Half time

In moments, Susan was on her back in her own bed, and Jason had that tight lycra skirt rolled up past her big firm ass and was on top of her. Susan's legs opened and she smiled happily as he plowed straight into her without any further preamble. He was already well warmed up from her cock sucking so was in no mood to take things slowly.

As Jason burrowed into her over and over again, Susan hooked her legs around me and hung onto his shoulders, smiling happily up at him, delighted that he seemed to be having a good time. Jason looked down at her, rocking back and forth like she was at sea in bad weather as I buffeted her over and over again with my cock and was mesmerized by her prodigious rack. He contemplated briefly completing in her cleavage, but right now there was no way he was going to persuade his cock to emerge from her pussy until business was completed. Another time, he promised himself and began slamming into the Milf harder and harder.

Jason leaned over and brought his face close to her ear as he rocketed blissfully through her warm wet canal. "You're fucking gorgeous Susan. I wanna fuck your ass and your tits too next time!"

"Uh, sure, uh. yeah. uh." she said, her words punctuated by grunts every time Jason slammed into her pussy. "Whatever you want. 'course. That's fine honey.".

"Good", he said, arching back as he he felt himself almost ready to blow... and there it was, Jason's cum started shooting deep inside the Milf, much to her delight. Susan gasped, but he kept on thrusting and spurting his cum until he was done, ensuring she could feel herself coated in his juices to her fullest depths.

With a sigh, he slumped on top of her, letting his full weight settle on her. Susan, grimaced, but put her arms around him in as warm and welcoming a manner as she could, smiling when he rolled to one side and began playing with her left boob, levering it out of her bra to make it easier for himself. Eventually he got up and tidied himself a little before heading for the door.

Susan's husband noticed his reappearance.

"Hey Jason, You wanna watch the rest of the game? Its half time and the score's still level."

"uh, nah, thanks Vic. I gotta place to go".

"Ok, no problem. If you feel like stopping in again, just come by any time you like. Oh, buddy, I wrote Chelsea's mobile number there on that pad if you want it. Just in case you wanted to hook up with her some time and she's not about again".

Jason raised his eyebrows. "Thanks Vic", and picked up the note and stuck it in his pocket, briefly picturing the Paterson's stunning 18 year old daughter, even though he had just finished fucking her mother.

"No problem. You should call her. She'll be pissed that she was out and missed you". Vic was talking to him, but keeping an eye on the TV.

"Ok, I will, thanks"

"You gotta go already?" asked Susan, reappearing from behind Jason, buttoning up her blouse again. "I was gonna make us some lasagne. We'd love to have you for dinner. Wouldn't we Vic"?

"Yeah. Course we would".

"Thanks. I really appreciate it. You've both been great but I gotta go".

"Ok", said Susan with a disappointed expression.

"Thanks for the beer Vic", he called through to the soccer-fan, "and thanks for being a really good fuck Susan. We should do it again sometime".