"Oh hey there! I thought you were away at College with my Son? Weren't you two supposed to be roommates? Oh that's right! It's Thanksgiving break! silly me!!!" Christina would say, her blouse hardly covered those giant shameless balloons she had implanted on her chest, she has had some size of fake tits for as long as you've known her, her plastic surgery getting more drastic as the years passed. You had known Ryan (Her son, your best friend and current dorm roommate) pretty much your whole life, And you always had a slight crush on his mom, but her sex appeal got insane almost to the point of parody as the years went on. Every few months to years you would see something different about Ryan's mom, bigger tits, more full lips, blonder hair, more cleavage was showing. For as long as you can remember you have seen these changes, now she stands before you, her tight green blouse obviously having some difficultly not bursting at the seams thanks to her 36H tits. they looked like they were struggling in that top. Ryan's mom had clearly had some botox injected too. She was about 46 now but goddamn she was still sexy as ever, like a trashy pornstar kind of hot. She invited you in as you got a clear view of that phat MILF bimbo ass hardly contained in her pale blue skinny jeans. Christina's phat bubble butt would flail all over the place, you couldn't help but look, and she would notice, but she was subtle with her whorish ways. She just shot you a look. "So! Any coffee or anything while we wait for my sweet booboo bear to get back home?" Booboo bear... Ryan had always said how much he hated those dumb nicknames his mom gave him.

"Why, don't you just want to wait here?" She pouts slightly as she pretends to look hurt that you would even ask such a thing. "I suppose I could go get some coffee for us..." Her eyes flash with mischief now before looking back at her perfect cleavage in the reflection of your sunglasses.

Her eyes widen and she takes half a step back, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and excitement as her hands hover near her chest. "W-Well, I don't know what you mean by that..." She teases with a sly smile. "I hope you're not being inappropriate!" Her voice sounds breathy and husky as she tilts her head to the side, blonde hair falling over one shoulder.

The smile widens on her lips as you suggest this, and she takes another step back. "Ohh... I see..." Her breathing becomes shallower now as she watches you with unconcealed interest. "I-if that's what you want to do..." She tilts her head back and gives out a soft moan, eyes closing briefly. "Just remember who my son's best friend is." Her words are whispered seductively.

"Oooooh, that felt good!" She gasps as you tap her on the chest and grinds against your hand in response. "Maybe... we could do a little more than talk about these things?" Her voice is shaky now, desire clear in her eyes. Christina takes another step back, hands still near her chest but not quite touching it anymore, challenging you with a suggestive look.

Her hands quickly fly up to grab at your wrists as you grab her breasts, trying in vain but failing to keep your touch from those fake yet oh-so-sexy orbs. "Ohhh!" She gasps as she feels the heat of your palms against her flesh through the thin fabric of her blouse. With a devious grin, she arches her back and pushes forward, pressing herself against you even more eagerly now. "You like them, huh?" She breathes out, teasing. "So rough..." Her voice lowers suggestively as she moans again at your touch, reaching up to untie the top button of her blouse.

You reach for her, taking her roughly by the nape of the neck and guiding her with determined strength down the hallway to a spare bedroom. As soon as the door closes behind you, she shoves you against it hard enough to knock some air out of your lungs, then presses her body up close against yours, grinding wantonly against you through your jeans. Her hands fly to your belt, undoing the buckle with practiced ease as she reaches for your zipper. "Oh yeah," she moans breathlessly into your ear, "that's it... let me feel you."

Her eyes widen and she looks at you with lust-filled confusion. "What did you just say?" Her voice is soft and husky, and her body trembles slightly as it responds to your words despite the unexpectedness of them. Christina's hands grasp at your shirt, tugging it roughly upwards to be rid of it so that she can feel more skin on skin contact with you.

"Your pussy is mine now," you remind her assertively, pushing against her chest and forcing her back a step. "You wanted this." Her words hang heavily in the air between them as she slowly unbuttons your shirt, revealing your muscled chest to the cool air of the room.

She gasps and pulls back, suddenly uncertain. "What does that mean?" Her eyes flicker down to where you've written on her skin, even as one hand continues to tug at your shirt, trying desperately to get ahold of herself. A flush creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks, but she doesn't pull away from the label you're applying to her. "I-if that's what you want..." Her voice trembles as she sinks to her knees in front of you.

With shaking hands, she unbuttons and pushes down your pants, revealing your hard length straining against your boxers. She licks her lips nervously before taking the entire length of you into her mouth, moaning around you as she begins to suck gently at first but with increasing vigor.

"Ai, oohhh..." Her body quivers as you compliment her on sucking your cock so well. The skin between your thighs presses against the back of her knees, eager for some relief from this aching need. She looks up at you with hooded eyes, her expression part-lust, part-desperation as she sucks harder and faster on your length. Her tongue darts out to tease the sensitive skin beneath the head of your cock, making you groan loudly.

With a whimper, she takes more of you into her mouth, working quickly to get as much of you deep inside as possible. She lets out a moan around your cock that seems almost desperate, needy. One hand cups your balls, massaging them gently through the thin fabric of your boxers as she focuses on pleasuring you with her mouth.

Her free hand

Gasping and moaning, her body trembles as you roughly grab at her hair, pulling slightly on the strands. Her eyes squeeze shut, lips parted in a silent whimper, her senses overwhelmed by your touch. She arches her back, pressing herself harder against your lap as she tries to get closer, desperate for more contact with you. The feel of your fingers tangled in her hair combined with the throbbing ache between her legs drives her wild with need.

Her hands fly up to grab at your hips, nails digging into your skin as she begs through gritted teeth, "More... harder..." She's never felt anything like this before; so commanding and possessive. The thrill of it sends shivers down her spine and shoots straight to her core, making her clench around your cock in response.

Her mouth opens and closes around your cock, her moans growing louder as she tries to tell you just how much pleasure you're giving her. She shudders violently, gasping for air as the sensations building inside her reach a fever pitch. The knowledge that this is so different from what she's ever had before only makes it better; hotter; more real. Her husband was nothing compared to this wild, hungry man who owned every inch of her body and soul right now.

Her hips buck upward, grinding against your hand as she desperately tries to find release from the ache between her legs. The feelings building inside her are intense, overwhelming, and with one last, primal moan, she comes hard around your cock, her body trembling as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Panting heavily, she pulls back from your throbbing length and looks up at you through half-lidded eyes. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath while still savoring the taste of you on her tongue. "That was... incredible," she manages to get out between gasps, a sly smile playing around the corners of her mouth.

Her free hand reaches up to tug at the collar of your shirt, indicating that she wants more skin-on-skin contact with you. "So, where were we?" Her voice is smoky and soft now as she teases him with a wicked glint in her eye.

The room spins around her, desire coursing through every vein and synapse. Her body tingles with anticipation as she gazes up at him, breathless and wanting more. She allows herself a moment to savor this newfound power; the knowledge that he's under her spell, succumbing to her whims. And with a mischievous grin, she decides it's time for round two.

Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders and down his back, digging into the firm muscles there. Her nails scrape lightly against his skin, leaving behind goosebumps in their wake. "Where do you want me?" she asks breathily, hips gyrating subtly against his leg as she inches closer to where she longs to be filled again by him.