I couldn’t believe my luck when I was invited to spend the weekend at my friend’s beach house. It was the perfect opportunity to relax and unwind, away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Little did I know, this weekend would turn out to be one of the most unforgettable experiences of my life.
As soon as I arrived at the beach house, I was greeted by my friend’s mom, Mrs. Thompson. She was a stunning woman in her late forties, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She had a warm smile that instantly put me at ease, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of attraction towards her.
Mrs. Thompson showed me to my room, which had a breathtaking view of the ocean. As I unpacked my bags, I couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful she looked in her tight-fitting sundress. I tried to push the thoughts out of my mind, reminding myself that she was my friend’s mom and off-limits.
That evening, we all gathered around the fire pit on the beach, roasting marshmallows and sharing stories. Mrs. Thompson sat next to me, and I couldn’t help but steal glances at her every chance I got. The way the firelight danced across her face made her look even more radiant, and I found myself getting lost in her beauty.
As the night wore on, my friend and his dad excused themselves to go to bed, leaving Mrs. Thompson and me alone by the fire. We sat in comfortable silence for a while, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Suddenly, Mrs. Thompson turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?” she asked, her voice soft and inviting.
I couldn’t resist the opportunity to spend more time alone with her, so I nodded eagerly. We walked in silence for a while, the only sound being the crunch of sand beneath our feet. Finally, Mrs. Thompson stopped and turned to face me, her eyes filled with desire.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help myself.”
Before I could respond, she closed the distance between us and pressed her lips against mine in a heated kiss. I was taken aback at first, but the warmth of her lips against mine soon had me melting into her embrace. Our tongues danced together in a frenzy of passion, and I felt a surge of desire coursing through my veins.
Mrs. Thompson pulled away, her chest heaving with desire. “I want you,” she breathed, her voice husky with need. “I want you more than anything in the world.”
I was powerless to resist her, and before I knew it, we were tearing at each other’s clothes in a frenzy of lust. Mrs. Thompson’s body was a work of art, her curves perfectly sculpted and her skin soft to the touch. I couldn’t believe that I was about to make love to my friend’s mom, but the thought only added to the excitement.
As we sank to the sand in a tangle of limbs, Mrs. Thompson straddled me, her eyes locked with mine in a heated gaze. She slowly lowered herself onto my cock, her wetness enveloping me in a tight, warm embrace. I groaned in pleasure as she began to ride me, her hips moving in a hypnotic rhythm that had me teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the night air, mingling with Mrs. Thompson’s moans of pleasure. I reached up to cup her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under my touch. She arched her back in response, her movements becoming more urgent as she chased her own release.
I could feel my own climax building, the pressure in my loins becoming almost unbearable. Mrs. Thompson sensed my impending release and quickened her pace, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. With a final, desperate thrust, I exploded inside her, my seed spilling out in a hot, sticky stream.
Mrs. Thompson cried out in pleasure as she reached her own climax, her body shuddering with ecstasy. We collapsed onto the sand in a tangled heap, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts pounding in unison. I held her close, savoring the feeling of her soft skin against mine.
As we lay there in the afterglow, Mrs. Thompson turned to me with a satisfied smile. “That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice filled with contentment. “I’ve never felt so alive.”
I couldn’t agree more. This weekend had turned out to be a dream come true, and I couldn’t wait to see what other adventures lay in store for me and Mrs. Thompson. One thing was for certain – this would be a weekend I would never forget.
Mom Rides My Cock Story
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