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I shouldn't have been so excited to see a fellow human being crying their eyes out. And yet, I couldn't shake the feeling of arousal and power.

This was perfect! This was what I had been waiting for!

I lowered my head to look through the window on the driver's seat side.

"Hello, Miss, is everything alright?"

A pair of tear stained green eyes stared back at me. For a second I forgot to breath as I lost myself in the depth of her gaze.

This was the Jackpot!

Her face could have been straight from the front of one of these women's magazines with a perfect symetrical face, just the right amount of tan that you got from relaxing on a sun lounger from time to time and soft gentle features that could only be described as stunning. While she was probably in her early to mid thirties, she could have easily passed for a woman ten years younger.

Her ample bosom was heaving heavily underneath all her sorrow and something in my pants started stirring once I discovered just how massive her tits concealed underneath a loose sitting plain dress were.

In short, she was just what I had been looking for!

She eyed me sceptically. While I had had the foresight to take a shower before leaving the house I most certainly still wasn't a looker. Actually I know from a lot of women who had been so unkind as to inform me, that I really sold the creep look.

"It's alright. It's nothing really." She tried to play it off.

FUCK! I just needed one moment to access her mind. But it seems like her current state wasn't quite enough.

Her hand was already reaching for the button to turn up the window again.

Think quick, Brandon! This is your chance!

I did a quick analysis trying my best to gather some clues.

Good looking woman crying alone in her car on a Tuesday. Except for the makeup smears around her eyes she looked rather sophisticated. So definitely not homeless or in a bad financial spot.

I noticed a ring on her finger. So she's probably married.

But why did she leave her home to go shopping when she's clearly not in the mood?

I hadn't seen her enter or leave the building, so she hadn't gone to mall yet.

That indicated a mental breakdown after arrival meaning she had gotten here in a bad state.

Damn, I was really turning into Sherlock Holmes here. Maybe I had some hidden talent for criminology...

Anyways, time to drive this home!

Her being here meant that her home currently didn't feel like a comfortable place to be. Which made it likely that the troubles derived from home. Which left either kids or husband.

I decided to go with my guts. Better to just take my shot than let the moment pass.

"Sometimes, you just need someone to talk to. Especially when it's your husband that causes you grief."

Yeah, I know. I was really stretching it there. But I hadn't had plenty of time to come up with some ingenious analysis.

But it worked. At least partially.

My target gave me an incredulous look but stopped reaching for the button.

I had bought myself more time. That meant that I was on the right track.

But, how would I get her more emotional now? Obviously I didn't want to actually comfort her.

It seemed like I had to play Mr. Nice Guy to create an opening.

"Man can be such assholes sometimes. But I guess you'd know that." I tried to gave her my most cheerful smile.

Oh, how I wanted to punch myself in the face.

But it worked! She nodded intent on entertaining me at least for a while.

I had to turn this situation around as soon as possible. Right now she was still vulnerable but the longer this went on the more she would collect herself.

I needed to shock her right now.

I tried to make my voice as soothing and gentle as humanly possible.

"I get why you are angry with your husband. I don't know what happened between you but I understand that it must be hard for you." Then suddenly my voice turned cruel as I delivered the following words.

"But have you ever considered that all your troubles might be your fault? Maybe your marriage would be better if you weren't such a whiny bitch."

Her face turned into a battleground of emotions. Indignation, outrage and misery were all wrestling with each other. Being blamed by a random, seemingly kind stranger had been a trajectory she hadn't seen coming.

Immediately her cheeks lit up red all while tears welled up in her eyes. Her body didn't know how to handle a situation like this. After all, I was still a stranger who had initially played the good samaritan only to quickly flip the tables.

She opened her mouth to shout at me. But before she could stammer out a single word. I felt the still unfamliar connection between us all while unbelievable powers were running through my body in a series of tiny pleasant shocks. I had done it. My first successful operation (Evelyn was more of a lucky coincidence). And this time I was prepared.

Without hesitation I sent a part of my subconcious into her, making myself ready for what followed. Again, for just a moment everything went dark.

But this time, something else happened.

Everything stayed dark then something that can best be compared to an old, very old movie started playing. Muted Sequences in black and white started rushing through in front of my eyes. Well, not really my eyes as I was seeing the world through somebody else in what was pretty obviously a flashback. Sometimes my mind just seemed to know the context of the scenes sometimes it didn't.

