Forgotten Mommy's Naughty Secret
By Anonymous
7/11/2025
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Amy slid into the booth across from Sarah, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and lust. "Remember, you've got a kid at home and a husband. This stays between us." Sarah smiled, a flush creeping up her cheeks. "You do too, Amy. Both of us have kids, both of us have husbands. Both of us are mommies who love the smell of another mommy's ass crack, who's got kids and a husband waiting at home." Amy's grin widened, appreciating the acknowledgment. "True enough. So, let's enjoy this. Let's make this hot, Sarah. I want to smell you. I want that pungent musk that comes from a woman who's been properly taken and is living a real life with kids and a husband." Sarah's breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she shifted in her seat, her thighs pressing together. "Here? Now?" Amy's hand snaked under the table, her fingers tracing patterns on Sarah's thigh. "Why not? It's a risk, sure, but that’s part of the thrill. Besides, I can already smell you, Sarah. You’re fucking intoxicating." Sarah's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her body responding to Amy's touch. When she opened them again, her voice was steady, confident. "Alright, but only if you let me return the favour later. I want to taste you, Amy. I want to know if that ass of yours tastes as good as it smells." Amy's grin was pure predatory delight. "Deal. Now, lift your skirt and let me have a taste. Let me see if that tight little pussy of yours is as wet as I think it is."
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Amy’s fingers danced higher, brushing against the lacy edge of Sarah’s panties. She could feel the heat rising from Sarah's core, and it sent a shiver of excitement down her own spine. "You’re already so hot for me, Sarah. Let's see how wet you are." Sarah’s breath hitched as Amy’s fingers deftly slipped beneath the fabric, sliding against damp, heated flesh. She let out a soft moan, biting her lower lip to stifle the sound. The risk of being caught in public only heightened her arousal. Amy's fingers dipped deeper, feeling the tightness of Sarah's body. Amy leaned in, whispering, "You know, I've always wondered what it's like to fuck a married woman right in front of her kids. The thought of them playing nearby, unaware of the filthy things their mom is doing...it's intoxicating." Sarah’s eyes widened slightly, but her hips bucked against Amy’s touch, betraying her excitement. "Amy, that’s...that’s so wrong," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. Yet she didn't stop Amy's exploring fingers. Amy chuckled, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, eliciting a series of soft gasps from Sarah. "Wrong, but so fucking hot. I bet you’d love it, Sarah. The danger, the thrill. And the smell..." Amy inhaled deeply, her nose close to Sarah’s neck. "I can already smell you, Sarah. That musky, intoxicating scent of a woman who knows how to fuck. I want to smell every inch of you." Sarah’s hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white with tension. "Amy, please," she whispered, her hips bucking slightly to meet Amy’s touch. "Don't stop. I want to feel it all." Amy’s smile was wicked as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Sarah’s ear. "I won’t. But first, I want you to lift your skirt just a bit more. I want to see that beautiful ass of yours. I want to smell your anus, Sarah. I want to know if you smell as good as you look." Her fingers found Sarah’s clit, and she felt it throb under her touch. "I want to see how much you love being fucked, how much you love the smell of your own arousal." Sarah’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, but she didn't hesitate. She hitched her skirt up, revealing the damp, glistening flesh between her thighs and the tantalizing sight of her ass. Amy’s eyes widened with lust, her fingers moving faster, more insistently. "Fuck, Sarah. You’re incredible. I can’t wait to taste you, to smell you. To fuck you right here, right now, with the risk of being caught." Sarah’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. "Please, Amy. I need more. I need your tongue on me. I need to feel you everywhere." Amy’s grin widened, and she slid out from the booth, positioning herself between Sarah’s legs. Her hands pushed Sarah’s thighs apart, giving her a clear view of the swollen, glistening flesh and the enticing crack of her ass. "I’ve been dreaming of this, Sarah. Dreaming of tasting you, of making you come undone right here, right now, in this dangerous, thrilling way. I want to smell you, Sarah. I want to breathe in every part of you." She leaned in, her tongue tracing a slow, sensual line up Sarah’s inner thigh, inching closer to her aching center, ready to delve into the forbidden, the exciting, the utterly carnal.
Amy's tongue paused just shy of Sarah's lips, the heat of her breath sending shivers up Sarah's spine. She looked up, her eyes locked onto Sarah's. "You have a kid at home. A little one who depends on you. A husband who fucks you. But right now, you're all mine. And I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll forget everything else." Sarah’s eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back against the booth. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm yours, Amy. Just for now, I'm yours." Amy's tongue flicked out, finally making contact with Sarah's slick folds. She groaned at the taste, a heady mix of sweet and salty that drove her wild. Her hands gripped Sarah's thighs, holding her steady as she began to lick and suck, her tongue delving deeper with each pass. She could feel Sarah's body tensing, her hips lifting to meet Amy's mouth. Sarah's hands found their way into Amy's hair, fingers tangling in the strands as she gasped and moaned. "Oh god, Amy. That feels so good. Don't stop, please don't stop." Amy's response was a soft hum, her tongue circling Sarah's clit. She slid two fingers inside Sarah, feeling her tighten around them. Her thumb brushed against Sarah's ass, teasing the tight entrance. Sarah's body jerked, a shocked gasp escaping her lips. Amy smiled against Sarah's flesh, her fingers and tongue working in tandem to drive Sarah higher. "That's it, Sarah," Amy murmured, her voice muffled against Sarah's skin. "Let go. Come for me. Let me taste your orgasm." Sarah's body tensed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her fingers gripped Amy's hair tighter, her hips bucking wildly. And then, with a soft cry, she came, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Amy lapped at her, drinking in every drop, her own body aching with need. But for now, this was about Sarah. And Amy was determined to make it unforgettable.
