"It'll probably take a couple hours for me to wash and dry everything." Mrs. Young told me as she made sure she picked up all of my wet clothing. "Should be done by morning." She added.
"Thanks," I said, still holding my shirt over myself. She had to know what she was doing to me.
"Any idea when we should be expecting Michael back?" She asked, seeming to make her stay purposely longer. I was really considering taking a shower just to jerk off.
"Uh, he didn't say," I told her. "Could be any minute now or some time later."
She nodded as she looked around the room. Michael's walls were covered with Xbox game posters and some drawings he had done over the past couple years. I watched her eyes widen when they landed on a poster of a topless, big-breasted woman on the back of the closet door. She rolled her eyes, obviously having that be the first time she'd ever seen it.
"Anyway," she looked back at me, "I washed the blanket you slept with last night too and it's folded up downstairs on the couch for you."
"Oh," I shook my head, "You didn't have to wash it."
She straightened her lips and almost looked a little embarrassed. "I think I did."
"Why?" I asked.
She was quiet for many seconds. "Because," she started, "I'm guessing after I went back upstairs last night you had to take care of yourself again and I noticed you hadn't really cleaned up everything. So..."
"Oh," I widened my eyes and uncontrollably grinned feeling very stupid. "Well that's embarrassing."
She almost smiled, not knowing if it was okay to. "Well it's clean now." She repeated, moving closer to the door. It seemed as if the conversation had gotten a little too uncomfortable for her to stay any longer.
"Thanks, Mrs. Young." I said.
***
Instead of going downstairs to go to sleep on the couch, I decided to stay up in Michael's room for awhile longer. At least until Mrs. Young went to bed. I felt that the more I avoided conversating with her the less chance there would be that I would be teased.
I turned the Xbox on and played some games by myself to try and pass time. But I could feel myself slowly wanting to head downstairs. My eyes felt so heavy.
I turned from hearing a light knock on the door. Mrs. Young was standing there wearing black shorts and a loose gray t-shirt. Her hair was still down and looked kind of wet like she had just gotten out of the shower.
"Hey," she said. "I'm about to head to bed." She looked at the controller in my hand then to the TV screen. "What are you doing?"
"Playing a game." I told her.
She stepped into the room and moved towards me and flopped down on the beanbag beside me. "Can I watch?" She asked.
I was happy to be near her, but on the other hand....
"You're not going to bed?" I questioned.
"I'll just stay and watch for a few minutes." She told me.
"Well," I said. "I was about to go to bed myself. But I'll let you stay if you play with me."
She stared at me without saying anything for a long second. I was sure she thought I was purposely making it sound like an innuendo.
"I don't know how to play," She told me finally, ignoring what she obviously thought.
"It's easy." I shrugged.
***
We ended up surviving the horde of zombies for about 20 minutes before we both died.
"Matthew!" She laughed when the end game screen came up.
"Hey, it's your fault!" I laughed with her. "If I didn't have to keep reviving your ass we would have made it longer."
She continued giggling. "I told you I didn't know what I was doing. And don't say ass." She scolded, kicking back into her motherly instincts.
"You're right. I was thoroughly warned." I agreed, turning the console off and taking the controller from her to set it back under the TV along with mine.
"That was fun." She told me after our laughter died down.
I leaned back in my beanbag and nodded. It had been fun. I almost forgot it was my best friends mom I was sitting next to having all this fun with.
"Well," She put her hands on her knees and pushed herself up to her feet. "I should be heading to bed. It's midnight."
I cursed in my head, feeling even more exhausted.
"You look tired, Matthew." She told me. "Go to sleep."
"I am," I stood up.
"Actually, Matthew," She stopped before heading out of the room. "I turned the heat off tonight because the bill is getting pretty high and it's supposed to be kind of cold. I wanted to give you another blanket just in case."
"Oh, that's fine." I turned the offer down. I felt fine with what I had. I didn't think I'd get cold at all.
"Well, it wouldn't hurt to have it just in case. Would it?" She insisted.
"I guess not," I said.
"Come on," She nodded towards the hallway. I followed her out of Michael's room.
She had the lamp turned on on her nightstand, but her bed was still made unlike last night when I had walked in.
"I might have one in my closet." She said, then went in that direction. I stopped, unsure whether or not to follow her into her walk-in closet.
"Matthew," She called from inside. I went further, investigating what the problem was. I looked into the small room and found her trying to reach for a blanket on the very top shelf. She was just short enough for it to be out of her reach. "Can you reach this for me?"
"Yeah, sure," I walked in and reached up to pull the blanket down. I noticed there were some blankets on the bottom shelves as I held it in my hands.
"It was too high for me," she smiled as she stared at the blanket. It was a thick one and I really didn't feel like I needed it. It would just burn me up if I used it. But taking it downstairs wouldn't hurt, like she said.
"Thanks for letting me use it," I said, realizing how close we were standing to each other. The room seemed to be a lot smaller now that I was aware of my surroundings.
"Matthew," she stepped closer to me.
My heart began to race. Where was this going? "What?"
She stared up at me and bit her lip. And that's when I really noticed her lips. And I seemed to be fully aware that I had lips as well. And hers never looked more attractive than in that moment when she bit her bottom one.
She stayed quiet, then looked down to break the eye contact.
"What?" I repeated, lowering my voice.
"I was, um..." She said, still not looking at me.
I took my hand and placed it under her chin to make her look at me. She looked confused and a little worried. I wondered what she was thinking. I waited, but she never finished her sentence.
"You were what?" I urged her to continue.
Instead though, she brought her hand up and placed it on the side of my face. I had taken my hand away from her chin already a few seconds before and I didn't feel like it was anything serious when I touched her. But now she was touching me. Her thumb rubbed gently over my cheek bone several times.
