She raised up, pulled his head down to her, laid back and spread her legs. “Eat me, bitch,” she said. John’s mouth found her belly, and slid d...wn to the point where her legs met. The smoothness of her leotards met his lips and the aroma of her exercising hit hard – his erection pushed onto her. “Go ahead, rape me,” she goaded, pulling her legs together. John stood. He stripped off his tshirt, the sweats, and the shoes. He stood naked at the foot of the bed, his dick long and hard, stiff. "Christ, I still got it," Matt told himself. "While Jack's jacking off in the middle of the ocean on his ship, I'll be getting all the pussy I can handle back here at home. Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky right away with another one of those door-to-door sales-cunts?"He'd fucked one of them just last month. She'd been selling Bibles for Christ's sake. Sure, she wasn't as young as Matt would've liked her to be, but that's why he'd butt-fucked her. At least her asshole was as tight as any. Now he made a lot of noise, and the door was open. He had entered her fully now, and he yelped with every thrust, loudly. He was on top of her, penetrating her deeply. He tried to roll over and they fell off the bed, onto the floor. His head hit the nightstand hard, and made a loud noise. He didn’t acknowledge it, continuing to drive his dick into her, barking out his pleasure as he did so. He was like a primitive being, taking his pleasure from her without concern for hers. She had never been. For seven long days and nights, he had to be his elderly mother to the rest of her friends in the town she had retired in. For a whole week he had to imitate his widowed mother and entertain her friends. He took her place at church charity functions, delivered pies to the homeless shelter, and babysat for the neighbor's small children.Mom, on the other hand, took advantage of her newfound youth and masculine appearance to help her church group build a new wing onto her church, which was needed.