The tension had been building for weeks. Every time Alina, my mom's best friend, came over, I couldn't help but stare. Her big tits strained against her blouse, and her smile… God, it was intoxicating. She was a total MILF.
One evening, Mom went out, leaving me alone with Alina. "Just keep her company," she'd said. Easy for her to say. Alina was wearing a tight dress, her brunette hair cascading down her shoulders. She offered me a drink, and as she leaned over, I caught a whiff of her perfume, a sweet, musky scent that made my blood rush.
We talked for a while, awkwardly at first. Then, as the wine flowed, the conversation deepened. She confessed she was feeling lonely, and I admitted I'd been thinking about her a lot. The air crackled with unspoken desire.
It started with a touch. My hand brushed against hers, and she didn't pull away. Then, a kiss. Soft and hesitant at first, then deepening into something raw and urgent. Her tongue explored my mouth, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. We stumbled towards the bedroom, clothes flying off in a frenzy.
I fucked her hard, doggystyle, her big ass bouncing with each thrust. She moaned my name, or maybe it was her own, I couldn't tell. She was a wildcat, scratching and clawing, begging for more. "Fuck me," she gasped, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Fuck me like you mean it!" Alina's natural tits jiggled as I pounded into her, her cries echoing through the room. She arched her back, clutching the sheets, as I felt myself getting closer to the edge.
I pulled out and unloaded inside of her with a thunderous roar. The forbidden act was over. She barely remembered her name.
