Son’s best friends turn a MILF into a depraved fucktoy

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He knocked and let himself in. Mrs. Candless was in the living room, and immediately Jaxton rethought his earlier assessment that Emilia was just another MILF.

Her leg jutted straight out to one side as she bent the other direction, stuck right in the middle of a half-moon yoga pose. Her form was excellent but that sure as shit wasn’t what he was staring at. Her ass, in a pair of tight exercise shorts, was outlined in every detail. If she was wearing panties, the shorts were doing a damned miraculous job of hiding them.

She pushed her hand off the floor and twirled, still staying on one foot. Her frown turned into a smile. “Jaxton, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” he grunted. He closed the door behind him, and nodded at her. “Half-moon looked good.”

“You know yoga?” she asked, surprised. One foot dropped back as she did a basic lunge, spreading one hand in front of her, the other behind. She must have been at this a while. Sweat beaded on her brow and dampened her sports bra.

He stared for a moment at her bared midriff, then back up at her. “Uh. Yeah. Football. Coach makes us do it for balance.”

“Have a seat or grab a drink. I’m almost done here. Unless you want to join in.”

That made Jaxton smile. “I’ll bring shorts the next time.”

He sat and watched her stretch. Well, more specifically, he stared at her curvy ass in those shorts. Maybe he’d slept with more beautiful women but he was hard-pressed to think of any in that moment that turned him on more. Watching that ass stretch drove his cock to full hardness, and for a moment, he thought about doing what he had planned right there in the house. But his idea had been so damned appealing, it was hard to let it go that easily.

Instead, he waited until Mrs. Candless finished up. She snatched up her yoga mat and rolled it up, looking over at him with a gleam in her eyes. “So what are you up to today?”

“You want to go see a movie?”

Emilia blinked, and looked confused. “I thought… a movie?”

She thought they were going to jump right to the fooling around, like with Milo. Oh, did she have a surprise coming. “Let me rephrase. Mrs. Candless, get dressed, because I’m dragging you out on a date.”

That broke through her confusion and got a smile out of her. She headed for the bedroom and stuffed away the yoga mat in a pantry. As she headed into the bedroom, Jaxton realized it’d be a couple days before he saw her properly nude — and that was fucking criminal, considering Milo already had and Simon most definitely would soon. He stood up, yawning, and followed her down the hallway.

Mrs. Candless had shut her door, but there were no locks on any of the rooms, so he just opened it. She jumped when she saw him staring at her, her fingers at the waistband of her shorts. He said nothing, just watched, and Emilia blushed hard as she turned slowly, putting her ass in his direction before slipping the shorts down over nothing but skin.

“God. Damn,” Jaxton muttered.

She had the ass of a woman ten years younger. Some cellulite and a little sag, sure, but goddamn fit for someone nearing forty. Her pussy lips hung big and juicy, just begging for someone to lick them. He very nearly did.

“You are so fucking ready for it, aren’t you? Some young cock?”

Mrs. Candless stood back upright, but didn’t speak. She hoisted her sports bra up over her tits. He couldn’t see much from this side, save the slopes of them on the side.

“Turn for me.”

She did, dropping the bra to the floor. Her big nipples ended in an upward peak, looking desperately like they needed to be sucked. Her dark hair was still in a ponytail. He stepped forward, hands rising not to her breasts, but to her hair. He freed it, and pulled it down across her shoulders so it spilled down beside her breasts. Her lips parted with him so close, her chest rising and falling, her cheeks burning bright. He slipped out his phone, and she instinctively covered herself.

“Don’t,” Jaxton warned her.

“But-“

“You are our slut now. What you want, what you’re embarrassed by, I don’t give a fuck about. I want something to jack off to when I’m thinking about home. You’re it.”

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