: Hey, cutie. Your pic helped me some today.

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His ears twitched. What was that supposed to mean? He imagined it, what went on via that app, licking his lips, though Silver tried to not be too obvious about it, glancing about the medium coffee shop. It was probably not the right place to be checking out messages like that, but she was pretty hot, he had to admit - an older Zeraora with a predatory look in her eye that said that she ate Pokemon like him for breakfast. Figuratively, of course, but he could not deny his attraction to older ladies, how they lured him in. That she was larger than him, according to her profile.

Silver: Hey. Glad I could help! What brings you to my page? ;)

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Suave, yes. He had to try, though his fingers sometimes slipped when he was trying to be a little on the flirtier side via text, though that could not be helped. It was just the way things were, a part of him that he would not change, but one more thing that set him apart from Kaylee when there were so many others.

Feisty mama: Looking for cuties like you. You got some real slick ears there. I was thinking about you while in bed.

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He shivered. Oh, that was hot, much hotter than it should have been, though he could not help himself. Silver's heart beat a little faster, breath catching, his coffee forgotten for the moment. The drink that he had gone out to get simply did not seem important anymore as he growled very faintly, trying to not draw attention to himself. Through the back of his chair, his tail lashed, flicking back and forth, though he had to control even that part of himself. If others looked too closely, he would feel even more as if all eyes were on him, though that could either have been a positive thing or a negative thing. Who was to say?

But the Zeraora... She was the hottest that he had seen on the app so far, full-figured with a saucy little smirk, though her photos uploaded there did not show anything that could have easily identified her. If she had any special markings that were abnormal for her species of Pokemon, she had taken care to not put them on camera: smart. Those on the app often wanted to be discreet about their likings and inclination for older or younger Pokemon, even though they could truly take and enjoy all they wished for.

Silver: Are you married?

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It was hotter if she was.

Feisty mama: He's not around, don't worry, there's no husband here. That bother you?

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Oh, a little lie, but not one that Silver would see the edited truth of until later. Not that it would have bothered him either way.

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Silver: Not at all.

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Maybe it was wrong, maybe it was right, but he knew what he liked, what he wanted, and flirting was always okay. It was her choice, up to her, for she could have chosen to not message him and, of course, it had been the Zeraora who had started talking to him first. Whether or not that made it all okay in the grand scheme of things was not something, per se, that Silver wanted to focus all that much of his attention on.

A picture followed, the Zeraora on her back, though nothing "naughty" was on show. A towel draped over her, outlining the shape of her body, and he caught his breath, glancing around, wondering if anyone was looking at him right at that moment. Maybe. But they'd never know what h was doing, who he was talking to, how they made his heart pound so desperately in a way that he would never have held back from.

That first picture was the start of something new. Her breasts, round and filling the screen, a little pressed together into a cleavage as if she was squeezing them together with her arms, though he couldn't see that part of her in the image. He stifled a sound of lust in the back of his throat, heart beating quicker and quicker, pounding and leaping in his chest. To say that it skipped a beat would have been a step too far, but she certainly got his blood up, pumping, the edge of a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips on the one side.

Damn... Well, hell to be if he wasn't a lucky Umbreon indeed!

Feisty mama: You like what you see?

Silver: You look so hot... Are those natural, babe?

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Having her be a stranger, at least in part, to him helped him be bolder, more forward, to push aside the inexperience of age and take pleasure in the experience of her age instead. She knew more and that was one thing that was so hot, to him at least, about MILFs, all they could do and all that they wanted to do instead of the simpering, giggling females of his age that he constantly seemed to be bumping into. A mature female, of course, was something that he had always leaned towards.

Feisty mama: Of course. Do you want a closer look?

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He did, oh, how he did. But his body was already responding to the image of her breasts, how he could practically feel the warm fullness of them through the screen, breath catching, need rising, hitching up another notch without conscious thought. Silver swallowed and bobbed his head, nose twitching, but he could not stop the tingling in his crotch, his maleness thickening ever so slightly.

Silver was forced to duck out to his car, for another photo appeared, that time of her breast alone, the nipple firm and perky, the Zeraora pushing things a little further, kinkier and more forward than him right from the get-go. He should have expected that, though his car was parked at the rear of a car park that was framed with coniferous trees, offering plenty of cover, even if it was not the ideal location, at least not for what he had in mind.

