A single mature MILF get a unexpected visit from a young man who gets a fuck he will never forget.

The afternoon sun fucked its way through the sheer kitchen curtains, dappling the tiled floor in hazy light as it rested upon the ample curves of Jess’ ass. Her yoga pants hugged every generously curved centimeter, and she sang along to vintage Fleetwood Mac on the crackling old radio whilst she cleaned the breakfast dishes, hips swaying. She was just rinsing away the soapy residue when a sudden knock at the back door startled her.

Jess padded over and peeked through the glass. A young man in his late teens stood there, flop sweat beading on his brow in the late summer heat. He looked lost, confused, and more than a little desperate. Jess was intrigued. She swung open the door, one hand on her wide hip. “Hello there, sugar. Can I help you?”

The boy’s eyes skipped around, as if trying to decide where to land, before finally resting on her ample cleavage, barely contained by her tight tank top. “Uh, good morning? I’m Ryan. I was hoping you could help me out…”

Jess leaned in, deliberate and teasing. “Oh? And what kind of help are you lookin’ for, Ryan?” She could smell the frustration and feral energy wafting off him. It made her cunt twitch in sympathetic response.

“I-I’m so sorry to bother you…” he stuttered. “But I need a new part for my motorcycle. I was hoping… Could I maybe use your phone to call a tow truck? I’m totaled here.” Ryan held out his hands in supplication.

Jess’s full lips curved in a smile, shark-like. “That’s no problem at all, darlin’.” She stepped back and let Ryan come inside, eyes flicking down appreciatively at the bulge in his jeans. “There’s one in the kitchen. Make yourself at home.” She turned and sauntered away.

Ryan followed her, unthinkingly. Jess was a tall woman, well over thirty, but she had figure which still commanded attention – long, curvy legs, a perfect rear, and a rack to die for. Ryan unconsciously licked his lips as he trailed behind her.

She smiled to herself, enjoying the wide-eyed disbelief splayed across his reddening face. She could practically hear the gears turning in his head… Was this really happening? To him?

Jess leaned back against the kitchen counter, crossing her arms under her chest and pushing her tits up. “So, I bet this isn’t what you had planned for your Saturday, huh?”

“Uh, no, ma’am!” Ryan quickly replied. “I’m so sorry to trouble you like this! I just don’t know what to do…”

Jess pushed off the counter and took a step towards him, hip cocked. “Oh, I think we can figure that out, sugar. Why don’t you put me on speaker, so I can help?”

Ryan nodded, ringing the number and setting his phone on the counter. Jess sidled up next to him, looking up at him innocently through a veil of dark lashes. “Now, why don’t you tell me all about this bike issue?” She trailed a finger down his chest, feeling him tense under her touch.

Ryan swallowed hard, trying to focus on what the guy on the other end was saying. But fuck, the MILF was so close he could smell her perfume, all sexy and flowery. It made his dick throb, and he adjusted himself. Unfortunately, he did so a bit too hard, and clunked his elbow into the phone.

Jess bit her lip to stop the laugh from bubbling out. She reached over, intentionally brushing against him as she caught the phone before it tumbled off the edge. She hung up after a moment, tapping the end call button with her long, red nails.

“Well, no one can get here until Monday! Isn’t that a shame?” she pouted prettily.

Ryan blinked. He was in a house with a MILF fantasy made flesh – pouty lips, big tits, ass you could bounce quarters off – and she was seemingly coming onto him? What the hell was he supposed to do?

Jess turned, facing him. She was tall enough that her tits lined right up with his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to smash his face in them, motorboat until he passed out from lack of oxygen. She ran a finger up and down his chest. “You know, I could give you a place to stay until you get this sorted. It would be no trouble at all…”

“Really?” Ryan choked out. “You would do that?”

Jess licked her glossy lips. “Mmmhm. And I’m such a generous hostess, I’d be sure take real good care of you.”

“I don’t know what to say…” Ryan grabbed the phone with shaking hands. “Let me text my parents, tell them not to worry. Then maybe… maybe you could show me where I’ll be bunking?”

Jess smirked and stepped back. “Of course, honey. Let me go put some fresh sheets on the pull-out in the study. Make yourself at home.” She fluttered her fingers at him and sashayed out of the kitchen.

Holy shit, was this really happening? Was he about to get a hard-bodied older woman to himself, for a weekend even? His hands itched like he’d gotten a static shock as he quickly texted his folks.

“Study, huh?” he wondered. “There has to be a catch, a trick or something.” He looked down and palmed his stubbornly erect cock through his jeans. “Fuck it, I don’t care. Let’s see where this goes.”

He shoved the phone in his back pocket and followed the sound of Jess humming in a lusty undertone. The pull-out was in the study, all right. And she was already there, pulling back the fitted sheet on the creaky bed.

Ryan hovered in the doorway, not wanting to come on too strong. But when Jess crawled onto the bed, ass in the air, giving him a perfect view of yoga-pant-covered cunt, he about swallowed his tongue.

“Goodness!” Jess jumped as he started breathing hard behind her. “I almost forgot… you must be starving!” She tossed a saucy look over her shoulder. “Let’s go see what I have in the kitchen before I give you the grand tour, hmm?”

Ryan followed, head down, cock a pancing soldier in his pants as he ogled the generous sway of her ass. Before she could disappear into the next room, he side-stepped her, cutting off her egress.

“Uh, listen, Mrs. uh…” He swallowed heavily.

“Jess. Just Jess,” she purred.

“Jess,” he breathed. “I just want you to know…”

“What is it, sugar?”

He swooped his head down, capturing her plump lips with his own. She made a startled noise but quickly melted into his eager mouth, tongue licking at his, tasting the rebellion in his first kiss.

When they finally parted, both panting and flushed, she stroked a thumb over his kiss-swollen bottom lip. “Fuck, you’re eager,” she panted. “We may need to do something about that…”