The zipper on her dress came down, and the dress soon followed, spilling over shoulders and breasts before pooling on the carpet. Bianca was left clad in a lacy black push-up bra and matching thong. She considered stepping out of her stilettos but decided against that idea. Her ass looked amazing in those shoes. Instead, she placed the foot on the couch beside Bruce, showing off those toned legs and thighs for her young son in law.
“Tell me you don’t want me…” Bianca tempted.
Bruce’s hands shook, and Bianca imagined he was fighting against his every moral fiber. Still, he wasn’t saying no, or pushing her aside, even though he could. He just needed a little more pressure, a little more pressure she could apply reaching behind her back one more time, and unhooking her bra. Thanks to the implants, her tits were firm and full and perky as hell, and Bruce hadn’t taken his green eyes off them yet. While he was stuck on her breasts, she pulled his hands to her hips, using them to pull her panties off.
Finally, he pulled her onto his lap, thick fingers digging into her back. Their mouths came together, his tongue hot and hungry against hers. Bianca moaned into his mouth, feeling his hands caress her back, traveling down her spine until he palmed her ass. Tight and firm, Bianca suspected her rear was different than her daughter’s, and Bruce’s appreciative squeezes inflated her ego.
“I want you inside,” She breathed against his ear, teasing him further with tongue and teeth on his earlobe.
She took his groan for consent and rose up on knees to get over him. One of his hands held his cock, the other still gripped her ass, guiding her towards him. The head of his meat brush her lips, and her juices dripped down his length. Bianca didn’t expect to run into problems riding Bruce, but he was so thick as she sunk down his shaft.
“…damn,” She gasped, digging slender fingers into his shoulders, “You are even bigger than Vince.”
A sound between a laugh and a moan and a growl escaped Bruce’s throat. He seemed to appreciate the compliment.
“You must have wanted this as much as I did.”
Before she could answer, he flexed, that thick rod twitching inside her. Bianca could only gasp, clenching in response, the reality of fucking Bruce so much better than her fantasies.
“Maybe…Maybe I did…”
His hands slid up her body, over hips and her taut stomach, to cup her breasts. The feel of his hands on her body, different, hungrier than the way Vince touched her, encouraged her, drove her to move against him. Rolling her hips in smooth motions, starting slow, so slow, just getting accustomed to his meaty cock. A long, low sigh left his lips, before he brought his mouth to her breast, wrapping lips around a nipple.
Bianca’s eye rolled back into her head, bouncing harder and faster against him. Clenching him with muscles like moist silk, holding him fast each time her cunt swallowed his length.
“Bruce…God, Bruce,” her cries dripped with lust, dripping like her lips stretched his dick.
He switched to her other breast, covering her throbbing nipple with slick lips. His cock brushed against her clit each time she moved on him, and the sensation had her moving even faster. Chasing her rapture until it consumed her mind and thighs. Caught in its grasp, catching him in her grasp, soaking folds rippling and tightening over him. He helped her as her climax took control, lifting her lithe frame by her waist to move her up and down his cock.