<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. Names are placeholders!<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">If interested or unsure, please send me a PM first!</span><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....<br/><br/>=-=-=<br/><br/>Mrs. Smith was anxious, preparing for her first real date in years. She was deciding on a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F2f%2Fbe%2F74%2F2fbe749d0c1630e94d488931b4fe1a0e.jpg&amp;hash=711660e42469730afc19bdaa25b45b64" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2f/be/74/2fbe749d0c1630e94d488931b4fe1a0e.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> dress</a>, knowing that if she wanted to get laid at the end of the night, she had to dress to inspire. But it had been forever since she had dated and it all made her nervous.<br/><br/>Andrew had noticed her anxiety and as Sarah and the other couple that was over settled down to watch a movie, he made his way upstairs to check on Mrs. Smith and to reassure her. The door was ajar and he spent a few moments spying on her, admiring her body with out her aware of his presence, before knocking on the door.<br/><br/>"Mrs. Smith...are you in there?" He calls out softly.