I felt like I stopped breathing. I was just literally holding my breath. And I felt myself moving even closer to her. And before I knew it I had dropped the blanket on the floor between us, and we were both moving closer to each other.
She pulled at the front of my shirt and squeezed at my chest. Not knowing exactly what she wanted, I held onto her waist. Her curves reminded me that she was still quite young for being a mom. And that was my whole point in liking her, because she was a young mom. I didn't know why it turned me on so much, but it did. More than the hot brunette who got me and my best friend off only hours ago.
I leaned my head down as I noticed her looking up at me. Maybe she was changing her mind. And maybe she wouldn't tease me again. She would give me what we both wanted.
But suddenly, before our lips connected, she looked down, having me kiss the top of her head instead.
I let out a slow breath of air I had been holding in. And I was disappointed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"I wish you'd stop having to say that." I told her.
"I know this is wrong but," She stopped, not knowing how to finish her thought.
"It's worse if you keep leading me on like this." I told her honestly.
"I'm sorry," she repeated.
"I know," I sighed and stepped away from her. She looked at anything but me, clearly feeling embarrassed yet again.
"It's alright, Mrs. Young." I assured.
She bent down and picked up the blanket I had dropped then handed it to me. "If you need a third blanket, you know where one is." She told me, nodding her head towards the bottom shelves.
I held the one she had handed me tightly in my hands. "I think I'm set."
***
After getting me out of her bedroom, Mrs. Young had shut her door and turned her light out. I walked up the dark hallway and glanced into Michael's room as I passed it. He still wasn't home and I didn't think he would be all night. Lucky him. And lucky Anna. I switched his bedroom light out and headed for the first floor.
I could have slept in his room, but with my luck, he probably would end up coming home at the butt crack of dawn to wake me up so he could go back to sleep.
The couch was my best bet.
And as I lay there, Mrs. Young's request kept popping into my thoughts.
"If you need a third blanket, you know where one is." She had said.
Did that mean she really wanted me to come back upstairs or was that just an approval for me to get a third blanket if I needed one?
And either way, I'd probably end up being disappointed. Because if she had actually wanted me to come back upstairs, she would stop me when we were getting too far into anything. And I knew I wouldn't need a third blanket, not even the second one, so going back upstairs was just out of the question all together.
But what if she really meant for me to come back upstairs? And maybe she wouldn't stop. Maybe she would give me another blowjob. Or more.
I sat up, throwing the single blanket off of me. I was hot just thinking about whether Mrs. Young wanted to do anything. It was my last night here for the weekend and it was just the two of us in the house. When would we ever get that chance again if we actually wanted to do something?
"Fuck it," I said to myself, getting up off the couch.
I felt a weird pang hit the bottom of my stomach as I reached the middle of the stairs. I continued the walk all the way to the top despite that.
I slowed my pace as I walked up the hallway. Her door seemed to be farther away from me than normal. The dark crack under the door let me know that her lights were still off and she was probably asleep.
I let out a breath of hair as I held onto her bedroom door handle. The steel was cold against the palm of my hand I noticed before quietly opening the door.
I peeked inside as I opened the door wider. The room felt warmer than it did in the hallway. I took a step inside before changing my mind. I was already this far. I wasn't going back downstairs to ponder over what could be happening.
I closed the door back quietly and waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark room. I could hear Mrs. Young's soft breathing from the bed. I advanced closer to her, making sure not to step on anything that would make an alarming noise. Even though her bedroom floor was almost completely spotless. I think that was another thing I liked about her, besides her being a mom; she kept her shit clean.
I froze in my tracks as I watched her turn over on her back. A small moan escaped from her throat, then her breathing was soft again.
She looked so peaceful laying there. She had put her hair up in a messy bun like it had been last night. I liked it better when it was down and wet while we were playing on the Xbox. I had an uncontrollable urge to pull her hair. I had watched many porno's with Michael when we were a little younger where a guy would be yanking at the girls hair as he fucked her. I remember never seeing anything more sexier when I was that age and watching some of the first porn introduced to me because of Michael. We never jacked off together. It had crossed my mind on whether or not we should; if it would have been wrong. If Michael had ever suggested that we should, then I wouldn't have a problem with it. I looked up to him, even though he was a little younger than I was. By only a few months, but still. He just seemed like he knew more about things. He was always the more outgoing one or the one to step up to do something before me. We had stopped watching porn together a long time ago. I think it got weird after awhile when we got more of age and our boners were more noticeable through ours pants. I didn't see how sharing Anna together like we had was any different though.
After reaching the side of Mrs. Young's bed, I slowly took a seat on the mattress. Her breasts were rising and falling in rhythm as she breathed. I noticed her nipples were sticking out very obviously under her shirt. It took all I had to not take both of her breasts in my hands right then.
I grasped the blanket lightly and pulled it back away from her body. I was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing pants or shorts, but only panties, as she slept. They were cotton white.
I brought my hand to her thigh, gently touching her. I kept my eyes on her face in case she woke up. It felt wrong touching her and seeing her in her panties as she slept, but this same thing happened just last night, only now we were swapped.
"Hmmm," she moaned and moved her thigh closer to me, spreading her legs apart. I could feel my dick hardening in my boxers. Could feel it forming a tent.
I ran my fingers on the inner part of her thigh. Only the one closest to me for now. I knew my hands were warm so I didn't need to worry about waking her up because of cold fingers.
"Hmm, baby, I missed you." She whispered. I assumed she was still asleep and thinking I was Mr. Young.
I brought my hand to her other thigh as I leaned over and stared down at her. She had a small grin on her face as she brought her hand up to lay it beside her head. She thrusted her hips forward giving me a very generous view of the moist spot on the crotch of her panties. I could smell her and I could feel the heat coming off of her.
"Baby," She repeated, almost sounding frustrated. I could only imagine how sexually frustrated this woman was with her husband gone the majority of the time and her sons friends coming in and out of the house all the time.
