Sunday afternoon. I’m at Anne’s door, her washed dress and panties folded neat. Heart pounds. She’s Dominique’s mom, my secret library fuck. Ringing feels wrong, but I knock anyway. She pulls me in, laughing off yesterday’s flash of her bare pussy. We sip orange juice. Phone rings. Her face crumbles mid-call. Tears hit hard. I sit close, hand on hers. She breaks. Marriage hell, absent husband, bitchy mother-in-law. No friends, no life beyond daughters. Thirty-six, trapped. She sobs into my shoulder. My cock stirs against her thigh. Forbidden. Her lips crash mine. Tongue invades, desperate. She grinds her wet crotch on my leg. I freeze. But her hands claw my shirt. No turning back. Excitement surges. Betraying Dominique? Fuck, it ignites me. Anne’s fragility cracks my resolve. I pull her onto my lap. Kiss deepens, hungry.
She rips off her dress. Black lace bra, soaked thong. Tits spill free, fuller than Dominique’s, nipples rock-hard. I suck one, bite gentle. She moans, arches. Fingers dive under her panties. Pussy lips slick, swollen. Clit throbs under my thumb. She bucks, cums fast, juices flooding my hand. No time for slow. She yanks my pants down. Cock springs out, veiny, leaking pre-cum. She grabs it, strokes rough. Positions over me. Guides my thick head to her dripping slit. Drops hard. Fuuuck. Tight, hot, gripping like a vice. She rides wild, hips slamming. Tits bounce in my face. I pinch nipples, slap her ass. “Fuck me harder,” she gasps. Switch. Bend her over couch. Ass up, cheeks spread. Pink asshole winks, pussy gapes wet. Slam in balls-deep. Pound relentless. Skin slaps echo. She screams, cums again, walls milking me. Finger her tight rosebud. She pushes back, greedy. Flip her. Legs wide. Ram missionary, deep thrusts. Sweat drips. Her nails rake my back. “Cum inside!” Can’t hold. Explode, ropes of hot seed painting her womb. She shudders, fourth orgasm ripping through.
The Burning Trigger
We collapse, panting. Shower together. Soapy tits grind my chest. She beams. “First time cheating. Best for my morale.” Guilt hits like a truck. Fucked my girl’s mom. Raw betrayal. But the rush? Electric. Secret burns sweet. Dress her up, kiss goodbye. Walk home, cock twitching at the memory. Gwendoline waits inside, eyes knowing. Smack with vase. Blackout. Wake to her apologies, bloody tits out. But that’s another taboo. Tonight, Anne’s pussy haunts me. Stolen cum in her depths. No one knows. Thrill owns me. I’ll chase more shadows.