She was forty-two and still built like sin. Wide hips, heavy tits that strained every tank top she owned, and an ass that made every guy in the neighborhood stare when she bent over the garden. Her sons best friend, Jake, had been coming around since they were both eighteen, but lately he showed up even when her boy wasnt home. Tonight was one of those nights.
Jake knocked once and walked in like he lived there. Mrs. Harlan? You here?
Kitchen, she called back, voice already thick.
He found her at the counter, wearing nothing but a thin white tank and tiny cotton shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of her cheeks. No bra. Nipples already stiff from the cool air and the knowledge that he was watching.
Damn, Jake muttered under his breath, but she heard it.
She turned, leaned back against the counter, and let her eyes drag down his body. You always show up when my sons gone. You know that, right?
Jake didnt lie. Yeah. I do.
She set the glass down and stepped closer until her tits were almost brushing his chest. You want to fuck me, dont you?
His cock twitched visibly in his jeans. Fuck yes.
Then say it dirty, she demanded. Tell me exactly what you want.
I want to fuck my best friends mom, he growled. Want to bend you over this counter and pound that married pussy until youre dripping down your thighs.
A slow, filthy smile spread across her face. Good boy.
Lock the door.
The second the deadbolt clicked she dropped to her knees right there in the kitchen. She yanked his jeans open, freed his thick cock, and swallowed him to the root in one wet slide. Jakes hand fisted in her hair instantly.
Jesus Christ, Mrs. Harlan
She pulled off with a filthy pop. Call me by my name when my mouths on your dick. Its Linda.
Linda, he groaned as she took him deep again, throat working, spit running down his balls. She sucked like shed been starving for it, gagging herself on purpose, eyes watering while she stared up at him. When she finally stood, she turned around, shoved her shorts down, and bent over the counter exactly like hed asked.
Get in me. Now.
Jake didnt need telling twice. He lined up and drove into her soaked cunt in one hard thrust. Linda moaned loud and low, pushing back to take every inch.
Fuck, youre tight, he grunted, hips snapping.
Been thinking about this cock every time you come over, she panted. My sons best friend stretching my pussy. Feels so fucking wrong. Dont stop.
He fucked her like he hated her and loved her at the same timedeep, punishing strokes that made her heavy tits swing and slap the counter. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the kitchen. Every time he bottomed out she clenched around him and begged for more.
Harder, she ordered. Make it hurt a little.
Jake grabbed her hips and slammed into her, balls slapping her clit with every thrust. She came first, legs shaking, cunt pulsing around him while she cursed and moaned his name. He didnt slow down. He kept pounding through her orgasm until she was whimpering, then pulled out and spun her around.
On the table, he said, voice rough. Legs open.
She climbed up, lay back, and spread wide for him. Jake shoved back inside and fucked her missionary on the kitchen table, watching her tits bounce, watching her face while she took every brutal inch. He reached down and rubbed her clit in fast circles until she came again, screaming this time, nails digging into his arms.
When he was close he pulled out, stroked his cock twice, and painted her stomach and tits with thick ropes of cum. Linda rubbed it into her skin like lotion, then sucked his fingers clean.
They didnt stop there.
She led him to the living room couch and rode him reverse, grinding her ass back while he spread her cheeks and watched his cock disappear into her. Later she let him take her on the stairs, half-dressed, her sons graduation photo watching from the wall while Jake fucked her from behind until she squirted down her own thighs.
By the time they finally collapsed on her bed, both of them were wrecked and sticky. Linda lay on her stomach, ass up, letting Jakes cum leak out of her while he stroked her back.
Youre coming back tomorrow, she said, voice hoarse. My sons got practice till late.
Jake kissed the small of her back. Wouldnt miss it.
She smiled into the pillow, already planning how shed let him use every hole next time. Her sons best friend had just become her favorite secret.
