Fill her from behind

I was unwilling to wait any longer to satisfy my hunger. I turned my friend’s mother towards the nearest countertop and bent her over at the waist. She sent food and kitchenware tumbling to the ground as her hands braced herself. I grabbed the low hem of her dress and pulled it up and over her waist. Then with a quick tug I pulled down her tights and white lace underwear just enough to expose her ass. She gasped.

Her skin was creamy white and I could see the blonde tufts of her thick bush in between her legs. I grabbed her left knee and brought it up onto the edge of the counter. This stretched both the nylon and lace to their limits but I didn’t care. I wanted her pussy open and available. No sooner had I shucked my own pants down to my ankles than I had my hard cock in my hand, the tip spearing into her spread open lips.

Finally she spoke.

“Do it. Do it, Michael.” She wasn’t keeping her voice small anymore.

I took hold of her waist and rocked my hips forward. She was so short I had to bend my knees to get the right angle. I was working myself in and out, going an inch deeper every time. She felt so good. Even though she was a bit loose. Even though she wasn’t very wet. She was still so forbidden. So off limits.

“God that’s good, Annette,” I grunted.

“Don’t you blaspheme... in my house...” she said. Until I bottomed out and started to spread her ass cheeks apart with my body. Then all she could say was, “Good God YES!” while she bounced herself back towards me.

With all of this movement her panties soon rose back up her thighs. I could feel the delicate lace rubbing the underside of my cock. Then the tights followed suit and my balls were bumping into a thin wall of nylon with every thrust. I wasn’t going to last much longer with all this stimulation. And neither was Annette.

“So good, Mikey. You feel so good,” she managed to say between moans.