«O-Oh God, Jace… oh God… aaah… f-fucking hell — w-why did I wait so long to have you fuck me?» Mrs. Fenwick moans.
She's down on all fours across the back seats of her Jeep, in an empty mall parking lot outside Manhattan.
Kneeling behind her, I pound her pussy with all the strength I have, my hands squeezing her ass — not as firm and tight as Veronica's, but still nice and full, just the way I like it.
«M-Me too… kinda kicking myself for waiting so long to ask you out for that drink…» I pant.
I'm not lying — for at least two years the idea of fucking Mrs. Fenwick has been messing with my head.
She's not exactly a bombshell, but the fact that she's my mother's best friend makes everything more exciting.
Come on, everyone has fantasized about their mom's friends, right?
Unfortunately, ninety-nine times out of a hundred those fantasies remain just that, and I was pretty sure Mrs. Fenwick would stay nothing more than a horny teen's fantasy.
And yet it turned out to be even easier than I thought. Not that I had any doubts — from the moment she agreed to meet for a drink, I already knew how the night would end — but still, even in a shaky marriage, there's always the risk that guilt or second thoughts might kick in when she's getting kissed, undressed, and fucked by someone who isn't her husband.
But that didn't happen with Mrs. Fenwick — hell, I'm even fucking her in her husband's car!
The more she moans and begs me to fuck her like a slut, the harder my fingers squeeze her soft, slightly saggy ass — and the harder my dick slams in and out of her soaked, dripping pussy.
«D-Don't tell your mother… okay…? Aaah…» she gasps, licking and sucking the fingers. «I-I don't want to argue with her or make her think weird things about me… to think I'm a pervert, a maniac… T-This… this will be our little secret, Jace… please… aaaaah…»
«D-Don't worry… it'll stay our little secret…» I whisper. Then I slip my tongue into her mouth, and we start kissing again.
And after just a handful of minutes, her moans grow sharper and higher, muffled by my tongue.
I feel her lower belly tighten, her fingers gripping my arms hard — it's happening. A hot torrent bursts from her pussy, splashing all over the inside of my thigh.
«J-Jace… I want more…» she pants. «N-No one has ever fucked me like this, Jace, I swear… I've always slept with men way older than me. I've always had this fetish for older men, maybe because I associated more experience with more sexual pleasure… and yet, no one has ever made me come the way you just did, I swear…»
A nice boost to my ego, for sure — not that I need it, but it's always good to hear.
«…I-It's strange, isn't it?» she goes on, starting to move her hips faster again, back and forth with my cock still inside her.
«W-What's strange…?»
«T-That after almost thirty years of only fucking men ten, fifteen… even twenty years older than me, the one who made me come the most was actually the youngest I've ever been with… it's clear that age doesn't matter at all for certain things… aaah… e-even though I just came, give me two minutes and I'll be soaking the seats again…»
Well, I get her. I also have a preference for older women — probably Veronica's fault.
It took Mrs. Fenwick two more orgasms before my turn to come finally arrived. And as soon as I feel the orgasm right there, on the tip of my dick, I pull out abruptly from Mrs. Fenwick's soaked pussy.
I shoot all over her back, then I let myself fall backward, leaning my back against the inside of the Jeep's door, and breathe out a long, satisfied sigh.
Why didn't I come inside her? It seems obvious, doesn't it?
Only Veronica and Naomi — the only women in the world I love — deserve that honor.
We could consider it a deep and intense demonstration of love, a privilege reserved only for those who have managed to break into my heart.
And no, Mrs. Fenwick is definitely not part of that very exclusive circle.