Slide two fingers in

Like Mother, like daughter, you guess. You look at Eileen's pussy and time stops. Her knees spreading enough her skirt turned translucent in the light of the dining area. No panties. Fuck!

How often had you dreamed of screwing your friend's mom...your girlfriend's mom...your future mother-in-law? How many times had you wished it was her sucking your cock instead of her daughter? How many times had you fantasized about her wearing those little sweaters she always wore that showed off so much cleavage? And then, while wearing them, popping the buttons or you cutting the buttons off with a knife to send them skipping about the kitchen while those tits heaved under the loss of restraint.

Eileen was so proud when she got the tit job a decade ago. You didn't think much of it at the time, why would you? But she was showing them off and then she became pure jerking fantasy material when you were old enough to think about it. Since then, there's been plenty of side-eye, and plenty of her giving you ample opportunity to look.

But this is the first upskirt you're getting of Ellen's mom. And you're getting it while you're wrist deep in her daughter's soaked snatch. Eileen looks soaked herself, and your two fingers prove that.

As she shifted, her pussy was at the front of the bench seat in the cafeteria. The place was still dead, you were hard as fuck. You didn't have to lean in, you just had to move and you were knuckle deep in her hot wet slit. You felt her tense, her thighs partially closed but didn't clamp down around your arm so you immediately started massaging her g-spot. It was so...pronounced inside her compared to her daughter's. Ellen's was being massaged by your thumb knuckle. Eileen's was getting two finger tips pounding on it like a tiny drum and then your thumb found her clit.

She was soaked and getting wetter.

Like Mother, like Daughter.

"So did you ever think about what would happen if I'd have gone after Scott?" Eileen asks, her pussy clenching on your fingers and then opening up so more than just two fingers could fit inside her apparently very well trained box. Her voice was steady, but her pussy was ready.