"How much did you miss me?" I asked, making sure I kept my voice low and calm. I switched back to rubbing the thigh closest to me again and waited to see if she would answer back.
She thrusted her hips higher this time, pressing her head deep into her pillow. "Hmmm," she moaned, gyrating her hips towards a hand that wasn't even there yet.
I was feeling anxious. Very nervous. What if she noticed it was me? She would kick me out of her room. Maybe out of her house.
"You always tease me, baby," she whispered. I raised my eyebrows. Now we were getting somewhere. Teasing never sounded so good. And I was about to take advantage of it. Big time.
"I thought you liked being teased?" I said, bringing my hand up to her stomach, feeling her curves and how smooth her skin was.
"Mmmm, it's torture," she replied.
"You like teasing me," I reminded her.
"I've never teased you, baby," she said, reminding me that I was supposed to be acting like her husband. But I didn't want that.
"You like teasing your sons friends," I bravely said.
"I don't," she denied.
I moved closer to her, almost hovering over her now. "You like teasing Matt," I told her, "don't you?"
She shook her head, and thrusted her hips forward, rubbing her crotch against my leg. I could feel how wet she was. How hot.
"Matthew teases me," she replied.
"Fucking bullshit," I whispered, running my lips across her forehead. "You tease me."
She shook her head. I noticed her eyes were closed tight and she continued to try and find something to rub her crotch against.
"Baby," She said.
"What do you want?" I asked, making sure to sound like myself.
"I want you," She said. My heart about stopped when I saw her open her eyes half way. She brought her hand up and placed it on the side of my face to bring me closer to her.
"You do?" I asked, making sure she really knew that I wasn't her husband, but just her sons best friend. The friend whose dick she gladly sucked the night before.
Before either of us could say another word, our lips met. We both held our breath, anticipating what might come after. I felt her fingers run through my hair.
I was the first to pull away from the almost seemingly innocent peck. "Mrs. Young,"
She pulled me back down to her before I could say anything else. I felt her tongue brush against my bottom lip as she made sure to keep her hands on the back of my head. I felt her pull my hair gently then suddenly rough, making my dick pulse very noticeably against her thigh.
"Hmmmmm," she replied with a moan as she rubbed her crotch against my leg roughly one time. "Go down," she told me quickly as our lips some-how separated.
"Down?" I repeated, not sure what she was asking me.
"Down," she nodded, her eyes almost completely shut. I felt her hand trail down my chest. Dead center, then her finger tips slowly sliding down my happy trail. "All the way down."
I pulled away from her, not believing that she was asking me to go down on her when last night she wouldn't even take her top off. I felt like I was dreaming. Having a very dirty dream indeed.
She almost was forcefully pushing my head down her body. And I quickly obliged because I knew 'no' was not going to be an answer. And I would have been a fool to say no to such a simple request that any real man could do. I was going to make sure she enjoyed herself. I was going to eat my best friends mother out.
I slowly ran my lips down her stomach; or as slow as she would allow my to go until she finally pushed me down far enough for her liking.
She thrusted her hips forward again, rubbing her pantie covered pussy over my lips and nose.
"Fuck," I whispered, grabbing her thighs from underneath to pull her to my face. I was going to make her shake with pleasure.
"Matthew," She moaned, gripping at the sheets.
And just like that, I woke up. I rubbed my eyes, realizing I was still down stairs laying on the couch. But now, I was sporting a fully erect cock under my blanket.
I pulled the blanket off, wondering when I had fallen asleep and started dreaming about Mrs. Young. I thought about how stupid it was, really. That would have never really happened. I almost felt crushed. I had unconsciously just teased myself.
There was a wet spot on the front of my boxers from where I'd already started to precum. I pulled my boxers down like I had last night and slowly jerked myself. I rested one of my arms behind my head, thinking about when Mrs. Young had interrupted my jerk off last night. I'd never been so happy to be interrupted in my life.
I stopped going full speed when I heard the front door handle jiggle. Michael was just now getting home. I looked at the clock and it was 4 in the morning. I pulled my boxers back up and turned on my side so my dick was between me and the back of the couch. I felt it pulsing against my stomach.
Michael finally got the door open and I heard him walk in. "Shhh," he whispered, "Matt's sleeping on the couch."
"I want him to come up to your room too," I heard a female voice. I knew it was Anna. But I was confused why she came back with Michael.
"He's out cold. We can have more fun just the two of us."
"Please," I listened as she begged. I heard Michael sigh with almost pleasure. I could only imagine where she was touching him and what she was doing to him.
"He's not very friendly when he's woken up." Michael warned her. I could smell the two of them. Knew they had been smoking and fucking some more after I had left them. I couldn't blame them. I knew what it felt like. At least they could have each other. And not feel bad about it. It's not like what they were doing was forbidden.
think he'll like the way I wake him up," Anna insisted. I heard her foot steps getting closer to the couch. I tried to keep my breathing even to make sure she didn't know I was awake.
"What are you doing?" Michael almost raised his voice. I heard him moving closer as well.
"I'm just having a little fun," she replied. I felt her hand being placed on my hip. She pulled at my boxers, making my body turn her way some.
"Careful," Michael spoke up again, "you'll make him fall of the couch."
She some how got me on my back again. I felt my dick still tenting in my boxers. I tried to ignore it and keep my breathing steady.
"See," Anna commented, "look how hard he is. He's probably dreaming about what we did earlier." If only they knew what I had really been dreaming about.
Michael stayed quiet, and I waited for Anna to say something else, but she never did. Instead I felt her hand reach over my boxers to rub my very stiff dick. Her hand was gentle as she massaged me.
"Anna, we can't do this out in the open. My mom could walk down." Michael whispered.
