She took a deep breath and exhaled long and slow. The clock was ticking. Setting the cup on the counter, she reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, letting them fall past her knees and down to her ankles. She bent forward, supporting herself on the counter with her forearms.
“Tex,” she called out. She was passing the point of no return. “Could you come here, please?”
Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doin’ this! She heard him stir from his chair. The Western boots were coming down the hall. Oh God, I’m gonna do this!
“Yes, Miz Lu—” She knew the moment he turned the corner and saw her standing there, bent over the counter, her bare ass in the air. She wouldn’t look back. She couldn’t. She could only stare down at the counter. But in her mind’s eye, she could see him frozen in shock.
“It’s my way of showing my appreciation for you risking your life for us,” she told him, trying hard not to feel like a fool.
“Miz Lulah, I …” he started, but she cut him off.
“You better saddle up, cowboy, before I lose my nerve or the kids wake up.” She swayed her ass back and forth, inviting him. After going this far, she knew she’d feel more like a fool if he turned her down. Oh God! What humiliation that would be! The die had been cast. She needed this to happen.
Thankfully, she heard the jangle of a silver belt buckle coming loose. Clothing was being pulled or pushed … didn’t matter. She sensed him right behind her now. She waited. He was hesitating. Why?
“What about Tiger?” he asked, even as she felt massive hands and thick fingers move over her ass.
“Tiger and me … we’ll never be …” As much as she loved him, he was always destined to leave. She knew that now. She’d known it all along. “Are you gonna fuck me, or are you gonna talk about my ex?”
He said nothing more. She felt something thick and rubbery spread her lips. She moaned as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, lubing himself adequately. She could tell by the way the massive glans was spreading her velvety folds that his patience was going to be appreciated.
She gasped as he pushed inside her. She was glad she hadn’t looked back to see what kind of monster the old gent was packing inside those old faded jeans. She might’ve backed out if she had.
Her eyes bulged as she felt him impale her. The old bastard’s hung like a horse! Both Tiger and Cutter were more than adequate, but Tex? Tex was a goddamn pornstar!
Thankfully, he wasn’t some twenty-year-old kid who only cared about getting a nut. Wise, experienced and considerate, the old gentleman worked slow, allowing her to adjust to his girth. She let the wave of bliss to roll over her and forgot everything but the huge cock invading her. Tiger, Amber, Cutter, her kids, the predicament they were all in … it all faded away as her world became Tex’s massive probe.
And God, did he know how to fuck! He moved with grace and skill, patiently building a fire in her pussy that would burn virgin timber. The pressure on her g-spot was intense and unrelenting. His hands were on her waist now, rhythmically pulling her back into his thrusts. He moved at a perfect pace, not too slow and not too hasty. It was apparent he’d done this a time or two before in his younger days. What she’d thought would be a naughty and straightforward quickie with a kindly old cowboy had turned into a blistering hot fuck that had her eyes rolling back into her head.
By now, her overstuffed pussy was soaked, allowing his cock to move easily. She felt her orgasm building as his shaft continued to assault her special spot. She was moving with him now, working her ass like a wanton whore. He’d fully penetrated her, his head bumping her cervix, the slight discomfort adding to her arousal. She felt the tingle inside her growing. She would cum soon, soaking that big dick. She thought about it, thought about cumming in the kitchen, mounted by the old cowboy. She had to admit, the naughtiness of it all was even hotter than the diameter of the man.
And then it was on her, faster than she expected. She bucked as the climax took her by surprise. She shuddered and cried out, louder than she should’ve.
“Oh, fuck!” she hissed. “That feels so damned good! Don’t stop, Tex! Fuck me with that big cock! Cum in me!”
It had been a long time for Tex. Too long. And he’d held out quite well, so far, but the beautiful, middle-aged woman writhing on his cock and mouthing graphic commands was now more than the old fellow could take. With an impatient grunt, he pulled her hard into his pelvis and emptied himself deep inside her. The feeling of sudden, wet warmth set her off again.
The two stood quivering, weak-legged for several minutes, until he finally slipped out, followed by an ooze of his sperm. For the longest time, she was afraid to move, afraid her legs would wobble and she’d fall. Finally, she tested them gingerly, hands still on the counter, just in case.
With trembling hands, she reached for the coffee pot again. She needed a warm-up.
“You ready for a refill?” she asked him, still not able to look him in the eye. As good as it all felt … as much as she savored the naughtiness of what had just happened … a mother of two didn’t just fuck a stranger while bent over the kitchen counter. She was going to have
