Fucked So Hard I Can't Walk Right

Preface

This is an unplanned follow up to 'Shoot Your Hot Cum Deep In My Womb'

If you read that one and enjoyed it, this one is also for you.

I felt flattered when so many of you said you loved how I described seducing my son's friend, Peter.

It is a privilege so many of you enjoy my writing. Leaving a comment is like leaving me a little gift. The least I want is for anyone who reads my stories to feel I have delivered on my side of our deal. I write and you read. I never want to have wasted ten minutes of anyone's time reading the smut I upload. Comments fuel my writing.

Disclaimer

All characters are over 21. All characters consent to events in the story.

Prologue

Original story catch-up : I seduced my son's friend, Peter in a layby after catching him playing with my used panties. He fucked me and filled me with his cum. I loved the thrill of the outdoors and the dangers of unprotected sex.

Peter is back, spending a Sunday afternoon with my son, playing video games. I know I lured him into my trap once, but can I reel him in each time I feel frisky and want to play?

Fucked So Hard I Can't Walk Right

Two weeks pass and Peter is back playing xbox with my son, Andrew. Andrew sits in the armchair by the patio doors. The sun shines in from the garden. Peter sits on the end of the settee nearest him.

They play their game in split screen mode on the main TV, here in the living room. Andrew is on the right and Peter is on the left. They creep around a disused warehouse looking for zombies. You know they find one when they leap around in their seats and shout at the TV.

The zombie-fest engrosses them as I place their drinks on the coffee table.

Taking a seat on the settee beside Peter, I pick up my phone from the arm of the chair.

I open my messaging app. Naughty thoughts fill my mind. I scroll to my message feed with Peter.

'Would you like to eat my cunt?' I type, before pressing the small green 'send' arrow.

Peter's phone lights up and pings with a notification. He looks at his phone. He looks over at me and lifts his eyebrows.

I cross my legs on the settee beside him. I nod for him to look at my message. My dress rides up my legs. Peter can see my stocking tops if he looks. I chose this pair on purpose. I knew he was coming today.

Peter glances over. He sees my stocking tops. His face turns red. He grabs a cushion and wedges it between his leg and the arm of the chair. The cushion forms a useful screen so Andrew can't see. I don't want him scarred by the view of his mother flashing her stocking tops.

Peter opens his phone and reads the message. He bites his lower lip. I smile. I have him. I am like a cat with a mouse.

'I want your big dick in my old pussy' I type. I hit send. And wait.

Peter's phone pings. He smiles. He sees my game. He plays his game on the TV. I play mine between us.

He slides his phone to silent.

'Don't try to shut me up. Unless it's with your cock down my my throat.' I type before hitting the green arrow.

His screen lights up. He swipes to view the message. He looks over and smirks while nodding towards my son in the armchair. I know he is there. It's part of my game. I am a tease. I enjoy teasing his young cock.

He leans back in the chair and adjusts his shorts. His cock must be stirring. It is working. I keep the pressure up.

'I want that big dick in my throat.' I type.

The conversation on the screen starts to look one sided. I want to avoid coming across all crazy.

"You boys have fun shooting all the zombies or whatever..." I say, clearing my throat and heading up stairs.

Seeing Peter switch his phone to silent gives me an idea. I can send what I like. It could be anything. Dirty messages are sexy but video is another level.

My bedroom is bright and warm. I lie back in the arm chair in the corner and lift my skirt. I open my thighs and lower my phone between my legs.

I open the messaging app and click the video-call button on our message feed.

An icon swirls around Peter's face on the screen. I straighten my phone. I want to look my best.

Will he pick up? He knows I am upstairs. Why would he answer? I hope he does.

I remain silent as his face appears on my screen. His eyes shoot wide open. I hold my finger to my lips. We both need to stay quiet.

He could hang up but he doesn't. From the view I see of him, he has me propped up on the cushion between him and my son.

I watch as he looks at the screen and glances down now and again.

It's time to reveal my choice of panties. This pair are crimson red. I ditched the wholesome M. I. L. F. look.

Today's vibe purrs 'cougar'. I am a fifty something lady on the prowl for thick, young cock.

My full, thick thighs are the opposite to the skinny minnies he hangs around with. I am mature, full-figured and proud of it.

My tits are real. My ass is real. I have a belly. I am proud of it all.

Shifting the phone for the best angle, I make sure he can see the lace trimmed gusset nice and clear. These panties are different from the ones he pulled aside when he fucked me in the car.

These panties are made for sluts. Sluts like me. They made the gusset so it opens up the middle. Easy access for big dick. Ideal for fucking and my pussy is hungry for cock. These panties are perfect for feeding the kitty.

As if practicality isn't enough, they look so pretty too. Black lace trims the edges where Peter's cock will breach the gusset. Crimped stitching gathers the elastic biting into the flesh around my tummy and hips.

Peter watches as I flaunt my cunt for him. I am a cheap slut for his eager young cock. I demand nothing more than his attention. He is mine. I want his virile young cum in my old pussy.

