Senior Year Memories: Mrs. McNeil (Patreon Exclusive Story!)

(DISCLAIMER: All characters represented in this story are consenting adults at least 18-years-old.)

Hello my wonderful patrons! While I'm still getting back into the rhythm of writing again after my hiatus, I am excited to share with you my most recent exclusive story! Per votes on the old page, Mrs. McNeil was chosen to finally have her time to shine on this page, and as a big fan of hers (if it wasn't already obvious), I gotta say I was excited to write this one for you. Writing a scene for her and Ryan was a nice welcome back into writing these exclusive stories, and I hope to have more chances with them again in the future. As ever, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

-aimingtomisbehave33

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Like so many of my more exciting impromptu sexual encounters, this one started with an unexpected text well after the end of the school day.

I’ve had a long day at work; can I swing by for a few minutes on my way home?

Considering that I wasn’t in the midst of one of life’s many side quests, my girlfriends were occupied for the evening, Dad was going to be working particularly late tonight, and who it was who was texting me, it was fairly easy to answer her.

ME: Sure, come on down.

It took a lot not to put an exclamation point on that, because I didn’t want to sound too desperate, but… well, how couldn’t you be when you were awaiting an encounter with one of the most beautiful women in town?

Now, while I loved impromptu sex as much as anyone, and lord knew that this year had been full of more than my share of naughty unexpected misadventures, usually I was happy for a head’s up if a woman wanted my cock, as it allowed me to take care of practical things like cleaning my room, and myself, closing my curtains so I wouldn’t have any lookie-loos (enjoyable as an audience from Alice was) and getting things about as orderly and nice-smelling as they were going to get around here. Admittedly, this was a bit of a challenge given the usual state of my room, but I gave it my best effort.

By the time I heard the doorbell some twenty minutes after the initial text, I’d dare say that I was even almost ready for my guest tonight, something that I found quite the rarity.

Wearing only a comfortable pair of athletic shorts, I practically dashed for the front door. Then, once getting there, I straightened myself up to make it look like I hadn’t been dashing to get there, checked to make sure it was who I was expecting on the other side, then smiled and opened the door.

“Hello, Mrs. McNeil,” I said, keeping my voice as even and smooth as possible.

Standing before me, Mrs. Lauren McNeil somehow managed to look gorgeous as well as harried. The redheaded beauty in her early 40s would have matched my 5’11” height if she were barefoot, but in the high heels she wore today, she had a few inches on me. While I knew that she enjoyed them for fun sometimes, the tired look on her beautiful face was anything but fun. Her full, lipstick-coated lips greeted me with a tired smile, while her radiant, blue-green eyes were ringed with exhaustion. None of this stopped her narrow, clever face from being anything less than gorgeous, but she wasn’t lying about her long day.

And even a long day like this couldn’t stop her from smiling when she saw me. “Hey, Ryan… can I come in?”

“Of course,” I said, motioning her inside and closing the door behind her.

“And for god’s sake, Ryan, how many times have we had sex already? Why do I have to keep telling you to call me Lauren?” she asked, chuckling in amusement as she took off her shoes and left them by the door.

“I’m forgetful?” I joked. “Or perhaps I like having you remind me? Maybe I think calling you Mrs. McNeil keeps it nice and dirty when we’re together and I like things dirty? You know I like things dirty!”

Mrs. McNeil chuckled, stretching her stockinged feet on the rug and getting a nice feel for being out of her shoes. Even dressed for the office, I couldn’t deny that she looked amazing. Wearing a dark blue jacket and knee-length skirt combo over a white blouse, her hair done up in an impressive bun, you’d think she actually looked quite conservative and professional.

Still, nothing suit on Earth could hide her massive, DDD-cup breasts, and her amazing ass… and nothing could compare with the memories I had of getting very acquainted with every inch of her body. Many of my most memorable sexual encounters this year had come from this woman, with memories flooding back to me of lust and depravity. Taking her in like this as I strolled down memory lane, I shivered in anticipation and felt my cock grow in my shorts, following her into the living room as I leered at her.

“Oh, I know how dirty you like things… and how dirty I like things,” she admitted, continuing into the living room. “And that I normally like a little more preamble than this. A little foreplay, a little romancing, it’s what I could really use on a day like this usually, but sometimes you have a long day and you just need some cock and a hard pounding, you know?”

“I mean, I don’t know that phenomenon exactly, but I can understand the sentiment,” I said, playfully grabbing her ass.

Mrs. McNeil groaned, turning around to face me. Tired as her eyes were, she couldn’t help but look me up and down with hungry appraisal, her eyes landing on my growing erection, growing slightly with that pleasant surprise she seemed to have no end of when it came to seeing my cock. Her slight, quick intake of breath was impossible to ignore, and I could see I wasn’t the only one enjoying the anticipation.

“Fuck… part of me wants to just lie down and sleep for a couple days… and part of me wants your cock so desperately, I’m not even sure I can make it to your bedroom,” she admitted, reaching for me and quickly grabbing my cock through my shorts before letting go, looking a little bashful.

