Taking my friend’s mum for a ride [milf] [secret sex] – part 6

Monday was a bit of a blur. I was busy all day but also lost in my head, replaying everything that had happened.

“So I’ll have the place all to myself for 2 hours tomorrow night. Are you going to come around and fuck me senseless?” the text read.

My friend’s mum was a complete nympho and loved driving me crazy.

“So can you get up here this weekend? My husband is at a golf tournament both days and I can get the kids to stay at their friends’ houses,” her sister messaged a little later.

It was crazy. I’d gone from a dry spell to so much pussy I didn’t know how I was going to keep up.

I managed to get through Tue, bombarded with teasing texts, naked photos, and a shower masturbation video from the mum, plus an increasingly demanding dialogue with the aunt.

That night I knocked on the door of my friend’s place. His mum answered, wearing 3 piece lingerie. She looked amazing. Her body was so good. All that walking, gym, yoga, whatever else she did. Her hair was done and she was wearing a slutty amount of make up.

Taking my friend’s mum for a ride [milf] [car sex] [secret affair] – part 5

I quickly shoved the note from my friend’s aunt in my pocket, gave her a nod, and headed to the car with him and his mum. My mind was racing, my heart was thumping, and my cock was still semi-hard from the sexual encounter I’d just had.

I slid into the back seat, and his mum climbed in and sat on my lap. My friend was all grins and waves and beeping his horn to say goodbye, while his aunt had her eyes locked on me, and his mum’s hand was already rubbing my cock through my pants.

We had barely turned the corner at the end of his aunt’s street, before his mother was, once again, leaning forward, chatting to him, giving me access to her pussy. I reached under her dress and gave her a rub. She was soaking wet. I wasn’t sure how much was her and how much was my spit, having just eaten her in the spare room of her sister’s house.

Taking my friend’s mum for a ride – part 4 [milf] [eating pussy] [secret affair]

I’d spent the weekend camping with friends. It was a good trip, lots of laughs, the great outdoors, and all that. My new friend from work fit in well with my existing mates. I spent alone time, sexting his mum and jerking off to the masturbation videos she’d sent me from his aunt’s house, where she was staying.

“I hope you haven’t totally emptied your balls, stud. I want to ride that cock the whole way home,” she messaged as he and I headed off to go pick her up.

We pulled up at his aunt’s and of course his mum wasn’t ready. I decided to try take advantage of the situation and suggested he go get snacks and will up the car, while I stayed and helped out. He naively agreed.

His aunt was pretty hot too. She was also very chatty, all smiles, and had a confidence about about her. I wondered if suspected. Shit!

“I’ll leave you two to do whatever,” she said. “I’ll be out in the garden if you need me.”

She left us alone and we headed straight to the bedroom, closed the door, and were all over each other.

Taking my friend’s mum for a ride [milf] [secret affair] – part 3

[Be sure to read parts 1 and 2. If you can’t find them here, you’ll find them on my account page.]

My friend’s mum came out of the bathroom, face now free of my cum. He went in, giving us a minute to kiss and say goodbye “for now”.

“More soon,” she whispered, rubbing my cock through my pants.

He flushed the toilet, she stuck my finger in her mouth and sucked it, winked, then pulled away and walked off. I stood there stunned.

“Ready?” he said as he walked out.

We said goodbye, he hugged her, she licked her lips at me, and we walked out, leaving her at his aunt’s.

We reshuffled the bags and camp gear and headed off for our weekend away. He was chatty but I was stuck in my head, thinking about how good his mum’s pussy felt, how freaky she was, and how quick she’d made me cum. I was usually very controlled but she was something else.

That moment I got a text. It was an unknown number but I quickly realised it was her.

Taking my friend’s mum for a ride [MILF] [Secret Sex] – Part 2

[Be sure to read part 1 first]

So there I was, sitting in the backseat of my new friend’s car with his mum on my lap, after a secret quickie. She was leaning back against me, stroking my hand out of his eyesight as he drove. I had that dreamy afterglow, having just cum hard.

She reached down to her purse and retrieved her phone, then started texting a message, holding the phone so I could see.

“That was so hot. Thank you, handsome,” she wrote.

He began chatting about our weekend plans as she deleted and wrote more for me to read over her shoulder.

“I need more of that cock. Give me your number so we can organise another hook up?”

I nodded and said “yes”, as if I was interacting with him.

“Do you know how to change the brightness on my phone?” she interrupted.

I said “sure”, she handed me her phone, and I keyed in my number, while talking her through the phone settings.

“Mum is the worst with tech,” he said, totally oblivious that she was lining me up for a booty call.

