Mrs. Allen and she wants to see you now

Opening the message, you see it's from Mrs. Allen and your dick begins to stiffen again. It says "Told fam I was going for walk. I'd rather see you instead. Text me."

Wasting no time, you quickly fire a text back, inviting her over, then brush your teeth. Just as you finish, you hear a knock at your door and you rush to get there before one of your roommates does. Opening the door, you see Mrs. Allen standing there, wearing jeans and a tight-fitting tank top, with thin, grey and white stripes. Her dark, brown hair is parted on the side and she's tucked the left side behind her ear. The look in her eyes is one of pure lust, and as you glance at the rest of her, you see her nipples are poking through the fabric, making it obvious she's not wearing a bra underneath.

Not bothering to talk, you pull her into the house and down the hall towards your room, then close and lock the door behind you. As you turn around to face her, you're greeted by the site of Mrs. Allen with her jeans unfastened, and pulling her shirt up to expose her tits.

"Do you know that your big cock has ruined sex for me with my husband?" she asks, moving towards you without a hint of malice in her voice. "All I've been able think about when he fucks me is your thick, hard, baby-maker stretching me out instead and you cumming all over my face and tits again." she tells you as she begins rubbing your rapidly hardening member through your shorts. "Fuck! My pussy is dripping just talking about it!"

Grabbing her by her plump ass, you pull her against your body and look down, locking eyes with her. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either Mrs. Allen. If you want to know the truth, I dreamt about fucking you just last night." You're not sure if she'd appreciate the entirety of your dream so you decide to leave out the detail of cucking her husband, for now. "I woke up so hard and horny, I had to jerk myself off to release the pressure. When I came, I moaned out your name, picturing myself cumming inside you."

"Oh god, you don't know how bad I want that!" she says grinding her crotch into yours. "Tell me more about your dream. How were you fucking me?" she asks, pulling away from you and lifting her tank top off over her head to give you an unobscured view of her tits.

You follow her lead, pulling your shirt off then dropping your shorts to the floor to expose your rock hard member as you tell her how you fantasized being on top while you had her folded in half.

"When you called out my name, did you call me Brenda or Mrs. Allen?" she asks you next while her finger tips trace circles around her pert nipples, her body flush with arousal .

"Mrs. Allen" you respond, never really considering anything different, as that's all you've ever called her since you've met.

"Oh god, I was hoping you'd say that." she says obviously aroused by your answer. "I don't want you to stop calling me Mrs. Allen. Hearing you say it out loud makes it feel more real, more taboo, and reminds me I'm fucking someone young enough to be my son. It gets me off even more."

"Forget the fact that I'm young enough to be your son! It's even better that I'm dating your daughter and could actually be your future son-in-law!" you say as you reflexively start rubbing the tip of your cock head. "It's so hot to think I could be fucking my mother-in-law behind her daughter's back."

"Or how about having her sucking on this big, meaty, cock?" she asks, suddenly dropping to her knees in front of you. She wastes no time in grabbing your shaft and licking from the base to the tip, her blue eyes staring up at you the entire time.

"Mmmmmm! Oh baby, I can taste some of the cum still on your dick! Fuck! You taste so good!" she cries out before taking you into her mouth. "Mmm! Mmmm! Mmmmm!" she moans with her mouth wrapped around you, carrying on like it's the best thing she's ever tasted in her life.

Mrs. Allen knows what she's doing, taking half your length into her warm, wet mouth while her hand squeezes and pumps the lower half. Her mouth and hand continue to work in unison, while her nimble tongue begins traveling across and flicking the underside of your dick, sending jolts through your body. You've had plenty of girls suck your cock over the years, and in just the few seconds she's been working on you, you already know Mrs. Allen is one of the most talented you've ever had, and though they're very good, better than both her daughters. You proceed to tell her as much, saying "Holy shit Mrs. Allen! That's so fuckin' good! Fuck! You're so much better than your daughters!".

Her hair begins bouncing around as she picks up her pace, bobbing her head on your cock with obvious enthusiasm, intent on showing you just how much better she really is. It's like she's the perfect combination of Tia's skill and precision and Nicky's aggressiveness with twenty-plus years of experience, and she soon has the cum in your balls boiling.

