Take her from behind

She’d be doing laundry, thinking she was the only one home. Bottomless, having just dropped her last pair of panties on the washing machine, she’d stretch up to get the detergent, her ass hanging out, when she feels someone press up behind her. A little too tall and definitely too lean to be her husband. She’d look up at Matthew as his hands circled her waist. He’d bend her over the machine and she’d listen to the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Then he would press his young cock against her slit. There would be no need for foreplay, her neglected pussy would be eager and ready. He’d take her like the stud he was, pounding her listening to her cries echo off the walls. He’d fuck her hard and fast, giving her what she needed and…
“Mom?” Veronica jolted out of her daydream. “Are you okay? You started moaning all of a sudden.”
“No, no I’m okay Matthew.” Veronica crossed her legs under the table, hoping no one else could smell wet pussy. “I’m feeling a little sticky from my morning workout though. I think I need to go get in the shower. Martha you clean up when you’re done.”

Veronica stepped into the steaming shower, stereo turned up to drown out the sounds she planned on making. “I need to get laid,” she thought. “Sure my son’s a handsome young man. But that’s no reason to be thinking of him like that. If only Richard would do his job.”