…is to satisfy the urges of young, teenage boys…
I’m Lisa, 45, divorced, and still in better shape than half the women half my age. Tall, 5’11” in bare feet, with long blonde hair that falls past my shoulders. I have high firm tits that sit up proud even without a bra, a narrow waist that flares into wide, soft hips, and an ass that fills out a pair of yoga pants like it was poured into them. My legs go on forever. I’ve kept the landing strip above my smooth pussy neat because I like the way it looks when a cock is stretching me open. White skin that tans golden in the summer, blue eyes that know exactly what they’re doing. I’ve been friends with Jennifer for fifteen years. Her son Jake just turned eighteen last month. I’ve watched him grow from a skinny kid into a tall, broad shouldered young man with the kind of quiet confidence that makes older women notice. Dark hair, sharp jaw, and those same blue eyes his mother has. I’ve caught him staring at my body more than once over the years, my tits when I lean over the counter, my ass when I bend to pick something up. I never said anything, not until today.
Jennifer had to fly out for a work emergency. She called me that morning, voice tight with stress. “Can you just check on Jake this afternoon? Make sure he eats something that isn’t pizza? He’s been studying for finals nonstop.” I told her of course. I slipped into a soft white tank top that clung to my heavy breasts and a pair of black yoga pants that hugged every curve. No bra. No panties. Just the way I like to feel when I’m alone in my own house. The drive over took ten minutes. Jake answered the door in basketball shorts and a faded T-shirt, hair messy, looking like he’d just woken up from a nap. His eyes dropped straight to my chest and stayed there half a second too long before he remembered to look at my face.
“Hey, Lisa. Mom said you might come by.” His voice had dropped an octave in the last year. It did things to me. I stepped inside, the air conditioned coolness of the house washing over my skin.
“Your mom asked me to make sure you don’t starve. Got anything in the fridge or am I ordering Chinese?”
He shrugged, trailing after me into the kitchen. I felt his eyes on my ass the entire way. Good, let him look, I thought to myself. I opened the fridge, bent at the waist more than necessary, and heard the soft intake of breath behind me. When I straightened and turned, his cheeks were faintly pink. The front of his shorts had started to tent. Eighteen and already packing something impressive from the looks of it.
“You’re staring, Jake.” I kept my voice light, almost amused. “You’ve been staring for a while now.”
He swallowed hard. “Sorry. It’s just… you look really good.”
I closed the fridge and leaned back against the counter, arms under my breasts, pushing them up. The thin fabric of the tank did nothing to hide the hard points of my nipples.
“How good?”
His eyes flicked down again, then back up. “Really fucking good.”
That was all the invitation I needed. I crossed the kitchen in two long strides, took his face in both hands, and kissed him. Tongue sliding past his lips, tasting the faint mint of toothpaste. He froze for half a second, then his hands found my waist and pulled me flush against him. The thick ridge of his cock pressed into my lower stomach through the thin layers of fabric. I rolled my hips, grinding against it, and felt him throb.
“Fuck,” he breathed against my mouth. “Lisa—”
“Shh.” I nipped his bottom lip. “Your mom’s not home. No one is. Tell me what you want.”
His hands slid down to my ass, squeezing the full cheeks through the yoga pants. “I want to fuck you. I’ve wanted to fuck you since I was fifteen and you came over in that red dress.”
I smiled against his mouth and reached between us, palm sliding over the hard, thick length in his shorts. Already leaking a little at the tip. “Then take what you want, baby. I’m not going to stop you.”
He groaned and spun us, lifting me onto the kitchen island like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist as he yanked the tank top up and over my head. My heavy tits bounced free. He stared for a second like a man dying of thirst, then lowered his head and sucked one stiff nipple into his mouth. Teeth scraping just enough to make me gasp. His other hand shoved under the waistband of my yoga pants and found my bare, dripping cunt. Two fingers slid between my lips and pushed inside without delay.
“Jesus, you’re soaked,” he muttered against my breast.
“Been thinking about this longer than you have,” I admitted, rocking against his hand. “Finger fuck me while you suck my tits. Get me ready for that hard young cock.”
He did exactly that. Two thick fingers pumping in and out of my tight hole while his mouth worked from one nipple to the other, sucking, biting, leaving wet marks on the soft undersides of my breasts. I reached down and shoved his shorts and boxers down far enough for his cock to spring free. Thick, maybe eight inches, cut, the head already shiny with precum. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked, feeling the heavy pulse under the silky skin.
“Fuck, Lisa—”
“Get these pants off me.”
He yanked the yoga pants down my long legs and tossed them aside. I was completely naked on his mother’s kitchen island, legs spread, pussy glistening. Jake stepped between my thighs, cock in hand, and rubbed the fat head up and down my slit, collecting my juices. Then he pushed in.
