I was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. It was late, past eleven, and my son had already gone to bed after a long day. I opened the door in nothing but a thin tank top and panties, figuring it was just a neighbor. Instead, there stood Tyler, my son's best friend, nineteen years old, tall and built from the gym, his eyes going straight to my hard nipples poking through the fabric.
"Fuck, Mrs. Ramirez, sorry to bother you," he said, voice low and rough. "Forgot my phone charger here earlier. Mind if I grab it quick?"
I stepped aside, letting him in. The air felt thick as he brushed past me. I knew exactly where that charger was, but I didn't move. "It's probably in the living room. Go look."
He didn't go far. He turned back, eyes locked on my body. "You always answer the door like that? Looking like you want to get fucked?"
My pussy clenched at the direct words. No games. "Maybe I do. You gonna do something about it, or just stand there with your cock getting hard?"
Tyler didn't hesitate. He grabbed my hips, spun me around, and bent me over the kitchen counter. His hands yanked my panties down in one pull. "Spread those legs," he growled. I did, feeling cool air on my wet slit. He unzipped, pulled out his thick cock, and rubbed the head up and down my folds. "This what you want? Your son's friend stuffing your cunt?"
"Yes," I hissed. "Fuck me raw."
He slammed in deep on the first thrust. No slow build, just hard, pounding strokes that made my ass ripple and the counter shake. His balls slapped against me with every drive. I reached back and spread my cheeks wider so he could go deeper. "Harder, you little bastard. Pound that pussy."
Tyler grunted and obliged, gripping my hair and yanking my head back while he railed me. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out filled the room. My juices ran down my thighs. He reached around and rubbed my clit in rough circles. "You're so fucking tight. Bet you've been thinking about this cock for weeks."
I came fast, clamping down on him, moaning loud enough that I had to bite my arm to stay quiet. He didn't stop. He pulled out, spun me to face him, lifted me onto the counter, and shoved back inside. My legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked me upright, sucking one nipple hard while his hips snapped forward.
"Fill me up," I demanded. "Shoot that load in my cunt."
He lasted another minute, then buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, hot spurts flooding me. Cum leaked out around his shaft as he kept thrusting through it. When he pulled out, he pushed two fingers into my dripping hole and fed the mess to my mouth.
I sucked them clean.
We weren't done. He carried me to the couch, laid me down, and ate my pussy like he was starving, tongue lapping up our mixed cum before focusing on my clit. I came again on his face, thighs shaking around his head.
Then he flipped me onto all fours and took me from behind again, this time slower but still filthy, telling me exactly how my son's friend was wrecking his mom's holes. I pushed back onto him, begging for more. He slapped my ass red and called me his dirty MILF slut until he came a second time, pulling out to paint my lower back and ass with thick ropes.
We cleaned up quick and quiet. Tyler grabbed his charger, smirked, and said, "This stays between us. But I'm coming back tomorrow night."
I locked the door behind him, already wet again thinking about round two.