'Let her,' I thought. she'd probably get jealous. I heard Anna moan and she tightened her grip on my cock. I knew Michael was most likely touching her. Fingering her.
"I just want to see if he'll wake up angry or happy." Anna teased.
"He'd be insane to wake up angry. You know how it's gonna end." I could hear the reluctance in Michael's voice. He really wanted Anna all for himself. Even she knew that. It was obvious. The jealousy was clear in his voice. But her hand was already around my dick. Who was I to stop her? It would probably embarrass her more than anything. That's probably why Michael wasn't saying anything either.
"I just want to see for myself." I felt her warm breath coming through my boxers. And then her mouth covered the side of my dick through the material. Her tongue was doing wonders and felt just as good as skin contact.
I gave up on pretending to be asleep. It was only Anna and Michael. I didn't feel like I should fake it. I placed my hand on Anna's, which was resting on my stomach. I could see the outline of her head and how she slowed her movements to glance up at me. I could see her teeth shining slightly as she smiled and muffled a quiet giggle. "He's awake," she said.
I looked at the both of them with questioning eyes, wanting them to elaborate on why they had come back.
"Anna, wanted to come back with me," Michael explained. As he was, I could feel Anna pulling my dick out of the hole in the front of my boxers.
"Hmm," I groaned, replying to him and for Anna to continue.
I put my arm behind my head again and placed my other one back on Anna's hand still on my stomach.
"I couldn't wait until the next time." Anna told me, kissing up the side of my still very excited dick. Her mouth opened wide and I could see her eye brows raise slightly, like she was almost in pain. Or more likely pleasure. I could see Michael sitting on the ground behind her, his face happily glued to her back side.
"Oh fuck," she whispered, grinding herself back into his face. She squeezed my cock, and began to slowly jerk me off with her mouth still wide open from the tongue doing wonders inside of her.
Her mouth quickly went to my balls as she started stroking as fast as she possibly could. But I loved it when she would slowly build up to it. Like Mrs. Young had done.
"Slow down," I whispered, moving my hand to her hair to pull her away from my balls. A loud pop echoed around the living room, then Anna's heavy breathing followed. "You're gonna make me cum too soon." I added.
"I want it to be a quickie," she told me, clearly still enjoying Michael's face behind her.
"Ohh, no no no, don't stop" she said, moving back further.
"Hmmm," I heard Michael's muffled voice behind her. The slurping noises he was making didn't go unnoticed either.
She sighed, relaxing again as Michael practically stuck his face in between her ass cheeks.
I put my hand on the side of her face to remind her that I was still there waiting for her to go on. I imagined her being Michael's mom. I could barley see her, though she looked some-what tinier than Mrs. Young, I was still turned on by my thought.
Anna gladly took a firm grip around me again and began stroking me. Mainly near the top instead of my entire length. I took her hand, showing her the way I wanted her to do it. She acted like she had the experience, and maybe she had been around a lot, but I liked it a certain way.
"What do you want?" I heard her ask as she moved her mouth to the head of my dick. Her tongue barley snaked out, touching the tip then she moved away again.
I took hold of the base of my pole and tipped it down closer to her mouth, "Open your mouth," I told her.
Not clearly being able to see, I put my other hand on the back of her head and pulled her closer to me. I felt her lips smear against the head of my dick and her tongue was out as she tried to lick my shaft. She was being sloppy, like any drunk girl would be in this situation.
"Hmm," she moaned, sounding pleased that I was taking control. I pulled her head closer until I felt her mouth open and I slid right in. Her tongue was out of her mouth sliding down the underside of my cock. I kept pulling her down until I couldn't fit anymore. "Ughmfmmh," Anna gagged on me. Her hand was tightly gripping my thigh but I kept her head still. "Hgmmhm," she groaned." I felt her tongue touching my balls as I tried to see if I could pull her closer. Her throat tightened around me and she coughed and I let her go. She pulled back, gagging and coughing, taking long deep breaths.
"Come back here," I grabbed her head again to pull her back down. She reluctantly went along, letting me slide myself all the way in until her tongue was licking my balls again. She seemed to be liking how she could be deep throating me and licking my sack at the same time. It was the first time a girl had ever done it to me actually, and I liked Anna for trying it as I controlled her head.
I let her head go for about the 8th time and she slowly pulled back. She was getting used to it. I pulled her half way back down and back up then let her go to do it on her own. I rested my head back on the pillow and glanced at Michael. He was now on his knees still fingering Anna from behind, holding his dick in his other hand, slowly stroking himself. I watched him sit up until he was lined up perfectly behind her. He licked his fingers and rubbed at Anna's pussy once again and slowly pushed himself inside of her.
Anna's sucking pace slow down as she noticed a very welcoming intruder. She loudly popped my dick from her mouth and looked back at Michael as he slowly thrusted in and out of her. She stroked my dick in rhythm with Michael's gentle thrusts. She went faster when Michael did and she squeezed my dick tighter when he hit the right spot.
"Ahh," she moaned as quietly as she could when he did.
"Go faster," she pleaded, still looking at Michael. He gladly picked up his speed. No hesitation. I noticed he was always straight to the point with things. He never teased or questioned something the normal person would.
Now having what she wanted, Anna turned back to the hardened toy in her hand and quickly began to suck and jerk me off at the same time.
"Yeah," I heard Michael repeating over a few times as he breathed out heavily. "Fuck yeah," he would add in.
Anna pulled away from me again, like she couldn't handle being fucked and sucking at the same time. She laid her head in between my legs and sucked one of my balls into her mouth and stroked my dick slowly as she took the pounding Michael was roughly giving her.
He took almost all of her hair with one of his hands and pulled her head back, making my nut pop out of her mouth. She kept a strong hold on my dick, stroking it when she could concentrate on it.
"Ahhh," Anna moaned quite loudly. I was sure Mrs. Young would have heard it upstairs if she were awake.
