My Girlfriend's Hot Mom

Rob Banks knocked on the front door expecting his girlfriend's mom to give him the usual speech. Abby Somers answered wearing nothing but a thin robe that barely covered her ass. She led him to the couch, sat close, and went straight to the point—no sex before marriage meant blue balls for everyone, and she figured she could help him out now. With a smirk she untied the robe, let it slip off her shoulders, and knelt between his legs. Her hand was already fishing his cock out before the fabric hit the floor. She spit on it, stroked slow, then swallowed him to the back of her throat in one smooth motion. Rob groaned, fingers gripping the couch cushions while Abby bobbed her head, lips tight, tongue working every inch. Every few strokes she pulled off, jacked him, and slapped the head against her wet tongue before diving back down. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them, tugging just enough to make his hips jerk. She looked up, mascara starting to run, spit dripping down her chin onto her tits, and gave him that wicked grin that said she knew exactly how good she was at this. Rob’s breathing got ragged fast. Abby picked up speed, hollowing her cheeks, throat working around his cock until his legs started to shake. He warned her and she just moaned around him, keeping the rhythm steady while he pumped thick ropes straight down her throat, not a drop spilled. She stayed on him until he stopped twitching, then licked the last bit clean, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and stood up like she’d just fixed the plumbing.