MILF Tails: A Younger Model

Amanda has a lot to offer. A former model who now runs her own advertising agency, she's beautiful, sexy, and successful. But yet her boyfriend still cheated on her, and when caught made the crack maybe he just needed a younger model. When Amanda discovers it wasn't a one time thing, but he'd been cheating on her the entire time, she decides to get even with a younger model of her own, his son!

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Amanda yanked open the nightstand drawer, and in addition to the box containing the earrings, spotted a leather-bound book. She put the box in her pocket and slipped out the book, wondering what it was. Turned out it was a photo album. The first was of a pretty, young looking redhead in a red dress. Above it, Lee had written ‘Vikki, 5/9/2019’. The next page featured an equally young girl with blue streaked back hair.

She was topless, her hands over her breasts, as she wagged her tongue at the camera. “Ruby 6/1/2019.”

A goddamn trophy book.

Lee said he’d divorced in 2019. These were the women he’d been with since. Women? They looked barely legal.

With a train wreck fascination, she kept going. All the girls were young, some in dresses, others topless and even fully nude in what looked like motel rooms. A few taken in the bed next to her, the bed she’d spent many nights in.

“Don’t do it.” Amanda flipped through faster watching the dates, then stopped cold on a picture of her in a red gown. ‘Amanda 8/5/2020. On the opposite page was one her from her modeling days he’d found on the net somewhere.

Topless in a lace thong, her arms over her head, lifting her long red hair, her lips parted and tip of her tongue showing as she stared lustily at the camera. Over it he’s written “Amanda as “Mandy” sometime in 2000…she’s held up well!”

“You pig,” she growled.

Something occurred to her. Greg had showed her the pictures four months ago. March. There were a lot of pictures left in the album. Had they all been since her or…she flipped the page.

A young gothic looking girl with pierced lips. “Sabrina 10/28/2020.” Two months after they’d begun dating. He’d been screwing girls the entire time she was with him.

Amanda, the journal shaking in her hands, kept flipping, nine girls with more pages to go. The last picture was a young blonde in a swimsuit posing on a runway. “Cynthia, I found a younger model!”

A flash of rage went through her and she hurled the journal across the room. It slammed into the wall and several pictures fell out, sliding across the floor.

She fought to calm down. She should put it back. Don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing she’d seen it and gotten upset.

No, screw it, she didn’t care what he knew because she was going to pay him back.

Amanda stalked back through the house, her heels clicking in an angry rhythm that matched her racing heartbeat. Whatever you’re thinking, rethink it! The voice of reason warned her.

“Rethink this,” she hissed as she went back out onto the deck.

She made her way to the pool where Greg was back in his chair, reading.

“Get what you wanted?” he asked.

He made it a point to not look up at her, upset she’d rejected him.

“I did, and I was thinking, you’re right. I have time, and I do miss the pool.”

That made him look up.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” Amanda quickly removed her watch, putting it in her pocket, then slipped her heels off. She unbuttoned the blazer and removed it, draping it over the back of an empty chair.

“Cool, I’ll go…”

He stopped when she stripped off her top, causing his eyes to widen as he gawked at her breasts in the slinky black lace bra.

Another left over trait from her prior career, every day was Victoria secret day because one had to feel sexy to be sexy. That and to look good for spontaneous sexual encounters.

Like this had turned into.