"Shhhh," Michael slowed down, warning her to be quiet.
I could see her mouth hanging wide open as Michael kept her hair pulled back close to him. Her breath was heavy and desperate.
"Don't slow down," she begged as she began to stroke my cock again.
"Keep her quiet, Matt," Michael joked as he began to quicken his pace again. I sat up and moved to the middle of the couch where Anna's head was. I held onto her head after Michael released her hair from his hands. I tapped the tip of my dick on her lips, smearing some of my precum in with her saliva stained, pink lips. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, letting me slap it a few times. I thrusted forward halfway, holding the sides of her head.
Michael was going all out behind her, giving her the pounding of her life. She was being forced on my dick without any effort from the two of us. I liked how rough Michael was being with her. I liked that someone could have that much control over someone.
He held onto her hips and I tried to thrust in tune with him so we would both be inside of her at the same time, but he was going way to fast and I couldn't do that to the poor girls throat. I just wasn't in to that and I had a feeling Anna wasn't either. At least not with the end I was working with, because she seemed to be all for what Michael was doing.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes..." Anna repeated when she was finally able to pull her mouth off of my dick.
"Matt," Michael warned me. I pulled Anna's head back down and stuffed her throat with my meat. She gagged but gladly obeyed as I guided her head the way I liked it.
I made her deep throat me again and soon she was doing it by herself as she tried to keep her moans quiet.
I'd actually hoped that somehow Mrs. Young would hear the three of us down stairs in her living room. I wondered if she would be mad or turned on. At this point, I didn't know how I looked in her eyes. If she saw me as her sons weird, annoying best friend who she had to act a certain way around, or someone she found attractive no matter if I was her sons friend or not.
"I'm about to cum," Michael announced as he kept his thrusting almost too fast for Anna to handle.
"Hmmm," She moaned before she tried to pull away from my cock. I held her head down quickly before she could pull away. She gagged as I pushed her back down and swallowed my cock half way down her throat.
"Fuck," Michael groaned making each one of his thrusts more powerful than the last. His grip on Anna's hips looked almost painful as he took his final thrusts inside her.
I could feel Anna forcefully pulling away from me now. "You fucking came in me," She said, sounding shocked.
"You said you were on the pill," Michael replied, stopping all together. He pulled himself out of Anna, put kept a firm hold on her hips.
"I never said that," she raised her voice. I felt her hand tighten at the base of my cock as her anger rose.
"I swear you did. Why would you let me fuck you without a condom?" Michael replied, trying to calm her down. Which was not the best thing to say if he was aiming to reason with her.
My dick was sadly released as it flopped back, hitting my stomach. I could feel my heart pulsing through it as I stayed at full mass, waiting to get off.
Anna stood up, pulling her clothes back on in a hurry.
"Anna," Michael grabbed her arm, pulling his pants up, "why would I cum in you if I hadn't thought you were on the pill?"
"You're an idiot," She said, jerking her arm out of his grip then headed for the door. I innocently held my cock and rubbed at the head, wondering how the hell this was ruined as quick as it was. Michael looked down at me, almost looking guilty as he zipped his pants and buttoned them, "Sorry, man," and then he was rushing out the front door just as fast to keep up with Anna. The door slammed shut, making me jump. It had been so quiet I wasn't expecting any loud noises.
"Shit," I cursed, looking down at my hard dick. I didn't even feel like I was close to cumming and I was already getting sore because of how frequently I had been getting hard in the last few hours without getting off completely.
I stood up from my seat on the couch and tried sticking my dick back through the hole in my boxers. Not wanting it to tent, I let it nuzzle under the waist band. I could see a few inches sticking out at the top, like it wanted to remind me that it was still there, still hard, and still wanting to be played with.
I thought long and hard about it for several minutes. And when I realized that Michael probably wasn't coming back any time soon, I built up my courage and headed for the stairs. My dick was driving me, controlling me. The pure horniness was the only thing I could blame it on.
I rubbed myself through my boxers as I made it to the second floor. I could have turned back at any time. Could have jerked off on the couch down stairs. Came all over the clean blanket Mrs. Young gave me so she could see it in the morning and wash it again. But I didn't. I went straight for her bedroom door. Just like in my dream, I grabbed the cold handle and turned it, pushing forward into the room. It was warm like I thought it would be inside.
Mrs. Young was on the right side of the bed laying on her stomach. The covers were thrown off of her indicating that she had woken up at some point to push them off. It made me wonder if she heard us downstairs.
I quietly closed the door behind me and made my way further into the room towards Mrs. Young. Her right leg was bent up further than I thought she could possibly bend it, while her left was straight, hiding her foot under the covers at the end of the bed. She was wearing shorts instead of white cotton panties that I had dreamed she would sleep in. Instead of a t-shirt, I noticed she was wearing a white tank top. I saw no sign of bra straps underneath either. This made my cock pulse, lifting the waist band for a second it was so strong.
I looked down, noticing how my cock was almost trying to point to Mrs. Young and telling me "I want that."
Her hair was down like it had been before we parted our ways to go to bed. I continued to rub my dick through my boxers. Mrs. Young was hugging her pillow. Her face was clearly visible to me as she was facing where I was standing. I adjusted my dick and swiftly pulled it back through the hole in my boxers again. I stroked myself slowly as I looked down at the amazing woman sleeping in front of me. It was almost a shame that I was going to wake her up.
I quickly got over it.
I stepped closer, slapping my cock back and forth in my hand in case I could get it any harder before trying to wake her up.
I took one of my hands and gently touched her face. I moved some of her hair out of the way then touched her smooth lips. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me. I stroked my cock a few more times so she would noticed I had it out. That I was hard. She needed to know why I was in her room.
"Matthew?" She questioned, clearly sounding confused and sleepy.