Feeling your nut sack tighten, she senses you may be close to blowing your load, so she changes her technique, removing her hand and using only her mouth and tongue, licking and slurping every inch so that it glistens with her saliva. Once satisfied she's thoroughly lubed you up, she opens her mouth wide, then begins swallowing you down, inch by inch, until your full length is down her throat. Mrs. Allen looks up at you to see your reaction as her chin bumps up against your balls and the corners of her mouth lift in a small smile as you groan out in pleasure.

"Oh fuck Mrs. Allen! You dirty little MILF!" you call out. "Neither one of your daughters has been able to take all of me before! But now that you've started, you better finish!" you say, placing a hand on the back of her head to let her know what you mean.

Mrs. Allen seems to understand what you want and begins bobbing her head on your member. It doesn't take her much time at all before she's fucking you with her throat, her hair flailing around her face as she works you like a cock-starved whore. It's obviously not her first time having her throat fucked before, because, even though her eyes are watering, she barely even gags as you hit the back of her throat and only pauses occasionally to catch her breath.

For the next few minutes, she expertly works your cock and balls, rapidly jerking you off when she needs to pause for air, but quickly going back to gobbling down your spit-soaked length, slipping you past her tonsils, and taking you back down her throat. Before you know it, her expertise has the cum boiling in your balls and you can feel your imminent release is near as she begins to pull back again. You let out another loud groan then reach to hold her head in place with your hand to prevent your dick from slipping from her mouth. "Fuck! Mrs. Allen! Don't stop, I wanna cum in your mouth!" you tell her without releasing your hold. You can see the corners of her mouth curl up in a grin, even as she has her lips are wrapped around your fat cock, and you watch in awe as she hilts your cock once more. The final plunge into her throat is enough to push you over the edge and your first blast erupts from your cock, shooting straight down her throat. Your knees buckle slightly as the intense orgasm makes them go weak, but Mrs. Allen grabs hold of your ass and keeps your cock lodged deep in her throat as you continue pumping your salty load into her belly.

As the pulses of your orgasm slow and gradually end, Mrs. Allen finally pulls off of your cock, smiling wide as she grabs you by the base and licks the last drop of spunk from the tip of your cockhead. Looking down at the sexy MILF below you, you see that though she did an admirable job, Mrs. Allen wasn't quite able to swallow every last drop down, and a small amount has leaked out from the corner of her mouth. That, combined with her disheveled hair, flushed skin, and smeared mascara gives her an even sluttier appearance.

Noticing that she now has your attention, she looks up at you and smiles. "I can't remember the last time I had a cock that big down my throat. I'm actually kinda surprised I was able to do it." she says with a laugh. "And how was it for you, David? Was it everything you'd fantasized about?"

"Shit Mrs. Allen, all that and more." you tell her, taking her hand and helping her stand before you sit down on your bed, exhausted. "That was incredible!"

She wipes the tears from the corners of her eyes and attempts to fix her hair before sitting down, practically on top of you. "That's just a little sample of the things I want to do with you." she says into your ear, while fondling your now softening member. "I'd love to have you return to favor, but I really should get going. If I'm gone for much longer, my family might start to wonder where I went. Is there somewhere I can get washed up a little?" she asks, rising from the bed.

You show her the door to the bathroom and slip your shorts back on while she gets washed up. Picking up her shirt from the ground, you hand it back to her as she exits the bathroom, looking slightly less disheveled, but still like she was put through the ringer. Seeing the look on your face, she laughs as she's also noticed the futility of her attempts. "You really did a number on me. I'm a mess! I guess I'll have to hope no one pays too much attention to me when I get home and try to quickly sneak into the shower. From now on, I guess I'll have to bring some makeup and a hair brush with me." she says, still laughing as she slips her shirt back over her head.

As ready as she'll ever be to leave, you peak out your door to make sure your roommates aren't around, then walk Mrs. Allen back to the front door. The two of you say your goodbyes, then you close the door behind her and make your way back to your room, thinking that this Saturday might be starting off even better than last.