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Mac didn’t expect that having to nab some old man’s toupee would lead down to a rabbit hole of him bagging him a MILF. But upon arrival at Barbara’s house, he was surefire about to start banging someone’s hot mom. He did have to consider that it was Dennis and Dee’s mom. But whatever, Charlie said this was okay, all the blame was on him.When she opened the door to him, he suggested that they go out for a bite to eat, have a quick conversation over a walk, maybe watch a movie (The Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift was still in theaters, it would have been a good time!). He was all smitten, he couldn’t help it. But she didn’t give a fuck; silk robe-clad and made up like she was expecting his company, she’d pulled Mac into a kiss and slammed the front door behind them shut, and she reeked of some floral perfume that almost made him want to throw up.Now there he was in that showy bedroom of hers, filled with decorations and furniture he didn’t want to know the prices of, with a few pill bottles and picture frames atop one drawer he tried to peek at but she pushed him away from. She set up a CD player, and they were listening to an old Kenny G album that he kind of hated since it wasn’t that awesome or cool, but everything she wants is fine and he told her he was happy when asked about the music choice.They were a fitting duo, as far as Mac was concerned, and maybe they could end up boyfriend-girlfriend. Like, they were some perfect Hollywood couple that everyone would be super interested in, and be gossiping about in some magazine. But like, they weren’t trashy. They were classy. It was like she was Mae West, who was a super hot older lady, and he was Cary Grant who was mega manly in one of those racier old movies he caught on TCM as a kid. Though there was none of that "Come up and see me sometime" business, no seductive swinging of her hips or fluttering lashes he'd watch from afar, none of the classic subtlety and suggestion—they weren’t fading to black to indicate making love, they were banging. Just straight up fucking, and it was going to be nasty and sweaty and so hot.Also, in this dynamic, Mac liked to imagine himself as Cary Grant later in his career. That was when he got way more macho, and was always wearing those suits that looked great on him, and goddamn, that man aged like a fine wine. He was a suave guy, more so in the sixties with that gray hair, when he was older? Yeesh. Talk about a chick magnet. Oh, and he did like Mae West a lot, too. She was like… hot. Great one-liners.Anyway, Mac was preparing to have sex with Barbara. It was going to be fun.The foreplay was light, centered on her for the most part—nipping and sucking at her neck, chest, everything, massaging her breasts, indulging in all that was her body. Had to watch her finger herself while he showered her with compliments, too. That was… interesting, he wasn’t allowed to touch himself, but it wasn't difficult to pull off. She had a tight body, great breasts, she was fit and there wasn’t any noticeable plastic surgery. Just as fit as he was. That was nice. Phenomenal, even.When she’d gotten sick of his clumsy use of his fingers and tongue, he had to help her dig around the room for a box of condoms (she was insistent on the condom), and it did take a hot minute. But he’d fished them out of a drawer that was full of hair styling products, and expired Clinique products.When he lied back down to shove that bright pink rubber over his boner, she helped him put it on, too—no prep needed to have his dick standing upright. He was hard as hell. From thinking about hot older women, probably, and not the debonair men of Hollywood’s past. Or maybe the air was really cold in the room. Or maybe from that view of Barbara’s hot body from the corner of his eye, her body he got to ogle when she tossed her robe on the corner of the bed.“So, um, how do you want me?” Mac asked, a small smile on his face, his darling, twinkling gaze staring up at Barbara who was kneeling on the bed and turned to the mirror to fluff up her hair. “I’m down to do anything you want, Mrs. Reynolds.”She gave him a quick glance, he couldn’t tell what emotion she was trying to convey, maybe she was assessing him and his bod, and maybe, just maybe it wasn’t a hint of disgust there. Now she was touching up smudged lipstick with her pinky nail, brushing her eyelashes up with her pointer finger, tapping at what seemed to be itchy, makeup covered areas with her middle finger. He watched him in silence, his hands clasped together, still keeping that polite little smile on his face because he didn’t know when she would look over. It’s like he wasn’t even there. So maybe this wasn’t a pump and dump, and he’d be there all day. He didn’t care. He knew at least to respect the mother of his friends. She could take her sweet time; it’s not like he had anything better to do after, other than maybe avoid Dee and Dennis for a while.