Best friend’s Mom tests if I’m gay – Best friend’s Mom asks me to Fuck her and Cum in Pussy!

The doorbell rang, interrupting my late afternoon gaming session. I paused the game and went to answer, surprised to see my best friend’s mom, Diane, standing there. Her voluptuous figure was barely contained by a tight t-shirt and short shorts. She was grinning mischievously.

“Hi sexy,” she purred, pushing past me into the apartment. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d pop by to see if you were straight or gay.”

I blinked in confusion. “What? I’m straight, Ms. Jones,” I insisted. “I’ve been friends with Michael since elementary school.”

“Mmhmm, that’s what they all say,” she practically growled, hands on her wide hips as she stalked towards me. “But I need proof. A test, if you will. And you’re going to fuck me and cum in my pussy to do it, boy.”

My jaw dropped. Ms. Jones was always flirtatious, but this was something else entirely. Before I could protest, she grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms above my head against the wall. Kissing me forcefully, she ground her body against mine. I could feel her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.

She released my mouth, panting heavily. “Well? You gonna fuck me like I want or do I need to find someone else to prove if you’re all talk or all action?”

I swallowed hard, desire warring with morality. Ms. Jones was a fucking MILF Goddess – busty, curvy, and confident as hell. My body responded eagerly, already stiffening in my jeans. Common sense told me this was wrong but have I ever brushed aside lust before? Why start now?

Her hand dropped to palm my bulge and she let out a throaty chuckle. “Well hello there, soldier. Let’s see what you’re packing, shall we?”

She sank to her knees and started undoing my belt with deft fingers. Within seconds, my pants were yanked down, boxers pulling taunt. She licked her lips at the sight.

“I was right about you being hung,” she breathed hungrily before taking my full length into her hot mouth.

“Fuck!” I groaned, head falling back against the wall as her velvet mouth enveloped me.

She bobbed her head enthusiastically, sucking like a champ. She could clearly deep throat, swallowing me to the hilt without gagging. I fisted my hands in her hair, hips thrusting involuntarily.

Suddenly she popped off, leaving me panting and leaking pre-cum. “Bedroom. Now,” she ordered, standing up and starting to unbutton her shorts. “I want you inside me.”

I practically sprinted to my room, shedding clothes as I went. She followed close behind, kicking the door shut. By the time she reached the bed, she was gloriously naked, all smooth skin and mouthwatering curves. Her pussy was soaked, glistening with arousal.

She pushed me down onto the mattress and straddled me, lining my throbbing cock up with her entrance. “Time for that prostate check,” she said with a wink before impaling herself on my shaft with one swift motion.

“Unngh fuuuck!” I cried out at the sudden hot wet tightness engulfing me.

“Mmm fuck you feel good,” she moaned, rolling her hips. “Stretching me out.” She started riding me hard and fast, tits bouncing hypnotically.

I gripped her hips, slamming up into her as she plunged down, fucking her as hard as I could. The wet squelch of her dripping pussy filled the room, mingling with our ragged breaths and animalistic grunts.

She leaned down, dragging her tits along my chest. “Harder,” she commanded through gritted teeth. “Fucking pound my cunt!”

I flipped her over onto her back, folding her thick thighs back against her tits. The new angle let me plunge impossibly deep, kissing her cervix. She wailed, clawing at my back.

“Yesyesyes fuck me fuck me harder!” she chanted, eyes rolling back with bliss as I pummeled her sweet spot.

I pistoned into her wildly, balls slapping her ass. My entire being narrowed down to the exquisite friction of her silky walls clutching my cock. Pleasure built at the base of my spine, muscles drawn taut.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum…” I panted warningly, voice unrecognizable.

“Do it!” she cried out, inner muscles rippling. “Fill my pussy with your cum! I want to feel it flooding me!”

That pushed me over the edge. I roared my pleasure to the ceiling, cum erupting from me in thick spurts. I jackhammered through it, every pulse of my cock shooting another hot load deep into her womb.

She screamed, pussy spasming uncontrollably around me as she came too, wave after wave of second hand bliss crashing through her. Her cream mingled with my seed in a messy froth.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap, panting like stampeding horses. I could feel my spent cock still twitching, softening in the scorching heat of her cunt. Slowly, I withdrew, watching with a perverse sense of pride as a river of cum leaked out after me.

She smirked up at me, eyes heavy lidded with satisfaction. “Prove my case?” she murmured.

I huffed out a strained laugh, beyond fucked out. “I’ll plead the fifth on the gay part,” I said wryly. “But if you’re looking for heterosexual evidence…”

“Oh this was just the first round,” she promised, already looking like she wanted to devour me again. “We’ve got all. fucking. night. I hope you saved up a lot.”

And round two began…