I was rinsing dishes when the doorbell rang. It was late, past midnight, and my son had already left for his camping trip with the guys. I opened the door in my thin robe and there stood Jake, my son's best friend, tall and broad-shouldered at twenty-one, holding a forgotten duffel bag. "Forgot this at your place last week," he said, voice low. His eyes dropped straight to my tits pushing against the silk. I felt my nipples harden instantly. "Come in," I told him, stepping aside. The door clicked shut and the air changed. I didn't bother tying the robe tighter. He dropped the bag and just stared. "You always walk around like that when you're alone, Mrs. R?" he asked, but his cock was already tenting his jeans. I licked my lips. "Only when I know a young stud might show up." That was all it took. He grabbed me by the waist, spun me against the kitchen counter, and shoved the robe open. His hands were rough, squeezing my heavy tits, thumbs flicking my stiff nipples. "Fuck, these are bigger than I imagined," he growled. I reached down and squeezed his hard cock through the denim. "Show it to me." He yanked his zipper down and his thick dick sprang out, veined and leaking. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked once, twice, feeling it throb. "Suck it," he ordered. I dropped to my knees on the tile, took him deep in one go, gagging as the head hit the back of my throat. He fucked my face hard, hands in my hair, balls slapping my chin. Spit ran down my neck onto my tits. I pulled off long enough to say, "I want this cock in my married pussy right now." He hauled me up, bent me over the counter, and kicked my legs apart. One thrust and he was balls-deep inside me. I was soaked, dripping down my thighs. He pounded me like he hated me, hips slapping loud against my ass, one hand reaching around to rub my clit in fast circles. "Take it, you dirty fucking mom," he grunted. "Your son's best friend is wrecking this cunt." I came hard, walls clamping around him, screaming his name. He didn't stop. He flipped me onto the kitchen table, spread my legs wide, and drove back in. My tits bounced with every brutal thrust. He leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make me moan louder. "Gonna fill you up," he warned. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper. "Do it. Cum in me." He slammed in one last time and exploded, hot thick ropes pumping into my pussy until it overflowed and ran out around his shaft. We stayed locked together, panting. Then he pulled out, turned me over again, and slid two fingers into my messy cunt. "Not done with you yet," he said, already getting hard again against my ass.
That night he fucked me in every room of the house, on the couch, against the wall, in my son's bed. By morning I was sore, leaking his cum, and already planning the next time his best friend would come over.