“I think I just want to do missionary,” she said after a long moment of contemplation, moving atop Mac and giving him a quick peck on the lips. He couldn’t suppress a giggle that spilled out of him like overflowing soda, and she just went, ‘hm’, tossing him another of those unreadable glances. “Surely, that’ll be fine with you–”“I said I’d do anything,” he said, his eyes darting between her swinging breasts and that affectionate look on her face as she stroked his cheek. He hoped she wouldn't get bothered by his stubble, almost apologized for it until she pulled back, and was ready to go.As Barbara rolled over to lay on her back, he sat up and made his way in between her legs, spreading them apart by her thighs. She looked to be wet, more wet than he was expecting because of… reasons, but that wasn’t the point. He poked at her entrance, having to suppress a grin, because he realized that that along with the giggling was pretty gay.“Are you ready Mrs. Reynolds?” he asked, trying to sound suave and romantic, but all he could muster was sounding too giddy. It made her chuckle—a real chuckle, too. And he felt relief wash over him by that true show of joy from her because… no, he shouldn’t be thinking about this too much. She looked him right in the eyes, awaiting her response.“Go ahead.” She raised her head to puff up the pillow underneath her, then lying back down, watching him with this intensity like she was expecting to have the best sex of her entire life. God, he needed to make this good, and Mac gulped, both of his hands by her sides to hold himself up as he began to push in, leaning in closer towards her.Oh fuck, she felt great.There may have been the extra layer of a condom between them, and there was a bit of that loss of stimulation, but that wasn’t going to stop him from feeling how hot she was. And that condom was tight but shit, it was like she was tighter. As she moaned at his entrance, as he neared being all the way in her, he almost paused when she noticed her digging around under her pillow. She only stopped when he was all the way in, and he blinked at what she’d pulled out: a little egg vibrator, sleek matte black, had a remote attached to it by a wire.Mac blinked. He glanced down at his crotch, the vibrator, back to his crotch, and finally to the vibrator. “Do you… really need that, Mrs. Reynolds?”Barbara chuckled again, as she turned it onto its lowest setting and pressed it against her clit. She sighed. “Just move, darling.” Darling. He liked how the word sounded. That was nice.He started thrusting, gentle because he wasn’t the most sure of what she wanted. It’s not like he had any hesitation, though he wasn’t going at it with the vigor he loved to let all out. It was soft rolls of his hips, no noise of skin slapping against skin from the get-go like his usual escapades; all there was now was Kenny G, her soft breaths and moans caught in her throat, and the soft buzz of her vibrator, and the wet noise of her cunt. But it’s okay, she felt terrific around him, squeezing down against his cock, looking up at him with what he was sure was the most sultry look she could muster. Unsure what to do, he just smiled, trying to seem confident but no, he was nervous as shit.God, how the hell did Frank of all people marry this woman again?Mac leaned down to give her a peck on the lips, supposed to be quick until she bit down on his bottom lip for a moment before he pulled back. Made him shiver a bit, but he wouldn’t dare admit that, instead running his tongue over his bottom lip while for her, it was like she’d done nothing at all. She just spread her legs a little wider, and he heard the buzz of the vibrator grow louder.“Go faster, Mac,” Barbara demanded, and Mac nodded, picking up the pace but still doing his best not to be moving like an oversexed rabbit, maybe he could save that for later. And as he went faster, there she was still just lying there, taking him and staring up at him, all her noise still soft while he couldn’t hold back a few groans here and there from how nice she squeezed around him (how manly of him to groan!). Looking down at how relaxed she seemed, it was like all she was missing was a cigarette or a wine glass—utterly indulgent, and utterly… uncaring? No, he was sure she cared. Even if she didn’t (which he doubted), feeling how her cunt gripped him was like, sublime.As Mac kept up his pace, he watched her circle the vibrator around her clit, and he wondered for a moment if his dick was a mere supplement to what was supposed to be a masturbation session. Being an addition was something he didn’t mind—he was still needed, in a sense, as he pumped in and out, and in and out, and her vibrator buzzed louder. She was beginning to grow louder herself, panting shaky, and he felt it was fine to start groaning more, grunting more, swearing under his breath