I’ve seen some pretty obvious cues in my life, and often missed them, but this one was obvious enough that I knew better than to wait on it.

Smiling easily, I dropped my shorts to the floor and stood naked in front of Mrs. McNeil, my thick, ten-inch-long cock standing proudly at attention in front of her. Her eyes widened ever so slightly more, her tired lips parting slightly with an intake of breath before turning into a sly smile.

She looked down at my erection, considering. “So, you think that just by whipping out this… magnificent, huge cock that you know I’ll do pretty much anything for and have cum on more times than I can count, that I’ll somehow be driven mad with lust and drop to my knees, sucking you until your legs are weak and you’re cumming down my throat? Was that what you thought would happen when you dropped your shorts like that?”

I loved that smug little smirk she got when saying this, which made it easier to respond, “Yeah. Yeah, I kinda thought that idea might catch your interest.”

Mrs. McNeil didn’t lose that smug little smirk, reaching down with her hand to gently cup my balls, before shifting to start stroking me softly. “You know me too well, Ryan.”

Quickly, I leaned in to kiss her, enjoying how little interest she seemed to have in stopping stroking me. Her hand on my cock felt magical, and I groaned into her soft lips as I thrust my hips gently against her. She moaned against me, losing herself in this moment as her mouth melded with mine, kissing me more energetically as she ran her free hand up my chest.

Grinning darkly, I leaned in to kiss the side of her neck before whispering in her ear, “You know, I can’t help but notice that, despite your big talk, you aren’t on your knees yet…”

Mrs. McNeil looked at me, surprised at the forcefulness of my comment, perhaps, but with a certain grin on her face that showed how much she enjoyed it.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were just trying to take advantage of how tired I was after a long, hard day at work so you could dominate me and use me to your own wicked ends,” she explained.

I raised an eyebrow. “Is it working?”

Sighing, she replied, “Well, obviously…”

Pulling up her skirt slightly, Mrs. McNeil dropped to her knees in front of me, running her hands deliciously down my body as she did so.  Her touch was light, yet electric, causing me to shiver as she descended, never once taking her eyes off of mine.

“I swear… sometimes, there’s just so goddamn many responsibilities in the office that I want to scream. Everybody needs my time, everybody wants a piece of me, like I’m the only one there who can solve any fucking problem… and normally it’s something I can deal with, but sometimes you just need to let loose and do something irresponsible, let someone else be the responsible one and the one in charge and all that jazz, you know?” she asked, placing her face next to my cock as she continued running her hands up and down my body.

“Not having a job yet, I can’t say I entirely understand,” I groaned, loving the look of my erection bobbing next to her face. “But I’ve done some long days here and there, so I feel for you. If you want some irresponsibility while you’re here, I can certainly do my best to provide.”

Mrs. McNeil grinned up at me, reaching up to unpin her bun and letting her long, red hair cascade down behind her. She shook her hair out, looking thoroughly free as she grinned up at me and pursed those beautiful, plush lips of hers.

“You’ll do more than your best… you always do more than your best…” she said, leaning back enough so my cock was now in front of her face, the head only a matter of inches away from her mouth. “You always know how to please me, make me feel alive and wanted and… well, I can’t get cock like this just anywhere, can I?”

I laughed, softly. “Why, Mrs. McNeil, keep talking about me like that, and I’d think you just thought of me as a piece of meat.”

“Not just,” she amended, her breath hot on my cockhead. “You know how much you mean to me… but on a day like this, I guess sometimes it’s easier to think about both of us as pieces of meat in need of a hard orgasm rather than dealing with any higher reasoning. I assure you, that when I do objectify you, it’s with all of the best intentions.”

I grinned, as much for her sentiment as the way her breath felt amazing against my cock.

“It’s all good, really, I was just messing with you, hoping to make you laugh a little,” I replied.

She smirked, chuckling softly as she reached up to unbutton the top few buttons of her blouse, spreading the fabric to give me a better view of her intense cleavage.

Licking her lips, Mrs. McNeil replied, “Well, I’d say you succeeded, then. Of course, it is rather difficult to laugh when I’ve got my mouth full.”

I tried to come up with a nice comeback to this, but before I could, Mrs. McNeil opened up those beautiful, full lips of hers and wrapped them around my cockhead, sucking and swirling her tongue around it as she continued looking up at me hungrily.

“Oh, fuck, Mrs. McNeil…” I groaned, running my hand through her hair and pushing more of my cock into her mouth. “Fuck… I always forget how fucking good you are at this…”

She pulled her mouth off my cock, smirking up at me chidingly. “Really? I’m so forgettable compared with all my friends and daughters and all your other little sluts?”

Groaning, I replied, “No… fuck, you’re one of a kind, Mrs. McNeil, but… I guess we just don’t do this nearly enough.”

Mrs. McNeil nodded. “That’s for damn sure.”

With that, she dove back in, sucking and slurping down more of my cock an inch at a time, bobbing her head back and forth until she was sucking almost my entire length with each bounce. When it came to sex, Mrs. McNeil was a fucking expert, and had always been one of my most cherished lovers. Every time we were together, even with all the complicated feelings and history between our families involved, we were absolute fire, and even a slightly more sedate Mrs. McNeil like I was seeing today was still easily a sex goddess.

