The text from Mark was frantic: "Dude, mom needs salt for the stew! Can you run upstairs and give it to her? I'm stuck on this call." Salt? Sure, easy enough. I headed up to their apartment, a bag of coarse sea salt in hand. I knocked, and a moment later, Alina Rai, Mark's MILF mom, opened the door. She was wearing a low-cut tank top and yoga pants, her big tits straining against the fabric. Damn, she looked good.
"Oh, thank you, honey!" she said, her voice husky. "I'm making Mark's favorite stew, and I completely forgot the salt." I handed her the bag, and our fingers brushed. A jolt shot through me. She invited me in, and I found myself in their kitchen, the smell of simmering stew filling the air. Alina was so sensual, with her brunette hair falling down her back.
"You know," she said, turning to me, "Mark has been so stressed lately. I just want him to be happy." Her eyes met mine, and I saw a hint of sadness, but also… something else. A spark. We started talking, and I noticed she was wearing a simple Couple ring on her finger. She poured us both glasses of wine, and the conversation flowed. She mentioned she was a cheating wife that sometimes feels neglected by her husband.
The next thing I knew, she reached out and touched my hand. "You're such a good friend to Mark," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "And… you're a good man." I leaned in, and our lips met. The kiss was soft at first, but quickly became passionate. I cupped her Natural Tits, and she moaned softly, pulling me closer. It escalated fast. We ended up in her bedroom, her pulling my shirt off as we fell onto the bed. I kissed her neck, feeling her pulse quicken. She guided me inside her, and the world melted away as we made love.
She loved Big Ass Doggystyle and I could see it. The whole scene played like an Amateur movie, raw and real. We spent the rest of the afternoon in a haze of passion, exploring each other's bodies, sharing secrets and desires. It was wrong, I knew it, but I couldn't resist. It was a pure taboo cheating moment. As dusk fell, I slipped out, leaving Alina in her bed, a satisfied smile on her face. I knew this was a mistake, but I couldn't deny the intense connection we had made. This might be the last time or maybe not, but I will never forget the POV experience with my best friends mom.
