Chapter 98: Worshipping the Unexpected MILF

"Ahh... Alex... I’m such a bad wife..." she moaned louder, completely lost to pleasure now, voice breaking as her body betrayed every word. "So many men hit on me while I worked on this train for years... I was so faithful to my husband..."

I pulled her bra down slow—cups slipping under her heavy tits, letting them spill free fully, big and soft with dark nipples hard and begging, swaying heavy with every breath.

Free to squeeze them hard—hands full, kneading rough, feeling the weight overflow my palms, warm and soft from years of real life.

Free to pinch her nipples—twisting sharp, tugging until she cried out loud, body jolting, back arching to push them deeper into my grip.

Making her realize what her body had been missing for years—rough touch, young hands owning her mature curves like they were made for this.

"Heather... you are a good wife and the best mother," I said low, kissing her neck slow and wet while my hands massaged her boobs finally free—squeezing deep, thumbs flicking nipples hard, rolling them until she whimpered. "You do all this hard work to support your family... you should feel proud..."

She looked back at me—eyes glassy with tears of shame and need, glancing desperate to find my face—and crashed her lips into mine deep, tongue pushing hungry and wild, moaning nonstop into my mouth like she couldn’t get enough, like she’d been starving for this kiss for years.

Her body surrendered complete—guilt fading fast, pleasure taking over fully. She kissed me wild, like lust had taken over her completely—no son or husband could come in the way now, nothing existed but my mouth, my hands, my dick grinding her ass.

I groped her hard while kissing—hands rough on her free tits, pinching, pulling, slapping light to make them jiggle, her soft mouth warm heaven, tongue wet and hot, tasting desperate.

Her mature motherly body in my hands—while her son and husband were busy in their daily lives thinking their mother and wife was working hard on duty.

Yeah, she was working hard—but for me, on my cock, body mine to ruin.

While kissing her deep, I stopped for a moment—ripped her shirt and bra completely off her upper body, throwing them aside, making her stand there naked from the top, just tight pants containing her huge ass down where my dick was already marking her, rubbing and grinding hot.

"Ahh... Alex... I shouldn’t do this... but I can’t stop..." she gasped, pulling me back into the kiss wild, hands clutching my neck, body pressing full against me.

I turned her around roughly—making her tits bounce heavy, huge and juicy in full view now, so big they almost looked full of milk, firm and round despite her age, dark nipples hard and begging. Her son was my age—she’d stopped breastfeeding years ago—but damn, they looked like they could still feed a man forever.

I slid one hand between her thighs—feeling the wetness of her pussy over the pants, fabric soaked through completely, hot and slick, juices seeping like she’d been holding back for decades.

"You are so wet, Heather," I rasped, rubbing her pussy slow over the pants, fingers pressing firm to feel her lips part under the material. "Your body must be missing this for years..."

She just looked at me—biting her lip hard, moaning deep, eyes glassy as she felt my hand on her pussy, the place deprived of real touch for way too long, body trembling like it was waking up.

She went for my dick—hands desperate on my shorts, pulling them down fast. My massive cock bounced free—thick, veiny, head slick and angry.

She stared at it for a long second—not believing, not expecting to deserve something this big, this hard, eyes wide taking in every inch.

"You can touch it, Heather," I commanded low, voice rough. "Feel what you’ve been missing."

I was holding her by the waist now—hands on her wide child-bearing hips, feeling the heat of that mature body radiate, making my dick twitch uncontrolled, throbbing harder just from her curves.

She reached out slow—fingers wrapping tentative around the shaft, barely closing fully, measuring the size, the girth, the thickness—taking it in that she was getting this, a real man’s cock after years of nothing, her hands trembling slight from the heat and weight.

"Alex... it’s so big..." she whispered, not believing this dick would destroy her holes tonight on this train while she was still on duty—eyes wide, staring at it like it was impossible, lips parted as she imagined it stretching her.

Her hands stroked shy at first—soft, curious touches, exploring the veins pulsing under her fingers, the heavy weight in her palm, precum slicking her skin as she pumped slow, getting bolder.

Her thick body and those huge boobs were right in front of me while she stroked my dick—I couldn’t let them go ignored.

Then I slapped her boobs hard—so hard, one by one, sharp cracks echoing in the roomette. They jiggled for days—heavy, full flesh rippling wild, skin turning pink then red fast, nipples hardening more from the sting.

"Ahh... you’re so rough, Alex..." she moaned, hand still stroking my dick steady, making it ready to take her holes wherever she desired—or wherever I wanted.

I got harder—slapping them again and again, making sharp sounds fill the air, watching the red bloom, tits bouncing nonstop.

"Harder... please, harder..." she begged, liking it rough—her body wasn’t meant for vanilla, she was made to be taken hard, every inch owned and ruined.

Her nipples were begging—fully hard, dark and swollen. I pinched and squeezed them brutal—twisting sharp, tugging until her body trembled violent, back arching to push them into my grip.

"Ahh... yes... harder, Alex..." she cried, voice breaking, body shaking bad, pussy leaking more down her thighs.

I went for her nipples—grabbing her tits hard in my hands, lifting them to my mouth, biting the hell out of them really hard, teeth sinking in just enough to leave deep marks, sucking rough between bites like her body needed to be worshipped filthy.