81. The Milf

WARNING: Erotica, Age Gap, Taboo (Best Friend's Mother), Breeding/Pregnancy Taunts, Choking, Spanking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content.

Diane

    The house was too quiet. Marcus had left for his weekend trip to the coast hours ago, leaving me with nothing but a glass of Chardonnay and the low hum of the air conditioning. At forty-two, I'd grown used to the solitude, but it didn't mean I didn't crave the kind of disruption that made the blood move. I was sitting on the sofa in a silk wrap that barely qualified as clothing, my legs tucked under me, when the doorbell rang.

I wasn't expecting anyone. When I opened the door, my breath hitched. It was Xavier.

He was Marcus's best friend from college-a twenty-one-year-old powerhouse with skin the color of dark mahogany and shoulders that seemed to take up the entire doorway. He was wearing a tight gray tank top and gym shorts that left very little to the imagination. He looked surprised to see me, his eyes traveling from my face down to the slit in my robe where my thigh was exposed.

"Oh... Mrs. Sterling. I'm sorry. Marcus told me he'd be here. I must have missed his text," he said, but he didn't move to leave. His voice was deeper than I remembered, a low rumble that vibrated right in the pit of my stomach.

"He's gone for the weekend, Xavier," I said, leaning against the doorframe, letting the silk slip just a little further. "But you're already here. It's a long drive back to the dorms."

"It is," he whispered, his gaze intensifying. The air between us suddenly felt heavy, charged with a decade of unspoken tension. I'd watched him grow from a boy into this... this specimen. And I knew exactly what he was looking at. He wasn't looking at his friend's mom, he was looking at a woman he wanted to ruin.

"Come in," I said, stepping back.

He followed me into the kitchen. I offered him a drink, but when I turned around to hand him the glass, he was right there. He didn't take the drink. He took my wrist.

"You shouldn't have invited me in, Diane," he growled, his thumb tracing the pulse point at my wrist. "I've been thinking about this house-about you-since I was sixteen."

"Xavier, you're Marcus's best friend," I breathed, my heart hammering.

"I don't care. Right now, I just see a beautiful MILF who's been neglected for too long." He reached out, his hand cupping my jaw, his fingers sliding into my hair. "I want to see if you taste as good as you look."

He didn't wait for an answer. He crushed his mouth against mine. It was a hungry, desperate kiss that tasted of wine and pure, unadulterated lust. My hands found his chest, feeling the hard slabs of muscle beneath the cotton. I was lost. I was forty-two years old and being handled by a man half my age who didn't give a damn about propriety.

He swept me up, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, and carried me toward the master bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed, the silk wrap fluttering open. I was wearing nothing underneath.

"God, you're perfect," he breathed, stripping his clothes off in three seconds flat.

When he stood before me, I gasped. He was magnificent. His cock was a dark, heavy rod, already fully erect and pulsing, his thick veins standing out like cords. He crawled onto the bed, looming over me, his presence eclipsing everything else in the room.

"I'm going to fuck my best friend's mom," he whispered, his hand finding my throat and squeezing gently. "And you're going to love every second of it."

He started with my tits. He didn't just touch them; he claimed them. He pinched my nipples between his fingers, twisting them until I whimpered, and then he leaned down to bite them. The sharp sting of his teeth made my back arch, my pussy already weeping a steady stream of slick heat onto the sheets.

"You like that? You like being treated like a slut by a younger man?"

"Yes... oh god, Xavier, please!"

He moved down, his tongue lashing at my clit while his fingers stretched my opening. I was hyper-sensitive, the taboo of the situation driving my arousal to a fever pitch. When I finally hit my first climax, my thighs pinning his head against my crotch, he didn't let me rest.

He flipped me over, hiking my ass into the air. I looked back and saw him positioning that massive, dark cock at my entrance. He wasn't using a condom. He wanted the friction. He wanted the risk.

"I'm gonna fuck you raw, Diane. I want you to feel every inch of this young black cock."

He shoved inside in one lunging thrust. I screamed into the pillow as he filled me to the absolute limit. He was so big, so thick, that I felt my internal walls stretching to the point of pain before the pleasure took over. He began to hammer into me, a brutal, rhythmic pace that made the headboard crash against the wall.

"You're taking it so well," he grunted, his hands finding my ass cheeks and delivering a series of sharp, stinging slaps. CRACK. CRACK. "Look at you, begging for more from your son's roommate."

"Fuck me, Xavier! Just fuck me!"

"I'm going to do more than fuck you," he whispered, leaning down to grab a handful of my hair, pulling my head back. "I'm going to give Marcus a sibling. How would that be? Having your son find out his best friend put a baby in his mother?"

The taunt sent a jolt of electricity through me. "You wouldn't... ah!... you wouldn't dare!"

"Watch me. I'm going to stay buried balls deep inside you until I'm sure you're pregnant. I'm going to fill your pussy with so much of my cum you won't be able to stand up. You’d feel me inside of you for days.”

He flipped me onto my back, pulling my legs up until my knees were past my ears. This was the deepest possible entry. Every time he lunged, I felt him hitting the very back of my passage, a deep, blunt pressure that made my vision blur.

"You're so tight, Diane. So fucking hot," he panted, his breath coming in ragged growls. "I can feel your walls trying to suck the life out of me."

I was lost in the sensation. The friction of his skin against mine, the raw power of his movements, and the dirty words he kept whispering in my ear were too much. I felt another climax building, a massive wave of heat that threatened to drown me.

"I'm close! Xavier, I'm gonna cum again!"

"Not yet! Take it! Take all of it!"

He accelerated, his movements becoming a blur of dark skin and white sheets. He was relentless, a force of nature that refused to let me go. I felt my internal muscles begin to spasm, clamping down on his shaft, milk-slick and desperate.

"That's it... grip me, you dirty slut... grip my cock while I breed you!"

I let out a guttural scream as my orgasm hit, my entire body shaking with the intensity. I felt his own rhythm change, his thrusts becoming shorter, more violent.

"I'm going to cum! Diane, I'm going to cum! I'm filling you up!" he roared, his voice a raw, vibrating grunt of triumph.

He gave one final, devastating lunge, burying himself as deep as physically possible. I felt his body go rigid, his muscles locking as he began to pump his heat into me. I felt the hot, thick jets of his cum shooting into the back of my passage, a massive, pulsing delivery that seemed to fill me to the brim. He didn't pull out; he stayed there, bucking against me, making sure every single drop of his youth and his lust was deposited deep inside.

We stayed like that for a long time, the only sound our shattered breathing. My head was tucked into the crook of his neck, his sweat dripping onto my chest. I felt the weight of him, the reality of what we'd just done settling over me like a heavy blanket.

Slowly, he withdrew. There was no sound, only the heavy, sliding sensation of his spent flesh leaving my body. As he moved, a thick, white overflow of his mess began to seep from me, trickling down my thigh and onto the bed.

"Look at that," he whispered, pointing at the stain. "That's mine. You're carrying a piece of me now."

He didn't look guilty. He looked proud. He leaned down and kissed me, a soft, lingering kiss that felt more intimate than the sex.

"I think I'll stay the whole weekend," he said, a wicked glint in his eyes. "We have a lot of work to do if we want to make sure that sibling happens."

I didn't argue. I just pulled the sheets up around us, my body still humming, my mind already wondering how I was ever going to look my son in the eye again. But for now, with Xavier's arm draped over my waist, I didn't care if anyone found out.

“Mum!” My body freezes and my eyes widen when I hear My son call out from downstairs.

“Oh, fuck.” I muttered quietly. I was the mother, he was the friend, and we had a secret that was only just beginning.