Hannah's mother

There's somebody sleeping under the covers on the bed and you pull it back. It's Hannah's mother.

She's sleeping soundly face down and in the nude.

"Wow," you mutter. You can't help yourself. As you had suspected, Hannah's mother is a much hotter version of her. She must have had Hannah at a young age. Her breasts looked like they are slightly bigger than Hannah's, her ass is taunt, and her hips are slim. A perfect hourglass figure. You check her nightstand and find some lube, which you quickly apply to your cock and stroke it in excitement. You're disappointed that Hannah isn't here, but this turns out to be better. You climb onto the bed and pull Hannah's mother's legs apart to reveal her pussy. There's a thin, blonde strip above her pussy, but other than that, it looks pristine.

As drops of lube drip down from your cock onto her ass, you press your cock against her pussy lips and shove it in. You feel her body react to the introduction of your cock and she stirs in her sleep, but doesn't wake up, so you start fucking her.

Her pussy is tighter than you had expected and she feels great, causing you to let out an involuntary moan. That rouses the woman under you.

"Kevin? I thought you went to work?" Hannah's mother says into the pillow. Her eyes are still closed and she turns her head from the side to bury it in the pillow as you fuck her.

"Wow, honey. You're really excited this morning, huh?" she says.

"Uh huh," you grunt as you keep plowing her, feeling the pressure in your balls build. You lean down to kiss her on the back, while grabbing her massive breasts crudely from behind.

Finally, you ejaculate, shooting a long stream of your cum inside her, before pulling out and climbing out of the bed. Hannah's mother just lies there for a while, still sleepy, until she reaches down to touch her freshly fucked pussy.

"Wait, honey, did you forget to use a condom? You know I'm not on birth control and we don't want to have a third, right?" As she rolls over in the bed, you quickly run out of the room, slamming the door behind you to make her think that her husband was rushing off to work after a morning quickie.

"Honey?!" You said her call after you, but you're soon back at the mansion, satisfied and ready to go to work.