SHAME4K. Slender mature dragged into unplanned affair with friends son

Title: Shameful Desires: A Mature Maid’s Forbidden Indulgence

Sandra, a mature and slender redhead, had been working as a maid for the Jenkins family for over a decade. At 50 years old, she was used to being the object of lustful stares from the family’s teenage son, Michael. However, nothing could have prepared her for what happened on that fateful day.

It was a busy morning, and Sandra was upstairs dusting the furniture in Michael’s room. Unaware that the 18-year-old was home, she continued her chores, humming softly to herself. Little did she know that Michael was lying in bed, his eyes glued to her every move.

As Sandra reached up to dust a high shelf, her skimpy maid uniform rode up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her toned thighs and the lacy edge of her panties. Michael’s breath caught in his throat, and he felt a surge of desire that was both exciting and shameful.

Suddenly, Michael cleared his throat, causing Sandra to jump and whirl around. “Oh, Michael! I didn’t realize you were home,” she gasped, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

Michael grinned, his eyes roving over her curves appreciatively. “I couldn’t miss this show,” he quipped, his voice thick with desire.

Sandra felt a thrill run through her body, despite herself. She knew she should put a stop to this, but there was something about Michael’s raw, animalistic hunger that intrigued her.

“Now, Michael, you know this isn’t appropriate,” she admonished, but her tone was weak, almost teasing.

Michael pushed himself out of bed, his erection straining against his pajama pants. “Come on, Sandra. I know you want it as much as I do,” he purred, stalking towards her like a predator.

Sandra’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as Michael cornered her, his body pressing against hers. She could feel the heat emanating from his skin, the hardness of his cock pressing against her thigh.

“Please, Michael,” she whispered, but it was more of a plea for him to continue than to stop.

Michael didn’t need any more encouragement. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing them roughly. Sandra moaned, her head falling back as Michael pressed his lips to her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.

With a growl, Michael tore at Sandra’s uniform, ripping it away and exposing her lacy bra and panties. He stepped back, admiring her body with a hungry gaze.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he groaned, before falling to his knees and burying his face between her thighs.

Sandra cried out, her hands fisting in Michael’s hair as his tongue delved into her panties, seeking out her clit. She was wet, soaking through the lace, and Michael lapped at her hungrily, his fingers tugging the fabric aside.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” he murmured, before redoubling his efforts, his tongue flicking over her sensitive bud again and again.

Sandra’s legs trembled, her hips bucking against Michael’s face as he Pleasured her. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but the intensity of her arousal washed away any thoughts of guilt or shame.

“Oh, god, Michael,” she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair. “I’m going to come.”

With a final, hard suck on her clit, Sandra came undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Michael lapped up her juices, savoring every drop.

As Sandra floated down from her high, she watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Michael stripped off his pants, freeing his large, throbbing cock. She licked her lips, her pussy clenching with anticipation.

Michael pushed her back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. He notched his cock at her entrance, teasing her with the tip.

“Tell me you want it, Sandra,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.

“I want it,” Sandra whispered, unable to deny her desire any longer. “Fuck me, Michael. Make me yours.”

With a triumphant grin, Michael slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt. Sandra cried out, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size. He set a brutal pace, pounding into her with a ferocity that bordered on savage.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Michael grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. “I’m not going to last long.”

Sandra could only moan in response, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being filled so thoroughly. She could feel another orgasm building, her inner walls fluttering around Michael’s cock.

With a final, hard thrust, Michael came, filling Sandra with his hot, thick seed. She followed shortly after, her body shaking with the force of her release.

As they lay there, panting and sated, Sandra felt a twinge of shame creep in. What had she done? She had just had sex with her boss’s son, a boy barely out of high school. It was wrong on so many levels, but she couldn’t deny that it had been the most intense, satisfying sex of her life.

Michael grinned at her, tracing a finger down her side. “That was amazing,” he said, his voice still thick with post-coital bliss.

Sandra blushed, but couldn’t help returning his smile. “We shouldn’t have done that,” she said weakly, even as her body cached for more of his touch.

“I think we both know that’s not true,” Michael smirked, rolling her onto her back and settling between her thighs once more. “Now, let’s see if we can make you come on my cock this time.”

And with that, he hilted himself inside her once more, starting aicious cycle of pleasure and shame that would leave both of them breathless and satisfied for hours to come.