"Hector, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, Mrs. Mancini. What do you want you want to know?"
"How often are you fucking my daughter?"
The 5'11, tanned skinned, dark eyed and dark haired boy paused in place after hearing that question. His brown eyes wandered over to the 5'7, fair skinned, brown haired, dark green eyed woman who stood a few feet over from him and stared at him seriously.
The boy, the twenty-two year old Hector, ran his fingers through his thick hair and nervously stroked his beard. Usually one to have an answer for everything, he was at a loss for words now.
"Don't be shy," Mrs. Stefania Mancini smiled. "Just be honest with me. How often does my daughter let you fuck her?"
Don't be shy? Just be honest? It wasn't exactly a topic that the young man really wanted to be open about. Talking about how often he was having sex with his girlfriend seemed like a discussion was very inappropriate, especially when he'd be discussing it with his girlfriend's mom.
"Mrs. Mancini, with all due respect, I don't really think that is appropriate to talk about," Hector awkwardly smiled as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants. "I prefer to keep it personal."
"Oh," Stefania nodded as she put her hands on her denim covered waist. "That means it's either a lot or never."
Hector's neck slightly turned as he heard her try to continue on with the random conversation. He looked at the woman, in a loose gray sweater that still was able to show her B cup breasts, a pair of blue jeans that hugged her legs and showed off their partial thickness and brown boots that put her about an inch over her natural height. Her oval shaped face had no makeup on it, but was perfectly being aided by her beach curled brown hair. She was fifty-three years old, but could easily pass for being in her thirties. She looked almost identical to her daughter, but just a slightly older, MILFier version.
Stefania might be considered a mature woman by most age standards, but she looked like the perfect Italian born MILF. And this MILF was looking for someone's son to fuck.
She returned Hector's observation, looking as the slightly toned boy gave her a few fantasies. His maroon T-shirt was showing off a bit of his four pack and if she played it right, maybe she'd be able to see some outline of something below his waist. She wanted to say all the right things because she wanted him. Stefania was a married woman, the evidence of it being the huge diamond ring placed on her left ring finger. However, in the recent months, it was basically just a marriage in title alone. Too occupied with work, never seeing each other or just missing each other, or her husband being too tired to do anything when they did get time together were all factors in the growing hunger in Mrs. Mancini's sexual appetite. She loved her husband very much and would drop anything and everything if it meant getting screwed by him. But, he was never in the mood for it and while she wanted to remain faithful, Stefania had needs, and insides that needed to be filled.
So, her next option, maybe have a little fun with the stud that her daughter has been dating.
"Come on," Stefania smirked as she sat on the arm of her couch. "Just tell me. Between us. Is it a lot or is it not enough?"
Hector was not a fan of wanting to talk about it. He had come over because Cristiana, his girlfriend and the daughter in reference, and him were supposed to be helping Stefania with something. She never did reveal just what it was supposed to be, but after realizing that this was an older woman in SoCal, who Cristiana has repeatedly told him is having some struggles in her marriage, Hector began to connect the dots.
Swallowing hard, Hector answered, "Not enough."
While a little harsh to admit, it was true. Like Stefania, Hector too was struggling a little to get some passion with his lover. Though there was a definite difference between a twenty-five year marriage and a one-year relationship, he too knew of the feeling of having to be denied for various reasons. He loved Cristiana, but having to use only his right hand for pleasure was not something he thought he could keep up for long. Still, he had no intentions of sleeping around on his girlfriend, especially not with her own mother.
Shameless at the thought of fooling around with her daughter's boyfriend, the married woman winked at Hector, flattering, "Shame. If you were mine, I'd make sure you'd get me whenever you wanted."
Hector exhaled heavily at her blunt attempts at seduction. So, instead of letting it continue, he decided to try and stop it before it got even more out of hand. Rubbing his arm a little, the Mexican native got a strong voice and declared, "Listen, Mrs. Mancini. I know you're a little lonely and you might not be getting what you want from your husband, but that gives you no right to try and take advantage of my situation to try and gain your own personal satisfaction. So please, I'm asking that you stop doing whatever it is you have up your sleeve. I love your daughter very much and I have no plans of being unfaithful."
Stefania was taken back by him just calling her out like that. Usually, most men would either be oblivious and be surprised by what it leads to or just play along in hopes of getting to where it goes. Yet, he was denying and rejecting her obvious advances. It made the woman feel some kind of way.
So, what was Mrs. Mancini's response?
She stood up from the couch arm, breathed a little heavily and marched over to Hector. The heels of her boots echoed in the large living room as her heavy, seemingly anger filled steps paced over to the confused Hector. The boy didn't know what to expect from the woman, as he only stood there and waited to see her reaction. Considering she was an older, desperate woman who had just been rejected by a younger guy, he imagined it wouldn't be kind.
Once she made it over to the taller boy, Stefania reached up, wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, brought his head down and smashed her lips against his.
Stuck in confusion for a few seconds, Hector pushed her away and questioned, "What the hell are you doing?"