Me, wearing nothing but a bathring robe, drinking coffee at a table with a man in his underwear. Sometimes my massive tits came into view, giving me a clear sign whose POV I was currently experiencing. What was supposed to be a peaceful morning ritual was abruptly disturbed by another man storming into the room wearing an expensive looking suit who was clearly less than unhappy with what was happening in front of him.

What followed after the man in the suit had thrown out the other guy were arguments over arguments. The woman and the man just kept on fighting. Eventually however they seemd to settle for a fragile kind of piece since the fights kept alerting a third person living in the house, presumably their child (So she really was a confirmed MILF).

Then another scene. I was walking into some kind of business building carrying with me a lunch pack that looked self made. I spoke a muted greeting to the lady at the reception desk before entering another office. I clearly wasn't too happy to find my husband getting sucked off by his young sexy coworker. Another loudless fight broke out which eventually resulted in me getting dragged out of the building by security.

Frustrated, I headed back towards my car parked at the mall...

Without warning I was jerked out of the flashback. Just like last time no time had passed after me blacking out. However, this time there was no time freeze after since the part of my mind that had gone on a journey had already returned to me.

And just like last time, my internal notebook had a new entry to show for. I was ecstatic!

I had done it again! This time on a complete stranger who had appearantly had a history of cheating and being cheated on. Sounds relatable. Just another happy relationship.

Time to check out my well earned price. My whole body was trembling with anticipation. Just knowing that I had done something to this gorgeous MILF was enough to make me almost cream my pants.

Sweet if a bit vague! Hopefully this was going to help me finally feel a woman's touch again...

Also, it seemed that I also got her name handed on a silver plate which would make identifying her later on easier.

Time for me to get back into the action.

The MILF, Amanda, was still looking up at me, unsure how to react.

However her facial expression had shifted from anger towards something else.

Finally, she had found her voice again and opened her very kissable mouth to speak.

Anticipation rose up within me. I had done something to her but had it been enough?

"Maybe I was a bitch..." She said distantly as if trying to wrap her head around her own words. "If I had been a better wife..." She was talking to herself more than to me.

Time for the next step. I was really counting on my imprint to help me out here.

I got away from the window and quickly circled the car. Then I opened the front passanger door (which fortunately had been unlocked) and invited myself in.

Amanda kept an eye on me but didn't voice any complaints or even any discomfort at me invading her space like that. By now even the last shreds of nervosity had fallen off. If this woman would allow a complete stranger into her car she would hardly cause me any major trouble now.

Time to sit back and enjoy whatever might be coming.

Amanda just kept on rambling.

"I really love him. I don't get why he would cheat on me. Our marriage was good the way it was. And aren't there always things that you dislike about your partner? But you live with it because the positives overweigh. Have I really gotten so undesirable that he would rather fuck his young cowoker bitch instead of me..."

She was going on and on about how her life was just unfair and her husband didn't cherish her enough, yadda yadda... I didn't even have to say anything. She just wanted to paint herself as the victim without any critical thought.

Didn't the bitch realize that all of this probably wouldn't have happened if she just hadn't cheated on her man? Probably, she had been neglecting her duties as a wife. Cooking, cleaning, sucking her man off before work...

But that's just how things were. A woman would never learn her place unless a man showed her. But she wasn't ready to be shown her place yet. That didn't mean that I would listen to her pointless yapping any longer. While I was undoubtedly extremely aroused her venting was starting to get on my nerves.

"Why don't you just shut up for a second!" She interrupted her story about how her best friend had always told her that her husband was a cheater and gave me an incredulous look for the second time this day. To my satisfaction however she stopped talking and didn't voice any complains. Seems like entrusting herself to me also included listening to my advice although I doubted that she would take it to heart.

"Instead of complaining about your husband all the time try thinking what you could do to improve your marriage? Men have urges. Sometimes we just need to blow off some steam. It's perfectly normal because of testosteron and stuff. So maybe if you just stopped whining like a restenful hag and instead supported your husband letting of steam you would actually improve. Look at yourself, do you think I that's how a desirable woman is supposed to look like?"

I was really stressing it there. Sure her dress was a bit modest but apart from that she was an absolute bombshell that could easily compete with any woman ten years younger than her. But by now I was relying on the imprint to give me some protection while Amanda was "confiding" in me. Also, that bitch still hadn't mentioned that she was actually the pioneer to cheating in their marriage. Seems like she preferred me to have a rather selective image of her.

"I'm sorry. You must think that I am a pathetic. I swear I'm not usually like this." Her lips started to tremble again and new tears streaked her cheeks. A crying woman sure was a beautiful sight to behold.

