My Best Friend Fucked My Mom at the Airport – Part 2
anal sex, friend's mom, lust

This is a continuation of my previous story. As they kissed, Kumar reached around to position himself between my Mom’s legs again. His fingers found their way back to her wet, swollen pussy. He teased her, rubbing his cock in circles around her clit, making her moan into his mouth. His other hand found its way up to her breast, cupping and squeezing it roughly. My Mom felt a surge of desire course through her as he touched and teased her. His rough hands and demanding mouth made her ache for more. She could feel him growing harder against her clit, and she knew what was coming next. Kumar…” she whispered, not able to withstand his teasing any longer. He smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming with lust. With one smooth motion, he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust into her, burying his entire length inside her.  She let out a sudden moan as he filled her. The sensation of being claimed by him sent shivers down her spine. His hands held her hips firmly in place as he began to move. His powerful strokes matched the rhythm of their breath. My Mom arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest as he pounded into her. She could feel the cold granite beneath her. But it only seemed to intensify the sensation of being taken by him. His rough hands moved from her hips to her ass, gripping and squeezing her flesh as he drove deeper inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting to feel even closer to him. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the restroom, echoing through the bathroom. Her orgasm built within her, unstoppable and intense. She cried out his name. Her body tensed as it threatened to explode around him. Kumar felt her walls grip him, her muscles contracting in a powerful wave of pleasure. He thrust harder, his release building inside him as he felt her body shudder with release. Their moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of their bodies moving together. He reached around to stroke her clit, keeping her on the edge of ecstasy as he continued to thrust into her. My Mom arched her back, feeling the pressure building inside her again. Her need for release grew more urgent with every stroke of his fingers against her sensitive nub. She could feel herself starting to fall apart beneath him. Her body went limp as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. After a few hard thrusts, Kumar pulled out his dick. My Mom gasped as he pulled out, the cold air hitting her sensitive flesh, making a slight pause for the madness. Kumar brought her down off the granite bed and turned her around, facing the mirror. My Mom understood what he wanted. She bent over the cold surface, presenting her well-fucked pussy to him. He started spanking her ass harder now, his left hand holding her hips steady as he slapped her right cheek. The stinging sensation mixed with the pleasure of being used and the cool air in the room made her shudder. Kumar’s spankings grew more intense, the stinging sensation mingling with the pleasure of being used. My Mom’s dusky ass cheeks were bright red from his rough palms. She felt his cock, still hard and throbbing, but this time it was pressing against her other entrance, her ass. My Mom’s eyes got wider in shock as she realized what he was about to do. She felt his fingers spread her ass cheeks apart, revealing her tight, puckered hole. “Kumar, just not in there…” she whispered, her voice shaking. But it was too late. He didn’t wait for her permission. He thrust his cock forward, penetrating her tight ass. She let out a gasp as he filled her up, the sensation both painful and incredibly erotic. He started to move inside her, his hips slapping against her ass cheeks. My Mom bit her lip, trying to contain the moans that threatened to escape her throat. The feeling of being completely owned by him was overwhelming. She was close to another orgasm. Her virgin asshole was too tight for him. He had to force himself inside her, stretching her with each thrust. Kumar’s strong hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her. He could feel her ass muscles clenching around him, trying to expel him from her tight hole. It only made him harder, more determined to make her his completely. My Mom arched her back, pressing her chest against the cold surface of the granite bed as she felt the pleasure building inside her once again. “Aah,” she moaned, her voice muffled by the cool marble. After some long, hard thrusts, Kumar’s 8-inch cock fully penetrated my Mom’s ass, hitting her cervix. He held still for a moment, feeling the deep connection he had with her. He started to move again, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and force. My Mom’s asshole started to stretch in order to accommodate him. But it was clear she was inexperienced. He could feel her body tensing and relaxing as he drove into her. