I (29M) drove a couple home after just meeting them, but she (46F) ended up coming back with me. [MF]

I was rideshare driving one night in 2015, and picked up a middle aged couple from a decently busy nightlife district. He had requested the ride, so I confirmed his name and drop-off location, and off we went.

They were both dressed in business casual clothing, so I thought they might be coworkers.  As we drove, I observed that their vibe was individual to each; he seemed pretty chill, but the woman was energetic and giddy.  She was all over this guy, and they were whispering back and forth in the backseat.  From what I could clean, she could not wait to get back to his place.

We arrive, and they climb out of the car as I tell them to take care.  Now, I have a general practice of staying parked long enough to ensure everyone is able to get inside safely.  So I watched him open the garage door and they walked in.  I ended the ride and gave the passengers a good rating.  Just as I was about to back out, I could see that she was physically all over him inside the garage, but he seemed to be resisting.  He kept taking her hands away from his face and midsection, and she kept on trying to touch him as he was trying to open the door to get inside.  Clearly she wanted him, but for some reason he was just acting annoyed.  In my mind’s narrative, they were coworkers and he decided at the last minute that their impending tryst was a bad idea.

He walked back out to my car, and she followed with a disappointed look on her face.  I rolled down the passenger side window so I could see what he needed.

He extended a $20 bill to me and asked if I would get her home safely.  I accepted (this was before laws against such practices had been passed), and went offline so I did not get any requests while I took her home. As we were backing out, she rolled down the window the rest of the way, stuck her head out and proclaimed, “You’re missing out, (name)!”

She rolls up the window, turns to me and says “So YOU’LL be taking me home then!”

I should add that this woman is stunning. She looked every bit I’m her mid 40’s and rocked it. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a pony tail and she is wearing minimal makeup, but she exuded sexual energy like crazy; a true MILF.

I tell her, “Wherever you want to go, that’s where I’ll take you.” I didn’t know if she had a backup plan since things didn’t work out with the first guy.

“I just need you to get me back to my house,” she said. But after she said it, she maintained eye contact with me and smiled. It was at that point I had an inkling that things might go pretty well for me. So we start our ten minute journey south.

As we are driving along, she is asking about me, telling me how cute I am, and being an outright flirt.

“So how old are you?” she asks.

She knows I’m younger, but I don’t know what her limit is for how young she is willing to go. Admittedly, I do look younger than my chronological age.

“I’m old enough.” I respond.

She groans, clearly frustrated, but she continues to smile. As we drive along, the passing street lights illuminating the inside of the car every other second, I see her hand reach over. She gently sets it on my crotch, locates my growing chub, and squeezes. I look down, and on her finger, I can faintly make out the pale strip of skin where a ring used to be

“Mmmm, how OLD are you?”

“I’m old enough.” I can’t help but smirk.

This continues as we pull into her driveway and park.

I look at her and say, “How old do you want me to be?”

“Ugh…I just have kids in college and one fully grown, and I just hate to think you’re my son’s age”

So I lay it on the line, and say, “Well, you clearly need to fuck, and you clearly want me, so what else matters? Are we doing this or not?”

It was time to shit or get off the pot. If we weren’t going to fuck, then I needed to get back to work.

“I have to let my dogs out first.” Bam.

She gets her mail from the mailbox and we head inside. She sets her purse and mail on the counter and lets her dogs out the glass sliding door. I come up behind her, place my hands on her waist, then slide one hand up to her breast and the other down to her crotch. I can feel the heat eminating from each. She finally lets out a moan as though she had just given herself permission to enjoy this.

She slides the door closed, turns around and kisses me right away. She pulls me closer, and kisses deeply. She breaks the kiss and takes me by the hand to the couch in the adjacent living room. In moments, clothes are coming off eagerly. As I pull my shirt over the top of my head, the hem passes my eyes and reveals to me a wondrous sight. Her fit, naked frame is leaning back on the couch, legs spread, and she is already playing with herself. She has been ready for this since before the last guy called for a ride.

