Warning! This is an extremely taboo tale! Mature adults only!

No girls in the house while I'm gone. It's a simple enough rule. But you're a hormone-racked young man. You insist on sneaking young women into my home.

I may be out of touch with your generation, but I remember what it was like to be your age, so I haven't grounded you thus far. I've given you chance after chance. But this is just ridiculous. I've caught you with your hand in the cookie jar too many times.

As the woman of this house, I'm angry, jealous, and secretly filled with taboo lust. I'm tired of you breaking the rules. I'm sick of hearing your girlfriends holler out in pleasure. And I'm extremely pissed about what you did with Mrs. Wentworth.

That's right, I know all about it. I saw it all. You had the audacity to sex up a mature woman who was old enough to be me. I let that slide, but here you are, at it again with another young floozy.

After coming home from work and catching you this final time, I won't stand for it any longer. Enough is enough. Yet, my rage is surpassed only by my longing for the forbidden touch of my young man. I crave some of the same treatment that I've been hearing through your bedroom walls. I demand to sample what I had a hand in shaping. I'm the woman of the house and you will abide by my rules, dammit!

My house, my rules. Fall in line, young man. The woman of the house wants what's hers!

They yell that it's so big, but that's because I nurtured it. They scream that it's so good, but it's not their right to have it. They have the most intense orgasms, but those should be my climaxes. I pumped it up, grew it big and strong. Under my roof, all big, juicy meat belongs to me. I'm the only MILF who's allowed to come in this house, and you owe me big time. Pay up, buster! I'm claiming every inch of it.