Best Friends Mom(Open For A Female)

Justin's mom, Amber, opened the door.
"Hi Scott," she said.
Amber wore skintight denim shorts, "Daisy Dukes," a black leather halter top, and black cowgirl boots.
"Are you looking for Justin?"
 
Scott nodded.
"He and his father went hunting for the weekend.
"Scott, I've noticed you checking me out when you come over to see Justin.
"I'm 41, old enough to be your mom.
"But you're old enough to be my lover.
"If we walk into my bedroom now, do you think you could handle it?"
 
Scott gave her a cocky smile.
"Yes ma'am," he replied.
Amber was expecting his answer.
"I need a real man," she said.
Amber couldn't wait for the bedroom.
She motioned for Scott to sit on the living room couch.
Amber never wore panties with her Daisy Dukes because she didn't want a line. She unbuttoned them and unzipped, pulling them down her long, shapely legs.
The day before, she had a Brazilian wax.
Scott took off his shirt, shorts, underwear, socks and running shoes.
He watched Amber straddle his legs, her hairless pussy mounting his rock-hard cock.
 
Amber had been married to her hubby, Hank, for 19 years. Over the last five, he had let his body go. With his big beer gut, he weighed almost three bills and had lost interest in sex.
Amber had become what her MILF friends called a "size queen."
She needed at least six inches. Hank had four. Her young stud gave her nine.
Amber felt his cock pulsate deep within her cunt. He undid her black leather top and let it drop to the floor. He took one of her 38DD breasts into his mouth.
"Oh fuck yeah." Amber hissed.
 
Scott brought more than size to the table.
He also brought stamina.
The couch was hard. Amber leaned forward as Scott flicked his tongue from one breast to the other.
She placed her hands on the top of the couch and let out a long sigh.
"You could do this all night, couldn't you?" she said.
From the new position, Amber took just his big cockhead into her pussy. She then began to slowly move her hips.
"I'm going to bang you," she said.
She had an elaborate tattoo of a dragon up the left side of her waist.
Scott felt like he was driving an expensive sports car. Keep it on the road, he reminded himself.
 
Scott placed his hands on Amber's ass.
He began to move her tight cheeks up and down as she moved her hips faster.
Glancing at her black boots, he said: "C'mon, baby, ride it."
She threw her head back, her long curls partially obscuring her pretty face.
 
Amber began to scream.
His cock had sent her over the edge.
As she came, she felt his cum swirl deep inside her.
Leaning forward, she kissed his eyes.
Then she heard the familiar sound of a pickup truck.
 
"Grab your clothes," she told Scott. "It's my husband and Justin."
Amber scooped up her Daisy Dukes and leather halter, and led Scott to the closet.
"I knew I left my wallet in that couch," Hank said.
She and Scott held their breath. After a minute or so, they heard the pick up roar off.
In the darkness of the closet, Amber exhaled.
"Fuck, that was close."
Scott felt her lower herself to the closet floor and took his cock between her hungry lips.
"You're a real cum slut," he told her.
"Yeah, give it to me, honey," Amber said, looking up at him.
 
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