The stretch was perfect, better than the men my age can give me. Thick enough to make me feel every inch as he sank deeper, opening me up, until his hips were flush against mine and his balls pressed against my ass. I moaned loud and shameless, head falling back.
“God, you’re tight,” he gritted out.
“So fucking tight for a—”
“For a woman old enough to be your mother?” I finished, clenching around him.
“Then fuck me like you mean it, Jake. Show me what that eighteen-year-old cock can do.”
He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the kitchen. My tits bounced hard with every thrust. I locked my ankles behind his back and met him stroke for stroke, the island rocking slightly under us. He fucked me deep and steady at first, then harder, chasing the friction, the wet heat of my pussy swallowing him over and over. I could feel every ridge, every thrust.
“Harder,” I demanded. “I can take it. Give it to me.”
He lifted one of my legs higher, folding it back toward my chest so he could drive even deeper. The new angle made the head of his cock drag over that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders.
“That’s it! Right there, fuck my pussy just like that!”
He groaned and picked up the pace, hips snapping forward, the wet sounds of my cunt getting louder, filthier. My juices were already coating his balls and dripping onto the island. I reached down between us and rubbed my clit in tight circles while he railed me.
“I’m gonna cum,” I panted. “Don’t you dare stop. Fuck me through it.”
The orgasm hit hard, rolling up from my core and spreading through my thighs. My cunt clamped down around his cock in rhythmic pulses, milking him. He kept thrusting the whole time, dragging it out until I was shaking and gasping. When the worst of the tremors faded he pulled out, spun me around so I was bent over the island, and shoved back into me from behind in one long stroke.
“Oh fuck! Yes!”
He gripped my hips and started pounding me properly. The kind of hard, deep fucking that made my heavy tits swing and slap against the cool countertop. My blonde hair spilled over my face. I pushed back to meet every thrust, ass jiggling, the wet smack of his hips against my cheeks echoing through the house. He reached around and cupped one of my tits, squeezing, pinching the nipple while he used me.
“You’ve wanted this for years, haven’t you?” I moaned over my shoulder.
“Wanted to bury that cock in your mom’s hot friend and just take it.”
“Yes,” he growled, slamming into me harder. “Every time you came over. Every time you bent over. I jerked off thinking about fucking this pussy.”
“Then take it. Fill it. Cum inside me when you’re ready. I want to feel every drop.”
He lasted longer than I expected for an eighteen year old. He flipped me again, lifting me up so my back was against the fridge, legs wrapped around him, and fucked me standing. The cold metal against my skin only made the heat between us sharper. His cock drove up into me over and over, the thick shaft stretching my lips wide around him. I could feel another orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly.
“I’m close,” he warned, voice strained. “Lisa, fuck! I’m gonna cum!”
“Do it. Creampie me. Pump that thick load deep in my fucking cunt!”
He buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my pussy in heavy pulses. Right as the first spurt hit my cervix I locked eyes with him and said it, loud and clear, voice husky with pleasure:
“I’m old enough to be your mom!”
He groaned louder, hips jerking as he kept cumming, filling me until I could feel it starting to leak out around his cock. The sensation of his hot seed flooding me pushed me over the edge again. I came hard around him, cunt squeezing and milking every last drop from his balls. We stayed locked together for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me.When he finally pulled out, a thick white river of his cum poured from my stretched hole and ran down my inner thighs. I reached down, scooped some onto my fingers, and sucked it clean while he watched, eyes dark with residual lust.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “That was…”
“Just the start,” I said, smiling. I dropped to my knees right there on the kitchen floor, took his half hard, cum slick cock into my mouth, and cleaned every inch of it with my tongue. The mixed taste of us was filthy and perfect. I sucked him back to full hardness slowly, looking up at him the whole time, until he was throbbing against my tongue again.
I stood, took his hand, and led him upstairs to his bedroom. We fucked two more times before Jennifer’s flight even landed, once with me riding him reverse so he could watch my ass bounce and his cum leak out of me with every downward stroke, and once with him taking me from behind again while I held onto the headboard and told him exactly how good it felt to be filled by his thick young cock. By the time we were done my cunt was a swollen, creamy mess and his balls were drained dry. I cleaned up in the guest bathroom, pulled my clothes back on, and kissed him soft and slow at the door before I left.
“Next time your mom goes out of town,” I murmured against his lips, “text me. I’ll come over and let you use this pussy however you want.”
He nodded, still looking a little dazed and very satisfied. I drove home with his cum still slowly seeping out of me into my yoga pants, a wicked little smile on my face the whole way. Jennifer would never know. And Jake? He finally got what he’d been staring at for years.
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