She sucked my cock with a slow passion, one hand wrapped around the base and hold me steady while she also stroked me. Why her husband had lost interest in her was beyond me, but if I was getting to enjoy the benefits like this, well, I wasn’t one to complain over another man’s foolishness.

Letting herself up for air, Mrs. McNeil kissed my cockhead, then lifted the shaft up with her hand so she could angle in and suck my balls. Wrapping her lips around them one at a time, she licked and played with them, clearly enjoying the way she was pleasing me as I ground against her hand. There was something I had been dancing around in the back of my mind, something that crystalized in that moment: that I was completely naked and she was almost completely dressed. There was something particularly naughty to that realization that got me going, and I couldn’t help but thrust more enthusiastically against her hand.

“Yeah… yeah, fuck my hand… fuck my hand while I suck your balls, Ryan… you like that? You like me on my knees like this for you?” Mrs. McNeil purred, leaning back in to kiss my balls. “Mmm, so big… bet you’ve got a big load in there for me, haven’t you? You always cum so much for me, makes me feel so good, and like such a fucking cumslut… and there’s times I need to feel like such a huge fucking cumslut without a worry in the world except cumming and making you fucking cum. You like that? You like making me feel good by cumming for me… you like making your best friend’s hot fucking mom feel like she’s the hottest fucking slut in town by cumming for her?”

Groaning, I replied, “Always… and if you keep doing that, you’ll make me cum… soon…”

Moaning softly, she dropped my cock back down so she could kiss the head, smiling up at me devilishly. “I want it… I want you to give me a nice, thick load down my throat, can you do that for me, Ryan? Can you cum down my throat, and make me swallow every last fucking drop? Because I’ve needed a nice load of cum to swallow for a while now… but only if you can get it up again afterward, because I still need to be fucked today… I know you’re supernaturally skilled when it comes to that, but we all have our off days… I just need to know, because more than anything else today, I need to get fucked.”

Looking down at her, I knew I could never deny this gorgeous woman kneeling before me.

“For you, I can always get it up again… I’ll never let you down,” I moaned, running my hand through her soft hair.

Mrs. McNeil purred pleasantly at this information, then went back to sucking my cock with gusto. She bobbed up and down on my cock with ravenous intent, no longer the mother of my best friend who I’d looked up to so much of my life, but an uncommonly gorgeous redheaded goddess bowing down before me and seeking to give me a pleasure few were privy to. I fucked back against her face, trying to match her pace while losing myself to her intent… but truly, this was one of those moments where I was just along for the ride.

What Mrs. McNeil wanted, she was going to get no matter what, and I was thoroughly going to enjoy sharing in her wicked pleasure.

“Cumming soon…” I warned her, pumping back against her face a little more urgently.

Mrs. McNeil nodded, my cock still in her mouth, before she continued to suck more eagerly. Her tongue applied such exquisite pressure to the underside of my cock as she sucked me, and looking up at me with her beautiful blue eyes… well, it would have taken a stronger man than me to resist completely losing it with these sensations.

Grunting, I gripped her hair tightly, pushing my cock deeply into her mouth as I came. Mrs. McNeil groaned around me, gulping down the flow of my cum with some eagerness as I filled her with shot after shot of my thick cum. As experienced as she was at this task, soon the flow was too much for her, and swallow though she might, she soon had to pull her mouth off of my cock, letting the last couple of shots hit her chin, with another splashing across her cheek.

Briefly, tauntingly, she showed me her mouth full of cum, letting it slosh from side to side for a moment to show off the sheer volume, then swallowed it down before presenting her now clean tongue proudly for inspection.

Weak and breathy, I chuckled, “Fuck… you’re kind of… kind of perfect, you know?”

“I think I’ve heard it said once or twice before,” Mrs. McNeil replied cheekily, wiping my cum from the face with the back of her hand before licking it up. “But I always love to hear it. Help me back up? I’m a little shaky, and I’d like to get cleaned up before we do anything else…”

I chuckled at the thought of her being the shaky one here when I was barely able to stay standing myself, but I was capable enough to pull myself together for her.

“Sure,” I replied, offering my hand and helping her to her feet.

“Thanks,” she said, strolling down the hall and looking around intently. “You know, for a couple of bachelors, you guys keep the place pretty clean.”

“Well, Dad keeps things pretty clean,” I amended. “My room’s usually a mess… not that that’s affected my social life much.”

Mrs. McNeil chuckled. “Yes, you’ve certainly been keeping busy this year, haven’t you?”

She ducked into the hallway bathroom and turned the light on. Soon I heard the sound of running water, and couldn’t help but notice that she’d left the door open. Something about this felt enticing, and I found myself wanting to go after her. Even with my recent cum, I could feel a fire burning inside me inspired by her, a fire I meant to let spread.

