A passionate night with a neighborhood mom [M/F]

I met Cassie at one of those parents’ events at our local high school. I don’t remember what was going on, but she was sitting one row below me on the bleachers. She was wearing shorts and flip-flops and I never made out what the vice-principal was blathering about because my attention was fixated solely on the series of alluring colors and elegant curves that defined her lower body: her perfectly pedicured pink toes, her high arches, her supple brown calves, and her smooth thighs. Looking bored as hell but just as hot.

It happened that we had kids in the same class and were assigned to a subcommittee tasked with planning a fall fundraiser. I got to her house just after eight to help paint giant cardboard pumpkins. Despite several group message promises, no one else showed.

We ate pizza and drank a couple of beers, then started slathering shiny coats of green, orange, and black on the smiling oversized gourds. Cassie painted with her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her soft cotton tee shirt revealed that she wore no bra, and her frayed jeans proudly hugged the shape of her cute, little ass.

We made small talk at first, which turned pretty silly as the beers were soon followed by a bottle of wine she had been given way back at Christmas and didn’t know when else she would open it. There were no signs of a husband anywhere, and I wasn’t going to ask. When the grins and snarls were finished on the Jack-o-lanterns, we sat next to one another on the couch to admire our handiwork.

Cassie leaned back and drained the last of the wine. She propped her bare feet on my lap and let out a long sigh. I don’t know what we talked about then or even if we were talking. I remember rubbing her feet while she closed her eyes and smiled. My next sensation was of lying beside her on the couch, cheek to cheek and teasing my fingers through her hair.

I slipped a hand beneath her shirt and cupped a warm breast that was crowned with a small, erect nipple. We kissed and shared the taste of salt and wine and unfamiliar skin. There’s something about being close to someone new, someone who wants you, that makes your senses newly alive. I looked in her eyes and said all sorts of ardent phrases about how wonderful she was. Things I couldn’t have known but felt all the same.

I stripped off Cassie’s shirt and buried my face in her tits while fumbling with the button on her jeans. Maybe it was just the excitement, but the zipper sounded especially loud when I pulled it down. She bit her lip and purred as I slid my hand across the fabric of her underwear.

She was already so WET. I dipped my fingers inside of her. I stroked her clit. Slow then fast but slow again. Cassie squirmed and arched her back, kicking and twisting her way out of what remained of her jeans. Her legs were radiant. Like when I first saw her.

I sat up, and she straddled me. Unbuttoning my shirt from the top down. My cock throbbed inside my pants, pressing firmly against her as she thrust herself against me. I fumbled for my phone and opened the first sensual playlist I could find on my streaming app. Her movements brought the friction in rhythmic waves. The beat of the music became an incantation of pleasure. The leering pumpkins were like silent initiates observing some secret ritual in a moonlit forest clearing. That’s overly dramatic, I know. But I was a little drunk and everything felt magical.

Cassie tossed my shirt in the corner. We leaned into another, her naked chest melting into mine. I held her tight as we shared a messy kiss, and every sensation was heightened by my attraction to her–an elemental force gripping my body and mind. Every aspect of her was a flame that lit my consciousness. The way the light gleamed off her shoulder. How her back felt warm under my fingertips. The rosy scent of her perfume. The scattato pattern of her whispery breaths.

My pants came off next. Honestly, I don’t recall the mechanics of that part. Or who did what. I just know it happened fast, and that my cock was pulsing and rigid as it protruded from the fly of my boxer briefs. She pulled her panties to the side and mounted me. I felt the walls of her pussy rippling against my head as I entered. She was tight. We both gasped and moaned.

I’ll never make a moon landing or dive to the bottom of the ocean, but I’m convinced that being INSIDE of another person is just as otherworldly, despite being an experience common to mankind. The next song must have been one of her favorites, because Cassie got this wide grin and started a dance that involved a lot of swaying, bouncing, and throwing her head back. The moves seemed natural and familiar to her but uncanny and mesmerizing to me. I wanted to pay appropriate tribute to this display of beauty and pleasure by exploding inside her. But not yet.

She dismounted and we arranged ourselves in the 69 position on the living room rug. I traced my tongue around the neat square of fuzz she kept perched above her slit. Her vulva had a gentle, earthy smell. Like lavender and paper. I kissed her there with abandon. Licking. Sucking. Slurping. She squeezed her thighs against my face. Meanwhile, her mouth was masterful on my cock. She imbibed on every vein, every ridge, and every fold of skin. I hummed my satisfaction on her clit, and she whimpered hers like my tip was a microphone.

I whirled back around and stared into her sublime face as I penetrated her once more. I braced my hands against the floor and rotated my hips to drive deeper with each plunge. Cassie wrapped her legs around me and dug her nails into my back. Her whole body quailed and shuddered. Sweat glistened along her neck. Her belly ring flashed with each tremor. We were close.

We were both desperate now. There was no more waiting, no more need to build anticipation. Just a primal desire to give and be given.

She closed her eyes and muttered something unintelligible before breaking into a chant of YES YES HELL YES, YES YES HELL YES that grew steadily louder with each refrain. I managed only a series of low grunts and exhales as my will could find no expression except in the eruption that connected us in the center of our beings. It was elemental, rapture released in wet flesh.

We lay there a long time, listening to the de-escalation of our bodies as we each settled exhausted into the form of the other.

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