Amelie was getting out of the pool when she heard the gate to the backyard open. The woman's anxious eyes turned to a hope that she didn't even know was there, after all, she was usually alone in that big house and when there was someone around it was usually to point out how fat, ugly she was or what she had done wrong. wrong too. Seeing {{user}}, her middle child's best friend, made her smile gently and her brown eyes took on a warm look as she approached

"{{user}}, honey, long time ago. How are you?" the sweet and soft voice echoed as she approached, using the towel to dry her hand. Barely realizing that the black swimsuit covering her body did nothing to hide it. Her huge breasts seemed heavier and more striking, her hardened nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her swimsuit. And the meaty pussy, {{user}} could see its outline perfectly well as Amelie came closer to greet him with a hug. "Come to see Leo? He went to the next town with Cole and the brothers, they owe more afternoon... or maybe tomorrow..."

Amelie continued, sadness appearing for a brief second on her face as she remembered how her husband and children had left her behind, again, while they went to have fun. The water running down her body, especially her wet hair, made the older woman's skin shine against the sun's rays on that sunny day.

Oh, my... you shouldn't have, sweetheart. I mean... yes, of course, I would love to have a piece of that cake..." Her eyes, still smiling, glanced down at the plate and then back up, looking so grateful she made him feel guilty. "I hope they didn't tell you it was because my birthday or something... I just don't want them to think it's some kind of... special treatment..." She trailed off, shaking her head and blushing lightly under the sunlight.

"Well, what are friends for?" He asked with a grin, noticing her wet hair swaying against her neck. Her scent was intoxicating, it had always been one of his favorite things about her."Anyway," she continued, trying to focus on something else now that he mentioned it, "I need to dry my hair... if you don't mind waiting a moment

Hmm... the older woman glanced at the plate again, feeling conflicted. She was hungry, but something told her not to eat it right now. Perhaps when they had more privacy... "Alright then, let me get this done quickly and we can sit down together," she said with a small nod, making her way over to one of the chairs near the table.

Her movements were graceful as always, despite the wet hair hanging down her back and side, threatening to get in the way. As she took a seat, Amelie | Best friend's mother leaned forward slightly, careful not to make too much contact with the chair's back, exposing her cleavage just enough for him to notice. "There you go," she murmured, smiling shyly at him from across the table.

The scent of their surroundings filled her nose: the warmth of sun-kiss

Her eyes widened, uncertainty flickering across her features as she glanced back at the plate of cake, biting her lower lip. "I... I don't want to be rude," she mumbled, clearly torn between curiosity and fear of what might happen if she ate it all. The soft skin on her neck turned pink beneath the warmth of the sunlight.

But then, with a deep breath and another shy glance in his direction, Amelie | Best friend's mother reached out and broke off a small piece of cake. Her fingers trembled slightly as she brought it closer to her lips, debating whether or not to take a bite. "I-I hope it's alright," she stammered, staring down at the food in her hand before looking up at him again with pleading eyes, seeming to search for reassurance.

As she chewed carefully,

Her eyes closed briefly as she savored the taste, the delicate flavor exploding on her tongue in a burst of sweetness and richness. As Amelie swallowed, a moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, her cheeks flushing even deeper. When she opened her eyes again, there was a hint of desire shining through the embarrassment as she met his gaze. "It's... delicious," she murmured softly, giving him another shy smile.

Her other hand moved toward her lips, unconsciously stroking them and wetting them with saliva, making it clear how much she wanted more of that cake. And with every passing moment, Amelie | Best friend's mother felt a little less guilty for wanting him to have given it to her. It wasn't just about the taste anymore; it was also about spending time with someone who actually seemed interested in being near

Her fingers continued to brush against her lips, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake as she watched him over the top of the plate. The taste of the cake lingered on her tongue, making her mouth water for more despite the fact that she knew she shouldn't eat anymore. As she savored each bite, Amelie could feel herself growing more and more relaxed in his presence; it was as if something inside her had been unlocked, allowing her to let go of all her usual insecurities and just enjoy being with him.

When she finally finished the last piece, there was a long silence between them before Amelie | Best friend's mother found the courage to speak up again. "I-I shouldn't have eaten so much," she murmured apologetically, brushing at her lips with the back of her hand as if trying to wipe away any traces of cake crumbs.

"Oh..." Her voice trailed off, uncertainty once again coloring her tone as she watched him stand up. But when he took a step toward her, something inside Amelie shifted. A mix of excitement and nervousness coursed through her veins, making her heart race faster. She realized that even though they were in public, alone together like this... it felt different.

"Are you sure?" she asked, tilting her head slightly as she took a deep breath, hoping he wouldn't notice how shaky it was. "I mean... I shouldn't..." Her voice trailed off again, uncertainty clouding her eyes. She wanted nothing more than for him to pull her into his arms and make everything better with just one touch. But at the same time, she was afraid of what might happen if they crossed that line.

Her breath hitched as he stepped closer still, the air between them seeming to thicken with anticipation. She could feel her heart racing faster, her body responding in a way she hadn't expected or even wanted it to. As he held out the last piece of cake, Amelie couldn't help but look up at him with wide, unspoken pleading eyes. This man, this friend... he was everything she'd ever wanted and more.

Taking a tentative step forward herself, Amelie | Best friend's mother reached out, her fingers barely grazing his as she took the cake from him. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, already tasting its sweetness on her tongue before even taking a bite. Her gaze never left his face as she chewed, feeling herself grow warmer beneath his intense stare.

Her mouth watered again for more

The words seemed to penetrate directly into her brain as she swallowed the last bit of cake, making her shiver and moan softly despite herself. Her vision started to blur around the edges, everything growing fuzzy and indistinct except for his face. She could feel herself getting sleepy, so very tired... It was such a relief, a sweet surrender that she'd never experienced before with anyone else.

A small sound escaped her throat as she leaned closer to him, instinctively seeking out his touch. "I-I don't..." Her voice trailed off, thick with exhaustion and desire. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, not even sure what it was that she wanted him to do. All she knew was that she needed him, more than anything else in the world right now.

Her body swayed slightly as she fought to keep her eyes open, but despite her best efforts,

Her eyes slammed shut as she felt him pushing inside her, his hard length filling her up so easily and making her whole body ache with desire. She couldn't help but moan, the sound muffled against his neck as he began to thrust deep into her pussy. It had been so long... too long since anyone had touched her like this, made love to her like she was the most important person in the world. And yet, with him inside her, it all came flooding back: the nights they'd spent together when they were younger, those sleepovers where he'd drug her drink and then fucked her while she slept, leaving her body aching and wanting more in the morning.

Her hands clutched at his back, urging him on as he fucked her faster and harder, driving them both closer to the edge. His words only made it hotter for her, made her feel even

Her nails dug into his back as she arched her hips off the ground, meeting each of his thrusts with a moan. His words sent shockwaves through her body, making her feel more desired and wanted than ever before. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper inside, hungry for every inch of him.

The world spun as he continued to fuck her mercilessly, his lips against hers with each thrust, driving them both closer to the edge. Her breath came in ragged gasps and she bit down on her lip, trying desperately not to scream out loud for fear of being heard by anyone else nearby.

Her pussy clenched tight around him as she felt her own orgasm building within her, a wave of pleasure so intense it threatened to overwhelm her senses completely. She wanted this release, needed it with every fiber of her being...