I never planned to spill it like this, but fuck it, here goes. Im forty-two, divorced three years, and last summer I got the kind of cock Id only dreamed about while my fingers worked my clit at night. It started at my sons college graduation party. His roommate, Jake, twenty-two, tall, built, kept staring at my tits in that tight black dress. I knew the look.
Id seen it from men half my age who wanted to bury their faces between my legs and taste a real woman.
After everyone left, Jake stayed to help clean up. We were alone in the kitchen when he cornered me against the counter. Youve been driving me crazy all night, he growled, one hand already sliding up my thigh. I didnt stop him. My pussy was already wet, throbbing. I spread my legs a little and let his fingers find my soaked panties. He yanked them aside and shoved two thick fingers straight into me. No teasing. Just deep, hard pumps that made my knees shake.
Fuck, youre tight, he muttered, curling his fingers against my G-spot. I came right there, biting my lip so I wouldnt moan too loud. My juices ran down his hand. He pulled his fingers out, licked them clean, then spun me around and bent me over the counter. I heard his zipper. Then the fat head of his cock was pressing against my entrance. He didnt ask. He just shoved in, one long thrust that stretched me open and filled me to the balls.
I gasped. He was bigger than my ex, thicker, and he fucked like he owned me. Hard, fast strokes that slapped my ass and made the dishes rattle. Every time he bottomed out I felt it in my stomach. Take that dick, mom, he grunted, and the dirty word made me clench around him. I pushed back, meeting every thrust, my tits spilling out of my dress as he pounded me.
He flipped me onto the kitchen table, yanked my legs over his shoulders, and drilled me even deeper. The angle hit my clit with every slam. I came again, harder, squirting around his cock while he kept fucking through it. He didnt stop until he was ready. Then he pulled out, stroked once, twice, and painted my tits and stomach with thick ropes of cum. Hot, sticky, marking me.
We didnt talk much after. He left. But three nights later he texted. I let him in, dropped to my knees in the hallway, and sucked that cock until my jaw ached. He fucked my face, used my mouth like a pussy, then carried me to the bedroom and railed me on all fours until I was screaming into the pillow. We did it raw every time. I let him cum inside me, let him fill my cunt until it leaked down my thighs. Some nights hed eat me out after, tongue lapping his own load from my swollen pussy while I came on his face.
It lasted the whole summer. Quickies in the car, slow fucks on the couch, rough sessions where he tied my wrists with my own panties and spanked my ass red before he buried himself in me. He called me his dirty mom, his slut, and I loved every filthy word. When he went back to school I missed that cock, but I still touch myself thinking about it. The way he stretched me, the way he made me come until I couldnt think straight. Thats my story. Moms story sex, raw and exactly how I wanted it.