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, echoing through the bathroom. My Mom’s moans grew louder. Her back arched further and further, as she neared her climax. Kumar got hold of my Mom’s shoulders and pulled her back, making her arch her back even further, making their bodies align perfectly. He started to fuck her ass while watching my Mom’s expressions in the mirror. Her eyes were closed, her face was flushed, and she bit her lips hard as she tried to hold back her moans. Her taut body trembled with each thrust as he filled her up, claiming her completely. He could see the muscles in her stomach contracting with every movement. He could feel the warmth of her body as it enveloped his cock. As he continued to pound into her, Kumar reached around, cupping her breast in his hand. He pinched her hard nipple, twisting it between his fingers as he watched her reaction in the mirror. My Mom let out a sharp gasp, her hips bucking forward as she tried to get more of him inside her. Her nails dug into the granite bed, leaving long scratches behind as she fought to hold on. The sensation of being both taken roughly and teased gently sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. My Mom turned back, offering her lips to Kumar as he was fucking her asshole. He took it and kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling as he continued to thrust. His cock felt like a hot poker inside her, filling her up completely. She could feel the head of his cock brushing against her G-spot with every thrust. She was moaning and kissing him back, unable to control herself as the pleasure built up inside her. He reached between them and rubbed her clit, circling it with his fingers, making her moan even louder. The sensation of being taken roughly, of being owned and possessed, was overwhelming. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her body tensed and relaxed rhythmically as Kumar’s thrusts grew faster and harder. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked into his eyes in the mirror. They were filled with desire and possession, making her heart race even faster. She reached down, grabbed his ass cheek, and pulled him closer, wanting to feel him even deeper inside her. He responded by gripping her hips tighter. His movements became more brutal as he fucked her. Kumar inserted three of his fingers. He started to finger fuck my Mom’s pussy as he kept fucking her asshole. My Mom’s body arched back as she felt the sensation of being filled up by both his dick and his fingers. Her moans filled the room, echoing off the tile walls. She couldn’t believe how good it felt, how much she wanted it. Her hips bucked wildly, meeting his thrusts with equal force as she tried to get even closer to him. Her ass muscles gripped him tightly, milking his cock with each thrust. He leaned in closer, biting her neck softly as he continued to take her roughly. His free hand reached down, massaging her clit, circling it over and over. She was moaning and squirming beneath him. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny red lines in their wake. Kumar felt his release building inside him. He felt the hot rush of blood to his groin as he continued to pound my Mom. He leaned in closer, their lips barely touching as he whispered, “I’m going to cum, Amma.” She moaned in response. Her hips moved in perfect rhythm with his. He could feel the tight grip of her ass muscles around his cock as he finally released, thrusting hard one last time. His body was trembling as his hot cum started to spill into her ass, filling her up completely. He kept his eyes locked on hers in the mirror, watching my Mom’s reactions as he emptied himself inside her. Her body arched back, a mixture of pleasure and release coursing through her as she felt his hot seed filling her up. She clenched her fists and bit her lips hard. She let out a long, low moan as the sensation overwhelmed her. Her eyes were glassy with desire, her cheeks flushed, and her breath came in ragged gasps. She looked at him in the mirror, wanting him never to stop. While he was still cumming, Kumar rubbed my Mom’s clit with his thumb, feeling the tension building up in her body. Her inner muscles continued to squeeze his cock, milking every last drop of his cum from him. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure. She felt the combined sensation of being filled and brought to orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly beneath him. Her legs trembled as she tried to maintain her balance on the cold granite slab. With a loud moan, she arched her back and came, her body shuddering with the force of her release. Her walls tightened around Kumar’s fingers and his cock, milking him one last time. She reached the peak of her ecstasy. Kumar continued to thrust slowly, enjoying the feel of her body milking him, her hot liquid coating his cock. He looked into her eyes in the mirror, watching the mixture of pleasure and desire play across her features.  