She stood in the kitchen doorway wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that clung to her curves like a second skin. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the sound of my own breathing. I was twenty-five, back from college for the summer, and she was forty-eight, still carrying the same full hips and heavy breasts that had haunted my fantasies since I was old enough to know what wanting felt like.
Come here, she said, voice low and rough. No hesitation. No games.
I crossed the room in three steps. My hands went straight to the tie of her robe and yanked it open. The silk parted and her tits spilled out, nipples already stiff. I grabbed one, squeezing hard, and she hissed through her teeth.
Fuck, thats it, she growled.
Dont be gentle with me tonight.
I spun her around and bent her over the kitchen table. The robe fell to the floor. Her ass was round and soft, and I slapped it once, watching the flesh jiggle. She pushed back against me, grinding.
Take your cock out, she ordered. Ive been wet all day thinking about this.
I unzipped, freed my dick, and rubbed the head up and down her slit. She was dripping, hot, and ready. No preamble. I shoved in deep on the first thrust. She cried out, gripping the edge of the table.
Goddamn, youre thick, she panted. Fill your mother up.
I fucked her hard and steady, the table legs scraping the floor with every drive. Her pussy clenched around me, wet sounds filling the room. I reached under and pinched her clit, rolling it between my fingers the way I knew she liked. She came fast, legs shaking, moaning my name like a filthy prayer.
I didnt stop. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and climbed between her spread thighs. Her tits bounced with every thrust now. I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth, biting just enough to make her gasp and grab my hair.
Harder, she demanded. Make me feel it tomorrow.
I slammed into her, balls slapping against her ass. Sweat slicked our skin. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper, heels digging into my back. When she came again she bit my shoulder, leaving teeth marks.
I pulled out at the last second and stroked myself over her stomach and tits, painting her with thick ropes of cum. She rubbed it into her skin, eyes half-lidded, smiling like shed just won something.
Later, in her bed, she rode me slow and deep, hands planted on my chest. Tell me how long youve wanted this, she whispered.
Since I was eighteen, I admitted. Every time you walked around in those little shorts.
She leaned down and kissed me, tongue filthy and demanding. Good boy. Now shut up and let me fuck you again.
We didnt sleep much that night. She took me in her mouth, in her ass, on the floor, against the wall. Every position raw and direct. By morning we were sore, sticky, and already planning the next time the house would be empty.
She kissed my forehead before I left for work. Same time tomorrow, she said. Dont be late.
