Mom's Backseat Secret

"Right in front of your husband and daughter, isn't that exciting?"

The car bounced roughly over the uneven road.

My husband and daughter were sitting just a few feet ahead.

I decided to playfully tease the muscular young man beside me, never imagining how quickly things would spiral out of control.

As he grew bolder, I—a confident, attractive woman in my prime—found myself caught like prey in a tiger's jaws.

……

My name is Bianca Ashcroft.

I'm 32 years old, a wife and mother who takes pride in her appearance.

I've been blessed with striking looks, a tall frame, and curves that turn heads—36E breasts and hips nearly twice the width of my waist.

Back in the day, my husband was completely obsessed with me.

He used to call me his perfect fuckdoll, claiming he needed me four or five times a night.

But now that he's pushing forty, his drive has faded.

Lately, he barely even touches me.

And me? I'm only thirty-two—smack in the middle of a woman's most hungry years.

How was I supposed to accept a life without passion so soon?

Slowly, the temptation to wander began to simmer inside me.

And when it came to my daughter's boyfriend, that temptation became almost impossible to ignore.

On New Year's Eve, my daughter finally brought home Jake Valence, the guy she'd been dating for a year.

When I opened the door and saw the nearly six-foot-three hunk standing behind her—towering over me, looking like a young Ken Watanabe, with a noticeable bulge in his pants—my knees went weak.

My daughter had told me Jake was nineteen, a track and field athlete at a sports academy, and a National Elite Athlete. She said he was quiet, a little reserved, not that into sex, and still a virgin.

That first time he finally let go… I could only imagine how intense it would be. Enough to rock a woman's world.

Just thinking about it made my cheeks flush and my legs weaken.

"Mom, are you okay?" My daughter's voice snapped me out of it.

Seeing the curious looks from her and Jake, I quickly put on a relaxed smile, welcomed them in, and called for my husband to entertain our guest.

While my husband offered Jake a seat on the sofa and poured tea, I couldn't take it anymore. I slipped back into my bedroom, locked the door, lay down on the bed, and reached for my vibrator to quiet the restless ache.

Moaning softly, I pictured Jake in my mind. "Come on, sweet boy… Let Auntie see what you're made of."

About ten minutes later, as the tremors faded, it hit me what I'd just done. Blushing hard, I cleaned up the evidence.

Oh my god, Bianca… What were you thinking?