I dive right in, wrapping my arms around her raised legs and embracing her pussy with my whole mouth. She lets out the kind of moan that only comes after a dry spell; it had been too long and she needed this. I focus in on her clit and go to work. This woman is so wet that I am having to lap it up, and I am loving it. I look up at her, and she has her head tilted all the way back and she is breathing heavy. My eyes scan down past her breasts, down her toned stomach, to the aged scar from what had clearly been a C-section long ago. I unwrapped one arm from her leg and slid to fingers inside her, curving them up to hit her g-spot. The tell-tale bumps were easy to identify, as the rest of her pussy was remarkably smooth. I worked her clit and g-spot until she was bucking.

“Uggghhh! Fuck me! Now!”

Uhhh, yes ma’am.

As she lays on her back, I lift her left leg and position my knees on either side so I can take her from the side. I place my raging boner at the entrance and push my way in raw.

She lets out an, “Ohhhhhhhh,” as her eyes roll back and her upper eyelids fall. It was like I was scratching an itch that she couldn’t reach for days. I guess only dick would do the trick.

I started slow, but quickly discovered that she became louder the harder I went. This escalated until I could hear the feet of the couch cracking, straining to stay in place on the carpet. I was getting winded but I could tell she was getting close, so I had to maintain speed and rhythm. I wrapped my arms around her raised leg for leverage and kept at it. Sure enough, it was not long before she pulled the throw pillow out from under her head, covered her face with it, and let out a blood curdling scream. I felt her pussy grip down on my cock, and then again, and again. As I kept tenaciously shoving my cock into her, I could feel her fluids soaking my balls. Just when I thought she was coming down, I pressed on with the pace.

“Did that 20-something cock just make you cum?” I teased.

That pussy tightened right back up as she pulled the pillow back to her face and screamed all over again. I continued to thrust as hard and deep as I could until her screaming became a whimper and her pussy released its grip. We both stayed there, panting for a minute.

After all of that, I could feel the tingling foothills of my own orgasm in the air, and I didn’t want to lose it. I slid in and out of her swollen pussy a few times to keep the spirit alive.

“Let’s keep going. Where do you want me to cum?” I panted.

“Just keep in mind, I can’t have any more kids,” she came back.

The way she said this could have meant one of two things. Either A) she has an empty nest and really does not want to have any more children at this point in her life, or B) she is incapable of having more children. I did not ask her to clarify.

As she laid there, I lifted her other leg so that they were both against my chest, and started to fuck her all over again. I was so turned on to see this gorgeous woman, barely old enough to be my mother, looking into my eyes and contort her face with pleasure as I thrust my cock into her.

In this moment, this woman was not just this woman. She was every friend’s hot mom, every sizzling hot teacher I had ever fantasized about growing up. I leaned forward on her legs until her back had to curve up for her ass and pussy to come up off the couch to meet me. I slammed into her, unrelenting, as I felt my orgasm quickly building. Just as my balls tightened against my body, I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded my soul into this woman. Not gonna lie, I was pretty vocal about it too. I stayed right there for as long as I could afterwards, post orgasmic shudders taking over my body periodically every time I imagined her cervix drowning in a pool of my youthful semen. I felt a bit disappointed when I pulled out and the clear fluid ran out of her onto the leather sofa. We collected ourselves a bit, but stayed naked as we made our way to the kitchen.

We talked, naked, at the kitchen table over cups of green tea. I learned a bit about each other as we hydrated and recovered from what we had done, what we both had needed. I ended up staying for a few hours, fucking once more in her bedroom upstairs, unloading inside her again. After that, I could have fallen asleep but decided against.

I called it a night, told her I was spent and had to go. She understood, although I am certain she could have gone more rounds. She stood in the open doorway, naked with my cum running down her leg, and waved me off at 3:30 am as I drove away. She never mentioned feeling one way or another about me cumming inside her.

I got home, and my long term in-residence FWB was asleep on the day bed. I woke her to let her know I was home.

“How did driving go?” she asked.

I replied, “I had some good rides. Tips were nice.”

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