u/BestTechnician9136

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I knew I was getting laid the moment you arrived to our 'date' wearing a little black dress so *tight* that the outline of your nipples were starkly visible through the clinging fabric. Perhaps I was even observant enough to note the conspicuous *lack* of an equivalent outline for your panties, given that you had opted against wearing anything more than necessary to maintain a modicum of decency.

After all, you're not so naive as to think that swiping right on a college boy half your age means setting course for an evening of scintillating conversation and urbane observations.

So, your favourite little black dress ends up pooled by the doorway alongside your set aside heels. Forgotten, as you run your tongue up the bottom of my shaft in one long, languid lick - leaving a stripe of spit in your wake before wrapping your crimson-coated lips around the head and suckle with all the needy enthusiasm of a woman who desperately needs *sex*. You gaze runs up the length of my muscular body, and for a moment you feel a spark of recognition when our eyes meet. A strange sort of *deja vu* that ebbs into the back of your mind as the tip of my cock prods insistently against the back of your throat.

You roll your eyes, even as the corner of your mouth tilts upwards in a wicked half-smile. Leaning in until your nose brushes against my mons, buried in the thrush of the hair that clings to my skin.Holding your ponytail in my fist, I'm feeling how *snugly* I fit into the tight confines of your throat.

When you draw back, I note with smug satisfaction that a lingering ring of red circles the base of my shaft. Brushing back a few errant locks of crimson hair as I meet your eyes once more.

"You know, I'm old enough to be your mother." you drawl in your ear, I gave a cunning smile even as your fingers curl possessively around me. Giving a few lazy pumps of your fist before you swing a leg over my hips to straddle me proper.

It's more than *just* an idle taboo. You *had* a son once, years and years ago... In a time of your life when becoming a proper mother would have been inconvenient, and so you gave him up.

The recollection sparks something darkly uncomfortable within your chest. A sudden tightening that is wholly at odds from the carefree hookup you'd intended this to be. So you do the obvious thing and sink down on my cock, letting a soft moan escape from my lips. I noticed you didn't insisted on protection, but frankly when one is a woman of your age and riding a hard dick in a college dorm room - well, one is certainly far past the point of making *good* decisions.

your fingers brush my hair from my face, a gesture that feels wholly maternal - even despite the obscene, wet sound of my cock sinking deep into the needy heat of your cunt. Something just feels so *oddly* pleasant about doing this...

"What did you say your name was?" You ask, sitting up in my lap, eyebrow raised - my cock still nestled neatly within you

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The backstory is you were pregnant in your college days and after your delivery, you left the boy at the doorstep of a big mansion.

I'm the same boy, that family adopted me....here we'll face the truth

Limits: No Underage Characters or Scat