Late last night I went through my closet, pulling out pre-pregnancy clothes I can now get into, over two months after giving birth. Some still have to wait a couple more months, but some I can squeeze into now. I found this little skanky number: leopard print tank and boy shorts, an outfit that makes me think of horny mature women in big hoop earrings and bubblegum pink lipstick.

Jay watched as I wiggled into it, posing in front of the mirror. Still plump, like a 50′s pin-up girl, and so excited about the cleavage I didn’t used to have.

Skanky is as skanky does, I walked over to where Jay reclined watching me, and pulled his pants down for a taste of his growing cock. Waving my butt in front of his nose as I went down on him, I got him hard to my liking and asked him to fuck my ass. He bent me over and plowed into my rectum, which was much tighter now from lack of use. Getting boned once a week nowadays compared to the pre-motherhood daily has its advantages. I came and came and came… until he came all over the pillowy cheeks of my upturned bottom.