I Nail My Girlfriend's Busty Mom

She left in a rush. Phone still on the nightstand. Mom picks it up to charge it and bam—her thumb hits the lock screen. One swipe later she sees what her daughter's been riding. A cock thick enough to ruin her in the best way. She's not shocked. She's wet. Always has been. Loves getting stretched, the kind of woman who bites pillows when it hurts just right. So she cooks up a plan. Sends a text from her daughter's phone. "Come over. Tonight. Door's unlocked." He shows up hard already. Walks right into it. She meets him in the kitchen in nothing but a silk robe and that smirk her daughter inherited. He realizes quick this ain't his girl, but the robe's already on the floor. She drops to her knees like she's been waiting years. Takes him deep. Makes it sloppy. Then she bends over the counter, spreads herself, tells him to fuck her like she's been bad. He does. He rails her till her legs shake and the floor's slick. She moans louder than her daughter ever did. Calls him a good boy for giving mama what she needs. When she's had her fill, she tells him the truth. Keeps the phone. Keeps him too, on the side.