“I’m sorry Tim, but Fred won’t be home until Saturday,” Mrs. Wilson said. I was home on break from college and had come over to see if one of my buddies was around.
I kicked at the snow and shrugged. “Tell him I stopped by.” I glanced at Mrs. Wilson, eyeing her appreciatively. Her hair was long and brown, streaked with silver, but her body was as tight as a twenty-five year old. Her breasts were high and firm, and her hips were slim, over a nicely curved stomach.
“Would you like to come in and have something to drink? It’s awfully cold out there.” I smiled at her and went inside. She made me some cocoa, and then we sat around the kitchen table and chatted. “You’ve grown up so much,” she said, placing her hand on my thigh. “You’ve gotten very handsome.” Her hand inched higher.
I blushed. “Aw, Mrs. Wilson.” My thigh muscle tensed in reaction to her touch, my cock standing at attention, bulging against my jeans.
“Do you find me attractive, Tim?” she asked. She boldly slid her hand up my leg and pressed it against my cock. I gasped and my dick throbbed against her palm.
“You’re - you’re beautiful,” I said. I was stunned by her forward actions. She leaned forward so I could see her cleavage under her low-cut sweater.
“I appreciate it, coming from a young man like yourself. A virile,” she squeezed my prick and I moaned, “young man.” She leaned forward and kissed me. I didn’t waste any time, I kissed her back, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as she massaged my dick through my pants. I slid my hands up her soft sweater and squeezed her tits. She made a little moan and squeezed my cock in return.
Without moving my mouth from hers, I moved my hands to her thighs and slid them up under her skirt until my fingers found her hot, wet cunt. Mrs. Wilson gasped and fumbled at my zipper, reaching inside my boxers and pulling out my stiff dick. She pumped it a few times as I tried to worm my hand inside her panties. Finally, in frustration I stood up and wrapped my hands around Mrs. Wilson’s slender waist, lifting her onto the kitchen table.
Mrs. Wilson laughed in pleasure, wrapping her fist around my cock again as I leaned down to kiss her. I slipped my hands under her sweater and fondled her tits, moving her bra cups down so I could pinch her nipples. She was squirming under me like crazy, pulling my pants down around my hips so she could squeeze my balls.
“I want you to fuck me, Tim,” she said, and then kissed me again. I groaned at her forward invitation and pushed up her skirt, tearing at her panties until they were around her knees. Mrs. Wilson lay back on the table, her sweater pushed up so I could see those beautiful tits I’d fantasized about in high school. I pulled her towards me, my prick poised at the wet entrance to her cunt, and thrust in slowly as I leaned down to suck on her nipples.
“Oh yes,” she cried out. Her cunt was warm and tight, despite the three kids she had had. I sucked and chewed on her hard nipples, rolling them between my tongue as I began to push in and out of her cunt. Mrs. Wilson went wild, scraping her nails over my flexing ass, swearing at me, her eyes closed tight.
I pulled up so I was standing as I screwed her, and put my hand on her clit, rubbing in slow circles as I pumped my dick in and out of her cunt. Mrs. Wilson’s hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them together and rubbing them as she hooked her feet behind my ass, pulling me deeper into her with each stroke.
Mrs. Wilson pinched her nipples and arched her back off the table, screaming as she came, her clit throbbing against my fingers. I quickly withdrew my hand and grabbed her hips, pounding into her pulsing pussy in earnest. She kept swearing, cursing like a sailor as I drilled her with my hard dick. “Fuck me harder, harder!” she kept screaming. I tried to comply, dicking her so hard that the table shook, and then she sank her fingernails into my ass and I bucked forward, shooting my load deep inside her.
We were still for a moment, both of us panting, when we heard a car in the driveway. “Shit,” I said, and we both fumbled at our clothes, Mrs. Wilson pulling on her panties again just as the door opened and Fred came in.
“Honey, I thought you weren’t coming home until Saturday,” Mrs. Wilson said, hugging her son.
“I changed my mind. Hey, Tim, what are you doing here?” Fred shook my hand, which was sticky with the juices from his mom’s cunt.
“Just hanging out,” I said, and Mrs. Wilson and I exchanged a private smile.
