My friend Matt’s mom worked at the doughnut shop on the corner after he graduated from high school. She said it kept her young and active.

She’d always been a gym rat, so I’m not sure how much more active she needed to be. But stopping in for a bear claw and watching her ass in tight jeans when she bent over to bag it … well, that was a treat.

My lust for her lingered and simmered in the back of my mind. But I’ll admit I’d forgotten about my crush until I came home at the end of my second year of college.

When I drove past the doughnut shop, I thought of her and wondered if she still worked there.

I turned my car into the parking lot on a whim and walked inside the shop. I was always in the mood for a doughnut.

I was greeting by a perfect ass encased in a pair of black joggers as my friend’s mom stocked paper pastry boxes on the other side of the counter.

I cleared my throat, and she looked up.

“Hey, college boy!” She stood and fluffed her short blonde hair. Her eyes were as blue as I remembered, and her breasts were as tempting as ever.

“I am, indeed, a college boy. How are you?”

She struck a sexy pose — playfully — but, God, it did things in my head. And my pants.

“Good. You?”

“Great!”

“And Matt?”

“Also great. He’ll be home next week.”

Something inside me lit up, knowing my buddy wasn’t around.

“How’s life?” I asked, eyeing the pastries. I was really trying to find out if she was still single but didn’t want to be direct. I feared she’d laugh at me.

She leaned forward against the counter, pressing her full tits against its edge. I wondered what her boobs felt like. I wondered what it would be like to suck on her nipples and give them a playful squeeze. To bury my face between them and smell her fragrant female skin.

“Good. No man, if that’s what you’re asking. No one serious, at least.”

I must have looked surprised because she laughed and pointed at me and said, “You think I’ve never noticed the way you look at me?”

I stammered out a non-answer, and she laughed again.

“Would you like to come over for dinner tonight? Just you and me?”

I felt my cheeks catch fire, and my dick twitched.

“I would,” I said, because that was all I could manage to utter.

She nodded, as if the whole evening was settled.

“Come over at six,” she told me. “I’ll make your favorite.”

I cocked an eyebrow.

“Still meatloaf?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said smiling.

“Janine,” she said. “If we’re going to see each other naked, it’s Janine.”

So, we were going to see each other naked. Hot damn.

I walked out of the shop sporting a huge erection and didn’t care who noticed.

When I arrived at her place for dinner, I was pretty sure we’d be eating second. She’d worn a pair of black shorts and a fitted tee. She was braless, I could tell. Her big nipples pressed against the soft white cotton of her shirt.

She had her hair pushed back with a twisted bandana. She wore no makeup and the look on her face told me she wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to fuck her.

I was staring at her tits, and she knew it.

“You can touch them,” she said, backing up to let me enter the dining room.

I didn’t hesitate. I pushed her against the wall and thumbed her fat nipples through the fabric. I watched them grow even more pointy beneath the thin cotton. Then I tugged up her shirt to bare them to my hungry eyes.

I made an animalistic sound in my throat that I didn’t even recognize.

“Do you know how often I’ve fantasized about this?” I growled.

I didn’t answer my own question at first. Instead, I bent to suck her left nipple into my mouth. She tilted her head back and moaned as I stroked her other breast with my fingertips.

“Do tell,” she finally whispered.

“More than I can explain.”

I bit the tight pink nub and felt her jolt. Goose bumps broke out across her freckled chest, and her other nipple grew hard in sympathy.

I moved to draw on it, sucking hard. Her hips rocked forward, and she sighed, “That feels good.”

I didn’t have the patience to work her shorts down, so I slid my hand beneath her clothes and cupped her pussy. She was warm and wet, and I pushed a finger inside her.

“You’re my friend’s mother,” I said.

Truth be told, saying it out loud only served to turn me on more.

“I’m also Janine. A grown-ass woman who’d very much like to fuck you.”

The 20-year difference didn’t matter. The fact that my friend might not understand didn’t matter. All that mattered was I was being given an opportunity I never thought I’d have.

She pushed her shorts down, and they puddled at her feet. Next, went her pretty pink panties.

