Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Hannah took the spoon, her eyes wide with anticipation. She brought it to her lips, tasting the sauce carefully. Her eyes widened further as she savored the flavor. "Mmm," she murmured, her voice filled with delight. "That's delicious, Jack. You're a great cook."

I chuckled, my fingers still tinged with Julie's wetness, her scent, her taste. "Thank you, Hannah," I said, my voice smooth and charming. "I'm glad you like it."

Hannah smiled, her eyes filled with happiness. "I do," she said, her voice eager and excited. "It's really good."

Hannah didn't seem convinced, her eyes narrowing as she looked at her mother. "Mom," she said, her voice soft but insistent. "You look... different. Your face is all red, and you're breathing heavily. Are you sure you're okay?"

Julie's breath hitched, her body trembling as she heard her daughter's words. My fingers were still tinged with her wetness, her scent, her taste. I could see the way her body trembled, the way her pussy ached for more. "I am okay," she said, her voice a desperate, needy whisper. "It's just... I am cooking after a long time, and it's also hot in here..."

Hannah nodded and sat down on the chair at the dining table on the other side of the kitchen counter. Even with this view, she could only see our upper bodies. "Let me watch you guys cook," she said with a smile, completely unaware of what had just transpired between her mother and me.

I grinned at Julie, my eyes filled with lust and mischief. "You heard her, Julie," I murmured, my voice a low, dirty growl. "She wants to watch us cook. So let's give her a show, shall we?"

I slowly pulled my fingers from Julie's pussy, making sure to drag them out slowly, savoring the way her body trembled at the sensation. I brought them to my lips, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate motion. The taste of her arousal exploded on my tongue - sweet and musky and utterly intoxicating.

"Julie," I said, my voice smooth and casual as I savored her flavor, "the way you seasoned these vegetables is perfect. I can taste how much care you put into preparing them."

Julie's face flushed crimson as she watched me lick her juices from my fingers. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her blouse. "Th-thank you," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm glad you like them."

I stepped closer, my cock already hardening again at the sight of her flushed face and swollen lips. "I can taste more than just the seasoning, Julie," I murmured, my voice dropping to a low growl. "I can taste how wet you are for me. How much you want my cock inside you again."

I knew that even though Hannah couldn't see our lower bodies, if I just kept standing behind Julie all the time, it would be suspicious. So I moved to the stove, making the soup. I stood slightly behind Julie, my cock poking at her, letting her body whimper with need.

Julie blushed deeply, her body trembling as she felt my words against her ear. She turned to Hannah, her voice steady and calm. "Hannah, why don't you go in and change your clothes? By then, the dinner would be ready."

Hannah nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "Okay, Mom," she said, her voice soft and obedient. "I'll go change. But if you need anything, just let me know." With that, she turned and walked inside, leaving us alone in the kitchen.

I grinned, my cock aching with desire as I watched Hannah walk away. I turned back to Julie, my eyes filled with lust. "You're such a good girl, Julie," I murmured, my voice a low, dirty growl. "You're such a good girl, keeping quiet, keeping our secret. You even sent your daughter away so that you can seduce me with your naughty ass, right?"

Julie's breath hitched, her body trembling as she heard my words. She glanced nervously at her husband, who was sitting on the couch, watching his phone, oblivious to the filthy scene unfolding in the kitchen.

I grinned, my hand slipping down to her ass, slapping it hard. Julie gasped, her body stiffening as she felt my touch. "Aah, no hmmm," she cried out, her voice a desperate, needy whimper.

I chuckled darkly, my hands slipping to the waistband of her jeans. The button popped open with a soft snap, the sound making Julie's breath catch in her throat. I tugged the denim down slowly, deliberately, watching as her perfect ass was revealed inch by inch. The cool kitchen air hit her bare skin, making her nipples pebble beneath her blouse.

Julie's eyes widened, her body trembling as the fabric pooled around her ankles. "Jack... we can't..." she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction. Her gaze darted nervously toward the living room where her husband sat oblivious, then back to me with hungry eyes.

I opened my zipper with agonizing slowness, the metallic teeth parting one by one. My cock sprang free, already rock hard and leaking precum. I pressed the swollen head against her asscheeks, feeling how cold her skin was compared to my burning flesh. The contrast made her shiver, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Shhh," I murmured, my free hand covering her mouth as I ground my cock between her cheeks. "You have to be quiet, remember?" My cockhead caught on her tight hole, making her whimper against my palm. The wet sounds of my cock sliding through her folds filled the space between us.

The kitchen air was thick with the scent of simmering sauce and something far more intoxicating - Julie's arousal. I pressed my hardened cock against her soaked panties, feeling the damp heat radiating through the thin fabric.

"You want this, don't you?" I growled, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as my fingers traced the curve of her waist. "You want me to fuck you right here while your husband sitting just feet away."

Julie's breath came in shallow gasps, her fingers curling into the countertop until her knuckles turned white. "Jack... we can't... what if they hear us?" Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with both terror and desperate need. I could see the pulse fluttering in her throat, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her blouse.

I chuckled darkly, grinding my hips against her perfect ass. The friction made her gasp, her body arching back against me instinctively. "That's what makes it so fucking hot, Julie," I murmured, slipping my hand beneath her shirt to cup her breast.

"The risk of getting caught. The thought of your husband sitting right there while I'm buried balls-deep inside you." I pinched her nipple through her bra, making her whimper as I slid just the tip of my cock inside her tight entrance.

Julie's eyes widened to an impossible degree as I pressed my cock against her entrance. I could see the exact moment realization hit her - the thick head parting her folds, the impossible fullness stretching her open. Her pupils dilated until her irises were just thin rings of blue around black pools of desire.