Chapter 99: Unexpected MILF is my Slut

I kept biting her nipples—biting her soft boobs hard, so juicy and full, I felt like I could eat them forever, tongue lapping every inch, making them wet and shiny with my saliva.

I wasn’t stopping—sucking deep, teeth grazing, then biting sharp again, owning this mature MILF who worked so hard for her family, for her son’s tuition. I wanted to breed her so bad—fill her deep, mark her forever.

She screamed hard—"Aahhh... Alex... yes..."—hands fisting my hair tight, pulling me harder into her chest, body jolting with every bite, nipples throbbing red and swollen under the abuse, wet from my mouth.

Her deprived body for years was waking up—craving the roughness, the pain mixed with pleasure, everything she’d denied herself now flooding out in loud moans and violent trembles, hips grinding back desperate even without me inside yet.

I kissed her—stopping on her boobs for a moment, deep tongue kiss which she gave full support, sucking my tongue hungry, biting my lip hard, moaning nonstop like she was starving.

She was getting hornier every passing second—body on fire, hands stroking my dick faster, slick with precum.

My dick was loving every stroke this mature woman gave—losing to pleasure, throbbing wild, paradise in her experienced but desperate grip.

"Look at you, Heather... moaning so hard, losing to desire," I rasped, grabbing her cheeks firm—stopping mid-kiss, looking deep in her glassy eyes, breaking her completely. "What would your son think if he saw his mother like this... living her life?"

"I would die of shame, Alex... if my son saw me like this..." she gasped, eyes widening at the thought—but then moaning deeper, body trembling harder. "Ahh... Alex... don’t stop..."

She looked in my eyes—and went for kissing again hard, like something broke in her thinking about her son while getting roughly pleasured by a guy his age, shame turning to pure heat, kissing wilder, tongue pushing desperate.

"Your boobs are so juicy, Heather," I growled, going back to her tits—sucking soft first, then hard, looking up at her. They were so big they barely fit in my hands—I had to use both sometimes, squeezing deep, feeling the weight overflow. "I wish they leaked milk... I’d drink them dry."

"Oh yeah..." she moaned loud, eyes dark with lust, looking straight at me. "If I got pregnant... I would lactate again... you could drink from these anytime..."

She said this looking straight into my eyes with so much raw lust, talking about getting pregnant like it was the hottest thing she’d ever imagined, like she wanted my cum so deep in her that she’d swell with my child, tits heavy and leaking just for me.

The way she said it—voice breathy and low, eyes locked on mine, no shame left, just pure filthy need—was so hot I almost lost it right there. I almost wanted to shove my dick straight into her warm motherly pussy—that tight, deprived hole denied real roughness for years—and cum so deep, flood her womb until she got pregnant with my child.

That was it—I was filling this thick mother with my thick cum tonight, owning her completely, breeding her deep until she carried my load.

I pulled off my shirt—why the fuck was it even on? No need for clothes in this room where two bodies burned in heat.

I threw it aside—going for my shorts next—but Heather took the lead sudden, kneeling down fast, hands pulling my shorts off herself like she couldn’t wait another second to get me fully naked and buried in her juicy holes.

She tugged them to my ankles—I lifted my feet quick so she could yank them free—and threw them to the side hard.

She stayed there—kneeling, knees folded under her thick ass, tight pants stretched shiny over her wide hips and thighs, upper body bare and thick, massive boobs heaving free, nipples hard and dark.

She looked up at me from down there—like a perfect slut, my whore who wanted nothing else in the world but my dick, eyes locked needy, lips parted.

She put both hands on my thighs—caressing slow up and down the muscle, fingers digging in soft, not touching my cock yet—like she was waiting for permission, begging for a treat from her master.

"You want this in your mouth, Heather?" I growled, taking my dick in hand—slapping the thickness heavy on her face, cheek to cheek. My cock was so huge, her face almost looked small in front of it.

She put her tongue out instant—long and pink, waiting, looking up at me with that slutty face, enjoying every second of this session with a young man her son’s age—cheating filthy on her husband, body on fire.

She was begging for my dick on her face with those eyes locked on mine—tongue out flat and ready, pink and wet, waiting patient like a good slut.

I started slapping her tongue—wet heavy smacks filling the small room, my dick slick with thick precum and the mixed juices from Gloria and Brittany’s pussies, coating her tongue shiny fast, dripping down her chin in strings as she tried to catch every drop.

Heather realized the taste quick—the salty cum, the sweet young pussy juices mixed filthy on my cock—but she wanted it bad, moaning soft and deep as she licked hungry, tasting the proof of what I’d done to the girls, loving every filthy drop like the deprived slut she was.

She was lost completely—kneeling worshipful, hands gripping my thighs tighter for support, nails digging in as her tongue flicked out desperate for more whenever I pulled back, chasing my dick like she couldn’t live without it.

"You like the taste, Heather?" I growled low, holding my dick just above her tongue, letting her feel the weight, the heat, juices dripping slow on her waiting mouth.

"I love it, Alex..." she whispered breathy, looking up at me with those dark, needy eyes, tongue still out begging. Of course she loved it—she wouldn’t get dick this good, this thick, this young and hard so easily in her life, not after years of nothing.

She licked again—swirling slow around the head when I let it rest on her tongue, sucking the mixed mess like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted, moaning louder, body trembling on her knees.

Her pretty mature face—ruined now with spit and juices shining, eyes glassy—looked perfect taking my cock like this.