"Jenny," I started, saying her name for the first time since she's asked me to stop saying it.
"What are you doing?" She sounded more awake once she realized I had my dick out and it was hard.
"I just need help," I calmly stated.
She sat up all the way, "Matthew, you can't do that. It's wrong. Put yourself away."
"It hurts," I stepped closer to the bed, stroking myself slowly, flopping my dick up and down and back and forth. I guess in some way trying to make myself look good for her. I don't know. I was just horny.
"What?" She asked.
"It's sore," I explained, "It won't go away. I've been hard for hours, Mrs. Young."
"Matthew, you can take care of this yourself."
I shook my head, "I can't. I've been trying. I couldn't get off when I knew there was someone upstairs who could help me." I gave a small fib.
"I can't do that," she told me, giving me a sad look.
I continued to stroke my dick as she sat in front of me. I looked down and slapped it a couple times in my hand as if it were a weapon of some sort. When I looked back up, I caught Jenny staring at it.
"I'm not asking for much, Mrs. Young," I said. "and it's your fault..."
"My fault...?"
"You've teased me all weekend. This," I motioned toward my cock, "is all on you."
"You know I didn't do it on purpose," She said.
"Really?" I questioned as I continued jerking off in front of her. "You didn't come down stairs last night and suck my dick on accident."
"Matthew,"
"No," I interrupted, and thrusted forward, making her move back some. "You sucked me off out of no where last night. Which was amazing by the way, and I thank you for it, I really do, but you can't do something like that out of the blue and not talk or do anything else about it afterwards. You're killin' me here, come on," I complained, looking down at my dick. I was leaking an abnormal ammount of precum for me.
"We shouldn't do this." She spoke up after a moment of watching me stroke myself. After listening to me beg for something I shouldn't have ever had to beg for when she started this. "I should have never done what I did last night, Matthew. I'm sorry. I wish I could take it back. I've told you this."
"I really wish you would follow-up."
"We've talked about this. I've apologized and I've told you I shouldn't have. I was wrong."
"No, you were right then. You're wrong right now. Why can't we do this for each other? What is so wrong about this?"
"I'm married, Matthew," She said, getting defensive. "You're my sons best friend. Did you ever think about how Michael would feel about this if he ever found out."
"Did you?!"
Mrs. Young stayed quiet. I wasn't stroking myself anymore. I was more into the argument now and I wasn't going to stop arguing.
"I didn't think about it at the time." She finally said. "But I am now. And I know it's wrong if we continue."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head at her. She was never going to change her mind.
"One of us has to be the responsible one here. You're so young, Matthew." She said. "What do you want with a worn out mom like me?"
"You're so beautiful." I told her. "And I've noticed it since I can remember. And you're a mom and you still look young. Not worn out. I mean look at you," I gestured toward her body, "it's you. Why wouldn't I want something to do with you?"
"You know how to be charming enough to have your way with girls. You're one of the boys I would be nervous about if I had a daughter." She said after a moment of thought.
"Well it's good you don't have to be nervous about that. You just have to be nervous about yourself."
I made her chuckle and she leaned forward. I stepped back because of how close she was.
"Why'd you step away? I thought you wanted this." She said.
"Well you don't. I was just being nice." I said, fixing my boxers and adjusting my cock back inside out of her view.
"Stop," She said, grabbing my wrists. She moved even closer to me from the bed and dangled her legs off of the side. "I don't know why I'm doing this," she commented as she glanced up at me.
"You know it feels right." I said, my heart picking up in beats when I realized what was about to happen. I felt both of her hands touching my waist and she pulled me closer to her. Her soft feet rested on top of mine. They were warm and some how keeping me balanced. She stared up at me, moving her mouth towards the lower part of my stomach. She ran her lips down the side of my happy trail. And kissed in random places.
"Oh my god," I whispered, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. I kept my arms to my side, wanting her to take control. I figured it was only fair because she was older. It didn't seem right any other way.
"Matthew," she whispered, making sure I could feel her hot breath on my skin. "Matt,"
I looked down at her. Her hands began sliding up my thighs starting at my knees. She went slowly, adding pressure randomly once her hands disappeared under my boxers. Before she took hold of my rigid shaft, she took both of her hands back out slowly, smiling an evil smile up at me. stayed up for the rest of the night after coming back down stairs. There was no way I could go to sleep. I thought about every little detail of what Mrs. Young and I had done. I had gone into the bathroom down stairs to relieve myself when I couldn't stand it any longer. It had never felt so good to jerk off after holding off for so long.
I went back upstairs to knock on Michael's door to let him know that I had 'made it home'. He told me that he walked Anna home after he talked her down from what he had done. I really didn't want too much detail about the situation.
I started getting a very strong feeling of guilt the longer I was laying there thinking about it. I was messing around with my best friends mom. My best friend. I was basically ruining what family trust he thought he had. The feeling of being attracted to Mrs. Young was stronger though.
I couldn't just stop now after everything. And it all happened so fast. Plus adding Michael and Anna with the problems that were building up for me didn't help either. I at least had to cut the line there to keep Michael happy about something in case shit hit the fan later on. I couldn't be involved with Anna like she wanted me to. It wouldn't work.
I was still wide awake when 8 o'clock rolled around. I found myself either staring at the clock or the ceiling. Either way I was thinking about the mess I had somehow put myself in which was quickly passing the time.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when I heard someone coming down the stairs. I stayed where I was on the couch and saw Mrs. Young walk up behind it to look down at me. She didn't seem too surprised to see that I was awake. I wondered if she stayed up the rest of the night like I had too.
"Get dressed," she said in a soft voice. "We'll go for a drive." She then began walking towards the kitchen.
I sat up to speak quietly before she got too far away. "What about..."
"Michael will be in bed at least until after noon." She assured me and continued her path to the kitchen.
