Redhead Widow

My Story Time:

Okay, besties, let me spill some piping hot tea. Picture this: I’m Mari, 60-something, tall, slim, red hair, still got the glow up, AF. I’m driving this shy 21-year-old church boy, Art, home from the camp cleanup. The vibe was totally platonic until we’re alone in my car, and I see him fidgeting, all nervous. It was giving me main character energy, ngl.

So I pulled over on this deserted country road, turned to him, and was like, “Art, honey, you look tense.” My hand went right to his thigh, and I felt him jump. He was blushing so hard. I leaned in and whispered, “Let me help you relax.” I undid his jeans, and OMG, his dick was already so hard. I took him in my mouth, and he was moaning, “Mrs. Mari, oh god…” I came up for air and said, “Call me mommy.” Then I hiked up my sundress, no panties, and climbed onto his lap, guiding his cock right into my wet pussy. I rode him slow at first, then faster, my tits bouncing, and I was so loud, gasping, “Yes, baby, just like that.” He came inside me, shaking, and I swear, I’ve never felt so alive. Sheesh. No cap, that boy unlocked a new kink. Period.