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My daughter Sarah (19) and I lived in a small two-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of town. It wasn’t much, but it was ours. After my divorce from Jack, I swore off serious relationships. But that didn’t stop me from indulging in the occasional fling here and there. It was just enough to scratch the itch without getting too attached. Sarah never seemed to mind, as long as I was happy.

Sarah had been seeing Peter (21) for six months now, and from time to time he would stay overnight. I couldn’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable those days, as if there was a stranger in my own home. But I respected my daughter’s wishes and tried to keep the peace. Despite my reservations about their relationship, Sarah seemed happy with him and that was all that really mattered to me.

I had been looking forward to tonight for days. One of my lovers was coming over and I wanted everything to be perfect. I lit some candles and put on some soft music, creating an intimate atmosphere in the bedroom. Then I opened my lingerie drawer, searching for just the right outfit.

My eyes landed on a gorgeous black lace negligee that I had bought on a whim a few weeks ago. It was sheer and delicate, with intricate floral patterns that left little to the imagination. I slipped it on, admiring how it hugged my curves and accentuated my assets.

Unfortunately, he called me at 11pm. Something came up and he couldn’t make it after all. I was frustrated and went to the kitchen to get some water. That’s when I saw him. Peter was sitting there in his boxers, scrolling through his phone. My heart raced as I realized I had forgotten he was staying over tonight.

I tried to cover myself with my robe, but it was too late. Peter had already seen me in all my lacy glory. He looked up and our eyes met for a moment before he quickly looked away, clearly embarrassed. I didn’t know what to do or say, so I just grabbed my water and hurried back to my room.

As I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to calm down, as I felt embarrassed because Peter had seen me in my lingerie, I realized that I had left my phone in the kitchen.

Opening my bedroom door, I saw Peter standing there with my phone in his hand. He looked up at me and we locked eyes for a moment before he spoke.
“You forgot this in the kitchen,” he said, holding out the phone for me to take.

The candle light from my bedroom created mysterious shadows, illuminating Peter’s chiseled abs and toned arms. He had clearly been working out and it showed in every inch of his body. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of desire as I took in the sight before me. But just as quickly as the feeling came, it was gone. This was Sarah’s boyfriend, after all, and I couldn’t let myself get too attached.

He gazed at my body, taking in every inch of the black lace negligee that clung to me like a second skin. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

As I reached for the phone from his hand, he came closer, closing the gap between us. Our eyes locked as he placed a hand on my hips, sending shivers down my spine. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t withstand his touch.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, his lips grazing my skin. My heart raced as I felt his hands move up my sides, pulling me closer to him.

I knew I should push him away, but all rational wondered had left me. In that moment, all that mattered was the intense desire coursing through my veins.

Our bodies pressed together as we kissed deeply, exploring each other with a hunger that could not be denied. It was wrong on so many levels, but in that moment it felt right.

He gently pushed me inside and closed the door behind him. I was worried about Sarah catching us, but he seemed to notice my worry.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered as he pulled me close. “She’s asleep, we won’t wake her.”
I nodded, still feeling uneasy about the situation.
He took my hand and led me to the bed, laying me down gently before climbing on top of me. Our bodies pressed together as we kissed deeply.

But even in the heat of the moment, I couldn’t shake off the guilt and fear that consumed me. What if Sarah found out? What would she think?
As if reading my thoughts, Peter paused for a moment and looked into my eyes.
“Don’t worry about her,” he said softly. “Just focus on us.”
And with those words, all rational wondered vanished once again as we gave in to our desires.

I couldn’t withstand his touch as he stroked my black lace negligee. “Do you like it?” I asked, hoping for some validation.
He looked up at me, a smirk playing on his lips. “I like it a lot,” he said, his eyes flickering with desire.

A twinge of excitement shot through me as I basked in his attention. He reached out and pulled me closer to him, his hands roaming over my body.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
In that moment, I forgot all about Sarah and any guilt that might come with what we were doing.

I moaned as he kissed his way up my legs, his lips leaving a trail of fire on my skin. I couldn’t help but arch my back as he pulled the fabric apart and buried his face between my legs. The sensation was overwhelming as he expertly worked his tongue, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me. I didn’t care about anything else in that moment except for the intense pleasure he was giving me.

As he came closer for a kiss, I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock, feeling the throbbing veins pulsing against my skin. He groaned as I stroked him, his eyes locked onto mine with a fierce intensity.

“What a beast,” I wondered to myself, feeling a surge of desire wash over me. Sarah was lucky to have him, but in that moment he was all mine.

He leaned down and kissed me deeply, his hands roaming over my body once again. I couldn’t get enough of him – his touch, his taste, his scent – it was all so intoxicating.

All I could think of is I needed his cock in my mouth. He seemed to read my mind, pulling away from me and rolling to the side. Without a word, he positioned himself so that his hard length was right in front of my face.

I wasted no time, eagerly taking him into my mouth. His moans filled the room as I worked my tongue around his shaft, teasing him with every lick and suck.
I felt powerful and in control as he writhed beneath me, completely at my mercy.
“Do you like it?” I asked, hoping for some validation.
He looked up at me, his eyes filled with desire. “I’ve never felt anything so intense,” he responded.

A twinge of excitement shot through me as I basked in his words. I redoubled my efforts, taking him deeper into my mouth. I wanted to make him feel things he’d never felt before, to drive him wild with desire.

He moaned louder and his hands gripped the sheets as I continued to pleasure him. The intensity of his reactions only fueled my own lust, and I became more and more determined to bring him to the brink.

I needed him inside me, to feel that hard cock filling me up completely, and so I stopped, pulling away from him and climbing on top of him. He watched me with a hunger in his eyes as I positioned myself above him.

With a deep breath, I lowered myself onto him, gasping at the feeling of his hardness stretching me open. His hands gripped my hips firmly as I began to move, riding him hard and fast.

The pleasure was overwhelming as he thrust up into me, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Sweat dripped down my forehead as I lost myself in the moment, every sensation heightened by the intensity of our connection.

His moans grew louder as we moved faster and harder, both of us lost in the sheer ecstasy of it all. Nothing else mattered except for this moment – this primal act of passion between two people who were meant to be together.

I felt my orgasm building within me, growing stronger and more intense with each passing second. And then it hit me like a tidal wave, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.

He followed soon after, his own release exploding within me as we collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and sweat.

As we lay there catching our breaths for a few minutes, I turned to him and asked if he wanted to go again. He looked at me with a mix of exhaustion and desire.

“I don’t know if I can keep up with you,” he chuckled.

I smirked, feeling my confidence grow. “Oh, I think you can,” I said, climbing on top of him once more.

We spent the next hour lost in each other, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies with a passion that left us both breathless. It was an experience that would stay with me forever – a memory of raw, unbridled pleasure that made me feel alive like nothing else ever had before.

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xoxo Nathalia

NSFW: yes

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