I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. My husband was away, and I was horny. I needed a cock, any cock, to fill me up. So I called my son’s friend, a big, muscular guy with a massive cock. I knew he had a thing for older women, for mommies like me.
He arrived, his eyes raking over my body. I was wearing a tight, revealing dress, my breasts almost spilling out of it. He smiled, a lustful glint in his eyes. “You look fucking hot, Mrs. Johnson,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
I blushed, but the Slutty Mommy inside me took over. I grabbed him, kissing him hard, my tongue invading his mouth. He groaned, his hands roaming over my body, squeezing my breasts, groping my ass. I could already tell he was a good fuck, his cock hard and ready.
We moved to the bedroom, our bodies entwined, our mouths locked in a passionate kiss. He laid me down on the bed, his eyes devouring my body. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a mommy like you,” he whispered, his voice full of lust.
I moaned, spreading my legs wide. He moved between them, his cock teasing my pussy. “Fuck me, please,” I begged, my voice a desperate whimper.
He obliged, thrusting into me with a force that took my breath away. His cock was huge, filling me up completely. I screamed, my body shaking with pleasure. He fucked me hard, his thrusts relentless.
As he pounded into me, I could feel his cock swelling inside me. “I’m going to cum,” he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure.
“Fill me up,” I begged, my voice a desperate plea. “Make me your breeding whore.”
He came, his hot cum filling me up. I screamed, my own orgasm tearing through me, my body convulsing around his cock. We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, a warm, wet reminder of what we had just done.
“That was fucking amazing,” I purred, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes.
He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. “We should do this more often, Mrs. Johnson.”
I moaned, already craving more of him. “I couldn’t agree more, boy.”