Though my legs were still wobbly from my orgasm, I followed her down the hall to the bathroom and peered inside, watching her as she bent over the sink ever so slightly to make sure she’d washed her face and rinsed her mouth out. Mrs. McNeil looked at herself in the mirror, freshening up and smiling at herself, looking more relaxed, more herself, and truly gorgeous. There was something about catching her in a candid moment like this that did it for me, seeing her at the end of a day of work like this and so pleasantly vulnerable that I couldn’t help but take charge and act.

I walked up behind Mrs. McNeil and wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her breasts through her clothes. My body molded to hers, my cock pressing against her ass as I embraced her. She moaned at my presence, and the insistent pressure I placed against her as I pressed her into the sink.

“I’m almost done in here… I’ll be out in a second…” she murmured as I kissed her neck, hissing and pressing her ass back against me. “Oh… wow…”

I grinned, running a hand down her side. “Who said I’m done with you?”

Looking at me in the mirror over the sink, Mrs. McNeil said, “Oh?”

“Yeah…” I said, sliding my hand under her skirt and squeezing her ass. “You really gave me a nice orgasm there, and it’s really only fitting that I do the same for you.”

Deftly, I slid my hand around her outer thigh, rubbing the front of her panties beneath her skirt. Her eyes widening at this contact, Mrs. McNeil moaned lusciously, rocking her hips against my hand as I applied pressure and began fingering her through her panties. Her moans were magic to me, that delicious gap between her legs hot and moist even through her panties as I began to teasingly pleasure her.

“Mmm, such a nice, considerate young man…” Mrs. McNeil groaned, kissing me again.

“I’ve got my pluses and minuses…” I said, applying firmer pressure through her panties. “But my eagerness for dispensing orgasms has been often cited as one of my better virtues.”

She dropped her head forward for a moment, then looked at herself in the mirror again. The sight was undoubtedly intoxicating. Still looking mostly composed from work in her outfit, and now cleaned up from her facial moments before, Mrs. McNeil could’ve been mistaken for positively respectable, someone you could pass on the street without a second thought (save for how hot she looked, naturally). That image of respectability in the mirror might have held if it weren’t for me standing naked behind her, one hand groping her breasts while the other was busy beneath her skirt. It was a delicious sight from where I was standing, but one I could certainly improve…

Kissing the side of her neck again, I deftly pushed the front of her panties to the side, allowing my fingers to finally explore her exposed, and thoroughly soaked, cunt.

“Oh god…” Mrs. McNeil groaned, pressing back against me. “Fuck… fuckfuckfuck… fuck, you’re good at that.”

Smirking, I kissed her neck again and said, “I know.”

She dropped her head forward again, trying to angle her hips to better allow me access to finger her. Now, while I didn’t need any help knowing how to please Mrs. McNeil, since I’d become quite accustomed to exactly what it took to make her cum, the fact that her shifting positions better pressed her full ass against my cock was quite nice. With my erection having regained much of its strength, I enjoyed taking this opportunity to grind against her while fingering her sex, running quick little circles over her clit as she moaned and pushed back against me.

Kissing me again, she smiled. “Mmm, I’m enjoying this more confident side of you… kind of dominant…”

“Yeah?” I asked, squeezing her breast particularly firmly. “It’s something I’ve been working on lately… kind of a new thing, but it’s been getting some good results when I decide to summon it.”

“Oh, it’s appreciated here…” Mrs. McNeil replied, a soft moan escaping her lips. “I’m at the tail end of a long, frustrating day, and I don’t want to have to fucking be in charge anymore… I want to unplug… I want to submit… fuck, I just want to have a good time with you… I want to have a good time and cum a bunch, have some sweaty, messy sex… maybe be used a little, or a lot, by a hot young man with a huge fucking cock who can summon that kind of dominance that drives a lady wild… does that sound like a reasonable request at the end of the day?”

Liking the picture she was painting, I squeezed her clit gently between thumb and forefinger, making her moan loudly as she braced herself against the sink.

“More than reasonable,” I replied, dropping my voice to a lower, more commanding tone. “And if you want to be used… you better believe that I will gladly use you… seeing you like this, looking so composed and professional, it makes me want to do all sorts of dirty things to you… and I know what kind of dirty things you’re capable of when you’re properly motivated… properly used. So, I am going to enjoy taking you and using you however I fucking want, but first thing’s first.”

“Y…y…yes?” Mrs. McNeil replied, her voice suddenly, sweetly submissive.

Grinning, I kissed her neck again. “You’re gonna have to cum for me… think you can do that for me? Think you can cum for me, knowing what’s coming next, slut?”

Moaning submissively, Mrs. McNeil nodded, pressing herself back against me as I continued to finger her. She continued to brace herself against the sink, moaning and rocking back against me, looking absolutely gorgeous as I pleasured her, her face that beautiful mask of submission as I brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. Admittedly, it was a challenge not just pulling her skirt up around her waist and powerfucking her here and now, but patience always paid off for me in the past, and I knew it would again here. I would need to keep my own urges in check if I wanted to get the most out of Mrs. McNeil, and knowing what would happen when the two of us got together… well, I wasn’t going to rush this any more than I had to.

