I strolled into the kitchen expecting at least a half-hearted 'happy birthday' from my buddy's crew, but there she was—Elena, my friend's mom, leaning against the counter with that razor-sharp smirk. 'Well, if it isn't the birthday boy himself. I forgot, alright? Sue me. Last-minute present? How about these?' She arched an eyebrow and cupped her full tits through her silk blouse, offering them like a dare.
'You're kidding,' I shot back, pulse racing. 'Your son's best friend gets a titty consolation prize? That's your idea of witty?'
Elena laughed, low and throaty, stepping closer. 'Oh honey, you think you're the first to call me out? These are prime real estate—better than some lame card. But only if you can keep up.' Her hand brushed my arm, and suddenly my cock was hard, straining against my jeans. She noticed immediately, eyes gleaming. 'Look at that—already throbbing. Horny much?'
I swallowed, trying to match her fire. 'You're the one flashing the goods. What happens when I say yes?'
She grabbed my belt, pulling me flush against her. 'Then I take what I want. Drop those pants.' In seconds she was on her knees, delivering a slick blowjob that had me panting, her tongue working magic while my cock twitched in her mouth. 'Fuck, Elena—your mouth's dripping wet already.' She pulled off with a wicked grin. 'That's nothing. Feel how wet my pussy is.'
We tumbled to the couch, her strong hands guiding me as she shed her clothes. I gripped her ass, thrusting deep into her dripping pussy while she rode me hard, sweating and moaning commands. 'Harder—don't you dare hold back.' She came first, clenching around me, then milked my cock until I exploded, cum spilling as we both panted in the aftermath. 'Best forgotten birthday ever,' she whispered, already plotting round two.
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