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Best Friend's Mom Spreads for My Eyes Only
Vanessa spreads her wet pussy for her son's best friend to watch.
Jake had been crashing at Tyler’s place for three days now, ever enough that the guest room already smelled like his body spray and dirty laundry. College dorms were shut for the week-long break, and Tyler’s divorced mom Vanessa had waved him in with that easy smile of hers, the one that always lingered a second too long. Tyler was out hitting the courts with some guys from high school, leaving Jake alone in the sprawling suburban house with the woman he’d jerked off thinking about more times than he could count.
He wandered out to the backyard pool around noon, phone in hand, pretending to scroll. The sun blasted down hard. Vanessa was already there, stretched out on a lounge chair in nothing but a tiny white bikini bottom, her full tits bare to the sky. Fuck. Forty-two looked goddamn criminal on her. Those heavy breasts sagged just enough to look real, dark nipples stiffened from the breeze, freckles dusting the tops. Her stomach was soft but toned, hips wide, thighs thick and smooth. She had one arm thrown over her eyes, a half-empty glass of iced tea sweating on the table beside her.
Jake’s cock twitched instantly. He dropped into the chair across the pool, sunglasses on, and just stared. No point pretending otherwise. The way her tits rose and fell with each breath, the faint sheen of oil on her skin, the way that scrap of white fabric clung to her pussy lips—he could already see the outline of her slit through it. His mouth went dry. He’d caught flashes of her before: bending over in yoga pants, a robe slipping open in the kitchen at night. But this was open season. She knew he was home. She had to.
He adjusted his shorts, the head of his dick already leaking a sticky spot against the fabric. Vanessa shifted, her arm sliding down. She didn’t sit up. She just turned her head slightly, and even from across the water he felt her eyes lock on him through his shades. A slow smile curved her mouth. She knew. Oh, she fucking knew.
“Hot out here, huh?” she called, voice lazy and low, like honey dripping. She didn’t cover up. Instead she arched her back a little, pushing those tits higher, nipples pointing straight at the sun. “You settling in okay, Jake? Tyler’s always saying you’re like family.”