Ryan's mouth opened and closed like a fish on dry land.
"Dude… put that away! That's my mom!" Leon just laughed under his breath, slow strokes up and down the thick shaft.
"Look at me, man. I'm rock-fucking-hard. Your mom's tits did this. Just once, okay? One quick fix and I'll calm down."
He glanced down at Ryan's crotch. Ryan hadn't even noticed the tent in his own jeans.
"You're hard too, bro. Don't lie." Ryan's face went scarlet. He tried to turn away, but his feet wouldn't move.
Leon stepped closer to Lauren, who was still calmly folding a T-shirt, bare tits swaying.
"Neighborhood milf," he said, voice low and steady. "Get on your knees. You're going to help me feel better with that pretty mouth."
Lauren set the half-folded shirt down without a word, sank smoothly to her knees on the dining-room rug, eyes blank and happy.
Leon guided his cock to her lips.
"Start slow. Lick it like it's your favorite popsicle." Lauren leaned in. Her soft pink tongue came out and traced a long, wet line from his heavy balls all the way to the tip. A fat drop of precum smeared across her lower lip. She licked it off without being told, humming like it tasted sweet.
"Good girl," Leon groaned. "Now take it in your mouth."
She opened wide and slid forward. The head popped past her lips, then half the shaft, cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently. Her hands stayed politely on her thighs, only her head moving in slow, steady bobs.
Ryan's knees almost gave out. "Mom… stop…"
Lauren didn't even glance at him. She just kept sucking, eyes half-lidded, soft wet sounds filling the room.
Leon threaded fingers into her hair. "Deeper, neighborhood milf. You can take it all."
She relaxed her throat and pushed forward until her nose pressed against his stomach. Leon's head fell back, a low moan escaping him. He held her there for five long seconds, then let her pull back for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock.
"Fuck, yes… again." She went down a second time, then a third, faster now, slurping noisily. Leon's hips gave tiny thrusts, fucking her mouth while she stayed perfectly still on her knees.
Ryan couldn't look away. His own dick throbbed painfully against his zipper. After a couple of minutes Leon's breathing turned ragged.
"Here it comes… swallow every drop like a good milf." His cock pulsed. Lauren's throat worked. She gulped once, twice, three times, never spilling a bit. When he finally pulled out, only a thin strand of cum hung from her bottom lip. She caught it with two fingers, licked them clean, then smiled up at him like she'd just finished a glass of lemonade.
Leon exhaled hard, tucked himself away, and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Neighborhood milf, put your blouse back on, but no bra. You'll feel more comfortable that way from now on. When you're done, finish the laundry like normal."
Lauren stood up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and slipped the white blouse on. The fabric clung to her stiff nipples instantly, two obvious points under the thin cotton. She buttoned it halfway, tits still half-visible, and went right back to folding.
Leon turned to Ryan, grinning ear to ear.
"Best day of my fucking life, man. You got my five hundred ready by tomorrow night, yeah? Interest starts after that." He ruffled Ryan's hair like they were still ten years old and headed for the door.
"See you tomorrow, bro. And thanks again, Mrs. Lauren!"
"Drive safe, Leon!" Lauren called cheerfully, bending over to pick up another towel. Her braless breasts swung forward, nearly spilling out of the open blouse.
The front door clicked shut.
Ryan stood alone in the dining room, listening to his mom hum with her cum-glossed lips, folded socks and her hard nipples poked through the fabric that was supposed to hide them.
To be continued
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