Son’s best friends turn a MILF into a depraved fucktoy

“What?”

“Not a fingering, not me eating you out, nothing.” He glanced at her again. Such a hard face. So sweet when he wanted to look that way, but there was little of that boy left. Maybe nothing at all. “Today you learn about what we’re going to take from you.”

“What does that mean?” she murmured.

The pre-preview ads cut away to the first movie trailer. Jaxton reached down and casually unzipped himself. She looked down, and in the dim theater lighting, she sucked in a breath. He was big too. Not as long as Milo, but thicker. Fatter.

“Fifteen minutes of previews, maybe. And the movie, the run time is one hour fifty-three minutes,” he said. “Start to finish. Factor in maybe six minutes for the credits, and I don’t want to hang around for those. That means you got maybe two hours. You’re going to get on your knees or bend over and blow me. If you haven’t made me come four times by then, the games are done. No Simon. Not a chance of the three of us coming back to fuck you.” Jaxton dug in his pocket and held up his keys. “I’ll even give you these. You can walk out of here right now, go home, and never touch me. You won’t see us the rest of the summer.”

Emilia snatched the keys from him. A sense of savage joy speared her heart when she saw a genuine look of shock on his face. He thought she really was going to walk out. Emilia nearly did. Her butt left the seat, still so humiliated about the pictures, and raw from Milo’s savage turn of character, and… all of this. It was so goddamn overwhelming. She wanted to go home and throw a blanket over her head and never come out. She wanted to rush to Jim and tell him the truth. She wanted…

She wanted.

Jaxton’s shock turned to a slow, easy grin. Emilia hesitated, then slowly leaned over to kiss him, her cheeks still glistening with her earlier tears. He wiped them away, and stopped just long enough to cup her cheek in one of his massive hands.

“You can go,” he told her, and despite it all, she knew he meant it. Here was the last kernel of the boy she knew, caring about her. But Emilia’s mind was made up, and she gave him back the keys.

There would be so little room if she got on her knees between his. She tried anyways, looking around to make sure they weren’t being watched before rising up and standing in front of him. Feeling saucy, she raised the back of her dress right in Jaxton’s face. He surprised her by wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her back to him, burying his face against her bud and giving her one single, solitary lick through the fabric of her panties. She thought she felt him shiver. Then she turned, and knelt on the vaguely sticky hard flooring, scrunching up with him as tight as she could, grinning up at him as she reached for that big fat prick.

The prick of another one of her son’s friends.

Her heels pushed against the seat behind her, Jaxton had to spread his knees wide to accommodate her, but he didn’t look down or otherwise acknowledge the hot mom. With one last look around, she gripped his cock in both hands, brought her head forward, and licked his tip.

Please wait…
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