One of my best friends mothers is about 42 or 43 years old and is absolutely beautiful. She is about 5'7" with long, smooth legs, and perfect breasts that are not too big not too small. They look natural, so they look perfect. She’s the typical blonde soccer mom everyone wants to fuck around. She is a gardener and takes extra care of her bushes for her house and her gardens in the backyard.
Fucking my best friend’s mother was the last thing I could think about when I went to his house. I rang the bell and she opened the door. I asked her if her son Tom was home. She said I just missed him because he left with a girl and they went to the mall.
She said I didn’t have to leave because she just made a pot of coffee and invited me to a cup. She worked in one of the city’s hospitals and was still in uniform. I asked her if she had another double shift. She smiled and said without a second salary to pay the bills, she had to work all hours offered to her.
I’m mid-20s and my girlfriend’s mom is really hot MILF. Every time I visit their house, I usually find her looking at my crotch as I look at her breasts. A few times I caught her and smiled. At first I thought she liked me… When she bumped her ass every once in a while into my big member. She didn’t withdraw immediately and I confirmed I was interested. Her husband is a little nerds, tall, has thick glasses and very workaholic, maybe that explains why they’re good to do. He doesn’t look like someone who can take care of his wife.
It all started the day I met my girlfriend’s parents. I was 19 then and my girlfriend’s mother was only 37. I almost fell into lust with her. Her name was Karen and she was six feet tall with auburn hair and the most beautiful pair of legs I’d ever seen. She was sitting on a lounge chair with her legs up and she was wearing a nice short skirt. I was hoping to look under her skirt at that time and there, but I couldn’t make it too clear.
Fucking my best friend’s mother was the last thing I could think of when I went to his house. I called the doorbell and she opened the door. I asked her if her son, Tom, was home. She said I just missed him when he was gone with a girl and they went to the mall.
She said I didn’t have to leave because she just made coffee and invited me to a cup. She worked in one of the town hospitals and was still in uniform. I asked her if she had a double shift. She smiled and said without a second paycheck to pay the bills, she had to work on her all hours. While I was on my cup of coffee, I commented that her feet should kill her. She said she was in a hurry and left for work in her shoes. I told her every male patient liked her. She said it would have made her day if that was the situation, but with the exception of an overdose, all her patients were women on duty.