There was a lot I hated about being a socially awkward nineteen-year-old. But the thing I hated most? Not being able to tell the woman of my dreams that I loved her. Like, literally not being able to say those words. And why couldn't I? Because Angel was my mom's best friend. She was also beautiful and sweet, and twenty years my senior. But the biggest reason I couldn't tell Angel how I felt? When I tried to say more than...

I gazed up at Angel's pussy, utterly spellbound. "Do you want a taste?" she asked in a low voice. Those words immediately snapped me out of my trance. "Yes, please!" Again, that delighted giggle of hers. I hurried to slide down farther on the couch, while she moved upward. Soon, her pussy was just inches above my face. "Ready?" I heard her whisper. "So ready!" As she sank downward, I inhaled deeply to catch her scent. It...