by Matt Tims
Jen’s eyes shot open. “You came on my panties!?”
Neither Kyle’s hand nor his eyes swayed even in the slightest. He was still lost in his memories, casually stroking his cock to his dream girl. “Yeah, I did. I washed it off the best I could and hung them back on the shower rod.”
Her right foot found the edge of the mattress—mere feet from the jock occupying her bed—while her fingers went about their mission of playing with her clit. As crazy as both yesterday and today were, the idea of a twelve-year-old cumming on her panties was even wilder. Maybe she’d met her perverted soulmate.
Kyle softly chuckled before he continued. “Later that day, we’re all out using the pool when you yell to us that lunch is ready.”
She wanted nothing more than to be able to remember this moment, but she couldn’t. Her son and his friends using the pool could’ve been a thousand different afternoons, but there was one special day six years ago which was evading her mind. It was preventing her from truly sharing this memory with him.
“We’re all eating at the table when you bend over to pick something up, and a little bit of your underwear peeked out of the top of your jeans,” Kyle grinned, opening his eyes to smile at her.
Her look of curiosity changed to one of shock. “No!”
“Yep, you were wearing those red panties,” he revealed with a big smirk.
She jumped onto the bed and lunged at him, replacing the hand that stroked his cock with her own. “I’m gonna show you something none of those little cheerleaders can,” she softly whispered into his ear.
“Oh yeah?” he asked. “And what’s that?”
She spun around, turning her back to him to reposition herself. Her perky backside which her husband didn’t even care about, stared right at him as she reached back to find his cock with her hand. The masculine grunts coming from her rear couldn’t have been any more different from Mike. This kid was about to experience everything she had to offer.
Kyle could only shake his head. Forty-eight hours ago he was fantasizing about this woman. He was playing out all the different positions and ways he wanted to fuck her in his mind, and now he was about to get her in reverse cowgirl. Dreams really do come true.
She slowly lowered herself onto his pole, the thick head of his cock finally pushing through before his fat shaft followed. It took a minute to allow her insides to adjust to his length, but primarily his girth. He was significantly bigger than anything she ever had. Even the guys before Mike weren’t hung like this kid. And that powerful body of his meant that he could potentially start hammering away at any moment. There was no controlling eighteen-year-old testosterone once it got its engine pumping, and she needed to be prepared for anything.
He couldn’t wait any longer. The hottest girl he’d ever been with was Stacy Kingston. Stacy was pretty, but she was a dud when placed next to Mrs. K. He couldn’t pass up on this chance. What if he blew his load before he was able to do all the things he wanted? And then what if they never messed around again? He couldn’t risk this situation unfolding like that.
Kyle calmly began to move his hips, the pace of his thrusts rapidly increasing in tempo as he did. She was so wet, warm, and tight, and that perfect ass bounced with every pump he took. The entire picture was something out of a porn scene, except he wasn’t jerking off in front of a laptop this time. Nope, he had the sexiest girl on Earth all to himself.
She reached her hand back and quickly found his built chest. Her head followed as she looked back in an attempt to make eye contact with him. “Stop.”
He kept pounding away.
“Stop!”
He didn’t stop.
“Stop!!!” Jen yelled with a sense of urgency.
Kyle finally froze before a distraught look grew on his face. He fucked up. He’d heard her requests to stop but he didn’t. How could he? Her pussy was like silk. The way she perfectly hugged his cock had his mind in a fog. The unbelievable feeling of being inside her was too powerful, and now she was pissed.
She would probably storm out of the room. Maybe she would call Mr. K and tell him that he’d taken advantage of her? Or what if she called Brett and confessed to everything? He’d really be screwed then. It was over. It was all over because he couldn’t follow one simple request.
But it wasn’t over. She wasn’t upset. In fact, she wasn’t annoyed in the slightest. The only thing Kyle’s reluctance to stop proved was how amazing she felt to him, and that was the ultimate compliment in her world.
