When he’d come all over her again, Milo cleaned her off once more. He watched as she stood up on shaky legs and made her way to the bathroom to examine the bite marks and the bruises and the spank on her ass. She looked like she’d just been through the wringer. She looked like she’d just been well and properly fucked for the first time in a very, very long while.
She turned to tell Milo that she wanted him. Wanted him now. But he was already gone.
* * *
For Jaxton, it was just another day of getting his dick wet. He powered through a morning workout in the gym his parents made out of their garage. His dad was a workout freak too, something that bonded them together. Wasn’t so big on football, but he showed up to every one of Jaxton’s games that he could make it to, and always when they went to divisionals and state. His parents even drove up to see three of his college games, and that was no joke. His mom hated watching him play because she hated the potential that he might get hurt. Plus, it was a hell of a long drive — four hours each way. The first time Jaxton saw them there, he was proud as hell. The third time, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he had the best parents in the world.
Of course, Landon’s mom was always a favorite too, but for other reasons.
He was the only one of the boys to have seen her tits — well, before Milo fingered her to a few orgasms and then tit-fucked her. Not even Mrs. Candless knew about it. It was by pure freakish accident. Jaxton had been sleeping over, and woke up early in the morning to take a leak. The Candless household had two bathrooms, one of which had been unusable because they were in the middle of retiling it. Jaxton headed for the other one, hearing Mr. and Mrs. Candless talking. They must have forgot that they were sharing a bathroom, because they’d left the door cracked. Jaxton was going to turn around, but he caught the view of the mirror and his jaw nearly hit the damn floor.
Mrs. Candless, nude, stood in portrait to the mirror. She was bent over, her knee raised. Maybe shaving her legs or something. She never looked at the mirror. Those big tits hung like teardrops, and Jaxton stared at them until his hard-on poked through his boxers.
It had been one of the greatest days of his younger years. Now, though, he had a slew of memories that nearly drowned out that one.
He still thought she was hot. That wasn’t the point. But ever since he lost his virginity at sixteen, there had been dozens of hot women. She was a MILF, but he’d fucked scores of them, and nowadays he generally liked his pussy about his age. He was even thinking about going back early to see if any of the sorority sisters he gangbanged with his teammates were around. They were always good for a quick, nasty screw.
Eh, get this done for his fuck brothers, and then he’d reevaluate things.
Milo told them Emilia’s schedule, and Jaxton showed up just after one in the afternoon, freshly showered and looking good in white slacks and a tan canvas shirt. He’d started dressing better at college when his coach told him he looked like a bum.