He steered her into the penthouse still drunk from the after-party, jacket half off, and didn’t bother with the lights past the entry. The couch was closer than the bed. She dropped onto it in the fishnets, heels already gone, and he followed her down, pushing the mesh aside at the crotch and sinking in while she was still catching her breath. She laughed once at the stretch, then moaned, one arm hooked over the back of the sofa, nails dragging his shoulder as he fucked her deeper, slow at first, then harder. Her head tipped back against the cushion. He held her knee up and stayed inside until he came, pulsing, not pulling out. Breathing against her neck, he told her the seat at the table her husband wanted was settled—he could have it in the morning. She nodded, still loose and catching her breath, and didn’t move off him.
Your dad was gone on a trip. His friend came over.
He found your mom in the pool wearing that little flag bikini. He got in behind her, pulled her top down, and grabbed her big tits while rubbing his hard cock on her ass. Then he sat her on the edge, spread her legs, and pushed deep inside her. Water was splashing everywhere as he fucked her hard. He picked her up and kept going, holding her up in the water.
She got on her knees and sucked him, licking all over the head and taking him deep. He bent her over the side of the pool and fucked her from behind, pulling her hair.
Later on the lounge chair he sat down and made her ride him reverse, her ass bouncing on his cock. Then he flipped her onto her hands and knees and pounded her again. When he was ready he pulled out and she sucked him off, letting him cum all over her tongue and lips.
Your dad wasn’t coming back for days.