I'm sexting my mom's friend

The wait is becoming a delicious torture. For months, this 51-year-old bombshell—a married woman with three kids—has had me here, with my dick hard and my head full of the images she sends me on WhatsApp. It all started innocently enough, you know? She’s my mom’s friend; she’d come over for coffee and gossip, until one day she asked for my number under the excuse of sending me a recipe. A fucking recipe! What she wanted was this young dick.

I remember that picture I posted shirtless after my workout, my abs defined and sweat glistening on my skin. She didn’t even wait five minutes to text me: “With a washboard like that, you can wash all my dirty laundry, mijo.” That’s when I knew I had her eating out of my hand. Any pretense of normal conversation went out the window fast. She started sending me pics of her feet in the bathtub, saying she imagined it was my tongue running between her toes. Then came the audio messages, panting my name while she touched herself, telling me how her husband doesn’t make her hot anymore, how she misses feeling a young cock that can truly fill her up.

One of her hottest messages was when she described exactly how she wants me to take her: “I want you to grab that ass you love so much, to split me in two against the wall while you suck on my tits. My panties are soaked, amor, just imagining your cum running down my thighs.” Holy shit! That made me come like a fucking teenager. She sends me videos of herself rubbing over her clothes, showing me the outline of her swollen pussy, begging me to eat her out until she comes in my mouth.

But here’s the problem: there’s always an excuse not to meet. “The youngest is sick,” “my husband is suspicious,” “I’m scared someone will see us.” And me, the dumbass, I’m here jerking off like an idiot to her photos and messages, which, by the way, have already filled the hidden folder on my phone. Sometimes I think she just wants the attention, that she likes feeling desired by a twenty-something with a six-pack. But then she texts me at 2 a.m., telling me she’s in the bathroom fucking herself with a dildo thinking about my cock, and all my anger just vanishes. All I want is to wreck that mature pussy until she can’t walk, to leave my seed deep inside her, and to make her remember why she sought out a young guy like me. The waiting might be hell, but her audio files moaning my name are worth every fucking stroke.