I squeezed her clit gently, firmly, pressing myself against her as I stared into her eyes in the mirror. She looked so achingly beautiful like this, her mouth dropping open, her normally porcelain skin flushed pink with lust and need. I was beginning to rather get off on this strange dynamic between us, enjoying the sight of her like this while still fully dressed. I considered, briefly, saying something about this, but before I could she cried out with a sudden, sharp orgasm. Her body shaking against me as a formless wail escaped her lips, I got to watch, to feel, as Mrs. McNeil came under my skilled fingers. Even with everything I had done this year, the insane, debauched adventures I had been on that were arguably more intense and over the top than this moment, I knew I would never tire of seeing Mrs. McNeil lose herself to my sexual skills.

This wasn’t the most devastating orgasm I’d ever given her, but it was certainly a nice appetizer for what would come.

The room smelling thickly of her sex, Mrs. McNeil collapsed forward somewhat, catching her breath as she held herself up on the counter. Grinning darkly, I let go of her, sliding both hands under her skirt so I could hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties, pulling them over the impressive swell of her ass before dropping them down her shapely legs.

Dutifully, and shakily, she stepped out of them, allowing me to pick up the lacy garment. The panties were soaked through with her juices, and I couldn’t help but bring them up to my nose, taking in a long, luxuriant sniff before balling them up in my hand.

Looking at her cum-bleary eyes in the mirror, I said, “I’m keeping these.”

“Okay…” she nodded, a soft moan coming out as she saw me take another sniff of the wet garment.

“Good,” I replied, stepping back from her and cocking my head down the hallway. “My bedroom. Follow me.”

I walked off ahead of her, letting Mrs. McNeil pull herself together and trying to collect myself in the process. Fuck, she was so fucking hot, and it was hard at times to remember when I was supposed to be dominant when I really just wanted to be giddy and silly over the fact that I was hooking up once again with this gorgeous MILF who I just so happened to respect and admire by a great margin. I half wanted to worship her and just cuddle and laugh with her… but it was worth stating that I was enjoying being dominant with her as well, and knew that if I kept the act up, we’d both have a very good time by the time we were done here.

In my bedroom, I quickly stashed her panties away, pushed a few things off my bed and swept a few dirty pieces of clothing under the bed that I’d missed in my earlier cleanup efforts to try to make this room at least somewhat acceptable for guests, then stood there waiting for her.

Mrs. McNeil took her time to reach me, but with that pleasantly just-been-fucked look on her face, she stumbled into my room and smiled at me with a lazy, slightly drunk-looking grin.

“Fuck… you just get better every time we do this… experience has been doing you fucking wonders,” she said, fanning herself off, before taking in her surroundings. “Been a while since I’ve been in an 18-year-old boy’s bedroom… fuck, does this take me back.”

“Yeah?” I asked, amused.

“Please… you know I wasn’t always this responsible,” Mrs. McNeil joked. “I’ve been in a lot of teen boys’ bedrooms… it’s just been a while now, with a whole lot more of that pesky responsibility picked up in the meantime.”

“You’re not that responsible now, just like me. Partly why we work so well together,” I said, keeping my voice even and authoritative. “We keep it dirty…”

“And dirty is fun,” Mrs. McNeil mused, smirking at me. “And it’s also pretty much all I ever did whenever I was in an 18-year-old boy’s bedroom.”

“I’m sure,” I said, walking toward her and squeezing her ass through her skirt. “Because you can dress up as nicely as you want, look thoroughly corporate and respectable, but we both know that underneath all this…”

In one swift, confident move, I pulled her skirt up over the swell of her butt, exposing her beautiful, bare, pale ass cheeks for my eyes. “…you’re a dirty fucking slut, and one of the best in the whole goddamn world.”

Mrs. McNeil moaned as I groped her ass, massaging her cheeks before spreading them apart. She leaned into me, her breath quickening as I groped her, moaning and whimpering encouragements as I continued to explore her ass.

Confidently, I slipped one hand between her cheeks, forcing my middle finger into her asshole. She cried out in surprise at the sudden intrusion, holding onto me and looking into my eyes with a fiery passion that cut through most of her tiredness. I pumped it in and out of her, twisting it around ever so slightly and making her into my own personal moaning MILF sex toy.

Loving this side of her, I grabbed a handful of that luscious, long hair of hers and pulled her head back, kissing her hard, then asked in my dark, commanding voice, “So… instead of going home to your husband after a long day at work, you came here like a slut, asking to be treated like a whore while you get ordered around by me because you know I can give it to you just the way you fucking need it… better than any other guy around, is that about right?”

“Y…y…yes…” Mrs. McNeil replied, her voice soft and shaky as I continued violating her ass with my finger.

I grinned darkly and kissed her, keeping the fire and passion alive as we made out. Electricity surged between us as we kissed, that need growing hotter and sharper as we became one in this beautifully dark encounter. A number of lines, dark and playfully threatening in ways that I knew would turn her on, swirled through my mind as I wanted to celebrate this occasion, but I quickly realized we were well past the point where lines and quips were needed.

