Sarah had always known Mike was trouble. At twenty-two, her son's best friend was all broad shoulders, cocky smirk, and the kind of thick bulge that showed through his jeans whenever he came over to hang with Jake. Jake was away at college for the weekend, leaving the house empty except for Sarah and the pile of laundry she was folding when Mike showed up unannounced, looking for his buddy.
"He's gone," she said, leaning against the doorframe in her tight tank top and short shorts. "Won't be back till Monday."
Mike didn't leave. Instead he stepped inside, eyes raking over her body. "Then maybe I came for something else."
She should have kicked him out. Instead she felt her pussy clench. "You know what happens if Jake finds out?"
"Fuck Jake," Mike growled, grabbing her hips and yanking her against him. His hard cock pressed into her stomach. "I want this milf pussy I've been jerking off to for years."
Sarah moaned and shoved her hand down his pants, wrapping her fingers around his fat dick. "Then take it, you dirty little shit."
They didn't make it to the bedroom. Mike bent her over the kitchen table, ripped her shorts down, and slapped her bare ass hard. "Look at this fucking ass," he said, spreading her cheeks. He spat on her asshole and rubbed it in before driving two fingers into her dripping cunt. "Soaked already. You've been waiting for this cock."
"Fuck me," she begged, pushing back on his fingers. "Shove that young dick in me."
Mike lined up and slammed inside in one thrust. Sarah cried out, gripping the table edge as he pounded her from behind, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. "Take it, you horny fucking mom," he grunted. "Your son's best friend is balls deep in your cunt."
He fucked her rough and fast, pulling her hair, calling her a slut, a whore, his personal milf fucktoy. Sarah came hard, squirting around his cock, but he didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back on the table, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and railed her deeper, watching her tits bounce.
"Open your mouth," he ordered. When she did he spat in it. "Swallow." She did, and he rewarded her by rubbing her clit until she came again, screaming.
They moved to the couch. Sarah rode him reverse cowgirl, slamming her ass down on his cock while he smacked it red. "That's it, ride that dick like you own it," he said, reaching around to finger her asshole. She came a third time, legs shaking.
Mike pulled out and shoved his cock in her mouth. "Suck your pussy juice off me." She deepthroated him, gagging, spit running down her chin. He fucked her face until he was close, then pulled back and painted her tits and face with thick ropes of cum.
They weren't done. He dragged her to the shower, soaped her up, and fucked her standing, one leg hooked around his waist, water pouring over them. "Tell me you're my fucktoy," he demanded.
"I'm your fucktoy," she gasped. "Use this mom cunt whenever you want."
By the time Jake texted he was on his way home, Mike had fucked Sarah in every room. She was leaking cum, marked with hickeys and handprints, and already planning the next time her son's friend would come over to destroy her again.