Her face looked straight-ahead as she turned away from him again. “It’s my turn to show you something.”
She slowly began to shake and bounce her backside on his stiff cock, emphasizing every movement and vibration the best she could. She wanted to be his dream girl. She wanted to be his dirty little porn star. She wanted to constantly be on his mind.
He was lost in a state of stunned disbelief. His friend’s mom was twerking on his dick. She was forty-two and twerking!
“Where did you pick this up?” he asked, stunned.
“Porn,” she giggled.
“You watch porn!?” Kyle asked with a shocked tone to his voice.
He didn’t think women watched porn—especially older women. Don’t girls find that stuff disgusting and degrading? But then again, everything about her was perfect.
“Sometimes,” Jen smiled, her soft grinding morphing into stronger and faster bounces. Thuds began to ring out from her butt cheeks slamming against his pelvis as she traded her twerking for good old-fashioned riding. “Be sure to thank Mr. K the next time you see him.”
“I will,” Kyle laughed before hitting one of her bouncing cheeks with a hard slap.
Cowgirl was something she always had a difficult time with, even when her sex life with her husband was better. Mike’s dick would always slide out whenever she attempted to ride him. The bigger the better when it came to being on top, and this stud certainly wasn’t lacking in the size department.
Kyle leaned back against the headboard and placed both his hands behind his head. He was fairly certain that he was experiencing the pinnacle of his life. He felt like a king. Lying on a comfortable bed while his friend’s hot mom bounced her perfect ass on his cock. Where was there to go from here? ‘Down’ was the answer to that question, but he would ponder that observation later. He needed to enjoy the moment while it lasted.
Jen eventually slid off of him, a firm echo sounding from his hard cock slamming back against his stomach after she did. She already knew the answer to her next question thanks to her eavesdropping in the kitchen yesterday, but that didn’t mean she was above hearing an answer. This amazing kid had a fantasy, and she was going to help him live it.
“How else have you thought about fucking me?” she asked.
He hurried off the bed, pulling her with him. Seconds later, he was worshiping every inch of her defined physique: her legs, butt, back, breasts, and shoulders. His mouth and tongue didn’t miss any part of her body before his lips found her ear.
“I want to bend this sexy ass over,” he said.
Exactly what she’d expected to hear.
She placed her index finger on his nose with a smile. “Close your eyes.”
“What?” Kyle asked.
“I have a surprise for you,” she told him. “Just close ‘em”
He took a seat on the bed and followed her request. His curiosity was peaked from the noises she made while scurrying throughout the bedroom. What was she up to?
“You aren’t going to come back with a strap-on, are you?” he joked. “I think that might be more up Tom’s alley…”
“We’ll save that for another time,” she said.
Kyle’s face went flat. Another time? There would be another time!? He was already running through the countless number of fantasies he’d had about her over the years: fucking her in the pool, having her blow him while he was driving, and maybe she’d be up for going to prom with him—or maybe he could keep dreaming…
; “Okay, open ‘em!” Jen announced.
His heart stopped beating for a moment when his eyes left the darkness to meet the light of the bedroom. This angelic woman wasn’t just standing in front of him anymore—not like that wouldn’t have been good enough to begin with. His eyes traveled the length of her flawless body which glistened with sweat from the fun they’d just shared. Her toned legs, flat stomach, and her perky breasts all had a sexy shine to them, but it was something else that was grabbing his attention. She was wearing a certain something extra.
“You like?” she inquired with a seductive smile.
“Like? No, I don’t like,” he laughed, shaking his head from the still inconceivable sight that he was soaking in. “I fucking love.”
She was standing in the same platform wedge heels she’d worn during their lap dance last night. He’d thought she looked amazing in them yesterday; but boy, was he wrong. Her naked body appeared even more stunning thanks to that extra lift.
Jen strutted to the edge of the bed, grabbed onto one of the tall Gothic style bedposts, and arched her back. Her butt gave an inviting wiggle as she watched him drool from the picture he was taking in. The six inch heels were just what she needed to match his six foot, two inch frame.
