<b>Information: </b>An older, single mother has an affair with her daughters friend.<br/><b>Looking for: </b>The Older, Single Mother (40+), multi-para poster. PM if curious/questions.<br/><b><u>All characters are 18+</u></b><br/><br/>How did it come to this? That was the thought in Andrews head as he thrust into Mrs. Smith. She was bent over her bed, her own panties stuffed in her mouth to keep her from moaning too loudly. Her skirt was hitched up around her waist. Andrews jeans were down around his ankles, his buttocks clenching together with every thrust he made into Mrs. Smith's pussy. They were in her bedroom, of course, the door cracked open so they could hear anyone coming up the stairs. He held her arms by her elbows, her arms extending behind her to put more weight on his cock where it thrust into her pussy. "Oh yeah...I'm gonna cum real soon." He moans down to her.<br/><br/>It was how they fucked, sneaking around whenever he came over to hang out with Sarah (her daughter) and friends. At 21 years old, Andrew had known Sarah and her single mother for years. They were close friends - had even had sex once but decided they were better friends despite how good it had been - and since he lived in the same town, he was a frequent visitor even when Sarah wasn't home. Especially now that he was secretly 'dating' her mother. He had free reign in the house and the girls never seemed to mind him disappearing for half an hour or more.<br/><br/>He had always been cordial with Mrs Smith, giving her his attention whenever he was over. He'd had plenty of conversations with her and the flirting had started. He always hugged her tightly, bringing her body closely against his own, hands  roaming to the point of being nearly inappropriate. She had gone through a bitter divorce, so he knew she liked the small things like that of course. Over the years, their bond had grown deeper and stronger.<br/><br/>And how had it come to this, sneaking around behind her daughters back to have sex with each other? Well, it had happened that one, specific night where Mrs. Smith was anxious, having finally put herself out there on a dating sight. Andrew and a few other college friends were over and he had noticed her anxiety, her pacing. The lingerie had been the easy part for her to pick out of course - that itch she had been feeling was finally going to get scratched and she was going to have sex with a new man for the first time in over 20 years. But what dress to wear?<br/><br/>Andrew had gone upstairs to check on her, having noticed the hour, and was more than happy to help her decide on a dress. He had made a move on her then and despite her initial hesitancy, she gave in. He soon had her on her back, legs spread as he plowed into her for the first time. He made love to her for the very first time as her daughter and his friends were downstairs watching a movie. And it was only the first of many time.