I sat at my best friend's kitchen table, watching his mother rinse dishes in those tight jeans that hugged her legendary curves. For years I'd fantasized about that ass, wondering what it would taste like if I ever got the nerve to try. "You boys want coffee or are you just going to stare?" she asked with a sharp smirk, her voice dripping with that no-nonsense wit that always kept me in line.
My friend strolled in and grabbed a chair, oblivious. "Mom, stop bossing us around. He's been quiet all afternoon." The tension in the room thickened as I stood without a word, my pulse racing. In one bold motion I bent her over the table, yanking down her jeans to expose that perfect ass. "What the hell are you doing?" my friend gasped, frozen in shock.
I dove in, tongue exploring her ass with hungry strokes while she gasped but didn't pull away. "That's how your mother tastes," I muttered to him, lost in the moment. She twisted her head, eyes flashing with strength. "If you're going to taste, make it count, or get out of my kitchen," she shot back wittily, her tone commanding even as her body responded.
Her pussy grew wet and dripping under my touch, making her horny as I kept licking. My cock went hard instantly, straining against my pants. "Your friend's got a talented tongue, but let's see if he can handle more than just ass," she teased him, panting slightly while staying fully in control. I slid a hand forward, fingers finding her slick folds as sweat began beading on our skin.
She reached back, gripping my hard cock through my jeans. "Pull that out and maybe you'll earn a blowjob," she ordered with a grin, turning the shock on my friend into something electric. I obliged, and she stroked me while I continued devouring her ass, both of us sweating and panting. "Your mother tastes very good," I told him again, voice thick with ecstasy.
The build hit its peak as she came hard, her juices dripping down my chin, and I followed, my cock pulsing as I came across the floor. We stayed locked in that heated rhythm, her strong hands guiding every move until we both collapsed forward, breathless.
She straightened her jeans with a satisfied wink, leaving my friend stunned and the air charged with unfinished promise.
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