Consensual non consensual with my best friends mom (M/18) (F/48)

A couple years back after graduating highschool, I found my best friends mom on social media sex site called fet life. Even though her face was blurred out of every single one of her photos, I recognized some of the pictures from her Facebook. When I went on to read her bio, it confirmed everything else. She had recently gotten divorced from her husband just a year prior and only had 1 son who was away at college. As I kept reading her profile, I stumbled upon the list of fetishes she was into. In total, she was into 88 different fetishes and had another 46 she was curious about. One of those fetishs stood out amongst the rest. That being consensual non consensual. 35 of the 43 short stories she had written on her profile involved CNC and her getting man handled. It was kind of ironic that’s what she was into considering she could probably beat up the average male who didn’t train or workout. Matt’s mom was basically known in our town as a workout junky and even taught yoga, boxing, and self defenses classes throughout the entire week. Finding out this entire time she’s had a huge kink for being dominated and submitted was kind of crazy.

After spending hours reading Matt’s mom’s profile, I felt like I struck a gold mine. I basically had a blue print on how to go about making this fantasy a reality. What gave me the most confidence is that she wrote in her bio that she was specifically looking for younger guys ages 18-22. All I had to do now was find a way to be invited into her house. My best bet was going on walks during the weekends around our neighborhood. That’s when she usually does her gardening and I figured maybe I can catch her outside and strike a convo. So that up coming weekend I did exactly that. Saturday I had no luck but when Sunday came around, my luck changed. Seeing her in her tight jean shorts and white tank top made me want to fuck her right then and there. At that point it hit me like a freight train that I would never be able to look at Matt’s mom the same way ever again. All these years I’ve known her I would have never guessed all these kinks and fetishes she was into. As I approached and made small talk with her, she informed me she was going to need some help moving some old furniture out of the basement into the garage. She was going to wait until Matt came home for break but I told her I could help her out anytime during the week. She asked if I could swing by Thursday after her yoga class around 730pm. I agreed and told her I would call before I head over.

The jitters started to really hit me Thursday morning. All I could think about was being alone with Matt’s mom later that day and it was making me so damn horny. I spent that entire morning back on her fet life profile just to re read everything one more time. By the time I was finished, it was 530 and I started to get ready. At 630, Matt’s mom called me and told me she was going to be home around 710pm and I could head over anytime after that. I got to her place at exactly 710pm as she was pulling into her driveway. Seeing her hop out of her car with her black yoga pants and tight black sweater already started putting me in the mood. She gave me her typical “hi hun” followed by a hug and kiss on the cheek. As we walked in through the garage, she told me I could get started and she’d be down there in a couple of minutes. There really wasn’t much to move out but it was going to be pretty heavy getting it upstairs. As I began pulling everything out of the room, I heard Matt’s mom coming down the stairs. She had changed into a big over sized t shirt and some knee high black and white stripped socks.

It only took us about 40 minutes in total to move everything from the basement to the garage. The entire time I couldn’t stop thinking about lifting up her shirt and fucking her right then and there. I was deep in thought when she asked me if I wanted to stay for some pizza. I snapped out of it and told her pizza was fine before she hopped on the phone to order it. As she walked over to the living room couch, everything in me told me that now was the time. My dick began to grow rapidly as my heart began to pound a million miles per hour. I kept telling myself that the moment she hangs up the phone, I’m going in and I did just that. As soon as she ended the call, I pushed the top half of her body over the couch so she was bent over. I lifted her shirt up and to my surprise, she was only wearing a black thong. She let out a couple of moans before asking me what I was doing. I didn’t respond and instead grabbed her pussy and began rubbing it. “Honey please don’t do this please stop” she spoke in between all of her moans. She didn’t even try to fight back which to me was a clear indication that she was all for this. By the time I pulled my dick out, her thong was soaking wet. I kept thinking about how in every single one of her stories, she mentioned being picked up, slammed up against the wall, being chocked with one hand while being fucked as hard as possible.

As I began to slide it in her soaking wet pussy, she cried out one last time for me to please stop. I told her to shut up as I turned her around and picked her up off the couch. I slammed her up against the wall as I wrapped my hand around her throat. Before I could even stick my dick inside of her, she began to shake uncontrollably as her pussy became an open faucet. Hearing her juices hit her hard wood floor made my dick flail around. I wasted no more time and stuck it inside of her as deep as I could. I had to make sure my feet were planted firmly since the floor was riddled with her moisture. Once I felt like I had a good grip and balance, I went to town pounding her pussy as hard and as fast as I could. Her legs began to shake again. She was barely making any sense as she tried to talk but no words were coming out of her mouth. I only lasted about 50 seconds before I began to explode inside of her. As I filled her up with my cum, her body went limp one more time and I basically had to pick up all her dead weight. When I was done, I put her down where she had soaked the floor. As she laid in a pool of her own moisture, she stared at me seductively taking it all in. She clearly loved every second of it as did I.