“Well…” she smiled, waiting for him to make his move.
He didn’t smile back. He didn’t have anything cute or playful to say either. The look on his face was one of all business. He moved behind her, placed his strong hand on her shoulder, and rubbed his throbbing cock against her moist pussy lips.
Her body’s natural attempt to put up a fight was unsuccessful, and a loud gasp resonated from her mouth after he finally pushed inside. Sure, he was big, but she could take him. He just needed to go easy on her at first. Doggy style always made the man feel bigger. Heck, even Mike felt girthy when he was behind her, but it was never anything like this.
Kyle carefully eased into her, allowing her to catch her breath during the first few easy strokes as his hands locked onto her soft hips. This wasn’t like any type of sex he’d ever experienced. Those were girls; this was a woman. And if that wasn’t enough, then she was wearing these slutty high heels because she knew how much he loved them. It was like she was his—like he owned part of her. She wasn’t a mom or a wife anymore. She was his girl, and the pace of his movements began to increase as those feelings continued to grow.
She attempted to say something when she felt those first few rough thrusts, but came up empty. Moans were the only sounds escaping from her mouth when she attempted to speak. She’d always loved doggy style sex—especially standing doggy style. There was something so natural and primal about it. The act of a man taking a woman from behind and having his way with her seemed right. It was so dirty, raunchy, and passionate. It just felt raw and real to her. Plus, it hit all her spots in ways other sexual positions didn’t.
But as Kyle’s strong thrusts turned to a hard pounding, she quickly realized that she’d never experienced rough sex before. No one had ever laid into her with this much force. Loud thuds rang out through the bedroom from his heavy balls slapping into her helpless pussy. His pelvis hammered into her butt with every pump. His hands abruptly left her hips and moved up her body until they gripped her shoulders. This was completely new to her. A combination of his size and ferocity was making it feel like the first time all over again.
Her body tensed up as she held on to the bedpost for dear life. This couldn’t be for real. This feeling only happened from long bouts of clitoral stimulation. She couldn’t cum from sex, but there was a faint warmness lingering deep inside her—a warmness which only occurred when she was about to explode—and that heat grew with every aggressive thrust this stud laid into her with. And suddenly, she was on fire.
Her grip tightened around the bedpost, saliva pouring from her mouth as she began to twitch and shake. This kid was treating her like some slutty little cheerleader. Like some enamored coed who would do anything for a piece of his time. The only problem was that she was far too old to be one of his classmates, but maybe that didn’t matter in the end? Perhaps finally being herself was the key to real happiness.
She’d never felt so vulnerable and powerful at the same time. Magazines, the internet, friends: they’d all told her it was a myth. How many times had she heard that eighty percent of women never cum during sex? But she was no longer part of that majority of girls who’d never experienced sexual euphoria. Maybe those eighty percent of women had just never found the right guy? Perhaps they’d never ran into an eighteen-year-old stud with a big dick and a relentless sex drive? If Kyle was an anomaly in a world full of mediocre men, then she certainly wasn’t in any hurry to let him back out into the wild.
An immense sense of accomplishment shot through him from watching her tense up before going limp on his penis, and he didn’t ease up on her for a second. Should he have? He wasn’t sure, to be honest. He’d never found himself in a position like this before, so he did the one thing that made at least a little sense in his rapidly-changing reality: he continued to hammer into this helpless angel throughout the entire experience. It wasn’t exactly a tough chore either.
Weren’t older women supposed to be loose? Especially ones who’d given birth? So, why did she grip him like a glove? All of her bumps and ridges massaged his manhood as he continued to absorb her essence, but she wasn’t too tight where he had to go slow and easy on her. She was just perfect. She was so perfect that he couldn’t help but get a little cocky.
