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A Neighborhood Mom on Her Anniversary - Ian Snow - Medium

Ian Snow 6-7 minutes 10/6/2022
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Some fucking idiots were meant to lose their wives. Connor thanked God Mr. Thorne was one of them, because at that moment, Mrs. Thorne — Irene — was bent over her kitchen table, black panties bunched to one side, her silk camisole the only thing attempting to cover her bare ass. And every inch of Connor’s huge cock was buried inside her warm, tight cunt.

The slim MILF twisted her head to the side as Connor thrust into her, his cock still slick from her eager mouth and tongue. When she called him in from the yard work and tugged the eighteen-year-old’s jeans down, she practically drooled when she saw the size of him.

Now she was literally drooling for him like she was some sort of porn goddess, her smile vacant and eyes glossy as spittle ran out of the corner of her mouth and streaked the table with every hard thrust. Words no longer emanated from her mouth, only gurgles and whimpers of pleasure. Connor came once already, filling her mouth, her throat, her belly when she swallowed his thick cream down. Now… now he could go forever.

Her big mommy tits squashed against the table. The rest of her was slim and trim, and she was so light the football stud could throw her around however he wanted. Like now, after her fifth or sixth or whatever-the-fuck-it-was orgasm, he jerked out of her with a wet, sucking plop and flipped Irene over to lean down and suck on one of her big, dark nipples before thrusting back into her. He gave her ten solid thrusts, an “urgh, urgh, urgh!” from her with every one of them. Then he stopped to suck the other nipple, clamping on it hard and nipping it with his teeth. Irene scratched at his back and kicked her legs at the new sensation, her eyes rolling up as she went utterly breathless again.

The hot mom and wife’s makeup ran from tears of pleasure and the moments when he shoved his cock deep enough in her mouth that she couldn’t breathe. There had been no tears for her cracked and irrevocably broken marriage. When she told Connor her husband thought golf was more important than their anniversary and the barely legal teenager went to cup her jaw with his rough hand, she hadn’t turned away or even flinched. She sank to her knees, right there, right then, and she sucked him.

Now, her head continued to twist and writhe as he pounded her pussy, owning it with every stroke. He roped his arms under her back and lifted her up off the table, fucking up into her as he staggered through the kitchen and into the living room, dropping her onto the couch and resting one foot on the floor as he kept fucking that sweet MILF cunt. The spill of her dark lob against a couch cushion incensed him even more, and words started falling from his mouth.

“Take it, Mrs. Thorne, take my cock…”

“Ungh huh, ungh huh, mmmmmnnnngh,” she moaned.

The house rattled with the sound of the attached garage door rolling up. They both glanced lazily in that direction. Mrs. Thorne looked back up at Connor and whimpered, “Don’t stop.”

“On your hands and knees, then. Let’s give him a show and make him regret ever leaving you behind.”

She licked her lips and did as he told her, her arms shaking from the effort of staying upright. Her head jerked forward as he impaled her with his dick one more time, hitting her cunt’s every pleasure center and making her mouth fall open.

“Oh… my… fuck, that’s so goooood!” she wailed, and Connor didn’t think it was emphasized for the benefit of her husband. “Smack my ass, spank it hard!”

A car door, then, as Connor gripped Mrs. Thorne’s waist with one hand and cracked her ass with the palm of the other, the sound of the door between the garage and the house opening.

“Irene?” Mr. Thorne called. “Did I hear you yell?”

“Ungh, ungh, he’s deep, he’s so fucking deep inside me, oh fuck,” Irene cried out, her head dipping low.

“Irene!”

In between smacks of his hands and his balls against the hot mom’s skin, Connor looked aside at the forty-something douchebag. “Hey Mr. Thorne! Wanted to say-” he drove into Irene again, and her arms gave out, her head dropping low and cheek brushing the couch “-thanks for hiring me on to do your lawn. Crappy pay, but man, I’m loving the benefits.”

“You little fuck!” Mr. Thorne said. It was more of a wail.

“How was the — ungh! — golf game, honey?” Irene asked, and giggled deliriously.

Connor drove into her again and again. “I’m gonna come now, you hot MILF slut. Where do you want it?”

“My pussy, my pussy, come inside meeee,” she wailed.

“I-Irene!” Mr. Thorne whimpered, his hand going out to the wall, barely staying upright. He turned and fled, and Connor drove deep one more time, coming again, flooding her pussy.

They took a few minutes like that, Irene still with her ass high in the air, her face against the leather, Connor catching his breath and letting himself soften before pulling out. His come drizzled down onto the leather. He helped her to a sitting position, but when he offered to clean her up, she shook her head.

“You’d better go,” she said, her voice hoarse. “I don’t think you should be here when he comes back.”

“He won’t hurt you, will he?”

She gave him a cryptic smile. “No.” A wink. “I know where all his bodies are buried, metaphorically speaking.”

Connor had no idea what that meant but he went and retrieved his clothes anyways. He came back in when he was dressed, gave her one more squeeze on the ass, and then he was gone, cheerful and sated.

Irene Thorne staggered to her feet and looked out the window at the departing car. She chuckled to herself and picked up her phone. A moment later, her husband picked up.

“Holy. Shiiiit,” he breathed.

“Right?” she asked, collapsing back onto the couch. It was still messy from her and Connor’s efforts. She liked that, liked the filth against her skin. She always had, since the first time they tried this so long ago on vacation for their first anniversary.

“And he never noticed the cameras?”

“Nope.”

“Get the lube. I’m coming home and taking your ass.”

She moaned. “See you soon. Thank you again. Best husband ever.”

“I can’t wait to watch. Happy anniversary.”