His shaft thickened, rising between his thighs, though it could not show through all that much with his jeans in the way. Still, it made a nice rise out there where he no longer had to worry about being seen, the effect that the Zeraora had had on him surprising, if not unwelcome in the slightest. The Umbreon grinned more widely, tail twitching, taking a photo of his crotch swiftly and sending it through, the temptation of a tease lingering in the hard bulge of his cock.

Silver: More coming if you want it.

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The reply came almost instantly.

Feisty mama: Yeah, baby, send me all you got!

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Well, if that wasn't open permission, he didn't know what was! Glancing around briefly just to double check that he was pretty much alone in the car park, no one near or looking to be near, he unbuttoned his jeans. His zip slipped down with that tell-tale sound, widening his smile, tail flicking, twitching constantly back and forth. The rise of his red underwear, boxer-briefs that were snugly fitted, cupped his cock nicely, though the length of his shaft could not rise so that it was fully hard in there.

It did, however, make for a nice photo.

He grunted, arching his back to put a nice curve into his body, glutes tensing, abs contracting, showing off all for her, only for her. She had an effect on him that had his blood pumping, every nerve-ending in his body tingle, aching through powerfully, pulsing and pushing.

Snap!

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He took a photo from one angle and then another, the thrill of exhibitionism driving him on. It was kinkier out there, in the car, than it would have been if he had been sitting comfortably on his bed at home, something lewder to it that he could not explain. Silver hadn't even taken his trousers or pants off in any kind of public before, not pushing the risk of it. But she'd gotten him out of them, easing down the waistline of his boxer-briefs, the fleshy, dark pink tip of his length showing over it.

Snap!

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That was one more for "Feisty-mama", but he had to push it further, his phone pinging with yet another message from her. He could have slowed the course of their talk, the speed at which things were progressing, but he didn't have it in him to ease down, his shaft revealed, springing out to full hardness as it throbbed with every beat of his heart, every pump of blood around his body.

Feisty mama: Show me more. I know you got something better than that.

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The Umbreon shivered. Damn, she was thirsty, wasn't she? Yet that only fuelled him all the more, his cock thickening, pushing out even as he nudged the waistband of his underwear down a little more. He did not reveal his balls quite yet, wanting to tease her, dragging out the photos as he snapped his dick from different angles, even taking a cheeky shot pointing back up his body, showing his T-shirt covered chest and just a hint of the smirk on his lips.

Feisty mama: Oh, that's a nice one, sugar... Do you always look like you're ready to devour a lady?

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He trembled, licking his lips. She was hot, hotter than he had expected. He could not have honestly said that he'd fully hooked up with someone on the app before, but the Zeraora, well, he would not at all be surprised if she was the first. The fact that she might have had a partner was not something that was about to bother him, not in the slightest. She made her own decision in that respect and he'd heard something about those using that kind of app saying things like that just to make themselves more attractive.

He shuddered, licking his lips, stroking his cock slowly, taking a video, the instances between messages slowing. Was she masturbating on her side of the phone too? Oh, how he wished he could tell, trying to send a message one-handed, but, well, it didn't quite go to plan, slipping from his grip. He had to record the video, yes, that was of the utmost importance. It would be hot if she was getting off to his photos like he was getting off to her, though he did not stroke his hard length past a drop of pre-cum bubbling up from the tip while there were still more kinky delights to be taken.

Silver grunted, heated up without anywhere to go, hitting "send".

She didn't take long to reply and the Umbreon imagined her fingers flying as swiftly across the touch screen of the phone as his were.

Feisty mama: That's a real nice length you have there, honey... Bet it'd feel even better inside me. Do you want to see?

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Silver: Yes!!!

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One word, but it held so much feeling, panting hotly, teasing his cock, Silver barely remembering to keep an eye out to make sure that there was no one else venturing down to his end of the car park. He still had to be discreet, after all, for no one wanted a count of public exposure or indecency on their record - that was the kind of shit that followed a Pokemorph around, whether they thought themselves lucky or not. Oh, but it was the risk and the thrill of it that he could not help but lust for, smirking as he enjoyed himself, the feel of his fingers and the fur covering them folding around his shaft. He only wished that it was the sexy Zeraora masturbating his length though, for his own hand would never feel quite the same as that of another.

His phone beeped and he clicked onto the picture so quickly that he accidentally swiped off it, cursing, fumbling, his need rendering him awkward. But it didn't matter, not as he revealed a picture of the Zeraora up against a wall, or so it seemed, her legs apart just enough for her hand to get down between them. What she had not revealed enough of to him, however, was her pussy, her hand neatly covering it, tempting at reveal but not quite getting there.