Amy's lips lingered on Sarah's sensitive skin, savoring the last tremors of her orgasm. She looked up, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. "Remember, you have a whole life back home," she purred, her fingers gently caressing Sarah's thigh. "A little one who needs you, a husband who loves you. But right now, you're here with me. And you're loving every second of it, aren't you?" Sarah's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting Amy's gaze. "Yes," she admitted, her voice husky. "I am. But... but what about you?" Amy’s grin was slow and sensual. "Don’t worry about me, Sarah. This was for you. But if you’re offering..." She stood up, her body pressing against Sarah's, her lips capturing Sarah's in a deep, hungry kiss. Sarah could taste herself on Amy's lips, and it sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her. Sarah’s hands roamed over Amy’s body, exploring the curves and lines she had been fantasizing about. She felt Amy shiver under her touch, and it fueled her confidence. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel," Sarah whispered, her fingers finding the button on Amy’s pants. Amy’s breath hitched as Sarah’s hand slipped inside, her fingers brushing against the wet, heated flesh beneath. "Fuck, Sarah," Amy groaned, her head falling back. "You’re playing with fire." Sarah’s smile was wicked as she stroked Amy, her thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I know exactly what I’m doing," she said, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. "And I want to see you come undone, just like you did to me." Her thumb pressed harder, her fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She leaned in, her lips capturing Amy's earlobe, nibbling gently. "Let go, Amy. Let me make you feel good." Amy’s body responded to Sarah’s touch, her hips bucking against her hand. She could feel the tension building, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Sarah," she whispered, her voice strained. "I’m close. I’m so close." She could feel Sarah's breath on her neck, could feel the intensity of her stare. And then, with a soft cry, she came, her body shuddering against Sarah’s touch. Sarah’s hand slowed, her thumb gently circling, drawing out every last wave of pleasure. She looked up at Amy, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. Her lips curved into a naughty smile. "I knew you'd taste amazing," Sarah whispered. She slid her hand out of Amy's pants and stood up. "I don't think anyone has ever made me feel this way," she said, her voice soft. "Thank you, Amy. And I'm not just talking about the orgasm." Amy’s smile was soft, her eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and lust. Her fingers brushed against Sarah’s cheek, tracing the line of her jaw. "Sarah, we've barely even started..." Amy took another step toward Sarah. Amy brushed a finger across Sarah's lips. “The morning after will be a lot more fun, when you're spent and sore...” She smiled. “And a little hungover.”
Amy leaned in, her lips brushing against Sarah's ear. "I can still smell him on you," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Your husband. The one who’s supposed to be satisfying you. But he’s not here. He’s not the one making you feel this way. It’s me. And you love it. You love what I do to you. And maybe you should be a little embarrassed, you're married with a kid at home." Sarah's breath hitched, her body responding to Amy's words. But Amy just smiled and inhaled deeply, “I love the smell of a woman who’s got kids. It's so primal. Some women claim to change, but they never do. You have that scent, and it's fucking intoxicating." She drifted downwards a bit, her nose tracing Sarah's neck, inhaling deeply. “And then there's your scent of desire,” she murmured, tracing her nose along Sarah’s skin. She inhaled deeply again, drifting down. She peered up at Sarah, her eyes smoldering. “I can smell you, Sarah. The scent of your arousal. Your cunt. It's driving me wild.” She inhaled again, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment in bliss. “But there's more. I can smell your anus, barely hidden beneath your desire. It's disgusting and beautiful all at once. It’s raw. It's primal. And I fucking love it.” She leaned in, her lips brushing against Sarah's ear again. "You smell like a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it. And I love it. I love how you respond to me. I love how you taste. I love how you make me feel. And I want more. So much more.” Sarah's fingers traced the line of Amy's collarbone, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "You smell amazing," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Like sin and sweetness all at once. I can't get enough of you. You’re making me so fucking wet, I could probably make it rain. And it's almost like you're giving me an orgasm just because you can." Amy's smile was wicked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Call me whatever you want, Sarah. As long as you're moaning my name when you come, it's all good. Plus, I’m pretty sure you’d be moaning my name right now if I eased down this table, lifted up your skirt, and started licking you again. And maybe I'll do that, too. But right now, let's get back to you, Sarah. You and the way you make me feel. How you smell. The way you taste. The way your body responds to mine. It's fucking intoxicating." Amy leaned in, her lips capturing Sarah's in a deep, passionate kiss. Sarah's hands roamed over Amy's body, feeling the curves and lines that had driven her wild from the moment she saw her. She could feel Amy's heartbeat, rapid and steady, matching her own. "I want you, Amy," Sarah whispered against her lips. "I want to feel you. All of you." Amy's response was a soft moan, her body pressing against Sarah's. She could feel the heat between them, the electric charge that sparked with every touch. "Take me, Sarah," Amy murmured, her voice husky with desire. "Take me and make me yours. Take me on this table. On the floor. Against the wall. Wherever you want. I want you to know what your husband is missing out on. Let’s see if you can give me the same thing.”