Without any further questions I sat up, stretched, and pulled my pants on. I grabbed my shirt off the back of the couch and slid it over my head as well.
I heard Mrs. Young in the kitchen taking all the clean dishes out of the dish washer and putting them away in the cabinets.
I slipped my vans on and tied the strings before standing up. I slowly walked towards the kitchen. Mrs. Young was facing away from me as I approached. She had her hair tied back into a loose bun like she hadn't tried to look good at all. But she looked amazing. She had dark purple skirt on that stopped right at her knees and a tight fit white shirt. She was dressed to go out into the public and I was going with her.
"You ready?" She asked when she turned around.
I nodded, scratching the back of my neck as she grabbed her purse off one of the chairs at the bar.
We walked out of the front door together and headed for her car. She drove a black ford focus. The inside of the car was always clean and smelt of lemon and mango due to the air fresheners.
She backed out of her parking spot in front of the house and drove the correct speed limit up the street. I felt awkward sitting in the quiet car with her. I didn't know if I should bring up anything that happened.
"Did you sleep?" She suddenly asked.
I glanced at her as she focused on the road before us. Though she couldn't see me, I shook my head, "Not at all."
She did not reply after that and we sat in silence for many minutes before I decided to speak. "Where are we going?"
"I just needed to pick up a few things from the store." She told me. "Is that okay?" She grinned over at me.
I smiled back, "Yeah, it's fine."
***
As we walked side-by-side into the grocery store, I grabbed a shopping cart and pushed it along. Mrs. Young placed her purse where you would normally sit your kid so he couldn't run off.
I followed close behind her with the cart. We made our way over to the fruits and vegetables. She picked up some lettuce and a little further down picked up a package of white sliced cheese.
I continued behind her as we passed the bread and she felt the freshness of it before placing it in the shopping cart.
She grazed up against me as she walked around me to go down one of the aisles. I grinned, feeling like she had done it intentionally.
I looked her up and down as she was far enough ahead of me for me to do so. Her ass swayed as she slowly walked by the chocolate syrup bottles. I felt something stir in the crotch of my jeans as I continued to stare. Thoughts of last night popping into my head all on their own. No control. I leaned against the shopping cart as I followed Mrs. Young. She picked up a box of cocoa mix and placed it in the cart. Hot chocolate never seemed so appealing.
***
As we were checking out, I helped pick up the heavier things to be scanned. I noticed the short, blond girl about my age quickly bagging all of the groceries and putting them back in the shopping cart. She wasn't making eye contact with either of us. I thought her shyness was kind if cute. I gave her one last look before Mrs. Young and I walked out of the store with the groceries.
"I think that girl in there liked you." Mrs. Young said as we loaded all the groceries into the trunk of her Focus.
"What?" I exclaimed, shaking my head, "highly doubt it."
"Come on she was definitely blushing, she couldn't even look you in the eye."
"She was alright," I said, trying to drop the subject. I pushed the shopping cart across the lot to place it in the cart corral, then made my way back to Mrs. Young's car. She was already sitting inside and had started it.
We were almost back to the house when I noticed that we hadn't really spoken at all since I had gotten in the car. I felt the need to say something.
"What are you making for dinner?" I asked, deciding to go the simple route.
"Bacon sandwiches." She replied. "I used to make them all the time for Michael's dad before he started his job."
The mentioning of her husband quite frankly put me down. It was just another reminder that everything that had happened between the two of us was very wrong.
"Are you staying for dinner?" She decided to ask since I hadn't said anything else.
"Yeah," I replied, "bacon sandwiches sound great."
We were silent for a few more moments before Mrs. Young spoke up again. "Matthew, we really need to talk about what happened last night."
I swallowed hard, kind of surprised she actually brought it up on her own.
I nodded, "Yeah, we do."
She was mostly paying attention to the road with an occasional glance my way. "I want to know what you're thinking."
"I have a lot of mixed thoughts right now honestly." I replied.
"Are you feeling guilty too?" She asked.
I looked at her. I really looked at her. How could she even ask me that without knowing the answer. "Michael's my best friend."
"I know," she said, trying to tell if I was angry or upset. "He's my son."
"I don't want to ruin anything, but..." I paused, thinking what I'd be stopping.
"Yeah," she spoke up. "But."
We both clearly understood what that 'but' meant. It meant even though Michael was my best friend or he was Mrs. Young's son, the but was the pleasure. And deciding if we wanted to drop it and forget about it.
"I can't believe I've put myself in this situation." Mrs. Young said. I figured maybe more for herself, but I replied anyway.
"You're not the only one in it."
"I know," she said. "I've just heard about this with other women I've known and seeing tv shows, it's just overwhelming that I'm apart of that."
She was obviously going through some kind of realization that I had already gone through on the first night. I found it amusing.
"I mean it's just me. I'm just younger than what you would normally go for." I commented.
"Go for?" She questioned, "Matthew, I'm a married woman. I don't go for anyone. I've never went out of my way to cheat on Michael's dad. This is not me. I don't know how to explain it."
"You don't have to." I told her.
***
When we finally arrived back at the house, Michael was still is bed. I didn't think he'd be waking up for a few more hours since he hadn't got in until early this morning.
It gave me a little more time with Mrs. Young for myself.
We put all the grocies away together. She had turned the radio on that was nailed to the wall. I remember when Mr. Young had put it there 4 years ago.
I watched Jenny as she made sure she kept out specific items, it looked like she was making those sandwich she had promised earlier. She left the bacon out on the counter and turned the electric stove on. Her hips seemed to sway as we listened to the radio. The song was up beat. I recalled hearing it once before but couldn't place it.
"Michael's dad and I used to dance to this all the time," she commented after glancing my way. I think she was making sure I was watching her.
"Really," I was surprised. "I can't really see him as the dancing type."