I added a second finger to the first and moved them deep inside her cunt. She shoved her hips forward again and groaned, “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me now.”

I turned her quickly to face the wall, letting my need take over. But she was on board. She planted her hands on the pale green wall as I yanked her hips back and knocked her legs wide. I kissed the nape of her neck, and when she shivered and gasped, I bit it. I enjoyed feeling her tremble.

I pushed my jeans down and my boxers. I took my raging hard-on in hand and gave it a few strokes. Then I played it along her wet slit, dragging it up and down. I was getting it good and drenched — and working up Janine in the process. What a bonus!

She pressed her ripe ass back at me and ordered, “Do it!”

I would have laughed if not for the fact that I wanted to slide into the wet heat of her cunt more than I wanted to find amusement in her impatience.

I bent my knees slightly and drove up into her. I did it fast and hard to hear her gasp. Then I slowed my roll and wrapped an arm around her middle. My hand strayed up, cupping her big tit and giving it a squeeze. My other hand rode her waist, clutching it tightly and holding her steady.

Her pussy was snug and hot, and I worked my cock, fucking her slow and steady. I adjusted my angle, and my dick seemed to hit a spot that made her quiver, so I kept it up. I knew I was on track when she started panting, “Oh, oh, fuck yeah — right there. Oh!”

Her pussy squeezed me mercilessly, clenching my driving dick as she came. Her juices ran down my shaft, and her reaction thrilled me to the core.

Janine pushed her ass back farther, allowing me to go deeper. Her hands strayed restlessly across the wall, her muscles tensing as she supported herself.

As hot as the moment was, after all those years I wanted to see her face as I plowed her. I pulled out of her pussy, and when she looked over her shoulder at me, I said, “Take me to your bedroom, Janine.”

Her eyes flashed with intensity, and a smile bloomed on her full pink lips as she said, “You got it, college boy.”

I laughed.

In the bedroom, I pushed Janine back on the bed and spread her legs. I gave her a long string of kisses from her neck, over her chest, down her belly and along the insides of her thighs. She sighed, grabbed my head and pushed it between her legs.

Her pussy was lusciously wet and warm. I lapped at her slowly, then narrowed my focus to her clit. It was a swollen knot beneath my tongue, and every time I flicked it, she hissed like I’d burned her.

Her hips rocked up repeatedly, and her breath came faster. When she finally climaxed, her flowing juices glossed my lips, and I marveled at how sweet she tasted.

I wiped my face, pushed her legs wide and settled myself between them. I nudged my dick between her thighs.

She reached down and stroked my shaft with a strong grip. My cock was throbbing; I was so close to coming and yet so far away. I wanted to bury myself deep in her pussy again, to feel her sweet warm walls squeeze me.

She smiled as if reading my mind and pulled my prick toward her center. She brought the head to her wetness, and when she nodded, I plunged in deep.

Her eyed drifted shut, and she said, “That’s good. That’s perfect.”

I rocked into her, relishing how delightful she felt squeezing my dick. I pushed her hands above her head, pinned them there gently and nuzzled her neck. I kissed her there at first and felt her nipples tighten and rake against my chest. I licked her in the same spot and then moved lower near her collar bone. I blew on her wet skin softly as I pushed my cock deep, then I withdrew nearly all the way before plunging back in.

She rose up to meet me. I raked her flesh with my teeth and felt her cunt respond. I did it again, and her pussy flexed around me once more.

“Faster,” she said. She bumped her hips up to take me over and over again.

I paused, rocked from side to side, and felt her ripple around me.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered in my ear. She nipped my earlobe hard enough to make me almost climax from the rush.

“Do you want to come?” I asked.

“I do. Very much.”

I was an unstoppable force, fucking her for all I was worth. She did, indeed, come as she repeated, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Once she caught her breath, she told me, “Come on my pussy. Come all over it.”

I felt myself go, the surge of my orgasm rushing through my groin. I pulled free with barely a second to spare and grabbed my cock. With three good hard jerks, I was spurting my cream all over her pussy as she watched eagerly.

“So, was it worth the wait, college boy? All those years of fantasizing?”

“Lady, you have no idea.”