His cock throbbed, another dollop of pre-cum beading at the tip, harder than he'd ever felt he'd been before. Was that even possible?

"Damn it..." He hissed through his teeth, back arching, striving to keep his hips pinned down, as much as his lust coursed through him with pump after pump of his heart sending blood around his body. "Why are you doing this to me?"

But he knew why - it was the same reason that he had taken several photos, not wanting to reveal all at once, his shaft hard and balls soft, yet full of cum, churning inside, the need tightening there. It was a strange sensation, yet one that had been with him for years, something so inherently male that the mere feeling of it was a gesture of masculinity.

Silver's head spun, another photo coming through and then another. Yet it was his age that was his undoing as he gripped his cock too tightly, hissing through his teeth again, trying not to squirm as all the blood in his body seemed to rush to the wrong-right places, all at once.

A photo of her, squatting, her legs apart. He could just about see the yellow, static-y fluff of the Zeraora's tail as it flicked out behind her, caught mid-swish, but his eyes were not on that but the flushed, plump folds of her pussy. They showed the curves of her body a little in the thickness of her thighs, but she was a mature Pokemon, her body developed and curvaceous in all the right places. Her sex gleamed with a hint of arousal and there was nothing that he could do to stop himself as a second photo followed, showing her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy, a moan rising forth.

But wait - that moan was not from him, his fingers aching as he tried not to pump his cock fervently, single-minded lust slamming through him as need struggled for precedence. It was not a photo that she'd sent but a video, her moan rising from the phone (goodness, had he had the sound on in the coffee shop too?) as she slid her fingers into herself.

"Look how wet you've made me, honey," she whispered to the phone from her side, the video recorded, not live. "You've got me all hot and bothered and you're not here to fuck me. That's not good, not good at all... Ohhh!"

And she climaxed right there on the screen before him, fingers ramming deep as her sex squelched loudly and lewdly around her fingers, almost as if it had all been premeditated for his pleasure. Yet they had never met before, let alone seen each other, and it was all a beautiful coincidence of two like-minded souls coming together at exactly the same time. While he watched, her fingers drove into her pussy as if she too was imagining that it was his cock plunging into her, folds wet and dripping, so aroused that it could have barely been believed if he had not been right there to see it for himself. His hand closed more tightly around his cock and he cried out as he climaxed too, right along with her, though, in reality, the Zeraora had already finished climaxing by the time he saw the video. He just wasn't that lucky, not for their first kinky exchange, hips rocking, pushing up, scrabbling frantically as if he thought he'd be able to find something to cover up the mess with.

However, that wasn't something for his mind to linger on as he whimpered and moaned, forgetting where he was as he threw every last care of his to the wind, lust taking over, thrusting and humping, grunting thickly in the back of his throat as he made as if to mate with her. His hand grew slick with every pumping spurt of cum that poured forth, every twitch out of his control, yet Silver's smile was not to be restrained either as he watched hungrily how her pussy dripped, fingers sliding out on the screen of the phone, so soft and plush, practically begging for his cock.

And then the video ended, leaving Silver slumping there, his cock not quite as hard as it had been, though he did not soften instantly, leaving him with a pulsing grind of arousal twisting deep through his soul.

Feisty mama: Are you still there?

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He wouldn't have thought that she was worried that he'd gotten what he'd wanted from her and gone, or that he hadn't liked it, if that was even possible, but wanted to answer her, laughing breathlessly. He tried to type something, but his fingers wouldn't work, making him send a voice message instead, voice higher pitched than he would have liked it to be.

"I fucking loved it! I came so hard!"

For good measure, he managed to snap a rather terrible photo of his cock softening, leaking cum still, draped against his thigh, a splatter of cum across his trousers. Jeez, he'd made one hell of a mess, but, somehow, that only made it even hotter, panting still, warm breath caressing his lips and tongue as he breathed, despite needing more air in his lungs than he was allowing himself. Sending the photo to the Zeraora was more important to him, even then, stoking the fire of her lust while his own simmered down, softly and faintly.

Feisty mama: That's what I like to see, a good orgasm. Wow, that was good! You really know your stuff, Silver!

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The Umbreon groaned, brushing his ears back from his head with one hand, his whole body shuddering in the afterglow. Did he have enough tissues in his glove box? Who knew - not when there was more cum smeared across his thighs, his underwear stickier than he would have liked and his cock refusing to soften all the way, despite his trembling exhaustion. Breathlessly, Silver grunted a laugh, eyelids fluttering.

He would have to meet her.