How I Fucked Your Mother, Ep. 3

She laid back on her bed, now completely naked, and watched me with sultry eyes as I unbuckled my pants. She wore nothing but a look of anticipation and lust.

“Fuck me,” she beckoned.

It was clear at that point this bedroom was never getting painted. It was also clear it was never her intention to paint it when she invited me over to help her with some things around the house.

Mrs. Ryan is a very sweet woman. She isn't the type to lure young guys to her bed. She isn't the type to think selfishly or use people. She isn't the type have something like this happen in her home, in the bed her late husband once laid in.

But Mrs. Ryan hadn’t had cock in years.

My job was to fix that.

Just look at her. What was I going to say at that moment?

She asked me to fuck her.

Consider her fucked.