Nailed

Maggie and Chad were watching some of his game film together. Maggie wasn't a football fan, but she was a fan of the well-built 18 year old beside her. She was plying him with beer.

"That was a good catch, dear," Maggie said. Chad nodded, mollified by the praise.

"I'd been practicing that one. But me hurdling this motherfucker, that was all me," he said boastfully. He took another beer, downing it. He looked down, and the older redhead was staring at his cock through his shorts.

"See something you like?" he asked cockily.

"Oh yeah," Maggie said, having drunk too much wine herself. She leaned down, kissing it through the shorts.

"Let's take it to the bedroom," he said, turning off the TV.

***

His bedroom was like a high schooler's bedroom. Filled with trophies, pictures of favored athletes, bands. But his cock, Maggie thought, looking at the nine inch pecker, the greater son of the sire, this was a man's cock.

He had the redheaded MILF on her back, slapping his cock against her pussy, letting the tip tease her thick clit. She groaned, arching up to get her sex against him, to get him inside her. He smirked, then pushed, burying his long fat fuckpole inside her. She grunted noisily. And then he fucked her, like she needed to be fucked. Like she'd always craved, instead of being the concubine to a series of older men.

Outside, Robin and Carrie listened to the carnal mating inside. The pounding that Chad was giving her mom could be heard in every corner of the house. She bit her finger. God, her mom could be so randy sometimes. She and Carrie chuckled.