Forbidden Cravings Ignite

I can't hold this in anymore; it's eating me alive, this relentless pull toward my wife's mother. Her body drives me insane, especially those perfectly shaped breasts that defy her age, making me rock hard every time I catch a glimpse. I fantasize about taking her hard from behind, doggy style, feeling her soft skin under my hands as she arches just for me. She's reluctant, acting like she regrets it, but her moans slip out anyway, quiet at first then building, showing how much she's into it despite herself. Maybe it's because she hasn't had this kind of raw passion in forever, her body not as tight but trimmed neatly, inviting me deeper into the heat. I picture pushing in, the way her curves yield, and then pulling out to explode all over those amazing tits, marking her in that forbidden rush. She won't let me kiss her though; that's her line, keeping it impersonal while she's on all fours, which only makes it hotter, turning the whole thing into this twisted game of power and desire. It's messy and wrong, but god, the thrill of her body betraying her, the ache in me that won't quit, it's all I think about. I know it's fucked up, but in those moments, nothing else matters, just the intensity crashing through me, leaving me breathless and hooked.