Fucked my bestfriend mom 2

I left Vanessa’s bedroom on unsteady legs, cum still warm inside her, the taste of her kiss lingering on my lips. My heart hadn’t stopped racing. I splashed cold water on my face in the actual bathroom this time, stared at my reflection flushed, eyes too bright and tried to act like I hadn’t just fucked my best friend’s mom senseless.

Downstairs, Riley was still hunched over her calculus book, earbuds in, oblivious. She looked up when I dropped into the chair beside her.

“Took you long enough,” she teased, popping out one bud.

“Thought you fell in.“

I forced a laugh. “Got lost. Your house is a maze.”

We dove into integrals, but my mind was upstairs replaying the way Vanessa’s body had clenched around me, the sound of her moans, the promise in her eyes when she said she wasn’t done.

Twenty minutes in, my phone buzzed on the table.

A text from an unknown number.

Kitchen. Now. Don’t make me wait.

I knew who it was. My cock stirred instantly.

I glanced at Riley. “Need more water. Want anything?”

She shook her head, already scribbling an equation. “I’m good.”

I walked casually to the kitchen like I wasn’t throbbing again, like I wasn’t about to do something insane.

Vanessa was waiting.

She stood at the island counter in a thin white sundress that hadn’t been there earlier no bra, nipples visible through the fabric, hem barely skimming mid-thigh. Her hair was pulled into a messy knot, a few blonde strands loose around her face. She looked freshly fucked and still hungry.

The second I stepped into the room, she set down the coffee mug she’d been holding and crooked a finger.

“Come here.”

I crossed the space in three strides. She met me halfway, hands sliding up my chest, pulling me down into a deep, filthy kiss tongue stroking mine, tasting like coffee and want. I groaned into her mouth, hands dropping to grip her ass hard through the dress.

She broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Riley’s twenty feet away. We have to be quick. And quiet.”

Then she turned, bent over the marble counter, and flipped the sundress up over her hips.

No panties.

Her pussy was still swollen from earlier, glistening with fresh arousal and the faint shine of my cum that hadn’t all leaked out yet. The sight punched the air from my lungs.

I didn’t hesitate.

I shoved my shorts down just enough, gripped my cock already rock-hard—and lined up. One smooth thrust and I was buried inside her again, hotter and wetter than before.

Vanessa bit her lip to stifle a moan, hands bracing on the counter, back arching to take me deeper. I started moving fast, hard, controlled strokes that made her ass ripple against my hips.

The kitchen was open to the dining room. Riley sat with her back to us, earbuds in, focused on her notebook. If she turned around…

The risk made it hotter.

I leaned over Vanessa, one hand sliding up to cup her breast through the dress, pinching her nipple hard. The other gripped her hip, pulling her back onto me with every thrust.

Wet sounds filled the space soft but unmistakable if anyone listened.

Vanessa pushed back greedily, meeting every stroke, her breath coming in sharp little pants she tried to hide. I felt her walls flutter around me already she was close.

I slid my hand from her breast to her throat, pulling her upright against my chest. My thumb pressed lightly under her jaw, tilting her head back so I could growl into her ear.

“You love this, don’t you?” I whispered, voice rough. “Getting fucked in your kitchen while your daughter’s right there.”

She whimpered soft, desperate and nodded, pussy clenching hard around me.

I sped up short, brutal thrusts that ground against her G-spot. My free hand slipped between her legs, fingers finding her clit and rubbing tight circles.

Vanessa’s whole body tensed. She bit down on her own forearm to muffle the cry as she came—hard, fast, pussy spasming around my cock, squirting a little onto my fingers and the floor beneath us.

The feeling of her milking me pushed me over.

I buried deep and let go pumping another thick load inside her, hips jerking with every spurt. Vanessa trembled against me, taking it all, inner walls fluttering like she wanted to keep every drop.

We stayed locked like that for a few breathless seconds—me pressed against her back, cock still pulsing, her body shaking with aftershocks.

Finally, I pulled out slow. Cum immediately leaked down her thighs in a thick trail. Vanessa stayed bent over a moment longer, catching her breath, then straightened and smoothed her dress down like nothing had happened.

She turned, cupped my face, and kissed me once more soft this time, almost tender.

“Go back to Riley,” she murmured against my lips, eyes sparkling.

“But save some for later.”

I tucked myself away, grabbed a glass of water for cover, and walked back to the dining room on legs that felt like jelly.

Riley glanced up as I sat down.

“You okay? You look… flushed.”

I forced a grin, heart still pounding.

“Just hot in here.”

She shrugged and went back to her notes.

Upstairs, I heard the faint sound of the shower starting.

I adjusted myself under the table and tried to focus on calculus.

But all I could think about was how many more times I could have Vanessa before the day ended and whether Riley would ever find out.