All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen.
MILF Chaser Ch. 1
Jace rolled off Cathy's sweaty body, panting, and looked over at her flushed face. How lucky had he gotten? Jace couldn't help but wonder.
With his shoulder pressed to her side, he leaned in and kissed her full breast, which sagged not a bit towards him. Cathy had a very well done set of implants that left her tits just on the edge of too big for her tight frame. Her platinum hair and full lips made her the epitome of the classic trophy wife.
His best-friend's mom. A tale as old as time. And how he loved rolling around with this forty-two-year-old vixen. It had happened quite by accident, with him being Johnny-on-the-spot after her rather ugly divorce. He'd been her shoulder to cry on, which had led to her falling into his arms and then later, his bed.
And she had come so enthusiastically, both literally and figuratively, incensed by her ex-husband's betrayal. She'd stood by him resolutely after his arrest, believing in him, until the full scope of his crimes came out in the trial and was proved beyond the shadow of a doubt. Cathy divorced the human trafficking slime ball, immediately after sentencing.
After the fines and the lawyers, Cathy wasn't left with much. She'd sold the house and all their material wealth, which is where Jace came in. Following in his mother's footsteps, he was in real estate. He helped her sell the big fancy place and buy a nice, manageable bungalow in an older suburb of Melbourne, Florida.
Cathy rolled onto her side and pushed the handsome young man onto his back with a playful look. Jace was just a hair shy of six feet, with a lean build and solid shoulders. His black hair was naturally curly, and he kept it short just for the sake of manageability. His olive complexion and dark eyes gave him an air of mystery and maturity that she found irresistible in a young man.
Her deep brown eyes gleamed, and he smiled at her. "So, when are we going to tell folks we're seeing each other?" Jace asked as Cathy slid her hand down his chest to grasp his cock. It was still slick from her pussy, but not quite enough. She spat into her hand and rubbed downward.
She gave him a classic 'Are you joking?' expression. "We're not seeing each other. We're fucking. DoorDash, Netflix and orgasms are not a date."
She had a point. "So let's go out on some actual dates," he offered. Jace was twenty-five and in excellent shape. She loved the time they spent horizontal, but that was the extent of her interest at this stage of her life. But until now, they hadn't really had 'that talk'.
"C'mon, I make decent money. The market's good locally and interests rates aren't too stupid right now. Homes are selling and I'm doing fine."
Cathy giggled. "Oh sweetie, you are a joy. Such youthful optimism. Honey, after all I've been through in the last six months, a fuck buddy is what I need the most."
She straddled Jace's hips and pressed her wet pussy down on the back of his cock before wiggling her way down his lean body. She could feel him slide across her trim belly until his shaft was nestled between her firm tits. Cathy smiled and moved back and forth, dragging her hard nipples across the bottom of his cock.
"And you are an excellent fuck buddy. Old enough that I don't have to do anything except enjoy it and young enough to get hard again before I fall asleep," she said with a seductive grin.
Jace laughed, but she could see the disappointment on his face. Cathy wiggled further downward until his cock was beneath her chin. Her young lover felt her tongue as it slipped wetly up the length of his shaft, her eyes never leaving his. Jace's body trembled as she kissed his cockhead. "You're in great shape and I'm enjoying the hell out of our nights together, but if this isn't working for you, let me know now," Cathy said, her eyes full of mischief.
Cathy's head dipped, and she took the hardening cock into her mouth until he felt his cockhead butt against the back of her throat. She gave him a questioning, 'hmm?' as her mouth sucked wonderfully. The curvy woman felt his hands slide into her pale blonde hair, so blonde it was almost white, and grip her head. She smiled inwardly and bobbed up and down on his cock, letting her saliva mix with his precum.
Jace wanted to laugh, understanding how she was manipulating him. "I... ugh... yeah. I'm... good with this."
"That's great, sweetie." She said as she spun off to face the foot of the bed on all fours. She wiggled her big, beautiful ass at the young man and looked back over her shoulder. "Now give me a pounding that I'll still feel tomorrow."
She spread her knees as Jace crawled up behind her. It wasn't their first trip on the doggie style express. Cathy loved to wrap up their evenings like this.
Jace lined up his cock and reveled in the sight of his first cumshot leaking from her slick hole. Grinning wickedly, he slid his cockhead into her before grabbing her hips and slamming into her in one stroke. Their previous bout had lubed things up nicely and their bodies slapped together.
Cathy's hands clawed up fistfuls of the bedsheet as she absorbed the impacts of his body slamming into hers. She groaned loudly. "Oh jezzus, babe, you're gonna dislocate my hip!"
He stopped with a wide grin. "Shall I go a little easier, you old broad?"
Jace heard a groan of frustration, and then a laugh, and she wiggled her ass again. "Fuck no! Fuck me, you young stud! And don't stop until I'm exhausted!"
He took her at her word and swung his right leg outboard and over her hip, digging into the sheets with his toes. Jace swept a rivulet of sweat from his forehead and began hammering into her with everything he had.
"YEEESSSS!" she screamed loudly enough that Jace was afraid the neighbors would hear. He knew Cathy well enough to know that she'd use her fingers on her clit in order to get off. All he had to do was provide the perfect pounding on that lovely plump posterior.
Lost in the ecstasy of his ferocious hammering, her body got lower and lower until he was plowing into her in the plank position, and every thrust brought a little wail from her lips. After several sweaty minutes, Jace groaned. "Oh, Cathy, I'm gonna fill up that pretty pussy!"
Cathy wailed. "Oh sweetie! Pull my hair!" He could feel her fingers wildly stroking her clit, so he grabbed her short curls and pulled, leaning over her body. He growled in her ear as she came the moment his cock filled up the limited space between his cockhead and her cervix. The feeling of being so filled and taken always sent her off like a rocket. "Oh, fuck yessssss!" she screamed as her body spasmed and her legs locked out, trembling against the damp sheets.
Jace collapsed on the sheet next to her, his breath coming in huge gasps. She rolled onto her side and turned toward him. Her face was bathed in sweat. "I should know better than to give you such encouragement. One day, you might actually dislocate my hip," she said with a chuckle.
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Cathy called her young lover on a Monday evening, which was exceedingly rare. Their rendezvous were usually a Friday or Saturday night thing. She asked Jace to stop by if he had his evening free. He was, of course, overjoyed and full of hope that perhaps she had reconsidered them seeing each other socially and romantically.
