I had sex with my neighbor's mom in her living room

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“I have always considered myself to be a responsible and level-headed individual. I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined that I would find myself in such a situation.

Mrs. Mary moved in next door a few months ago. She was a single mother who had recently divorced her husband and was living alone with her son, who is a friend of mine, and we attend the same university together.

I won’t lie; Mrs. Mary is a stunning woman in her late 40s. She has long auburn hair with a fit and curvaceous figure that could give erections from miles. I’m only 19 years old, but my s*xual urges come like a wave.

At first, our interactions were limited to the occasional greetings and small talks. I noticed the way she looks at me each time I go over to her house to visit her son.

I often caught her staring at me, but I just assumed she was in deep thought or something. I was definitely too young for Mrs. Mary, so I never thought a day will when things will happen.

However, as time went by, we weren’t only exchanging greetings; we started engaging in longer conversations, and I became drawn towards her. She is one sweet old lady, funny, and always offers me food whenever I visit.

One afternoon, I was a little sick and couldn’t go to school. I slept all morning, so when I woke up that afternoon, I was bored. So, I decided to step out on the balcony for a little stretch.

When I got outside, I noticed Mrs. Mary moving around in her house through her window. I wanted to go and say Hi, but I decided it wasn’t necessary. Until I heard a faint cry coming from inside the apartment. I quickly rushed in, concerned. I pushed open the door and called out Mrs. Mary’s name.

To my surprise, I found her lying on the living room floor, crying. She explained to me that she had fallen and twisted her ankle while trying to arrange the house. Without thinking, I rushed to help her and carried her to the couch. She was wearing a dark gown, and half of her full bre*st and sexy big laps were exposed, but I was focused on helping her up.

So, I sat her down. She wrapped her arms around my neck, thanking me for my help. I could feel a rush of adrenaline as her soft curves pressed against my body.

I had never felt such a sensation before, except when I was watching adult content. Anyway, while I was tending to her ankle, she started talking about how lonely she had been since her divorce and how she longed for some companionship.

She then looked at me with a seductive smile and asked me if I could stay and keep her company for a while. I obliged, thinking it would be rude to leave her alone in her time of need.

We talked for a few hours in the living room, sharing personal stories and getting to know each other better. She even gave me a drink, and we continued our conversation over a few glasses.

What started as a simple gesture of kindness quickly turned into a day I would never forget.

Mrs. Mary started asking me some intimate questions, inquiring if I had a girlfriend or if I’d ever had intimate relations before.

I was kind of confused and speechless. Then, she tapped my left shoulder and said, ‘You can trust me, dear.’ Her fully grown breasts were dancing in front of me; I think she was intentionally shaking them.

I was looking directly into her breasts, and she wasn’t moving or trying to cover up. Instead, she was rubbing my shoulder and telling me that I can trust her.

When I told her that I was still a virgin but I do masturbate, she was like, ‘Wow, a cute, handsome man like you?’ I said yes. Then, she said, ‘I can teach you some moves if you like,’ and that was it.

Mrs. Mary leaned closer, whispering in my ear, and running her hand up and down my legs. Everything was happening so fast, and before I knew it, she was kissing me. The malaria and typhoid I had disappeared.

I was overwhelmed with a mix of excitement and guilt, but I couldn’t resist her advances. I kept praying that her son doesn’t walk in on us.

It’s got so serious. she was mo*ning and hmming while kissing me. After a while, she started to unbutton my shirt, her hands were running around my body.

I was hesitant at first, knowing she was my friend’s mother, but my desires took over. We were still sitting on the couch in the living room while all this was happening. All her movements was to get me horny.

My d*ck was already charged in my shorts. It was just standing by and waiting for attention. Then, she moved her hands downwards and dragged my d*ck out. It was craze! She began to stroke my d*ck while we still k*ss. I was sitting comfortable on the couch and enjoying the sweet pleasant afternoon.

I was in the moment, completely forgotten about the consequences if i get caught. It was like a dream come true for me, but little did I know, things were about to get Worse.Anyway, she got tired of so fcking my lips. So, she went down and insert my d*ck into her mouth.

She sucked the hell out of my d*ck! Going up and down, and fast. I didn't know when I held her head and began to stroke my d*ck with it.

After some minutes, I came on her face and she jumped up and went to the bathroom to washed up. Mrs. Mary was a very bad girl that afternoon.

She gave me another drink and while we were having another another naughty conversation, she noticed my d*ck charged so she sat on my laps on the couch. insert my d*ck into her and began to ride my c*ck like a G-wagon.

She was grinding those big a$$ on me. Her bo*bs was right in front of me so i grabbed one to suck while squeezing the other. She whine on me slowly. It felt really good.

She came few minutes in and so did I. I went back home that day a happy man, but little did I know what was coming. The next day, I met her son in school and. The vibe he was giving me was totally off. He looked rather pissed and each time I try to ask him what was wrong, he’ll push me away.

He must have somehow seen his mom muching me on the couch. I was planning to set up an apology to him. but before i could, I received a call from Mrs. Mary, asking me to meet her at a nearby shop. I could sense a hint of Worry in her voice, and it made anxious…

When I arrived there, she handed me a letter, explaining that it was a legal notice from her son, accusing me of taking advantage of his mother.

I was shocked and devastated. He submitted the report to the police. I begged Mrs. Mary to tell her son the truth and try to make him understand. She said she’ll do her best.

In the coming days, I was questioned by the police, and the situation became a scandal in our neighborhood. My family and friends were shocked, and my reputation was tarnished. Everyone in the neighborhood now looks at me differently. I mostly walk around in shame.

I regret my actions and the consequences they brought. I never meant to harm anyone, but my lack of judgment and the inability to resist temptation led me down this awful path. It was a lesson that I learned the hard way.

But a few weeks later, Mrs. Mary called me and was acting nice and sweet all over again.

I know where she was driving to. She has missed me, and to be honest, even with all the things I went through because of our last incident, I missed that old lady as well and was horny for it.

We would probably go another round in the nearest future. She apologized to me and assured me that she would be careful this time, and foolishly, I accepted again. I couldn’t help it, honestly.

I do see her around the neighborhood and imagine myself with her. I often masturbate while thinking about her. I wished I was old enough to get married.

Can’t believe I have fallen in love with my 40-year-old neighbor, and I don’t know how to tell her son. If I manage to tell them, I will let you know the outcome. Keep me anonymous. Thanks.”

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