She surprised me by clutching my left arm almost like a scared child would hold a stuffed animal.

"I'm so so sorry. I don't even know your name and yet I can't stop burdening you with all my problems." While I couldn't care less about her problems, I did care about her ample tits pressing against my arm.

It had been a long time since a woman had touched me even like this. The only burden I carried were my pants straining against the monster raging inside. A part of me just wanted to grab her luscious tifslesh and... But that would probably cross a line.

However, I wasn't the only one who had noticed the bulge in my pants. Amanda openly stared at it her mouth slightly agape. Especially given the situation I couldn't help but blush a little. The same was true for Amanda. For a couple of seconds we just stared at the visible bump in silence.

Fuck! This was bad. I had to say something before things got too awkward.

But it was the MILF who finally spoke up:

"Don't worry, you man. These things happen even in unwanted circumstances. There's nothing to be ashamed off. After all, you told me yourself that it's perfectly normal for a man to react like that." So she had been listening to what I said. What surprised me most however was her tone. Within moments she had gone from timid and miserably to a soothing motherly voice.

My dick twitched visibly underneath my clothing. That caused Amanda to blush even more. Nevertheless, she carried herself with more confidence now.

"You know..." She stammered awkwardly "I don't usually do this and I don't want you to think I am a slut or somthing..." Her fingers were fidgeting nervously while she was trying to get to the point. "But you have been so kind to me today..." All I had done was insult her and blame her for being a bitch. "So, it's only fair that I help you out as well..."

Slowly, as if waiting for me to oppose her, she reached for the zipper on my pants.

FUCK YEAH! THIS WAS HAPPENING!

With a determined jerk she zipped it open. With another motion she freed my beast. For a second she recoiled as if she was just becoming fully aware of what she was about to do. But then without further ado, she placed her slender fingers around my thick shaft.

"My husband cheated on me, so it's completely justified for me to do this..." At this point she was talking to herself again. I didn't care. Whatever stupid justification worked for her I guess. All I wanted to was for this to begin.

Amanda started slowly. Gently stroking my meat up and down with one hand, really getting a good feel for it. Even though I was by no means an expert in handjobs it was pretty obvious that this was a good one. The MILF clearly had some experience that she was now putting to good use.

I looked at Amanda who was growing more confident by the second. She gave me a wide warm smile which might or might not have melted my heart. The feeling of having such a gorgeous woman smile at you while she's giving you a handjob was truly elevating.

Amanda was now picking up the pace determind to show me just how good she was at stroking my cock.

"Do you like that? Do you enjoy it when I rub your cock?" She was really getting into it. Given how easily she enjoyed this I could see just how she had cheated on her husband in the first place. This woman might have hidden slut potential.

And yet I couldn't feel better about getting jerked off by her on a public parking space. By now I had already decided that I didn't care whether anybody saw us. This was just too fucking good! Every sensual stroke sent thousand sparks of pleasure through my restless body. I was pretty sure that I had started drooling at some point.

She was pumping my cock harder and harder and I knew that it was only a matter of seconds before I came. Amanda must have realized that too because she reached for a tissue with her other hand and wrapped it around the head of my shaft.

"Show me that I am still desirable! Cum for me!"

The pleasure was rising to an almost unbearable level right now. This was just so much better than jerking off by yourself. Tingles of arousal and joy danced through my whole body. And her encouragement had given me the rest.

I came hard into the tissue with an audible groan.

"Good boy" Amanda cooed while doing her best to catch every drop. I could feel the pleasure exploding one last time filling my body with impossible energy then I slumped back into the car seat. I could feel Amanda cleaning my dick with tender care before throwing the tissue into a side compartment. The thought that her husband might be in the car together with a tissue covered in my spunk that his wife had milked out of my cock sent another shiver through my body. I was breathless. I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable to be in the car with her for longer and I knew that it was now my time to leave. Better not overstay my welcome.

Gently, Amanda pulled up my underwear again and refastened my pants. Then, she turned to me and gave me a wide heartfelt smile. "Thank you again, kind stranger. Before you leave, would you mind telling me your name?"

I opened the door to my right stepping out of the car with an exhausted huff. "It's Brendan" I muttered still weak from the midn shattering orgasm I had just experienced.

"Mine is Amanda. I'm so glad I got to meet you today. Farewell, Brendan."

To that I only nodded and closed the car door behind me. From the sound of it she clearly planned on this staying a one time thing. Unfortunately for her, I disagreed.

Farewell, Amanda, until we meet again.