POV Giving My Friends Hot Mom A Massage Complete Series Helena Price

Helena Price, a stunning 38-year-old mother of two, had always been the talk of the neighborhood. With her long, lustrous blonde hair, curves in all the right places, and an insatiable hunger for pleasure, it’s no wonder her friends spent so much time fantasizing about having their way with her.

One particular friend, let’s call him Jack, had been harboring these desires for years. He would often drop by Helena’s house under the guise of friendly visits, but his true intentions were far from innocent. Though married, Jack couldn’t resist the temptation of Helena’s luscious body and enticing smile.

Recently, Helena had injured her back and found herself in a great deal of pain. Desperate for relief, she called upon Jack, knowing full well his history as a masseur. He wasted no time in rushing over to lend a helping hand – and perhaps get one in return.

As Helena laid on the massage table, clad only in a thin robe, Jack began his work. His strong hands slid across her silken skin, kneading away the tension she held within. With each touch, he grew bolder, letting his fingers linger just a moment too long on certain spots.

Before long, Helena’s breathing grew heavy, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her robe. Jack could barely contain himself as he behaved himself, professional albeit the temptation. He caressed her neck, then down her spine, tracing delicate patterns with a feather-light touch.

Unable to resist any longer, Jack let his hands roam lower, cupping the perfect globes of Helena’s ass through the thin fabric. He gave a firm squeeze, eliciting a gasp from the eager woman. Slowly, teasingly, he inched higher until the heat between her thighs was undeniable.

All propriety went out the window as Jack lifted Helena’s robe completely, revealing her naked form in all its raw glory. Her legs parted on their own accord as he lowered his head between them. The first taste of her dripping wetness sent a jolt straight to his throbbing cock.

Jack feasted like a man starved, lapping at Helena’s swollen clit and probing her entrance with his tongue. She writhed beneath him, hands fisting in his hair as her hips bucked rhythmically against his face. Lost in the throes of passion, Helena cried out in ecstasy, not caring who might overhear.

Verbalizing her pleasure only spurred Jack on further. He licked and sucked with renewed vigor, determined to make the incredible woman before him come undone. Two fingers plunged into her hot, tight cunt, curling upwards to stroke that special spot deep inside.

“It’s too much!” Helena whimpered, teetering on the edge of oblivion. “I can’t – I’m going to -”

Her words dissolved into moans as the tension snapped, leaving her trembling with the force of her release. Jack worked her through it, lapping up every drop of her sweet essence like a man entitled to it.

But Jack wasn’t nearly done with her yet. Rising to his feet, he shucked his pants off quickly, freeing his enormous cock from its confines. Pre-cum glistened at the swollen tip, testimony to his incredible arousal.

Helena opened her eyes as Jack positioned himself between her spread legs. Seeing his impressive length, she couldn’t hold back a throaty moan. Instinctively, she reached down to grasp his thick shaft, giving a squeeze.

“Please,” she whispered, voice laden with desperate need, “I want you inside me.”

She needn’t ask twice. Jack sheathing himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust, groaning at the exquisite heat. Helena clung to him, nails digging into his back as he began to move, driving into her again and again.

Their coupling was intense, all-consuming as skin slapped against skin. Jack pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust hitting her g-spot dead on. Helena could only hold on for dear life, meeting him thrust for thrust.

As the pressure built, Jack slid a hand between their sweat-slicked bodies, strumming Helena’s clit in time with his thrusts. She detonated around him within moments, clamping down like a vice as her orgasm crashed through her.

Her quivering walls were too much to resist. With a final mighty surge, Jack buried himself deep and let go. Thick ropes of seed painted her insides as he found his own release, both of them crying out in mutual rapture.

Later, as they lay panting in the aftermath, Jack knew this was just the beginning. He planned to make Helena his in every way possible, consumption his only goal. And from the look in her eyes, she was more than willing to continue fulfilling his every desire.

There would be no turning back for Helena. Jack would see to that. He would ruin her for anyone else, leave her craving his touch like an addict in search of its next fix. She was his, and he would never let her go.