Make Sophia Bounce

She didn’t pull away as he guided her to the back of his van. There wasn’t a good reason to follow him. Maybe it was feeling loneliness or grief over her crumbling marriage. Or the odd charm the stranger seemed to give off. Or perhaps it was the hand of a perverted higher power guiding her choices and fate.

He pulled her in close, his back against the van. He kissed her, before moving to her neck eliciting a moan. He reached over opening the back door. They pivoted, Lindsey fell backwards with a yelp onto the bed in his van. “Don’t worry Momma, Kyle’s got ya,” he cooed climbing in after her.

Lindsey clambered fully onto the bed, while Kyle closed the door behind them. A curtain between the seats and the back make it dark, but it quickly came to life as a string of lights came on, Kyle’s hand on a switch. The string slowly faded from one color to the next, the van cast in red, then blue, then green and purple only to repeat.

Kyle quickly pulled his jersey over his head, his smooth scrawny chest cast in the shifting light. “Damn Momma, yo bitties is poppin’.”

“Than—“ her words cut short as she laughed when Kyle quickly pounced on her jumping straight into a motorboat.

He pulled the knot free of her shirt, snaking a hand under her to work the clasp of her bra. He fumbled for a second, while still kissing and licking across any exposed titflesh. Everything sprung free as the bra finally came unclasped.

“Momma, my god, Mommppmmrrah,” he said, stopping to motorboat Lindsey again. Kyle pushed down his athletic shorts and underwear in a fluid motion while keeping his face buried in Lindsey’s chest.

Lindsey’s eyes go wide when Kyle leans up giving her a full view of his manhood, and it’s more than considerable length and girth. Her mouth hung open as she gave a hushed, “Wow.”

He smirked, “It’s all for you, Momma. Want a taste?” He didn’t wait for a response as he flopped down next to her, his cock standing erect in the air. With a hand stretched out to cup her cheek he gently guided her, she flipped onto her knees grasping Kyle’s massiveness. “That’s it Momma.”

He groaned as Lindsey laid a first kiss against his bulbous cockhead. “It’s so big,” she said, her lips brushing over his frenulum. Kyle smirked, knowing that her words rung true. She flicked her tongue over the ridge of the head, eliciting a groan from Kyle. She opened wide taking his cock into her mouth, depressing her tongue with its considerable girth, gagging as she pushed as far as she could.

He ran his fingers through her auburn hair, pulling her off his cock, spit strands stretching and snapping. He leaned up licking along her neck, as he messed with her pants. She half stood, shimmying from her bottoms, kicking them off. She knelt back in Kyle’s lap, his cock slick with her spit pressed between their stomaches.

He flipped them onto her back, “Damn Momma, yur fine as hell.” He slapped his cock against her mound, “Tell me how much you want it, Momma.”

She bit her lip as Kyle’s cock slapped against her in a rhythmic pattern, “I need your big,” she caught the member in her hand, “fat,” she closed her grasp stroking him slowly, “cock,” he groaned as squeezed, “in my tight,” her free hand cupped his balls, “wet pussy.”

“Damn Momma, you’re a dirty little freak,” he groaned leaning down to kiss her. He pulled his hips back, letting Lindsey guide his engorged member to her entrance.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as he pushed into her, inch after inch burying itself within her. “There’s so much,” she shifted her hips. Her moans grew as he slowly pumped in and out of her, giving her time to adjust. His pace picked up, the van rocking with the motion.

He sucked on her nipple while teasing the other. Lindsey’s hand snaked between them, touching herself as Kyle pounded into her. Her back arching as pleasure built, her moans competed against the screeching of the rocking van.

“I’m going to cum,” she moaned.

Kyle kept pounding her into the mattress, the van shaking around them, “Cum for me Momma. I want to feel you cumming on my fat cock.” He kept fucking her as he leaned back to watch as her orgasm rolled over her. Her body contracting around his cock, as her back arched, pushing her breasts further into the air. Her moans of ecstasy sounding through the parking lot.

In the final spasms of Lindsey’s climax, Kyle pulled out provided the final strokes to reach his own end. His dick erupted again and again as his jizz painted Lindsey’s torso. “Whew, Momma you drained me good,” he sighed collapsing on the bed next to her.

With the mind blowing orgasm passing, Lindsey breathed heavy. The troubles of the day felt more distant. But as she settled, she knew she needed to get to work or she’d have another problem on her plate.

“I was on my way to a pickup game, you wanna be my cheerleader, Momma?” Kyle asked propping himself up to look over her nude form. It was crazy that Lindsey was even considering it, she needed to go to work. And yet, she paused glancing over Kyle and imagining another time with him.