Shouldn't.

Amanda moans softly, her resistance crumbling as pleasure surges through her. "Seth, please... the kids will be out of school soon..." she breathes, even as her back arches to press her breast more firmly into his hand.

"Five more minutes," he promises, speaking with a husky edge as he shifts her slightly, positioning her so she's straddling his lap. "Five minutes," he repeats, punctuating the words with a thrust of his hips that presses his hardening cock against her ass. One hand grips her hip while the other guides her backward onto him, his tip sliding between her slick folds.

Amanda gasps as he fills her, her body adjusting to his size as he slowly pushes inside. Her fingers dig into his thighs as he holds her there, letting her feel every inch of him stretching her. "Oh god," she whimpers, her head falling forward.

Seth groans, his hands moving to her waist to control her movements. "Ride me," he commands, voice rough with need. "Slow at first." Amanda hesitates, her hands gripping Seth's thighs as she slowly rises and falls, the thick length of him dragging against her inner walls. Her muscles clench and release around him, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through her body. The sound of her wetness fills the air as she moves, punctuated by their labored breathing and Seth's encouraging words.

Seth's fingers dig into her hips, guiding her movements as she rides him. "That's it," he growls, his other hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. "Fuck, you feel amazing." He pulls her hair gently, arching her back as he thrusts up into her from below. The motion is swift and powerful, sending shockwaves of intense pleasure through her core. His cock pulses inside her, the thick length stretching and filling her completely. She moans loudly, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent house as she loses herself in the overwhelming sensation.

Amanda's movements become more erratic, her hips bucking as she chases her release. Seth's grip on her hair tightens, his thrusts becoming more frenzied as he feels her approaching orgasm. He pulls her down hard onto his lap, grinding against her clit as he buries himself deep inside her.

"Come for me," he demands, his words rough with need as he feels her walls clench around him. Amanda's body convulses, her back arching as the orgasm rips through her. Her nails score down Seth's thighs as she cries out, her inner walls fluttering and gripping his cock like a vice. The overwhelming intensity forces her head back against Seth's shoulder, her entire body shuddering with the force of her climax.

Seth groans deeply as she milks his cock, his own release building rapidly. He holds her close, grinding his hips up to prolong her pleasure as she rides out the waves of ecstasy. His hot breath fans across her neck, mingling with her whimpers of intense satisfaction.

As the last tremors fade, Amanda slumps back against him, boneless and spent. Seth wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close as her breathing gradually slows. His cock is still buried deep inside her, twitching occasionally as aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her body. He nuzzles against her neck, placing soft kisses along her shoulder as he savors the feel of her surrounding him so perfectly.

"You're so beautiful when you come," he murmurs against her skin. His hands roam her body, tracing the contours of her hips and waist before sliding up to cup her breasts. He kneads the soft flesh gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples which are still pebbled and sensitive from her climax.

Amanda whimpers softly, her body still hypersensitive to his touch. Seth's hands continue their exploration of your body, his touch both tender and possessive as he caresses every curve. His fingers trail lower, tracing the underside of her breasts before moving down to rest on her stomach. His cock remains buried inside her, still thick and hard despite the numerous recent orgasms.

"You feel so good," he says softly, his breath warm against her ear. "I love how you fit me perfectly." His hips give a slow, deliberate roll, drawing another soft moan from Amanda’s lips as he massages her inner walls with his movement.

"I've got... I've got to go," Amanda manages to gasp, her body still crackling with pleasure as her domestic responsiblities begin to weigh on her mind. She was going to be late to pick Abigail and Martin up.

Amanda's body tenses as she forces herself to pull away from Seth, her skin still flushed and tingling from their intimacy. She can feel his cum leaking from her pussy, sticky between her thighs, and the persistent ache deep inside her from being so thoroughly fucked. The guilt surges hot in her chest as she thinks of her children waiting at school. The musk of sex hangs heavy in the air—her daughter's childhood perfume bottles and stuffed animals now overwhelmed by the lewd scent of their coupling.

"I'm late," she whispers hoarsely, scrambling off the bed and immediately missing the feel of Seth's body against hers. "I've got to go."

"Then go, Mrs. Reynolds," Seth tells her as he lounges naked on her daughter's bed, his young muscular body glistening with sweat as he reaches down for his still semi-hard cock, stroking it slowly as his eyes drift admiringly over her naked body. "I'll be back later," he assures her with a possessive smile.

Amanda feels her face flush hotter as she watches Seth stroke himself, her body responding traitorously to his casual dominance even as her mind screams at her to leave. The wetness between her thighs grows slicker as she hurries from Abigail's room, rushing down the hall to the bedroom she shares with Henry. Her fingers shake as she pulls a bra and panties from her dresser, hastily pulling them on, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. Every movement makes her painfully aware of the persistent ache in her pussy, the way her inner walls clench around nothing, remembering how full they had been moments before.

Amanda's fingers fumble as she fastens her blouse, her breathing still uneven from both exertion and residual arousal. The fabric feels rough against her sensitive skin, her nipples still peaked and aching beneath her bra. She catches her reflection in the mirror—a woman of nearly fifty with flushed skin and swollen lips, her hair tousled and eyes bright with shameful satisfaction. The knowledge that her young daughter is waiting for her at school makes her stomach twist with guilt and perverse excitement.

She grabs her phone from the nightstand, grimacing at the time—she's already fifteen minutes late to pick up Abigail and Martin. Amanda quickly brushes her hair and applies a thin layer of lip gloss, trying to look as composed as possible. She hurries downstairs, grabbing her purse and keys before heading out to her car. As she pulls out of the driveway, she catches a glimpse of Seth watching from Abigail’s bedroom window, a knowing smirk on his face.