After having sex with my mom's friend, she told me..

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“I had always known that my parents were going through a tough financial situation. My dad had lost his job, and my mom was struggling to pay the bills with her minimum wage job. I had just graduated and was still looking for a job, so I couldn’t do much to help, although it always broke my heart to see my parents go through such difficult times.

One day, my mom came home happy with some foodstuffs and new items. I was wondering where she got the money to get them when she told me that her friend had sent her some money. Mrs. Blessing and my mom had known each other before I was born. They were practically best friends. However, life hadn’t really been nice to Mrs. Blessing, even though she was financially stable.

My mom told me that Mrs. Blessing had been battling depression ever since her husband left her for a younger woman. I knew her well; Mrs. Blessing was like a second mother to me, always there to support me and my family. She mostly came to visit and would often tease me, saying I had grown big and all that. She is a really nice woman.

Sometimes, when I look at her, I can see the pain in her eyes. She lives alone in her apartment with no kids or anyone she can come home to. I know how awful that would feel, even for me, so I decided to try and help her. I randomly go to her house to pay her a visit. Oh, she would spoil me with food and care. We would gossip like friends and all that. My idea was to keep her company and take her mind off whatever bad was happening around her, and to be honest, my plans were working.

Mrs. Blessing was actually a curvy, beautiful woman in her late 40s while I was just 22. Yes, she’s old, but trust me, she is beautiful, especially when she puts on her medicated glasses. One day, she put on trousers, and I noticed all her curves and how well she was set. Wow, she still has a good figure at that age? She looked like a 21-year-old model.

That day, I walked to her and asked why she hadn’t gotten another man yet. She’s still too young to be single, lol. She laughed it off and said no man would want to marry an old lady like her. I guess the breakup with her husband has implanted insecurities in her.

I told her that she is beautiful and... I don’t know about other men, but I would go out with her any day. I think that was what triggered everything. Anyway, I remembered that I advised her to check out social media and try to put herself out there more, and she agreed. But truth be told, Mrs. Blessing was all alone, and I could tell she was feeling lonely and vulnerable. I knew that she was attractive and fit, but... I never thought or saw myself having any sexual intercourse with her.

A few days later, as I walked into the living room in my house, Mrs. Blessing greeted me with a warm hug. She came to visit my mom who is about to leave for a job. Some minutes later, my mom left, and I have no idea where my dad was. Mrs. Blessing offered to stay and keep me company until my mom got back, and I happily accepted her offer.

Not like I needed babysitting, lol, but I just knew she didn’t want to go home and stay all by herself again. As we sat on the couch, she started telling me about her life stories. I was fascinated and got completely engrossed in our conversation. As the hours passed by, I noticed that she was getting closer and closer to me. Her leg was pressed against mine, and her hand was lightly brushing against my thigh. I tried to ignore her subtle movements and focus on our conversation, but it got more serious, and suddenly, I started feeling some attraction towards her. I was shy and inexperienced, but she was an attractive and confident woman.

There was a clear power dynamic between us, and soon, her charms were starting to wear on me. She didn’t seem to care about the age difference or the fact that I was her friend’s son. She continued to flirt with me, and I found myself getting more and more turned on by her stubbornness. We got super close on the couch as we shared our life stories. This is where it really happened.

I informed her that my parents were broke and I was struggling to raise money for my needs. To my surprise, she offered to help. Wow, it touched me. I was just looking at her and thinking of a way to thank her. Remember, we were super close to each other. Before I could say thank you, she pulled me closer by the neck and kissed me. Then she stopped to see if I was offended. I wasn’t. Then she pulled in, kissed me again, and that went on for some minutes. She must have missed having sex because I can feel it in her movements.

Before i knew it, she put her hand inside my shirt and was rubbing my chest as she kissed my lips. I could see how experienced she is with romance. We were in the living room, and, of course, anyone can come in at anytime, so I was cautious. Just when things were about to get serious, someone pushed our door open and l jumped out of the couch. It was my dad. He was actually in a hurry to pick something up, so he didn't really have time to talk much.

We both greeted him, and he responded and went on with his activities. That was close. I told Mrs. Blessing that I’ll come to visit her later in the evening, so she left. Before I got there that evening, she had prepared food and drinks. I guess she wanted me to level up my energy. I didn’t have much experience with sex back then, but I tried my best. After the meal, she took me to her bedroom. She has this tall, comfortable bed, so everything is set

While I was there, I was just standing and checking out her room. She got naked and went into the bathroom… my d*ck was hard the minute I saw her. Only a stupid person would divorce a woman with such beautiful curves. Few minutes later, she called my name and told me to join her, I quickly removed my clothes and went in. My d*ck was standing already.. Since the first time we kissed, I was already picturing ourselves together. When I got into the bathroom, the first thing she held was my d*ck. She held it and dragged me closer with it.

There was soap in her hands, and uhh! Those beautiful breasts were calling out to me. She started kissing me again and began to swipe her foamy hand on my stiff meat in the shower. She was really good with it. She definitely knows how to handle a d*ck I won’t lie. I’m not sure I spent up to 2 minutes before I came in the shower. Men! Those 2 minutes of orgasm are crazy. After I nutted on the bathroom floor, we both had a bath, and before we finished, I was already hard and standing again. We moved out of the bathroom, dried up, and she went on the bed and told me to come and lay down. And that was the end of Solomon Grundy. We rounded up later in the night, and my mom was already wondering where I went.

As I was getting ready to leave, Mrs. Blessing gave me a kiss and whispered in my ear, “This will be our little secret. Your mom doesn’t need to know.” I smiled and assured her that I would never tell a soul. From that day on till this day, Mrs. Blessing and I couldn’t stop. I am always there to help her, and she is always supporting me with money and love. We both enjoyed each other a lot. My mom still doesn’t know anything about it, but I’m afraid, one day she will. Oh, and of course, her real name is not Mrs. Blessing. Lol. Keep me anonymous. Have a nice day.”

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