because it made him sound cool. And also, he couldn’t help it, because it did feel that good.That growing gratification must have been the same for her as well (he hoped it was), as without warning her legs wrapped around him, it was like she was pressing down against his ass to make sure he was all the way in. Fuck, his self-control was waning, his cock was throbbing way too hard all of a sudden, and his face was hot, and he decided to go a bit rougher, the jerking of his hips a little more reckless. He hoped she liked this. He ended up thankful she did.Barbara pulled his head down closer with her free hand, her hand was trembling against the back of his head. “That’s right, go harder,” she coached, and it was permission for Mac to push away all restraint. He wasn't quite jackhammering into her, but he was much more heated in his movement, his thrusts sharper, and it was only then he realized how much he was sweating. In comparison, she still seemed so serene and like she was ready to be fed grapes, now with the added satisfaction that decided to show up on her face. She rewarded him by pulling him into a kiss, and he kissed back. She had her self-control, he was using a bit too much tongue (he didn't realize that), but neither pulled away and she turned the vibrator onto its highest setting, and was moaning into his mouth.When they pulled away from each other (Barbara pulled his head back), all that detachment of hers made way for a glint of desperation flashing across her face. “I’m–oh, going to come. Don’t say anything. Don’t ruin this for me,” she said, and that glint disappeared as she finally started moving even though it was that final stretch, rocking her hips up (for the vibrator, probably, not so much for Mac).So he kept going, kept pumping, and he felt like he was on cloud nine but wasn’t quite as close as she was, so he was beginning to think about his orgasm situation. Was he going to come? Would he have to come inside the condom? He had so many thoughts that were going to be answered soon anyway, because she let out a gasp that snapped him out of his thoughts and brought him to the reality of Barbara coming, losing her composure as she melted into the bed and cried out and tightened around him. The lack of a grand hurrah around this caught him off-guard (or maybe there was, and he wasn’t paying attention), but he stayed in place as she came (feeling her squeezing just almost pushed him over the edge), and it was impossible to look away from those few seconds where Barbara had broken down.Once it was over, Barbara sighed in what Mac swore was relief as she turned off the vibrator and tossed it aside. He was waiting for her to say something, anything, but all she got was him shooing him off with a wave of a hand. There was a second of sadness as Mac pulled out, not yet having busted a nut until she sat up on the pillow she was just laying on, then patting the one beside her. With raised eyebrows and a tilted head, Mac went on to sit there, not questioning a thing, not questioning when she pulled the condom off him and slapped it down onto his thigh.“At least let me do this,” she said, reaching over to start a dry handjob, and his mouth fell open as he panted because it became obvious then she knew what she was doing, and shit, it felt really good to not have that condom around him, actually. That twist of her wrist was magical as she stroked him, the tempo a bit brutal (which may have either been because she knew he was close, or she wanted this to be over, or both), and he almost folded in half at this sudden burst of pleasure. As if she wasn’t seeing him melt in her hand, she asked: “Do you feel good, Mac?”“I’m good,” Mac sputtered out as he chewed on his bottom lip, hoping he would last longer but his body was betraying him because he was holding back the urge to come. He was sucking in his stomach trying to hold it back, but it was no use; quivering and unable to hinder the most pathetic, strangled sob he'd ever let out in his life, Mac came in Barbara's grasp. She kept stroking him as his cum spilled out onto her hand, and there was that urge to cling onto her, but goddamnit, he shouldn't, so he tensed his whole body up until he was running on empty.After wiping her hand on the bedsheets, Barbara gave Mac a small pat on the head, and a kiss on his temple. “Good boy,” she said, not a hint of any emotion in her voice really, nothing more, nothing less before she moved away from him. He could only sigh. Kenny G kept playing on.Physically, Mac was spent. Fulfilled. Best sex ever. There was also that odd feeling of a void in his stomach after every time he slept with a woman, but he’d gotten used to shoving that sensation away even if it kind of ate away at him. So he sat there in silence, basking in the afterglow of what the hell just happened while Barbara, a little disheveled, a little tired, stood up to toss her robe back on.