The house was quiet except for the low hum of the AC. Karen stood at the kitchen counter in her thin tank top and shorts, pouring herself a glass of wine when the front door opened. It was Tyler, her son's best friend, back from dropping Jake at the airport for his summer job. He was nineteen, tall, broad in the shoulders, and always gave her that look that made her stomach tighten.
"Jake's flight left on time," Tyler said, kicking off his shoes. His eyes dropped straight to her tits pressing against the cotton. No pretending. "You alone tonight?"
Karen set the glass down. "All weekend." She didn't move when he stepped closer. His hand went right to her ass, squeezing hard through the thin fabric. "Been thinking about this for months," he muttered.
She turned and kissed him, tongue pushing into his mouth. He grabbed her tits, thumbs rubbing her nipples until they poked out stiff. Karen reached down and felt his cock already hard in his jeans. She unzipped him fast, pulled it out, and wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. "Fuck, you're big," she said, stroking him right there in the kitchen. Precum leaked over her thumb.
Tyler yanked her tank top down. Her bare tits spilled out and he sucked one nipple hard, biting just enough to make her gasp. His fingers shoved into her shorts, found her wet pussy, and pushed two inside without warning. Karen moaned and spread her legs wider on the counter. He finger-fucked her rough, thumb on her clit, until she was dripping down his hand.
"Bedroom," she said, voice thick. They didn't make it. He bent her over the couch in the living room, pulled her shorts and panties to her knees, and shoved his cock straight into her cunt in one thrust. Karen cried out, gripping the cushions. He was thick and deep, pounding her from behind while his balls slapped her ass.
"Take it," Tyler growled.
"Your son's friend fucking your married pussy." He grabbed her hips and slammed harder, the wet sounds loud in the quiet house. Karen pushed back, meeting every thrust. Her tits swung under her. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit fast until she came, pussy clenching tight around his cock.
Tyler didn't stop. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and shoved back in. Her legs went over his shoulders. He fucked her deep and steady, staring down at her face while she moaned his name. "Harder," she told him. He gave it to her, sweat dripping, the couch creaking.
When he pulled out again, he dragged her to the floor on all fours. Karen sucked his cock clean, tasting her own pussy on him, then took him deep until he hit the back of her throat. Tyler held her head and fucked her mouth for a minute, then pulled her up and bent her over the arm of the chair. He spread her ass cheeks and licked her asshole, tongue pushing inside while his fingers worked her clit again.
Karen was shaking by the time he stood and pressed his cock against her tight hole. "You want it here too?" he asked. She nodded, pushing back. He spit on her ass and eased in slow at first, then buried himself balls-deep. Karen groaned loud, fingers digging into the chair. He fucked her ass steady, reaching around to rub her pussy until she came again, ass squeezing him.
He pulled out, flipped her onto the rug, and straddled her chest. Karen opened her mouth and he stroked his cock fast, shooting thick ropes across her tongue and tits. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off her lips while he watched.
They didn't talk much after. Tyler helped her up, and they moved to the bedroom. He fucked her again that night, slower the second time, her riding him while he sucked her nipples and she ground her clit against him until they both came. In the morning he took her in the shower, bending her under the spray and pounding her pussy until the water ran cold.
By the time Jake got home Sunday night, Karen's body was sore in all the right places. Tyler texted her later: "Next weekend?" She answered yes without thinking twice.