Action, on the other hand, would certainly be welcome as we moved on to the next step.

Quickly, I pulled my finger from her ass, then pushed Mrs. McNeil against the nearest available wall. She gasped at the impact, but I was on her before she could make much more noise than that, pressing her to the wall as I continued making out with her. She moaned against my lips, wrapping her arms around me as I fumbled roughly with her skirt, bunching it up around her waist before I reached down and teased my cock at the entrance of her pussy.

Her eyes opened widely as she felt me promise to enter her, and ever so subtly Mrs. McNeil spread her legs. We looked into each other’s eyes in that moment, the heat between us undeniable as I continued to rub my cockhead over her exposed slit. It was a deliciously absurd situation we were in, her still almost fully dressed while I was naked, searching for her entrance as we both reveled in this wonderfully erotic fantasy brought to life.

Kissing me deliriously, Mrs. McNeil’s eyes fluttered closed as she moaned one simple word: “Please…”

My cockhead parted her pussy lips, and with a practiced thrust, I pushed inside her welcoming cunt. We both shared a low, lusty moan as those first few inches slipped inside of her. I reached down, grabbing her ass for purchase, before continuing to push into her. As ever, her pussy was hot and welcoming, thoroughly soaked and perfectly tight, gripping and pleasuring me as I burrowed each and every last bit of my ten inches inside of her. Her every moan and gasp only drove me further, the ecstasy on her face feeling in the moment like the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

It was with a satisfied shiver that I bottomed out inside of her, bracing my feet to keep her pinned against the wall. Wordlessly, I leaned in, kissing and sucking on her neck while I continued to grope her ass.

“Mmm…” she groaned, squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles. “You keep doing that, and you’ll give me hickies.”

Feeling particularly daring, I replied, “And?”

Mrs. McNeil’s eyes flashed with mischief, which seemed like as good a time as any for me to begin pumping into her. Soft gasps escaped her lips as I fucked her against the wall, followed by a light laugh.

“And I’d say you’re a bad boy who’s looking to get me in trouble… and that’d probably get you harder, wouldn’t it?” she asked.

I laughed, pumping into her more forcefully. “What do you think?”

Smiling, she kissed me, reaching down to grip my ass as I fucked into her harder. I went back to kissing and playfully biting her neck, something that only seemed to get her off even more as I fucked into her, which was all I really needed. If she wanted to be this kind of daring, I was more than happy to be that kind of daring with her, pumping into her harder and faster as I playfully sucked on her neck.

With quick, deft hands, Mrs. McNeil let go of me, reaching up to further unbutton her blouse until it was completely open, exposing the pale expanse of her toned abs, and her heaving, bra-clad breasts. Mrs. McNeil’s DDD-cup breasts had always been an awesome sight to me, and having had enough experience with them to fill a lifetime (and always wanting more), I was overwhelmed by excitement as she exposed them to me. Even like this, still covered by her dark bra, they were a sight to behold and only made me want to fuck her harder.

Of course, even as this image drove me, this position also carried with it some practical concerns, and while it was fun to fuck a woman up against the wall (particularly when you’re roughly the same height), it isn’t the most comfortable position, especially when you’re only feet away from a bed that’s calling for you to engage in some more sensible, but no less fun, sex.

Letting go of Mrs. McNeil, I ignored her protests and pulled out of her. “Come on. Bed’s right there.”

I kept my tone firm and commanding, and the way Mrs. McNeil’s face lit up at the suggestion, I knew that I’d picked on a good idea. Quickly, I lay down on the bed, watching as Mrs. McNeil regained her footing on shaky legs. Looking somewhat uncomfortable, she shrugged out of her jacket. I could see her, briefly, considering stripping down with me, but it seemed she was finding a similar naughty excitement to me with her being more dressed than me, and thought better of it. Instead of further disrobing, she looked me in the eye and reached up, pulling her breasts up and over the cups of her bra and exposing them to me in their bare glory. Her thick, hard, pink nipples stood out to me invitingly, making me lick my lips with anticipation.

“Come on, Mrs. McNeil,” I growled, stroking my cock. “I want to see you ride my fucking cock.”

Grinning down at me, she climbed on top of me. I got that magnificent sight of her swinging one of those beautiful, long legs of hers over me, flipping her skirt up just enough that she could straddle my cock. She ground against me, gliding her wet pussy lips over my cock playfully, almost experimentally, as if I hadn’t just fucked her up against the wall.

“It’s so big!” Mrs. McNeil giggled in her sweet, submissive voice. “No wonder you’re so good at tempting all the MILFs in town…”

“Yeah?” I asked, pulling her down so I could kiss her. “All you MILFs do seem to love it big, don’t you?”

This would hardly be the first time we’d had a conversation like this, but I won’t deny taking a certain amount of silly pride at making her respond like this.

Groaning, Mrs. McNeil reached down to line my cock up with her pussy, slowly rocking until she’d pushed the head and several more inches back inside of her.

