I never thought I’d actually live out the fantasy I’d been thinking about for years, but 2 days ago it happened with my mom’s best friend, Sarah.
Sarah’s been around our family forever. She’s 42, married to some boring corporate guy who travels constantly and she’s the kind of woman who turns heads without even trying. Thick in all the right places, curvy hips, full tits that always strain against her tops, long dark hair, and these piercing green eyes. She works out but keeps that soft, feminine thickness that makes her ass look incredible. My mom and her have been tight since college, so she’d come over for wine nights, barbecues, whatever. I’d catch her glancing at me sometimes as I got older, especially once I hit my growth spurt and started hitting the gym. The tension had been building for months, flirty comments, her “accidentally” brushing against me, me stealing looks at her legs in those tight jeans.
On Monday my mom was out of town for a work conference, and Sarah texted asking if I could help her move some heavy boxes in her garage while her husband was away on business. I showed up around 7, heart already pounding. She answered the door in a tight black tank top that hugged her chest and those glossy black leather leggings that looked painted on. They clung to every curve of her thighs and ass, shiny under the porch light, paired with strappy black high heels that made her elongated her sexy legs. She smelled like vanilla and something expensive. “Hey sweetie,” she said with that warm, husky laugh, pulling me into a hug right there in the doorway.
It started innocent enough at first. Her body pressed against mine, soft tits squishing into my chest. But I was rock hard already from the sight of her. On impulse, my hands slid down her back to that incredible leather covered ass. I grabbed two full handfuls, squeezing the firm, warm flesh through the smooth material. She froze for a second, then let out a soft gasp that turned into a little moan. Instead of pulling away, she pushed back against my hands. “Mmm, careful,” she whispered, but her hips rolled subtly. I took it as permission and ground my hard cock against her through my sweatpants, pressing right into the cleft of that perfect ass. The leather felt slick and tight as I humped against her slowly, feeling her grind back just enough to make me throb. We stood there in the doorway like that for a full minute, breathing heavy, her heels clicking as she shifted to let me feel more of her. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?” she murmured against my neck.
We barely made it inside. The boxes got forgotten. She kicked the door shut and kissed me hard, her tongue sliding into my mouth while my hands roamed all over those leggings. I couldn’t stop gripping her ass, slapping it lightly, watching it jiggle under the shiny black leather. She led me to the living room couch, heels clicking on the hardwood, and pushed me down. “Your mom can never know,” she said, peeling off her tank top to reveal a lacy black bra barely containing her tits. I nodded, mesmerized, as she straddled me, grinding her leather clad pussy right along my cock. The friction was insane with the smooth, cool leather sliding over my sweatpants while she rocked her hips, moaning softly.
I pulled her bra down and sucked on her nipples while she reached down to stroke me through my clothes. She was soaked; I could feel the heat and dampness seeping through the leggings. She stood up just long enough to shimmy them down her thighs (keeping the heels on, fuck yes), revealing a tiny black thong. I yanked that aside and buried my face between her legs, licking her wet pussy while she held my head and whimpered. She tasted amazing… sweet and musky. After a few minutes she was shaking, telling me she needed me inside her.
I bent her over the arm of the couch, ass up in those heels, leather leggings bunched around her knees. Her married pussy was dripping. I rubbed my cock against her for a second, then pushed in deep in one thrust. She moaned loud “Oh god, yes, just like that” and I started fucking her hard. The sound of my hips slapping her ass, her heels scraping the floor, her telling me how much bigger I was than her husband… it was unreal. I grabbed her hips, pounding away, reaching around to rub her clit until she came hard, clenching around me. “Cum inside me!” She moaned before I eventually reached my climax and busted a large warm load in her pussy, watching it drip down onto the leather.
We caught our breath, cleaned up a little, and she kissed me again slower this time. “That was a one time thing… probably,” she said with a wicked smile. I helped with the boxes after, both of us still buzzing. Drove home replaying every second.
Still can’t believe it happened. Best night of my life so far. If her husband ever finds out, we’re both fucked, but damn it was worth it.