Soccer Mom

“Sex should be fun!” she said as she slid the vibrating cock ring on my turgid member. Then we proceeded to have some fun.

“Linda” is a self-described “soccer mom” in her 40’s. She operates out of a modest apartment about an hour north of here. When I first contacted her early this afternoon, she couldn’t talk right away. She said she was helping her daughter buy a car. When she later got back to me, she said she could host late in the afternoon at her incall. I decided to make the trip.

Wearing a tight black dress, she welcomed me to her place. She looked Italian with long dark red hair. She handed me a glass of water, and we sat down on the couch in the cozy living room. Asking me to recommend any books I was reading, I suggested Michael Lewis’ latest work. She volunteered that she enjoyed her work because it enabled her to have sex without having to date. Then she invited me to retire to the bedroom.

Bedroom was something of a misnomer because there was no bed frame in it, only a bare mattress. She peeled her dress off, pulled down her panties and told me to make myself comfortable and join her on the mattress. She had an inviting smile. After some foreplay, she brought out the cock ring. As my cock buzzed, she moved on top of me and energetically fucked me. Soccer moms need to get laid, too.

After it was over, Linda dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She was intrigued by my studies. “Next time I want to pick your brain,” she said, explaining that she was fascinated by spiritual energy. (I knew a little about the subject from Rhonda’s esoteric beliefs.) As I prepared to depart, she let me know that her daughter had recently become a provider, too. She slipped me her daughter’s number.