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 a hard cock and my head full of the images she sent me on WhatsApp. It all started innocently enough, you know? She’s my mom’s friend, she used to come over for coffee and gossip, until one day she asked for my number with the excuse of sending me a recipe. A recipe, dude! What she wanted was this young dick.

I remember that picture I posted shirtless after working out, with my abs defined and sweat glistening on me. She didn’t even take five minutes to write to me: “With that six-pack, you can wash all my dirty laundry, sweetie.” That’s when I knew I had her eating out of my hand. Normal conversations went to hell quickly. She started sending me pictures 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 turn her on like he used to, that she misses feeling a young cock that really fills her up.

One of her hottest messages was when she described how she wants me to fuck her: “I want you to grab that ass you like so much, to split me in two against the wall while you suck on my tits. My panties are soaked, baby, imagining your cum running down my legs.” Holy shit! That made me come like a damn teenager. She sends me videos of her rubbing herself 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 up. “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 with her photos and messages, which, by the way, already fill the hidden folder on my phone. Sometimes I think she just wants attention, that she likes feeling desired by a twenty-something with a six-pack. But when she texts me at 2 in the morning, telling me she’s in the bathroom masturbating with a dildo thinking about my cock, all the anger goes away. I just want to wreck that mature pussy until she can’t walk, leave my cum inside her, and make her remember why she went after a young guy like me. The wait might be shit, but her audio messages moaning my name are worth every damn jerk-off session.