ThatMediaGirl 🎀

I've been sleeping with my friend's recently divorced mom and I feel nothing but good about it I know how this sounds. Let me explain. My friend Daniela's mom Viviana is 41. She got divorced six months ago after finding out her husband was cheating. She lost weight, got a new haircut (this sharp bob that frames her face), started wearing clothes that fit her body instead of hiding it. She's Brazilian, curvy, brown skin, dark eyes that crinkle when she laughs. She looks incredible and she's just now figuring that out. I've been going over to their house since I was fourteen. Viviana always made me feel welcome. Fed me, asked about school, let me cry on her couch after my first breakup. She's more of a mom to me than my actual mom sometimes. But since the divorce something shifted. She started confiding in me. Late night texts about feeling unwanted. About wondering if she was still attractive. About being lonely. I told her she was beautiful. I meant it platonically. Mostly. Probably. Maybe not. We were drinking wine on her patio one night (yes I know, she let me, she's Brazilian, it's different) and she was in this sundress and the straps kept slipping and she was telling me about how her husband hadn't gone down on her in years YEARS and I said "that's criminal" and she laughed and her eyes got wet and she said "you're the only person who makes me feel like myself anymore." I kissed her. On her patio with the wine glasses between us and jasmine blooming on the trellis and the neighbor's dog barking. She tasted like malbec and lip gloss and she kissed me back immediately like she'd been waiting for someone to do it. We went to her bedroom. The master bedroom that used to be his too. She was shaking, nervous, said she'd never been with a woman. I told her I'd only been with one before and we could figure it out together. I undressed her slowly. Her body is soft in all the right places, full tits with dark nipples, wide hips, this little pouch on her stomach that she tried to cover and I moved her hands away and kissed it. She smelled like her perfume and something warm underneath. I went down on her and she cried. Not sad crying. Release crying. She came with her hand over her mouth and her back arched and tears running into her hair and when she came down she laughed and said "oh my god" three times. She returned the favor with more skill than any college guy I've ever been with. Intuitive. Gentle. Knew exactly where to put her tongue because she has the same equipment. I came twice and fell asleep in her sheets that smelled like lavender and her. Daniela doesn't know. It's been going on for two months. I go over twice a week. Sometimes we have sex. Sometimes we just lie in bed and talk and she plays with my hair. She's relearning what it feels like to be wanted and I'm learning what it feels like to be with someone who actually pays attention. I don't feel guilty. She deserves this. I make her happy and she makes me feel mature and seen and I cum really hard so like... everyone's winning here.