“Yeeeeeeeessssssssssss…” she groaned, pushing the last of me inside of her. “We love it big, because we can’t get that from home… but we can get that from you… fuck, we can get it from you…”

I reached down, spanking her harshly. “Come on, I told you to fucking ride me.”

My tone was not pleasant, and she got the meaning quickly enough, looking down at me with lust-glazed eyes. Her beautiful, full lips fell open in a small O of submission, and without a word, she began to ride me, bracing her knees against the bed as she began to pick up her pace.

I made sure this pace was easier to keep up by spanking her a few more times as I fucked up into her, making her moan and squeal as she rode me with a more frantic pace.

“You can do better than this, Mrs. McNeil… you came here to be treated like a slut, right? Then fucking act like one… ride me, moan for me, tell me how much you fucking love this!” I growled, spanking her again before I pulled her in so I could better suck on her nipples.

Mrs. McNeil moaned at this attention, bouncing harder on my cock as I fucked her and sucked her nipples. “Fuck… I love it, I love your cock and getting fucked by you… fucking love being used by you, especially on a day like this… but that’s any day, really, because I love your fucking cock, love being treated like a fucking whore, and I love… AAAAAAAH!!!”

Whatever end to that sentence she meant, I couldn’t say, but the way she cried out and rode me perfectly more than made up for any lack of eloquence. She felt fucking amazing on me, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I couldn’t get enough of her body, of her clutching cunt, of those perfect hard nipples of hers in my mouth… fuck, this was a perfect fucking afternoon for me, honestly, and I was hardly finished with her.

“Fuck, you’re amazing… you’re amazing, Ryan, you and that big fucking cock… that mouth!  Fuck, we should be doing this more often… I should be coming here, fucking you, draining this cock, taking that cum every fucking day, oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck… please, please keep fucking me… fuck me forever… holy fuck…” she continued, her voice getting higher and whinier with every passing moment in a way that had me fucking her even harder.

Chuckling as I fucked back up into her, I explained, “You’d really have to get in line for that one, Mrs. McNeil… you’re lucky you could get me today, my girlfriends…”

“You’re saying you wouldn’t kick them out for me? For this ass? This body? For the chance to cum in me again and again and indulge whatever sick fantasies you want with the hottest fucking MILF you know?” Mrs. McNeil replied.

Her tone was submissive, even if her words were anything but. She eyed me with a hungry neediness, totally cum drunk and lost in this moment, almost as I was. Though I would never ditch my girlfriends if given the opportunity, I’d be lying if I said Mrs. McNeil wasn’t painting an intoxicating picture. Getting to fuck her every day, whenever I wanted, however I wanted… fuck, it was tempting. Really tempting. Impossible, of course, but exciting in a way that had me fucking up into her with a greater ferocity.

And all too happy to turn the tables on her.

Grabbing her by the hair, I wrenched Mrs. McNeil’s head back. She cried out in pleasure and pain, never ceasing riding me as I fucked her.

“You could try kicking my girlfriends out, but I don’t think you’d find it easy… fuck, they’d probably pin you and fuck you until you were unconscious if you even tried,” I said, going back to sucking on her nipples.

“Mmm, are you trying to talk me out of it, or talk me into it?” she teased. “I’ve seen the hot pieces of ass you run around with…”

Not wanting to ruin the moment, I didn’t laugh, but as ever I had to be impressed by Mrs. McNeil. Growing up, she had always seemed like one of the steadiest people I had ever known. While I’d had some of my first crushes based around her, I never thought that someone as straight-laced and put-together as she seemed would ever be like… well, this. Knowing that she was a ravenous slut and one of the most passionate lovers beneath her buttoned-up appearance was a delightful contradiction, the kind that made it hard to stay so dominant and playfully grim.

If I wanted to do that for her, that demanded a change in strategy.

Wrapping my arms around her tightly, I buried my cock nice and deep inside of her, then rolled over so I was on top of her. Mrs. McNeil cried out pleasurably, smiling up at me and kissing me as I went back to pounding her sweet cunt.

“We’re not here to talk about my girlfriends… not today…” I said, pumping into her with a greater ferocity. “You’re here because you want me to treat you like the slut you deserve to be treated like… isn’t that right?”

“Yes…” she moaned, wrapping her arms and legs around me as I kept fucking her.

“Yes, what?” I hissed into her ear.

“Yes…” Mrs. McNeil groaned, her voice taking on a desperate, needy tone that only inspired more hard fucking from me. “Yes, I want you to fuck me, Ryan, fuck me hard… make me your slut, your whore, your bitch, fucking wreck me, fuck me, fuck me harder than my husband ever could with that huge fucking cock! Please fuck me and fill me up, make me yours, please, do it, fuck me, own me, destroy me, take me, fuck me, Ryan, fuck me harder! Please fuck me harder, fuck me harder and make me cum and cum in me, please, please, fuck me!!!”

I may have been on top of her and we may have been playing with power dynamics, but I couldn’t deny at this point that Mrs. McNeil was rather well in charge of this fuck. Whatever exhaustion she’d been facing at the end of a long day had since been overpowered by her lust, it seemed, and with her arms and legs firmly wrapped around me, she used me to fuck her almost as much as I was actually fucking her. As ever, in moments like this, keeping in character was a bit of a challenge, but I’d had enough experience by this point to give it my best.

