I was 22, dating this tight little 21-year-old named Lisa, when her mom first started giving me that look. Linda was 46, divorced, with heavy tits that strained every tank top she wore around the house and an ass that didn't quit. Lisa had no idea her mom was eye-fucking me every time I came over.
One Friday night Lisa went out with friends and left me at their place to wait. Linda was home, fresh from the shower, robe hanging open just enough to show the curve of her bare breast. She poured us both whiskey and sat too close on the couch.
"You know, I've seen how you stare at me," she said, voice low and direct. Her hand landed on my thigh and squeezed. "Lisa's not here. You want to fuck her mom?"
My cock got hard instantly. I didn't answer with words. I grabbed her robe and yanked it open. Her tits spilled out, nipples dark and stiff. I leaned in and sucked one hard while she moaned and reached for my zipper. She pulled my cock out, thick and throbbing, and stroked it rough.
"Fuck, that's a nice dick," she growled. She dropped to her knees right there on the living room floor and took me deep. Her mouth was hot and wet, tongue working the underside while she bobbed fast. Spit ran down my shaft as she gagged herself on it, eyes watering but not stopping. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face, hips snapping until my balls slapped her chin.
She pulled off, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. "Get those clothes off and fuck me."
I stripped fast. She bent over the arm of the couch, robe gone, ass up. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening. I slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight and burning hot inside. I pounded her hard, skin slapping loud, her tits swinging with every thrust. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks so I could go deeper.
"Harder, fuck your girlfriend's mom harder," she demanded. I did. I gripped her hips and drove in balls-deep, over and over, her cunt gripping me like a fist. She came first, pussy pulsing and flooding around my cock, screaming dirty shit about how good her daughter's boyfriend felt inside her.
I pulled out and flipped her onto her back on the couch. Her legs went over my shoulders and I fucked her missionary, deep and brutal. Her tits bounced in my face. I sucked them while I drilled her. She clawed my back and begged for cum.
"Fill me up. Pump that load in my cunt."
I exploded inside her, thick ropes flooding her pussy until it leaked out around my shaft. We didn't stop there. She sucked me hard again in minutes and rode me on the floor, grinding her clit on my pubic bone while she bounced on my cock. I came a second time while she squirted all over my stomach.
We kept going all night. In the kitchen she bent over the counter and I took her ass, slow at first then pounding once she relaxed. In her bedroom I fucked her from behind while she held a vibrator on her clit. She came so hard she shook.
By morning we were sore and sticky. Linda kissed me at the door before Lisa got home and whispered, "Next time I'm going to sit on your face while you eat my cum-filled pussy."
I still see her whenever Lisa's not around. Those raw, dirty sessions never get old.