He leaned down, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. She tasted so good, he thought, as he pulled back, their breath mingling together in the air between them. My Mom could feel Kumar’s dick starting to grow again inside her asshole. She was surprised by how much she wanted him to keep fucking her. She reached down, grasped his ass cheek, and pulled him closer, wanting to feel him even deeper inside her. He responded by gripping her hips tighter. His movements became more brutal as he fucked her. He started spanking my Mom’s tits with each thrust, leaving a stinging sensation on her skin. Her nipples hardened, and she arched her back, offering herself up to him. The mirror above them reflected their entwined bodies, the sweat and pleasure and desire all tangled together. She could see the expression on his face, the raw lust and power and possession. It was exhilarating, intoxicating. She bit her lip, feeling the throbbing of her clit as he continued to pound into her. She wanted to come again, wanted to feel his release inside her. He gripped her hips harder, his thrusts deeper, harder. His breath came in ragged gasps as he looked down at her, watching the way she moved beneath him. Her skin was flushed, her eyes dark with desire. He could feel himself getting closer, the tightening in his groin, the building tension. He reached down, curled his fingers around her clit, and began to rub circles. My Mom arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as the sensation overwhelmed her. She moaned his name, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with his. Her inner muscles clenched around him, milking his cock. Her body tightened in anticipation. She could feel the pressure building, the impending release. Kumar felt her body tense beneath him, her breath coming faster and shallower. He thrust deeper, harder, wanting to feel her come apart in his arms. His grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more frenzied as he neared his climax. He could feel his release building, coiling in his groin, demanding to be let free. As the temperature rose, both of them couldn’t help control their moans. Kumar’s thrusts became rougher. His breathing was harder as he watched her lose control. He could feel her inner muscles clenching and relaxing rhythmically around his cock, milking him with each movement. With a long, hard thrust and a loud moan, Kumar and my Mom both cum at the same time. Kumar was filling my Mom’s ass for the second time. My Mom was squirting her juices all over the slab beneath them. They remained locked together, their bodies trembling with the force of their shared release. Kumar’s cock throbbed inside her, his seed pouring into her ass, filling every crevice and fold. My Mom closed her legs, tightening the grip of her inner muscles. She continued to milk his cock, drawing every last drop into her body. Kumar finally collapsed on my Mom’s shoulders from behind, gasping for air. The sweat dripped down from his chest onto her back as he tried to catch his breath. He leaned forward, his chest heaving, and rested his forehead against hers. They both stared into the mirror, their eyes wide with desire and satisfaction. Then they kissed passionately for a long moment, tasting each other’s sweat and their shared pleasure. Kumar’s cum was leaking out of my Mom’s ass, slowly dripping down onto the floor. “Oops! We made quite a mess, Amma,” Kumar whispered into my mother’s ear as they both laughed softly. He kissed her neck and began to slowly withdraw from her, his cock sliding out of her wet, warm body. The sensation was almost too much for her to bear, and she let out a soft moan of protest. Their sensual erotic moment was interrupted by the announcement from the speaker asking the passengers to arrive for boarding. Kumar glanced at the clock on the wall and cursed under his breath. They had forgotten about the flight. They quickly cleaned themselves and started dressing. Kumar helped my Mom to dress up and they rushed out of the restroom. They both were holding their hands as a couple as they walked towards the boarding point. Before leaving, Kumar held my Mom’s face with both his hands and kissed her deeply. The kiss was filled with passion and love as if it was their first one. The airport staff smiled at them, thinking that they were a couple in love. No words were spoken as Kumar parted through the boarding point. My Mom started to move towards the exit. She came out of the lobby where we were waiting, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. “Has Kumar boarded the flight, Pushpa?” Kumar’s Mom asked her, concern etched on her face. Pushpa smiled softly, trying to reassure them both. “He’s on the plane, sister. He’ll be fine.” Kumar’s Mom sighed, relief washing over her. Then we all drove back to our homes as silent as the grave, each lost in our thoughts.