She spotted him the second he walked through the door, dripping from the rain, his shirt plastered to that hard young chest. Jake, her son's best friend, all 19 years of muscle and cocky grin. "Mrs. Harlan," he said, voice low. "Mark said I could crash here tonight."
"Call me Lisa," she answered, closing the door behind him. Her robe hung loose, showing the swell of her tits. "Mark's out. Won't be back till morning."
Jake's eyes dropped straight to her cleavage. "Cool. Thanks."
She led him to the guest room but stopped at the hallway. "You're soaked. Get those clothes off before you catch cold." She didn't turn away. He stripped the wet shirt, then the jeans, standing there in nothing but tight boxers, his dick already starting to thicken.
Lisa stepped closer, grabbed the waistband, and yanked them down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already shiny. "Fuck," she muttered, wrapping her hand around it. "You've been walking around with this while my son calls you his friend?"
Jake groaned as she stroked him hard, thumb smearing the precum. "Lisa… shit, that feels good."
She dropped to her knees on the carpet, took him straight into her mouth, and sucked like she was starving.
No teasing, just wet, sloppy slurps, her tongue working the underside while her fist pumped the base. Spit ran down his balls. He grabbed her hair and fucked her throat, hips snapping. "Yeah, choke on it, you dirty fucking mom."
She pulled off gasping, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "Bedroom. Now."
They barely made it to her bed. She shoved him down, climbed on top, and sank onto that fat dick in one push. Her pussy stretched wide, dripping down his shaft as she rode him raw. "Goddamn, you're bigger than my husband," she hissed, grinding her clit against him. Jake reached up, squeezed her tits hard, thumbs flicking her nipples while she bounced.
He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and slammed in deep. The headboard cracked the wall with every thrust. "Take it," he growled. "Take every inch like the slut you are." Lisa clawed his back, moaning filthy encouragement. "Fuck me harder, fill that married cunt."
He pulled out, flipped her onto all fours, and drove back in. One hand fisted her hair, the other smacked her ass red. Skin slapped loud and wet. She reached between her legs, rubbed her clit fast, coming hard around him, pussy pulsing and gushing.
Jake didn't stop. He pulled her upright, back to his chest, and kept pounding upward while he mauled her tits. "Gonna breed this hot mom pussy," he grunted. Lisa pushed back, meeting every stroke. "Do it. Cum inside me."
He buried himself to the balls and unloaded, thick ropes flooding her. She felt every pulse, her own orgasm rolling again from the heat of it. They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, his cum leaking out around his still-hard cock.
Lisa turned her head, kissed him messy. "Shower. Then we go again. Mark's not home till noon." Jake grinned against her mouth. "Yes, ma'am."
