This story happened 10-12 years ago and it is a completely real in every detail.
Therefore, I will try to enrich the story with both details and summarize it as much as possible. If it's been a long post, I'm sorry in advance.
(sorry for my english if its not good enough, its not my mother tongue)
I have been following this forum since the old version. Because the idea of married women with children having sex with someone other than their husbands has always fascinated me since childhood, and this idea has adorned my fantasies, especially about the mothers of my friends, in my teenage years. I've also done dirty and childish things, such as cum on their underwear and putting it back in the basket. When I went into their bathroom, I saw their bras and panties around there many times and even stole some of them. But in my teenage years, there was never anything become real about it.
This story about the mother of one of my best friends, let's call her Nadia. ( of course, this is a nickname, but his real name also looks like this)
She was about 55 years old when this story happened. She was an outwardly open, energetic, positive and mother of 2 boys, wife of a soldier, elegant married woman.
She was a very stylish and elegant woman with her clothes, who always took care of her personal care ( she is now 65 years old, but I would still say so)
a milf who looks exactly fit and sexy. She was a great woman with a long height, long legs, great-looking breasts and a butt. From this perspective, seeing around, or so I'm 100% sure. I'd say she looks like one of the pornstars, Emma Starr, as a type.
Since we also met as a family (she is also a friend of my mother), she was a woman I saw and admired very often at home. I've seen the thong panty she wears in white pants many times. I've seen her tits downblouse a lot of times. It would make me incredibly horny and I would masturbate many times while thinking about her.
Once a time, we all went to the pool together as a family, and it was the first time I saw her in a bikini there. Even seeing her in a bikini was a great situation in itself, but seeing her in a “sexy” bikini blew my mind. Her tits were almost out enough to overflow, and the back of the bikini also showed the sides of her butt more than usual. I was trying to make it clear that my friend was there too, but I had looked at her enough to put the entire view in my memory.
And then years past and we started university.
My girlfriend at that time also lived in the same apartment as my friend (and Nadia). They were very beautiful years with a close and warm neighborly relationship. Then one day my girlfriend at that time told me that Nadia had a boyfriend and they met at her aunt's shop in the mall. She even told me the guy's name. I was out of my mind when I heard that. The woman of my dreams, the beloved mother of one of my best friends, was cheating on her husband. I tried to ask my girlfriend questions and get information without making it clear that I was very interested in the subject. That's what she knew in a nutshell. She also once told me that they went together to his aunt's summer house and met there. It was at this point that I realized that it was not a rumor, 100% truth.
After that, about 3-4 years had passed since this issue.
it was the year around 2011. I found out that Nadia uses msn messenger and added that I thought maybe we could chat with her. Of course, because she knows who is me so all conversations was like that, hi, how are you doing, are you okay ..etc we've never had a chance to have a conversation about other things. However, this incident had rekindled my fantasies about her. Since I also knew that she was a mother who cheated on her husband in the past, I wanted to be able to talk to her about these issues, and although it was very embarrassing now, I opened a fake email account and wrote her an email. Of course, I didn't give my name in my e-mail, but I said that I was someone from the neighborhood, that she actually knew me, but I chose this path because I didn't have the courage to tell her my real identity, that I had admired her for years, that I had always been very impressed with her, even though I knew it was wrong, and that I had ejaculated on her panties.
I told her that I knew her story of cheating on her husband in the past and that I appreciated her.
(i mentioned her boyfriend's name to show that I know). then she replied and asked who I was, giving me another msn address. she said she wanted to keep talking from there. Apparently, she was chatting on msn with another account. I added it right away. And then we started talking. I said I couldn't tell you who I was, but she told me my name. I was extremely scared and thought that she would tell his family and even my family about the situation. At first I denied it, but after talking a little more, I believed that there was no risk. After that, I confessed my identity and said that I had liked her a lot for many years. I remember being very embarrassed about it, but I'm not guilty of it because she's one of the most beautiful women in the world, I was babbling things like you're so beautiful. Then we continued to talk on msn, during which time I was constantly receiving compliments and our conversation had progressed a little. I had gone so far as to tell her about my fantasies about her, but I also went so far as measuring her reaction. she wasn't overreacting, she was laughing, saying things that made it clear that she was enjoying it. But every time she kept calling me “my son”, telling me that it wasn't real, that it seemed to me.
From the lingerie models and colors she liked, to her stories about men who had tried to harass her in the past, our conversation continued. I continued this with incredible determination for about 1 year, I can never convince her to spend time together, but we were continuing to chat on msn messenger with her son's friend about what might be called “inappropriate” issues. I was asking her questions about her sex life, asking her about issues in the bedroom with her husband, and she was telling me. She says that she almost never had sex with her husband, but every time she said that she was mysteriously self-sufficient. I was telling her that I wanted to give her a massage, that I wanted to dress her up by sending her some sexy dresses. She found out that her favorite color of underwear was yellow, I sent her models of yellow underwear and told her that I wanted to buy them for her, she comments on panties and bras, but she never accepted me to buy gifts. Every day we talked, I was asking her what she was wearing today, and she was telling me her color and what kind of model she was. But she was never convinced to send a photo of herself in her underwear. only once did she send a photo from the beach with a bikini that was red and showed a lot of her breasts.
I've been asking her a lot of questions about mens to tell her about their relationships. she also told me about it sometimes and sometimes she asked some questions on me about my sexual life with my girls..etc
she said that her relationship with a lover had lasted a long time and that she still could not forget him. When I asked her what he was like, she said he was a rude and macho guy and that she liked these types. I ask her, how was start and what happened. She said that her boyfriend asked her to make him favorite meal on him house and invited her to his house, and when they went home, she said that he hugged her from behind while she was preparing it in the kitchen and took her to bed. when I asked her what she was wearing, she said that a long skirt and a blouse on. Lifting up the skirt, he began to touch her from behind to her. I ask deeply questions and I remember she likes to give some details about their fuck sessions and guys who chatting with her guys on internet..etc
Another story is that the boy who works in one of the shops where she shops must have been encouraged by the fact that she was a warm-blooded person who called her to the back of the store saying that he wanted to show her something and said that he was thinking about her by taking out his dick and constantly masturbating. Nadia reacted and left there and never went there again.
She told a lot of stories of harassment from one of her family members, some of her husband's friends, some guys on public transport and so on. I already knew that she was a woman who received a lot of attention from her surroundings, but it was great that she told me these stories. Sometimes I would send her some photos on Facebook and tell her how nice she looked and how beautiful she was. I sent one of them the outfit that she wore on her son’s wedding (one of my closest friends). I even told her how stylish she was that day, she reminded me. And that day you complimented me, and I already understood that she said that you were attracted to me, and she added, she said, you know, I didn't wear panty that day.
I'm sorry if the story turned out to be disconnected, because I tried to summarize an intense conversation that lasted about 1 year.
After that, unfortunately, communication gradually decreased.
Unfortunately, we have never met alone, she has never accepted this. but we talked about all these dirty things for about 1 year. Nowadays, I still try to follow her on social media from time to time, especially the things she shares after her mother's death are always sad and related to maternal longing.
I think she's a great woman. I admire her and respect being believed.
