I’m just as astounded as you at today’s braless milf contingent. One minute I’m a dirty old man coveting the 18 year olds, the next minute some sexy senior seniorita saunters bye and I’m panting like a hyperventilating heron. Herons, to my knowledge, don’t hyperventilate. I provide you with this fact in case you end up on jeopardy. I’m just saying it that way because of the aliteration. If you don’t know what aliteration is, just focus on braless boobies.

Struttin around in her tight jeans and her form-fitting sweater, milf #1 is one cool dude. Little does she know I have to hopalong like an injured kangaroo because of the bulge she has put in my pants.

And if you’re looking for a freckled, cute, grinning milf with some yummy pokies, it’s hard to beat #2. No, I did not say beat it to #2, that would probably be easy. I am wow’d by that shirt she is demonstrating, looks kind of like the chesticles on the hot mannequins at the mall.

Although I apologize for the quality of the photo, I certainly do not apologize for the quality of milf #3. Those, my good friend, are some mind-warping boobies. She will hustle them around in her SUV until she gets to the home improvement store. Then she will go in and flit here and there driving every dude in the store insane. Her husband is probably at home snoring in front of the golf chanel.

Finally, we have a winner. Because she has D-cups and she knows how to use them. As if the braless bouncing wasn’t enough, milf #4 is perfectly willing to stoop to the level of white, thin material, just to make sure the nips poke our eyes out. Awesome. Thank you and keep it up, pun intended dearie.