My son's handsome friend

Mom dropped her son off at graduation just in time to hear the door. Stephen stood there, late as usual, drenched in sweat from practice. "Can I shower quick? Got a fresh shirt in my bag." She stepped aside with a smirk and locked the deadbolt behind him. The second he peeled off that damp jersey she got a look at the cut lines running down his chest and the hard outline pushing against his shorts. "Kitchen's empty, why waste water?" she said, already palming the thick bulge that twitched under her touch. Stephen groaned as she dropped to her knees, yanking the waistband low. That fat cock sprang free, heavy and veined, still musky from the workout. She wrapped her fingers around the base, spit on the head, and took him straight to the back of her throat in one greedy gulp. His knees almost buckled. She bobbed fast, cheeks hollowing, slobber dripping down her chin while one hand cradled his balls. He reached down, grabbed her hair, and started thrusting in rhythm, fucking her warm mouth like he'd been dreaming about it every practice for months. She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his slick cock. "Upstairs, now," she ordered, already shoving her leggings down. "You've got exactly fifteen minutes before the ceremony ends." Stephen kicked the shorts aside and followed, dick bobbing, knowing full well they'd both lose track of time once he bent her over the bed and drove every inch into her dripping pussy.