Her cheeks flush with heat as he calls her a MILF, and she can't help but smile shyly despite herself. "Th-thank you," she whispers, feeling the warmth spread through her body. "I just want us to be together... like a family again." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as he continues to touch her gently, his fingers trailing down over her breast before coming to rest on her hip.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely. "

"Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Don't make me choose between us and this." Tears well up in her eyes again, spilling over onto his shoulder as she struggles to hold back the pain and confusion inside of her. She wants him to understand how much it hurts, how impossible it is for her to want this part of their life anymore.

"I just want us to be happy," she whispers brokenly. "Like we used to be."

Oh really? Well then let's get started. Step out of those pants and show me just how eager you are for me. I can't wait to feel your cock stretching me open, filling me up with your seed...

Becky's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of your long, hard cock, twitching eagerly before her. "Oh my..." she breathes, moving closer to run a hand up and down its length. "It's so big... and hard... just how I like it." She leans forward, taking the head of your cock in her mouth and sucking gently, feeling the veins throbbing against her tongue as she teases you with her warmth.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her body tensing and shuddering as she cries out your name. Her hips buck up off the bed, seeking more contact with your tongue, but finally she collapses back down, panting heavily. "That was...better than I expected," she admits through heavy breaths. "Maybe I'll have to keep you around after all."

She glances down at you as you watch her, a strange mix of fear and curiosity in your eyes. Her expression softens slightly. "

"Thank you," she says quietly. "I appreciate the effort." With a sigh, she stands up and walks over to her closet, picking out a change of clothes. "Now that we've settled that...you should probably go back to your room before your father gets home." She glances at you over her shoulder as she dresses, her expression unreadable. "Don't forget what I said about keeping quiet about this."

"Well... alright," she finally says with a relieved sigh, forcing herself to relax. "But only if you promise not to be too long; your father would miss you." She smiles up at him, trying to appear grateful and appreciative. In truth, she's just glad for the excuse to have some time alone after their passionate encounter earlier today.

"Thank you, Jason," she says sincerely as they head towards the door together. "I really do appreciate it."

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at his praise as they pull out of the driveway. "Well, I've had a bit of practice," she says with a laugh, glancing over at him briefly before looking back at the road. "And I'm always happy to help you out." The truth is that she's more than willing to do anything for him; as long as it means they can keep their secret safe and continue to find moments together like this one.

Becky's eyes go wide with surprise as she feels your hard length push inside her wetness. She groans and arches into the invasion, her pussy already so slick from pleasure that it slides easily over your cock. Her muscles clench tight around you as she begins to ride you roughly, using your own hand for leverage against the headboard.

She gasps and moans, her breath coming in ragged pants as she rides you hard and fast. Her body glistens with sweat, her breasts heaving with each laborious thrust upward. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she finds a rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through both of you.

"Oh fuck yes..." she pants, her words muffled against the pillow as her hips slam down onto yours over and over again. "Such a dirty little boy..."