I fucked her, and I fucked her hard, pumping into her pussy with every bit of force and skill I had, making her moan and cry out loudly as she took nearly every inch I had to give her with each stroke. I looked down at her with that pleasantly dark dominance in my eyes, staring into her as she stared up at me with that lustful, hopeful glaze in her eyes as it seemed like she’d likely come to life truly for the first time today. Energy surged between us, born of pleasure and that delicious wrongness that always came about whenever Mrs. McNeil and I got together. What was happening between us was wrong, she was my best friend’s mom and married on top of that, and yet this only drove the two of us to hotter, more intense heights than before. She moaned and begged as I grunted and fucked, whispering dark words and calling her my “bitch” and “slut” and “whore”, exciting her only further as we fucked each other with a playful savagery.

“The best… you’re the fucking best!” Mrs. McNeil moaned, squeezing my ass with her feet as she moaned and wailed.

“I think… no… you’re the fucking best… holy fuck, how do we… how do we keep doing this… fuck, so fucking hot, so gorgeous, so perfect…” I groaned, lost to the moment as I pounded away at her.

Through moans, she chuckled. “Won’t… won’t tell your girlfriends you said that…”

“Please don’t,” I grunted. “Or the rest of your book club.”

Mrs. McNeil laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think any of them would like hearing you had a favorite.”

“Yeah, that probably wouldn’t go over too well for you,” I admitted, feeling the pressure building in my balls but holding on as long as I could.

“I’d think it’d go less well for you. Get my friends competitive…” she laughed again. “You’d be a dead man.”

“A dead man, sure, but I’d have a lot of fun with whatever they had in mind to get me there,” I explained.

“Fair,” Mrs. McNeil replied, kissing me again. “Oh, fuck… we keep going like this, you’re gonna make me cum again.”

“That was kind of the idea… why, did you want me to stop?” I teased.

Her eyes flew open, a fire blooming across her entire expression. “Fuck, no! Stop now and you won’t have to wait for my friends to make you a dead man.”

“Point taken,” I grunted, wrapping a hand around her neck and gently squeezing as I took back my dominant tone and continued, “So, then you know what you have to do for me, right?”

Mrs. McNeil looked up at me with wide eyes, her face suddenly back to that delightfully submissive appearance she did so well.

“What?” she asked, her voice soft and timid.

“You have to cum for me, but not just yet…” I grunted, fucking her harder. “Because I’m gonna cum soon, and I’m gonna cum inside of you, and when I do, you’re gonna cum for me too, alright, slut? You’re gonna be a good girl and wait for me, and when I unleash inside of you, you’re going to fucking lose it, alright?”

Mrs. McNeil bit her lip, then nodded, encouraging me to fuck her even harder as she kept her legs locked behind me. She moaned and cried out pleasurably, her eyes fluttering and her lips almost permanently parted in that beautiful mask of pleasure that had overtaken her. The way her pussy muscles were squeezing me, massaging my cock and practically milking me, I knew she was close, and that she was pushing me to that point as well. Looking down, seeing her massive tits bouncing uncontrollably as I pounded into her, it was almost too much.

What was too much were her whimpers, slowly losing any control that she might have had.

“Come on… please… please, cum… please, cum in me… please cum in me… please cum in me…” she groaned. “I’m so… I’m so close… please, Ryan, please, cum, cum, cum… please, CUUUUUUUMMM!”

Grunting furiously, I gave her my last bit of strength, pumping into her, burying deep and cumming hard inside of her. Mrs. McNeil cried out in pleasure, her pussy clamping down around me and coaxing out every last shot of cum I had to give her. The pleasure exploding between us was indescribably powerful, my cock pumping what felt like gallons inside of her while she simply pulled it out of me.

I groaned, a long, delirious sound that took every last bit of energy out of me, before I collapsed on top of Mrs. McNeil. Similarly, she melted into the bed, unwrapping her legs from behind me as she caught her breath, panting. Though hazy, we briefly locked eyes and went back to kissing each other, slow and lazy.

I could’ve stayed like this all night, but eventually Mrs. McNeil had to break the kiss.

“Mmm… fuck, this is so nice…” she purred, kissing my neck. “But I should probably get cleaned up and home for dinner soon.”

I nodded and playfully squeezed one of her nipples. “I understand… but, hey, if you’ve ever had a bad day again, let me know? I’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule.”

I kept my tone jokey, and Mrs. McNeil replied with mock indignation, squeezing my cock playfully. “You’re such a bad boy, sometimes!”

Smirking, I kissed her. “You wouldn’t want me any other way.”

She thought about this for a moment, then replied, “No, I suppose I wouldn’t.”

Sighing pleasantly, we shared another long, lingering kiss, one that I hoped would give her what she needed to make it back to the real world in one piece, while keeping her wanting more.

As ever, I believe I was quite successful with that.