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Like a virgin. Elizabeth had thought, as Quentin Tarantino’s characters did, that it was just about a man with a big cock. But it was so much more—rather, so much less.

All the dull routine and disappointment and expectation was gone. She was left with sheer novelty. A second deflowering: this time she was losing her experience instead of her freshness. Forgetting how tiresome sex could be and learning how wonderful it was.

Despite the difference in their ages, it was Ridley who fucked her like a master at work. Drawing his cock out until only the burgeoning tip was still inside her, then driving back into her so hard that the edge of his pelvis bore down on her erect clit.

He never slipped free. He never missed his target. And he kept up the rhythm at a machine-gun rate, only ever letting Elizabeth feel the beat of their racing sexuality.

“GUHHHH!” Elizabeth cried out hoarsely when the spearing thrusts became too much for her. Her entire body trilled with the sweet fulfillment of having him inside her over and over again.

She was blind and deaf to anything but the fat cock riding into her. Each time he rutted her, she lost a little more of the need that she’d been holding onto for so long.

“Do it!” she screamed, clawing at his tight young ass. “Harder! Mummy wants it harder! Oh God, Ridley, fuck me! Fuck my sweet cunt, fuck it like it belongs to you! It does, Ridley! Oh shit, it’s yours!”

She even spanked him in an attempt to spur him on, get him to bring her to greater sexual heights. Now that her desires had begun to be fulfilled, it was like a dam had broken. She had more urges than she knew what to do with and she would let Ridley do whatever he wanted so long as he satisfied them.

He fucked her with expert efficiency, drawing back his cock until he was denying her all but the engorged tip. Elizabeth felt her cuntlips grasp and convulse, trying to suck his cockhead back inside her with all of its lengthy shaft too.

But when he drove into her, it was with an intensity that told he was giving it to her, he was making her take it, and take it until his muscular loins slammed against her stiff clit.

“GUHNN!” Elizabeth cried out, a sharp breath escaping her each time he rutted into her. Her entire body surging every time she was filled with his prick. She couldn’t think of anything but the massive cock continuously stabbing into her. She had to give into it—let loose all the need that had been held inside her for so long and allow him to satisfy it.

“Fuck me!” she shrieked, clawing at his young toned ass and pushing wildly into his inescapable thrusts. Allowing herself to be consumed by the depth and fullness of her penetration. “Harder! Oh God, I want it harder! Do it, do—AAAHH!”

Shocked by the first searing blasts of orgasm, she flung herself into her ongoing impalement with the need of a woman who’d never had a man. At least, not a man like this. Elizabeth cried out in wordless wails while she worked her cunt on his cock in shuddering spasm after shuddering spasm.

“UHH! UHHH! UNH!”

Amazed at his co-star’s passion, Ridley quickly felt his body respond, his balls tensing up warningly.

“Take it, mummy!” he grunted, grabbing onto those famous breasts and hammering down with his hips, making Elizabeth bounce convulsively as she got all of his lust for her. “Take all my cock! I want to put it in your womb! Oh shit, shit, you’re gonna make me come! Yeah! Yeah! I’m going to shoot in you until it’s coming out your mouth!”

Boring down with all the strength that his need for release gave him, Ridley had the entire bed shaking. He smashed Elizabeth down into the mattress springs, forcing tortured squeals from them. Finally, Elizabeth arched like a bowstring made taut, letting out a shrill cry.

“AAAAAHHHH!”

Her all-compassing burst of passion knocked Ridley a few inches away, but he made one last thrust, fully hilting himself inside his lovely conquest, and then released his load deep into her.

“Oohhhh,” Elizabeth mewled weakly, drained by her screaming climax but still needing to voice what his orgasmic burst had done to her.

She took all he had to give with shuddering hips, soaking up jet after jet. For Ridley, it was a series of groans that emptied his balls and filled Elizabeth’s loins.

“Cooommmmeeee—” she crooned, eyes fluttering as she succumbed absolutely, enthralled by the power of his release right on the heels of her own. She was a slave to the pleasure he took in her, lucky enough to share in it because she had subsumed herself so completely to Ridley’s will. “Come, baby, come for me, come for mummy!”

Ridley flooded her again and again until his balls didn’t have a drop in them.

Finally, more satiated than she’d been in years, Elizabeth sank back to the tortured bed. She clung to Ridley’s manly body in a blissful haze, enjoying the feel of his prick inside her even as it shrank.

As she drifted off into drained contentment, she heard Ridley laugh lightly, snuggling more comfortably against her.

“You’re the best, Elizabeth. I’m going to fuck you like this again and again and again.”

Elizabeth was too exhausted to answer, so she simply smiled. She knew it was no use to protest that she might not be able to take another fuck like this. Ridley would just fuck her anyway—over and over—until her body finally gave out.

But right then, Elizabeth didn’t care if he fucked her to death. Just so long as she came before she went.

***

“Mmmm, Ridley…”

Elizabeth awoke out of a deliciously horny dream, smiling lazily and stretching her naked body out into the morning sun. The bedsheets were a rumpled mess at the side of the bed. She yawned, then smiled at the tangle of sheets. What an incredible fantasy her subconscious had indulged in.

As she came awake, the details of the dream swam before her. It was all Ridley. His young cock, as hard and swollen as his powerful body, all of him thrusting into her and making her come repeatedly. She felt wetness in her cunt just at the thought of it.

Rubbing sleep from her eyes, Elizabeth blushed beatifically at this guiltiest of pleasures. Imagine, dreaming about a man young enough to be her son.

Her eyes shot open as memory fully settled upon her. It had been no dream. It’d happened, all of it. The realization struck her like a lightning bolt. In a sudden flare of shame, she looked at the other side of the bed to see Ridley naked, his awesome physique fully on display, his wonderful cock even standing tall with morning glory.

Wide awake now, details of the entire encounter flooded into Elizabeth’s mind. Her blush deepened to a flaming red with every vivid recollection, all of it as fresh in her memory as if it had just happened.

She’d really done it. She’d seduced the man, the boy playing her son. Fucked the actor who’d called her mother so many times that it had leaked into their actual sex.

Humiliation grabbed firm hold of her. As much as she hated to be in bed with her shameful liaison, Elizabeth slumped back down to her pillow, staring at the ceiling in mortification.

“Oh God no,” she muttered tearfully.

But even through her remorse at how lecherously she’d acted, she couldn’t help but look over to Ridley’s side of the bed and see again his beautiful cock rising up over his belly. The sight of it sent an ache through her sex.

It’d been an accident. She’d been wallowing in self-pity and then, trying to wiggle free of it, she’d stirred up some amount of desire for herself in this much, much younger man. His stiff young erection had been too much for her to ignore. He should’ve been simply the fantasy of a dirty old woman, forbidden fruit, but Elizabeth had let him be much more.

She couldn’t let it happen again. Never again.

But as she got up, dazedly throwing on her housecoat over her naked and well-used body, she couldn’t help an urge to go back to bed with that wonderfully masculine boy. There was a warm glow deep in her womanhood that he’d put there. The feel of his cock still lingered in her, too persistent to allow her mind to wander from how good it had been.

The doorbell rang.

Without thinking—or thinking more of the sex-tingling warmth that held tight to her body, as if she were still being shaken by the hard thrusts Ridley had delighted her with—Elizabeth went to answer the door.

She didn’t even consider that she had neglected to tie or even shut her nightgown. Her splayed cunt and the dried cum that had ran out onto her thigh were on full display as she opened the door.