«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, utterly lost in pleasure, down on all fours across the back seats of her Jeep, parked in an empty mall parking lot right outside Manhattan.
Her hands are pressed against the fogged-up windows, leaving smudged handprints on the glass. The lower half of her elegant long black dress is hiked up to her hips, leaving her bare underneath.
And I, kneeling behind her, pound her pussy with every ounce of strength I have, my hands squeezing that ass — not as firm and tight as Veronica's, sure, 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, gripping her cheeks.
I'm not lying — for at least three years the idea of fucking Mrs. Fenwick has been messing with my head, and I've even jerked off plenty of times thinking about her. As a woman, she's not exactly a bombshell — a solid six and a half, tops — but the fact that she's my mother's best friend makes everything insanely 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. Partly because she always seemed happy in her marriage, and partly because I figured that, out of respect for Veronica, even if she wanted to, she would never give in to me.
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. What could be more exciting?
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 shoved into her mouth — fingers I had just dipped inside her pussy, coating them with her own juices. «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… Promise me it'll stay between us, and I'll fuck you anytime you want…»
Pfft… she says it like she's doing me a favor by letting me fuck her, when judging by how hard she's getting off, I'd say it's the exact opposite.
«D-Don't worry… it'll stay our little secret…» I whisper in her ear, leaning over her and wildly licking her cheek until it's drenched in saliva. Then I slip my tongue into her mouth, and we start kissing again like two desperate middle-schoolers sharing their first kiss.
And after just a handful of minutes, her moans grow sharper and higher, muffled by my tongue. I feel her lower belly tighten, her muscles clench, her fingers gripping my arms hard — it's happening. A hot torrent bursts from her pussy, splashing all over the inside of my thigh and dripping onto the back seats.
Honestly, I have no idea how she'll explain to her husband why it looks like it rained inside his car, but in the end, that's not my fucking problem.
«J-Jace… I want more…» she pants, slowing down for the first time since we started, maybe to catch her breath or maybe because the alcohol suddenly hit her hard right after she came. «N-No one has ever fucked me like this, Jace, I swear… In my whole life, ever since my first time, I've always slept with men way older than me. I've always had this fetish for older men, maybe because I unconsciously 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, obviously, 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…?» I ask, curious and full of pride.
«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 — though now that I think about it, I've never fucked someone much younger than me either, like five or six years younger… Naaaah, let's not kid ourselves, I'm only eighteen — that would be pretty disgusting — and also pretty illegal.