That big hand of his left her shoulder and reached for a handful of her blonde hair, roughly snapping her neck back with a simple yank. A warm breath moved to her ear as she braced himself. He was going to talk dirty to her!
“Did I give you permission to cum?” Kyle whispered.
All she could do was attempt to shake her head. Would the bedpost break with how hard he was unloading on her? The squeaks and squeals sounding from the tall wooden pole hinted at that question being answered with a ‘yes,’ but she couldn’t care less at this very moment. She just wanted it to keep going.
“Bad girl,” he breathed into her ear. “I think someone needs to be punished.”
She attempted to speak but still couldn’t find the words. All she’d been able to do over the past five minutes was shake her head and drool. Sensing this, he slowed his pace to allow her to join in on the fun.
She turned her head slightly to glance back at the hunk behind her. “I’m sorry for being such a bad girl, Daddy.”
Daddy? Had she really just called him daddy? Where had that come from? She didn’t have any kind of incest or taboo fetish. She’d never referred to anyone as daddy in twenty-five years of sex either. It was like this kid could make her behave in ways that were foreign to her, but it made sense the more she thought about it. She wanted to be dominated. She wanted to be taken and ravished, she wanted to be put in her place, and she wanted to be daddy’s little girl, and Kyle fit that role to a tee.
His thrusting hips paused the second he heard that rather out-of-place word. Daddy? He’d never had a girl call him daddy. What kind of weird stuff was she into? But maybe it wasn’t all that strange. What if she was getting off on the idea of submitting to him? That was what he truly yearned for, wasn’t it? For this amazing woman to crave and desire him. How amazing would it be for her to be thinking about him while she was at work or in bed with her husband? Yeah, it was exactly what he desired. At this moment, he came to one very simple conclusion: he wanted to be her daddy.
“What did you just call me?” he asked, eager to hear it again.
Her eyes rolled back in her head due to the rate at which he’d resumed pummeling her again. “I-I said I’m-I’m sorry, Da-Daddy.”
His fingers slipped from her hair and moved to grip each of her shoulders with his hands once more. His dick had never throbbed like this before. Listening to his friend’s forty-something-year-old mom refer to him as “Daddy” was his new biggest fetish. He wanted to own a piece of her. He needed
to permanently mark his territory. He was going to break this unbelievable woman in half.
Her mind went blank as she proceeded to be annihilated from behind. She was being stretched, filled, and completely worn out in ways previously deemed impossible. What would Mike say if he walked in on this? On a real man fucking her properly? Better yet, screw what her husband thought. She had a new guy in her life now, and something told her this wouldn’t be a one-time thing.
Kyle’s time was quickly coming to an end. Thank God he’d came back in the kitchen, or he would’ve lasted about ten seconds fucking her in this manner. The girls at school definitely couldn’t take a pounding like this, and they certainly wouldn’t be moaning for him to go harder either. Just how sexually deprived was she? How deviant did that beautiful mind of hers get?
It only took three more pumps before he knew that he was done, and a frantic, “I’m gonna cum!” was his announcement that the greatest moment of his life had officially come to an end. He pulled out and aimed his dick at her plump butt, ready to mark it as he’d fantasized about countless times throughout his youth. His seed was about to be all over her ass. This was his signature. It was his way of remembering that a little part of hers would always be his.
But Jen had a different idea.
She quickly spun to face him before dropping to her knees, her palms slamming onto the floor, and her eyes longingly gazing up at him with her lips parted. Her outstretched tongue made her intentions perfectly clear. Was it his fantasy or her fantasy at this point? She honestly didn’t know.
This perfect, kind, helpful, thoughtful mother, was in fact a complete freak. She possessed porn star-like moves and an appetite for sex that was unmatched by any girl his own age. His hand slid the length of his throbbing erection, savoring the sight of her pretty blue eyes and beautiful face smiling up at him. Her butt was one thing, but her face was a completely different story. She’d requested to be his dirty little girl. She was giving herself to him. He’d never had a woman this eager to accept him before.