Taking my friend’s mum for a ride [MILF] [Secret Sex] [Taboo]

Many years ago I met a guy in university and added him to my friends’ circle. He was a pretty good guy, smart, worked well in group work, and, as it turned out, had a hot mum. She’d had him when she was 16 so was still pretty young.

During one of our uni breaks, a few of us planned a camping trip. My new friend offered to drive some of us but at the last minute, his mum decided to head north and visit her sister so took a spot in the car. The problem was, we’d already planned to load it up with camping gear and bags because the other guy who was driving had a 2 seat mazda.

“Mum could sit on your lap. It’s only an hour’s drive to my aunty’s house,” he said.

She stood there, waiting for some kind of response, wearing a little summer dress and high heels. She looked amazing.

“Unless you think I’m too fat,” she said, kidding.

“No! Not at all!” I protested.

“Well, it’s settled then,” she said with a smile.

Exploring spit

It started with kissing passionately, with abandon, messy. We didn’t care about how wet we got each other. It was really hot. Then one day I told her to kiss me without her lips.

“What do you mean?”

I held her face in my hand, squeezing open her mouth.

“Stick out your tongue for me.”

She did.

“Now kiss me.”

We kissed, just tongues, licking at each other. No lips. It really turned her on. Me too.

Another time she looked me in the eyes, gave the palm of her hand a long, wet lick, before rubbing my cock. To beat that, later I opened my mouth and let spit drop onto my cock, rubbed it in, then pushed into her. Spit as lube.

“Fucking sexy!” she sighed.

I grinned.

“You’re a dirty man,” she said, grinning back at me.

That look stuck in my head. That cheeky, grinning, ‘good girl turned dirty because of me’, look. I wanted more of it.

Next time we were together, I knelt between her spread legs. I leaned over, opened my mouth, and let my spit drop onto her pussy.

I [M] was watched by a married woman and loved it

When I was in my early 20s, I was travelling through Europe with friends.

One afternoon, after spending all day on the beach, I was in my room, getting ready to go out for dinner after having a shower. Because I was sunburnt, I was naked, putting on aloe.

I must have been a couple of minutes in, when I noticed that a woman was watching me from her balcony. Her place was divided from mine by a narrow laneway. The kind you walk or drive a moped down. No car would fit.

She was literally only a few metres away from my window. She was mid 30s and hot. I didn’t stop. I looked her in the eyes and continued to rub the aloe into my skin.

She smiled, waved, and watched. After another minute she made the hand moving gesture, indicating “jerk off”. I didnt speak Spanish, she probably had low or no English, but I knew what she was asking.

She took a step back into her room, so she was out of the eyes of anyone walking past, and pulled the front of her dress down, showing me her breasts. At 22, that was all I needed. I jerked off, she watched and rubbed her breasts.

Meeting a Cuck-Queen [exhibitionism] [F voyeur] [F to M oral]

We’d got chatting on a kink site. Similar tastes, she liked my writing, that type of thing. The chats were very polite, not distant but certainly not flirty either. It would happen in bursts here and there, we’d chat every couple of days for a week, then not for a few weeks, and then one day she invited me to coffee if I “was ever in the neighbourhood”. It didn’t happen right away but did happen. It was nice to meet her and chat in person. It was a little more flirty but nothing that suggested we’d ever meet up for sex.

And then one night, after she’d had a few wines, we got chatting on kik. Things escalated really quickly. She told me she loved my stories. She told me that she’d imagined things. I pressed her on what type of things and, to my surprise, what she described more voyeuristic than participatory. She described watching me with another woman in vivid detail. She’d clearly given it a lot of thought. It was very hot, and flattering, but I asked if she’d ever want to do those things with me directly.

Housework (part 3) [Teasing] [Risky Sex] [Her Parents House]

[Be sure to read parts 1 and 2 first]

All the teasing and groping had got us so hot it boiled over. We were both covered in each other’s sweat and spin, breathing hard with grins on our faces.

“I need a shower,” she said.

“I’ll join.”

“No! No more,” she said firmly, referring to all the fucking and sucking we’d been doing. “We need to get my parents’ house cleaned up and get out of here before they get home.”

We scanned the room. The floor was covered with clothes. What had been neat piles, was now strewn across their living room floor.

“OK. You shower. I’ll fix this room up,” I lied.

She gave me a kiss and headed for the bathroom. I quickly fixed a couple of toppled clothes piles then flipped the cushion I’d been sitting on. It had a wet spot where she’d leaked down over my cock and balls while riding me. Then I headed quietly toward her parents’ bathroom.