My friend?s mother

My friend?s motherAll the events described here are real. The names have been changed.We were at my friend?s country house celebrating his birthday. His parents didn?t bother us and we felt free to do whatever we wanted. On the third day his mother came to visit us. When she made sure everything was all right she decided to return to the city. I asked her to give me a lift as I had some plans there for the evening. She agreed easily and soon we were driving home in her Lexus.The car was comfortable and the driver looked very seductive. She was a slim 40-year-old woman and looked perfect, much younger than her real age was. Her name was Martha. We didn?t talk on the way. The radio was on and some slow music was playing.When we drove into the city the question rose where she would drop me off. I told her any place would be suitable for me. Martha offered me to go to her apartment first, to have a cup of tea and talk about our stay at the country house. Of course it was very tempting but I could expect nothing special though. relaxbet güvenilirmi I gave my consent.We drank tea and talked about some nonsense. I was getting more and more excited watching this perfect woman but tried not to reveal my real sensations openly. Martha looked very well and stylish even in these short jeans rolled up to her knees and a translucent blouse through which I saw her beautiful lacy bra. Her breast was neither big nor small and her ass was very tight and inviting. Besides, she laughed so nicely!At last I made up my mind to touch her, slightly, as if occasionally. When I stretched my arm to get the sugar I felt her warmth and softness of her skin. Martha gripped my fingers and kept my hand in hers. I shuddered from the tickling sensation I had all over my body and half-rose from my place.- Charmant! ? Martha smiled. ? You?re so cute!- Me??? Yes? - I like looking shy but at this very moment I WAS shy.- Would you like to thank me for the tea?- Oh, sure!.. ? And I touched relaxbet yeni giriş her hand with my lips softly.- How nice!..- Did you like my kiss, I hope?- Oh, is it a kiss? ? Martha blushed and pulled me to her.It may sound vulgar but as soon as my lips joined with hers my hands started caressing her shoulders, arms, back?- You?re so hot!!!The woman undid the upper button of the blouse with a smile. My fingers slid to her bust and a minute later I was kissing her nipples. And in five more minutes we were on the bed both naked. I was pawing her half-dried but very attractive pussy with one hand and my spare hand was squeezing her breast tenderly and massaging her legs. When the prelude was over I parted Martha?s legs and entered her loin.I had had women before her, of course, but this one was the hottest. When I started moving her heat almost burned my cock.She was very skillful in love. She twitched under me, then stopped, turned round and licked my back and neck. I was going crazy of this relaxbet giriş woman. I moved sharply, then slowly, then again my thrusts got fast. I was trying to bring as much pleasure as possible to my 40 year-old partner and my friend?s mother. I guess I was good at it.We fucked for about half an hour. She climaxed twice, scratching my back and squeezing me with her thighs. When I finally shot my loads into her pussy I felt exhausted.This woman hadn?t been losing her time while she was married. French porn movies and pictures, which we used to find in her room and look through for hours, trained her in love a lot. She rushed down and began tonguing my balls tickling them at the base and licking the whole shaft thoroughly.Soon my cock was erected again and she swallowed it and started twitching her head up and down. I was drilling into her tender throat holding her head in my hands.Suddenly I felt my balls strained and hot cum gushed in abundance into Martha?s mouth. The woman coughed, gulped the semen and wiped her lips with the blanket and then she wiped my cock with her lips.I leaned against the pillow and slapped her ass slightly this way inviting her to me. The 40 year-old woman lay on my shoulder, on the shoulder of a young man who had barely turned 20?It was a July evening. My dream came true?