I want him to mount me like a mare in heat, bred by her stallion.

I spread the sides of the gusset and dip my fingers inside my cunt. My fuck-hole is ready for cock. She needs opening up. She craves a good fucking. Eager young dick like Peter's would be so perfect right now.

I check Peter's reaction on my phone. The phone must have fallen. All I can see is the back of my settee.

"Through here. Quick." Peter whispers, peering around my bedroom door.

He catches me off guard. I respond by leaping off the chair. I find him in the bathroom.

"We have to be quick. Bend over the bath. I need that cunt." Peter whispers, his insistent tone making this all so forbidden.

I do as I am told. I am his slut. I need my pussy filled. I need his thick young cock.

His girth nudges at my fuck-hole under my dress. It shocked me two weeks ago, when he fucked me in the back of the car. It still takes my breath away. Few lovers have had this effect on me.

I want him to enjoy the sight of his cock sliding inside me. This slut-Mother look didn't happen by chance. I chose these stockings and panties for him.

I flick my dress up. He lifts my dress all the way to expose my ass in my panties. My ass must look like a succulent peach, bent over like this. My hands splay across the bottom of the bath to support myself.

"Fuck me!" he says, "Loving these panties! How sexy are they!"

I smirk. I still have it. My choice of underwear is on point.

I reach between my thighs and use my fingers to spread my pussy for his cock. He asked for his pussy and she is right here for him.

I brace myself on the bottom of the bath tub. This will be quick. He will get his cock in, fill me up and that will be it. He will be back downstairs with my son in no time.

How wrong I am.

I forgot how strong he is. His grip holds me tight against his cock as he sinks his dick right inside me.

I worry for a moment. Am I biting off more than I can chew here? Fucking me in public in the car was frantic and hurried. I was high on adrenaline. I was in control.

Peter has control, here. It is my house but he has me bent over. All this secrecy has made me vulnerable to what he wants. What if this isn't my game any longer? What if Peter is taking over?

He pulls my left hand behind my back. All my weight is one my right hand. My huge tits risk falling out of the skimpy bra I chose to wear. It's like he wants me in discomfort. He curls my wrist so my fingers point up my back. He has me in an arm-lock. Peter is a kinky fucker!

Peter is one hundred percent in charge. My pussy is his pussy. His cock bullys it's way inside me with a new urgency. His cock demands satisfaction. His belly slaps against the full cheeks of my ass.

My pussy creams for him. I am so wet, I cream around his invading dick. My elbow and wrist on my right arm ache. The pain increases with every thrust in my cunt.

I try to pull my left arm away to balance on both hands. He is too strong for me. His grip tightens on my wrist behind my back.

My cunt spasms around his cock. His rough treatment has me coming without warning. I am a slut for his thick meat.

I long to rub my clit. I love my clit rubbed when I cum. But Peter is all about his own pleasure. His dick is relentless. I am helpless under him. Just when I think he is going to cum, he stretches my cunt that bit more. He fucks his bitch the way he wants.

Both wrists ache as my second orgasm lands. Peter steps it up. He goes faster. And harder. I am his puppet. I am his fuck toy. I start to lose balance. I lose my ability to support myself.

Peter pulls at the hand under me and holds me up by my wrists, behind me. He rides me like a bike. His thrusts are so hard, my tits spill out of my dress. They hang below me, swinging around. My long blond hair hangs under me too. I must look obscene.

I worry about the slapping noise of him ramming into me. Will my son hear?

A third orgasm rushes through my pelvis and into my cunt. My shoulders burn with the pain of him fucking me like this. My feet slip with every thrust. Peter has me bent over the bath with no way of supporting myself. I rely on his grip on my wrists behind me.

"Peter. This starting to hurt." I whisper, loud enough for him to hear.

He switches up and scoops me in his left arm, mauling my tits in his strong grip. His right hand swings around and covers my mouth. He brings his face down, beside mine.

His lips find mine as he pulls my face towards his. His dick is insistent. I am his bitch. I will do as he says. He owns my mature cunt.

A jet of cum erupts inside my abused cunt, breeding my mature womb.

His seed spills down the inside of my thigh. The anxiety of wasting any of his precious load mixes with relief my physical discomfort will soon be at an end.

He thrusts until he is spent. His cum smears my ass and thighs. I am spoiled with virile seed. My cunt aches as much as my arms and legs. He used me and spat me out. I was his fuck toy. But he is done.

He leaves me standing there while he tucks his cock back in his shorts and leaves. That is it. I have been used and left standing. Satisfied but alone.

The way Peter pounded my pussy took my breath away. Men my age don't fuck like that. Stamina is a gift bestowed on younger men.

I turn the shower on and step out of my cum-soaked underwear.

This cannot be the last time Peter abuses my eager old cunt. His cock will never quit. It knows the pleasure of satisfying an older slut. He leaves me aching but wanting more.

And why would he stop?

My mature pussy is Peter's to own until my cunt drips with his cum.

So, that 's the unplanned sequel, done!

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