My mom, a curvy forty-something with big tits and a juicy ass, always got under the skin of Mark, the muscle-bound jock from next door. He was a bully, all dickhead sneer and fists, but she’d taunt him for being a dumb kid. One afternoon, when Dad was at work, Mark came over to “borrow some sugar,” a spiteful grin spreading across his lips.

He backed her into the kitchen, pressing her plump frame against the counter. "You gonna shut that smart mouth of yours, or should I teach you a real lesson?" he growled. Mom shoved him, but his meaty hand slid down to the curve of her hip. Her eyes widened as feeling his hard bulge against her silky sundress.

Mark ripped the fabric, exposing her heavy, olive-skinned breasts, nipples standing proud. "You always had a tight pussy, didn't you?" he whispered, thumb flicking one nipple. She grabbed his bulging jeans, kissing him like a hungry slut. He tore her panties aside, stroking her wet cunt until her back arched.

He shifted her onto the marble island, legs wide, his rough hands pinning her wrists. "Look at that spread," he grunted, slamming his thick cock into her soaked hole. Mom groaned a primal sound as his meat stretched her; the obscene *schlorp* of him burying deep mixed with her half-stifled wails. "You take that dick good, don't you?"

He drilled her tight cunt, calling her a "dirty little slut" with each fucking inch. The island wobbled under their violent rhythm, sweat dripping onto polished granite. She bit her lip