I’m Sébastien, 21, crashing at my parents’ house for college. Afternoon, no classes. Dad at work, Mom shopping all day. I’m revising in the living room when the doorbell buzzes. Heart skips. Peek through the peephole—it’s Anita, Mom’s bestie. Redhead, mid-40s but looks 35. Square cut, green eyes, massive tits, juicy ass. Total MILF dream. Today: sleeveless brown dress, orange under-shirt, black nylons, brown boots. She’s crying on the porch. Neighbors’ houses close—curtains twitch? I open up quick.
“Mom home?” Sniffles. “No, but come in.” She stumbles past, perfume hits me. We sink into the couch. Tears flow. Silence stretches. Floor creaks under us. Light filters through blinds—anyone watching? I arm her shoulder. She spills: hubby’s cheating. Texts, emails, thong in their bed. Her head drops to my chest, then my lap. Face rubs my growing hard-on. She notices. Keeps crying, but hand strokes my jeans. Zipper down. Cock out, throbbing.
The Contact
“Anita, what—” “Shh.” Lips on shaft. Tongue swirls. Hand pumps. Then mouth engulfs. Slurps loud in quiet house. I palm her fat ass, hike dress. Black stockings, wet red thong. Fingers graze clit—she jolts but sucks harder. Gagging wet pops. I’m close. “Gonna cum.” She doesn’t stop. Balls tighten. I flood her throat. Gulps every drop, licks clean. Stands, embarrassed. Fixes dress. Heads for door. Pauses. Turns. Door clicks shut.
“Do I turn you on?” “Fuck yes.” “Want me now?” “Yeah, but…” “Hubby’s fucking around. My revenge.” Eyes lock. Deal sealed. She lunges, tongue-fucks my mouth. Hands everywhere. “Not here—your room.” Drag her upstairs. Door locks—click echoes. Bedroom blinds half-open, streetlight potential spy.
She stands, unzips slow. Dress pools. Under-shirt off. Red bra, thong, nylons. Legs spread. “Like the old bitch?” “You’re fire.” I strip fast. She straddles. Kisses deep. Unhook bra—tits free. Suck nipples hard. She moans soft, muffled. “Fuck, yes.” Thong off. Pussy trimmed, landing strip wet. “Eat me, boy.”
The Indiscretion
Face in her thighs. Lick slow, then fast. Clit suck. Tongue fucks lips. She grinds, juices smear. Hands grip head, smothers. Gasps rise—bites lip. “Enough. 69.” She squats on face. I devour. She jerks me slow. Then mounts cock. Slides down easy. Wet heat grips. Rides wild. Tits bounce. Screams build—”Shh, neighbors!” Orgasms shakes her. Pussy clamps. I hold back.
“Your turn.” Flip her. Missionary slow, deep. Nails rake back. Doggy next. Flat then knees. Pound hard. Fingers lube ass from pussy. One digit in. Then two. “No one’s had this.” “For me?” “Deflower it.” Push cockhead. Strains. Pops in. Tight ring squeezes. Inch by inch. She winces. “Halfway—stop deeper.” Thrust steady. Feels insane. But “Ow, back to pussy. Cum in me!”
Pull out. Hole winks. Slam cunt. Grip hips. Rail brutal. She buries face in sheets—muffled yells. Creaky bed. Light under door? Pound till she cums again. I explode, filling deep. Collapse. Sweat, pants. “Best ever.” “Secret?” “Yeah. Come back anytime.”
She dresses. Nylons snap. I pull pants on. Hallway downstairs—footsteps echo. Door opens. Quick kiss. “Our dirty secret.” Slips out to car. Heart hammers. Neighbors oblivious. Mom due soon. Grin. Total rush.