Fit fucks the pool boy in her parents backyard

The sweltering heat of a summer afternoon permeated the air, causing a thick haze to rise from the asphalt driveway. Mrs. Summerfield, a MILF in her prime, lounged by the pool in her backyard, her curvaceous figure draped in a barely-there bikini that left little to the imagination. Her ample bosom heaved with each breath, threatening to spill out of the flimsy fabric that struggled to contain it. She sipped on a frozen margarita, the salt on the rim of the glass glistening with the sheen of sweat that coated her skin.

Just then, the sound of footsteps approaching originating from the pool house. Mrs. Summerfield lifted her sunglasses to see her son’s pool boy, a strapping young lad with chiseled abs and a mischievous smirk, sauntering towards the pool. He was clad in nothing but a pair of low-slung swim trunks that hung tantalizingly off his hips, the V-shape of his Adonis belt leading the eye downward.

“I thought I told you, you could take the day off in this heat,” Mrs. Summerfield commented, eyeing him appreciatively. “Didn’t want you to…overheat, if you know what I mean.”

The pool boy, Jax, chuckled, his eyes roving over Mrs. Summerfield’s body, lingering on her heaving chest. “I couldn’t resist taking a dip in the pool,” he said, his voice low and husky. “And maybe getting to know you better…”

Mrs. Summerfield’s breath hitched in her throat, a telltale sign of her arousal. She beckoned Jax closer, crooking her finger in a come-hither gesture. “Well, what are you waiting for, then?” she purred. “Come here and show me what you’ve got.”

Jax didn’t hesitate, hurrying to her side and kneeling down beside her. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her plump ass and groping her generous breasts. Mrs. Summerfield moaned, her nipples hardening beneath the flimsy fabric of her bikini top.

“Touch me,” she gasped, guiding Jax’s hand beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms. “I need you to touch me.”

Jax obliged, his fingers delving into her hot, wet folds. He rubbed her clit in tight circles, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Mrs. Summerfield’s moans grew louder, more desperate. She needed more.

Panting with desire, Mrs. Summerfield pushed Jax down onto the pool deck, straddling his waist. She ground her hips against his, feeling his thick, hard cock straining against his swim trunks. “I want you inside me,” she whimpered. “Now.”

Jax tore away the flimsy fabric of her bikini bottoms, revealing her glistening pussy. He positioning himself at her entrance, then with one swift thrust, burying himself deep inside her. Mrs. Summerfield cried out, her walls clamping down around him, the feeling of fullness incredible.

Jax set a brutal pace, his hips snapping forward as he pounded into her again and again. Mrs. Summerfield met each thrust, her nails digging into his sweat-slicked back. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with their harsh breaths and moans of pleasure.

“Harder,” Mrs. Summerfield urged, too caught up in the moment to care who might hear. “Fuck me harder!”

Jax angled his hips, driving his cock deeper into her needy cunt. He felt her tightening around him, her juices seeping out and coating his shaft. She was close.

“Come for me,” Jax growled, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it furiously. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”

With a cry of ecstasy, Mrs. Summerfield did just that. Her body convulsed, juices gushing from her pussy as she rode out her intense orgasm. Jax followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her, filling her to the brim with his hot seed.

They collapsed together on the pool deck, panting and sated. Mrs. Summerfield’s bikini bottoms lay abandoned nearby, evidence of their heated encounter. The backyard was silent once more, save for the gentle lapping of the pool water and the distant hum of neighboring lawnmowers.

Mrs. Summerfield knew she should feel guilty for her tryst with Jax. After all, he was her son’s employee and close to her own age. But as she felt his softening cock slipping from her still-pulsing pussy, she couldn’t bring herself to care. All she knew was that she wanted more – more of his youthful virility, more of his rock-hard flesh inside her, filling her up until she couldn’t take anymore.

She would have to find a way to lure him back again. Maybe suggest a “private swimming lesson” in the indoor pool later that evening, when her husband wouldn’t be home. Or perhaps a “deep cleaning” of his bedroom that entailed them getting “dirty” together first.

The possibilities were endless, and Mrs. Summerfield was determined to explore every single one of them with her young pool boy, consequences be damned. Her pussy tensed at the thought, already hungry for more. They had all summer to indulge in their secret affair – and Mrs. Summerfield planned on enjoying it to its fullest extent.

Even if it meant risking everything to get her fill of Jax’s thick, throbbing cock over and over again until the very last days of this sweltering summer drew to a close…