Karen had been watching Jake all afternoon while her son was out. The tall, muscular 21-year-old had shown up to borrow some tools, and now he was shirtless in her backyard, sweat glistening on his chest as he fixed the fence. Karen, 46 and horny as hell after months without a good fuck, decided she wasn't letting him leave without getting what she wanted.
She walked out in a tiny tank top that barely contained her heavy tits and cut-off shorts that rode up her ass. "Jake, come inside for a drink," she called, voice low and direct.
He followed her into the kitchen. Karen poured two glasses of water but didn't hand him one. Instead she stepped close, grabbed his belt, and yanked him against her. "My son's not here. You want to fuck his mom?"
Jake's eyes widened but his cock was already hard against her thigh. "Fuck yes," he growled.
Karen dropped to her knees right there on the tile floor. She ripped open his jeans, pulled out his thick cock, and wrapped her lips around it. She sucked him deep, gagging on purpose, spit running down his shaft while she looked up at him. "That's it, use my mouth," she said, pulling off for a second. "I've been thinking about this big dick since you turned 18."
Jake grabbed her hair and fucked her face hard. Karen moaned around him, letting him use her throat until her eyes watered. When she stood up she stripped off her clothes fast. "Bend me over the counter and fuck me."
He spun her around, kicked her legs apart, and slammed his cock into her wet pussy in one thrust. Karen cried out, pushing back to take every inch. "Harder, you little fucker. Pound your best friend's mom's cunt."
Jake did exactly that. He gripped her hips and drove into her, the wet slap of skin filling the kitchen. Karen reached down to rub her clit, coming hard within minutes, her pussy clenching around him. "Don't stop," she ordered. "Fill me up."
He kept fucking her through her orgasm, then pulled out and spun her to face him. Karen hopped onto the counter, spread her legs wide, and pulled him back in. "Look at me while you fuck me," she said. "Tell me how good this married pussy feels."
"Best pussy I've ever had," Jake grunted, pounding her deep.
Her big tits bounced with every thrust. Karen wrapped her legs around him and dug her nails into his back. "Cum in me. I want your load dripping out of me when my son gets home."
Jake groaned and buried himself to the hilt, shooting rope after rope of thick cum inside her. Karen held him there, milking every drop with her inner muscles.
They didn't stop there. Karen led him to the couch, pushed him down, and climbed on top. She rode him reverse, ass bouncing, while she talked dirty the whole time. "You like watching your friend's mom fuck herself on your cock? I'm gonna let you use me every time he's not around."
By the time they finished, Karen had been fucked in three rooms, swallowed another load, and had Jake's cum leaking down her thighs. She sent him home with a smile and a promise: "Next time I'm gonna sit on your face first."
Jake was already texting her before he reached his car.
