You fuck Mrs Harding

All notions of common sense or propriety were utterly silenced by the sheer amount of lust that filled your being. You swallowed back your fear and walked into the bedroom.

For one horrifying moment Mrs Harding completely froze. Both of you remained in place, looking at each other and waiting for the other to react. When no explosion of vitriol or disgust came, something seemed to pass over the milf’s face. A certainty filled her eyes and slowly she stood up and walked boldly over towards you.

“How long were you watching?” She asked, voice hard.

“I ah..I just…”

She pressed a finger to your mouth. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. What I did to you the other night…it was horrible. It was wrong. I’ve known you since you were a child. Your mom is a friend of mine. And...you’re my daughter’s best friend,”she winced, “more than that. She’s been in love with you forever.”

You were startled by that admission, startled out of the lust fog that had clouded your thoughts, but when you made to talk the milf silenced you once again. “It’s so goddamned wrong of me….but why can’t I get you out of my head? Why can’t I stop thinking about you, and that cock of yours?”

She grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into a hungry kiss, something you were too stunned to properly reciprocate. Mrs Harding broke it off after a moment and looked at you with a mixture of frustration and hunger. “I think there’s only one way I’m going to get over this.”

You were thrown back onto the bed, the woman quickly stripping you of your clothes. Without another word, she squat over your aching cock and lowered herself. The warmth that surrounded you was godly, your chest and lungs feeling fluttery as she impaled herself until her succulent ass was resting against your lap.

You couldn’t believe it, your friend’s mom was riding your dick with everything she had, the hot, tight confines of her womanhood constricting it with vengeance. “So fucking good,” she hissed, “how the fuck does this eighteen year old cock feel so good in me?”

“ Mrs Harding…” you groaned.

“Don’t talk,” she growled. “Just let me fuck you. Let me…” she laughed and moaned pleasantly, “ohhh god, that’s so fuckin good. Why didn’t I do this sooner?”

She worked your length like an expert, savouring every inch of cock flesh you had to offer. An angry grin crossing her face. “Gonna fuck myself silly on this dick…”

And she did just that, rising and falling aggressively onto your dick, a hungry, predatory look in her eye. You could see that she was disgusted with herself, the situation, but also how much she craved it. Her face contorted as her release drew near, and soon the fluttering of her depths began to tip you over the edge.

“Gonna cum,” you croaked, “Mrs Harding I…”

That didn’t deter her. “Get it inside! FUCK! Yes! Pump that hot fucking cum right into me! Give Tina a sibling!”

The words were shocking, but they coaxed an ungodly amount of cum out of you. Your dick pumped and spurted deep into her womb while she groaned another orgasm. Your head span, and soon the mature woman collapsed onto you.