Chapter 67: Breaking the Maintenance MILF

She gasped—"Aahh... sir... it’s... it’s too much..."—but her hips rocked back harder, ass opening just a fraction more, inviting me deeper, her body screaming yes even as her words pretended no.

"Shhhh... relax for me," I murmured low, one hand stroking her sweat-slick back while the other held her cheek open wide. "Would your daughter feel good if she saw you neglecting your needs like this? Would she be happy knowing her mommy isn’t taking care of herself?"

She moaned deep, eyes squeezing shut, face twisting in pleasure-pain as the head pressed firmer. "She... she loves me so much... she’d want anything to make her mommy happy..."

"Then let her see how happy your face will be when you meet her tonight," I rasped, pushing slow—the thick head finally breaching her ring with a soft, wet pop.

She cried out—"Yes... please... I’d do anything to make my daughter happy..."—voice breaking completely, body shaking as her tight, neglected asshole gave in inch by inch.

It hadn’t been stretched in years—maybe never—and the grip was insane, hot velvet squeezing me like a vice, fluttering wild as I fed her more, slow and relentless.

Her ass was made for this—thick, juicy, built to take cock deep—and not using it like this would be wasting her, lowering her worth when she deserved to be ruined properly.

She lost to it—moaning nonstop, face buried in her arms on the floor, hips pushing back greedy now, taking every inch as I claimed her fully.

I bottomed out with a groan—balls pressed against her dripping pussy—and held there, letting her feel how completely I owned her.

She was broken—sobbing pleasure, body surrendering.

And she loved every filthy second of it.

I continued fucking her slow—long, deep strokes that dragged through her stretched ass, making her feel every ridge, every pulse. She moaned nonstop, completely forgetting why she’d come here, lost in the pleasure her body had been denied for years.

"Aaahhh..." she whimpered with every thrust, voice muffled against her arms, ass clenching around me like it was addicted already.

Her pussy was missing this pleasure for years—I could tell from how desperate she was, how her body responded like it was making up for lost time.

I pulled out slow from her ass—watching it gape slightly, red and ruined, twitching at the emptiness—then lined up and pushed into her pussy.

It resisted hard at first—tight, almost like virgin again after years unused, walls gripping the head like they didn’t want to let go.

"Aahh... sir... my pussy hasn’t been used for years..." she gasped, body tensing then melting. "Please... be gentle..."

"Don’t worry, Helen," I rasped, pushing deeper—slow, relentless—feeling her stretch around me again. "I’ll take good care of you."

Her pussy was really hot heaven—scalding, slick, squeezing years of pent-up pleasure into every thrust. So tight it almost hurt, but perfect, fluttering wild as I filled her completely.

"Fuck... Helen... you’re so tight... your grip is unreal," I groaned, bottoming out, grinding deep.

"I’ve been so busy working... I didn’t even have time to make love to myself," she confessed breathy between moans, pushing back into me. "I thought... I didn’t deserve this..."

I grabbed her hips hard—fingers sinking into the soft flesh—and started thrusting harder, spreading those cheeks wide to watch myself disappear into her.

Her upper body was still in that sleeveless, sweat-soaked vest—no bra underneath, tits bouncing heavy with every slam.

While fucking her, I pulled her up closer to my chest—her back against me now—and yanked the vest off completely, tossing it away. Her hair fell loose down her back, skin hot and slick.

Damn, this thick MILF was sexy as hell. I couldn’t believe no one had tried harder—ignoring this perfect body for years. Probably she’d shut them down, too focused on her daughter, thinking pleasure was a luxury she couldn’t afford.

But not anymore.

I pounded deeper, one hand sliding around to squeeze her tit, the other slapping her ass sharp—watching it jiggle red.

She screamed—"Aahh... yes... harder... sir!"—body surrendering completely, pussy gushing around me.

I wasn’t letting her deny herself again.

She deserved this—every rough thrust, every filthy second.

And I was giving it all to her.

I wanted to make use of her body—every filthy inch. I had something dirty in mind.

I pulled out sudden—she whined at the loss—and stood her up with me, guiding her to the sink with the big mirror above.

I turned her to face me, crashing my mouth on hers—kissing deep, hungry, tongue claiming every corner. She was thick and beautiful—nice features, flushed cheeks, green eyes sparkling with lust.

She kissed back desperate, like she’d forgotten the taste of a man on her lips, hands clutching my shoulders.

I licked down her neck—biting hard, marking the soft skin while my cock pressed hot against the curve of her stomach, leaving wet trails.

I looked down at her boobs—heavy, perfect, nipples pink and begging.

"Helen... your boobs are really juicy," I rasped, grabbing both hard. "I could suck them all night."

"Aahh... please bite my nipples..." she begged, arching into my hands, missing the roughness of being bitten on her nipples.

I squeezed harder—fingers sinking deep—and buried my face in them, biting one nipple sharp, then the other, making them red and swollen.

She pulled my head in closer, moaning loud—"Yes... harder... bite me..."—body breaking completely, lost to the pleasure.

She knew what she deserved now and was demanding it—hands in my hair, hips grinding against my thigh.

I rubbed my cock against her from below—face to face, standing—teasing her slick folds before thrusting back in deep.

She gasped into my mouth as I filled her again.

I watched my reflection in the mirror behind her while I fucked her hard, biting her neck rough, leaving marks.

Fuck—I looked like a beast.

Pounding her standing, her thick body jiggling with every slam—tits bouncing, ass rippling against the sink edge, legs wrapped around my waist as I held her up.

I wasn’t coming anytime soon—not before her again.

"Ahh... sir... your stamina is so good," she moaned, nails digging into my back. "I’m sorry I disturbed your moment with the lady... who said she was your aunt..."