The air hung thick with unspoken desires. I was driving Alina, my best friend’s mom, home from a party. She’d always been stunning, a classic brunette MILF with a body that defied her age. Tonight, she wore a tight black dress that showed off her natural tits, and the alcohol had loosened her inhibitions – and maybe mine too.
"Thanks for driving me, honey," she purred, her voice a little husky. "Your friend... well, he had a little too much fun." I glanced at her. She was staring out the window, a small smile playing on her lips. "He’s lucky to have a friend like you," she added softly.
I pulled over into a secluded spot, the engine idling. "Alina..." I started, but the words caught in my throat. She turned, her eyes locking with mine. There was a question in them, an invitation. My heart hammered in my chest. This was wrong. So incredibly wrong. But I couldn’t resist.
She leaned closer, her perfume filling my senses. The scent of something both familiar and forbidden. “You’re nervous,” she whispered, tracing a finger along my jawline. I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed on her full lips. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” I managed to say, but the words sounded weak even to my own ears.
“Maybe not,” she agreed, but she didn’t move away. Instead, she reached over and unbuckled my belt. My breath hitched. This was really happening. She slowly unzipped my pants, her eyes never leaving mine. POV, I was seeing the desire in her eyes.
She gently guided me into her mouth, and I groaned. Her lips felt hot and wet, her tongue dancing against my skin. She had me completely under her control. This blowjob was like nothing I have ever experienced, her experience shone through in her technique.
We moved to the backseat, the cramped space only adding to the thrill. She hiked up her dress, revealing a glimpse of lace and skin. I pulled off my shirt, eager to feel her body against mine. Her tattoos peeked out from her shoulder as she pulled me closer.
I entered her slowly, savoring the moment. She gasped, her nails digging into my back. We found a rhythm, a dance of forbidden pleasure. Doggystyle. This was the only way to describe the position we were in. The excitement was electric.
It all happened so fast. The feeling of guilt was quickly replaced by pure physical pleasure. I don't think I've had sex this good in my entire life. She cried out as I reached my climax, her body shuddering with release. The car was hot and steamy, the air thick with the scent of sex and desperation.
When we were done, we sat in silence for a moment, catching our breath. The reality of what we had just done began to sink in. This was a secret we would have to keep, a line we had crossed. But as I looked at her, at the satisfied look on her face, I knew that I would never forget this night. Amateur, real couple, and the most forbidden and passionate experience of my life. My best friend's mom would be a pure taboo cheating experience.
