Is the sexy older Woman horny for her Son‘s best Friend?

For a moment in shock, my whole body cramps when Hanna applies the brake with full force. The car slows down noticeably, but it slides straight on for a few more meters on the slippery road surface. When we finally come to a standstill, I briefly look ahead to see what the reason for our sudden stop is. A few meters in front of us there is a road block with a sign and a text.

"As a precaution, this street is closed until December 31st" I read the text.

"Uff that came suddenly" I hear Hanna's voice followed by a deep breath.

"Yes, I thought we were moments ago to die" I say with a hint of a smile.

"I'm telling you, it came as a surprise. As it looks, we are unfortunately not going to the village today ... it's a shame" she says, giving me an unfathomable look.

After my initial paralysis was released, I suddenly notice that my hand, which was just on Hanna's knee, has moved a lot higher. When I let my gaze wander to the side, I see that my left hand has slipped under Hanna's woolen dress and is now pressing precisely on her sanctuary. Despite the pantyhose, I feel a strong heat under my palm that seems to emanate from it. Hanna now also seems to have noticed what my hand is resting on.

"Um Ben, what is your hand doing there?" asks Hanna.

"Sorry Hanna, that was not on purpose, it must have slipped when you braked" I answer truthfully.

In doing so, I unconsciously exert a slight pressure on her wrapped pussy several times, knowing full well what is waiting hot and willing under the pantyhose.

"Mhhm Ben .... no, we mustn't! Let's turn around now" she says with a slight moan.

“Okay let's go back again. Maybe we can stop again and enjoy the beautiful view” I tell her without moving my hand away.

"Yes, we can do that, the weather just seems to be stable ... um Ben your hand is still on mine you know what" she says softly and now begins to turn the car.

"But it's so nice and warm where my hand is right now, I'll just let it rest there for a moment, okay?" I say pleadingly without thinking too much about my words.

“Okay Ben, but only for a moment. Because that's not right” she says uncertainly.

In the meantime Hanna has completely turned the car and we are on the way back towards the cabin. Meanwhile, my palm is still on her hot pussy.

“Wow, she just doesn't do anything. I know that I shouldn't force it, but Hanna herself admitted yesterday evening that she was horny for me“ it goes through my excited brain. Right or wrong is a tightrope walk and now I don't know whether what I'm doing is really wrong.

We drive cautiously down the street, while a crackling silence lies between me and Hanna. Slowly I start again to exert the pressure with my hand and alternately to press the place where her clit should be. When Hanna notices my movements, she tries to squeeze her legs together. But because she has to shift, accelerate and brake, she cannot do this continuously.

"Mhhhm" I perceive a low, almost inaudible moan from her.

Encouraged, I continue, knowing that she is just as excited as I am. My excitement rises to a maximum again and obscures every logical thought. I rub her pussy through her pantyhose ever more demanding. I notice how Hanna herself is getting more and more restless in her seat.

"Oh Ben please ... no" she moans gently.

"Hanna you are so sexy, you know exactly that you are beating me up. And I bet after what you wrote me yesterday, you are just as excited as I am" I say confidently.

"Ben yesterday ... mhhhm that was a mistake. I should never have written that and this picture ... I don't know what was wrong with me" she says desperately while feeling my clear touch.

"A mistake? Maybe you finally admitted how you are really feeling. What do you think I would feel now if I touched your pussy directly, isn't it wet?" I say boldly.

Shocked by myself and my words, I expect Hanna to throw me out of the car. But first nothing happens while I continue my touches on her pussy.

"Ohhhh Ben, you know how difficult it all is for me. I don't know what is wrong with me .... And Beeeen please don't talk about my vagina like that, there is nothing ... really" she tries to me calm down.

"If she really didn't want it, she would talk to you differently. Carry on, Ben, that's your chance" my inner devil speaks to me. Guided by my excitement, I let go of all caution and surrender to the current flow.

"Hanna, I'll stop. But only on one condition, namely that you really don't want it. I'm going to put my hand on your bare pussy now and if you're not wet we'll stop immediately and I won't do anything more, I promise" me with a newly found self-confidence.

Without waiting for a reaction from her, I slide my hand through the waistband of the pantyhose. When my fingers touch her panties directly, Hanna wakes up again from her rigidity.

"Ben, no please don't ... we can't do that" she moans after I have pushed two fingers past her panties and made direct contact with her hot pleasure center.

I run my fingers briefly twice through her bulging labia and then quickly remove them. Immediately I raise my hand and hold my two fingers, which had touched her pussy a few seconds ago, in front of her eyes. Hanna immediately slows the car down to a minimum when she looks at my fingers.

"Hanna, I'm sorry. But you are not just wet, you are literally running out" I say confidently and rub my two slimy fingers in front of her eyes.

"Ah Ben, my body just doesn't listen to me. You're just wrecking me ... let's stooop that please" she sobs pleadingly.

Due to the fear of an accident and the enormously heated atmosphere in the car, I subconsciously know that the journey cannot go on like this.

"Hanna please stop over there, then we'll talk" I say demanding and point to a turnoff into a wooded area.