"He is." She grinned at me.
"Ah come on, he's probably not that great." I teased.
"Oh really, and you? You think you'd be any better?" She replied, trying to challenge me.
"Are you kidding me? I know a few moves." I said.
"What? How to touch a girl when she's grinding on you?" She laughed. "Sorry to disappoint you, but that is not dancing."
"Sure it is," I said.
She shook her head, still laughing, "No."
"Okay then, show me." I stood up straight. This song is like tango or something, right?"
"Matthew, do you even know how to tango."
"I just know that it takes two to do it." I smirked.
Mrs. Young grinned and shook her head at my choice of words. "The essence of tango is something you feel, not something you do."
"How did you learn?" I asked.
"I learned years ago from an old friend in college." She informed me. It made me think of what she looked like when she was younger. The perverted side of my mind seemed to be very pleased with what it came up with.
"Well, teach me." I urged her on.
"Maybe later, Matthew." She shot me down, finally putting the bacon in the skillet. It sizzled quite audibly.
I moved in closer behind her and slowly placed my hands on her hips. She glanced back at me, trying to see what obeys doing. I felt the bottom if her skirt against the legs of my jeans. The skirt felt smooth and I could easily lift it.
I moved in closer behind her, feeling her ass against my groin. She looked back at me, almost as if she were warning me.
"Why don't you put a few prices of bread in the toaster for me." She said.
I moved away from her and grabbed the bread she bought from the store. I took out two pieces and dropped them in the toaster setting on the bar in the middle if the kitchen. I leaned my back against the counter to have a better view if Mrs. Young's backside. She pulled off a strip of bacon from the skillet and placed it on a plate with a paper towel to drain most of the grease.
She left the stove and went for the fridge to grab the lettuce and tomatoes. I crossed my arms feeling myself harden the more I watched her. I could feel my bulge straining against the front if my jeans.
When Mrs. Young turned around I saw her gaze going straight to the view I was using no effort to hide. She slowed as she stood near me, placing everything she had in her hands on the counter behind me.
"Matthew," she said. I didn't know if she was upset or happy.
"Jenny," I replied. Her eyes met mine with the sound of her name. She was standing directly in front of me now.
Her eyes ran down my shirt and stopped at the bulge. I wasn't completely hard yet. But knowing that she was acknowledging my dick was making it grow even more.
I decided to be brave, reaching out my hand to grab the back if her neck. She easily moved closer to me. I leaned down not giving her the chance to pull away before landing my lips to hers. I felt her jump. She wasn't expecting it at all. Her hands shot up to my chest and I felt her pushing at me, then she would stop herself. Almost as if she were fighting with herself. She didn't know what she wanted.
Her stomach lined up with my dick and I could feel her against me. I sucked her bottom lip in between mine, making a moan slip from deep within her. She had been holding it back.
I was surprised when she forcefully moved away. She only moved two steps back but the distance was too far considering how close she just was. I was fully hard now. My cock had grown down my right pant leg. She looked down at it before taking another step back.
"The bacon," she explained, quickly taking off the rest if the bacon before it burned. She added more strips of bacon before hesitantly coming back to me.
I grabbed her again, gentler this time, bringing our lips back together. Her hands came up to my shoulders and somehow found their way into my hair.
She pulled at it when she was aware of where one of my hands was headed. I was prepared for her to pull away, but hoped that she wouldn't.
I maneuvered my hand to the bottom of her skirt and slowly let my hand explore under it. I squeezed her thigh as my hand went higher. I sighed at feeling the heat. I just wanted to touch her.
"Matthew," she whispered, stopping our kiss. Her forehead rested against mine. Her fingers were still in my hair. My other hand was wrapped around her waist like I was afraid she would pull away.
She sighed hot breath across my lips when my finger brushed against the crotch of her damp panties. I heard her shoes shuffle on the floor. She was widening her stance to open her legs for me. Before I could touch her again though, I felt pressure on my shoulders from her hands. She was trying to push me down to the floor.
"Down," she breathed out. I looked into her eyes seeing only complete lust. I obeyed her, sliding down to the ground. I landed on my ass, looking up at her for direction.
She lifted her skirt for me and let it fall down over my head. My lighting was dimmed but I could still see what I wanted to see. Her damp white panties displayed right in front of my face. Her womanly smell up close and personal. My hard on was aching in my jeans and I wanted nothing more than to set it free. I ignored it though. I had something much more important standing over me.
I felt Mrs. Young's hand grabbing at my head. She forcefully pushed my mouth to the crotch of her panties. My nose rubbed against her and I attempted to snake my tongue out to taste the dampness collected in the cloth.
I heard her heavy breathing above me as she held my face against her. My hands were gripping her ankles and I slowly slid them all the way up both of her legs until I found her ass. I squeezed both of the beautiful globes in my hands, earning another heavy sigh from the woman above.
I moved aside the crotch of her panties when she finally let go of my head to give me more control. She was almost sitting on my face as I was looking up at her beautifully wet pussy. One hand still holding one of her ass cheeks and one holding back the crotch if her underwear, I brought my face closer until my lips were against her pussy lips. She moaned from the connection and I felt her lower herself to me even more. I easily licked her lips, sucking each of them into my mouth playfully before sucking on her clit.
"Oh my god," I heard her say from up above. I slowly kissed her. Making sure I licked every inch of her beautiful sex. Her hand connected with my head again. She lifted her skirt until she was able to pull on my hair once again. She seemed to like doing this.
Her heavy breathing increased as I began flicking my tongue continuously across her sensitive clit. Her hips bucked against me a few time before she stood still completely. Her grip on my hair loosened. She stood up a little straighter. I heard something metal drop on the floor and her skirt was being lifted from my head. The bright light stung my eyes. A spoon was laying in the floor and I looked back to Mrs. Young, wondering what happened.
"There's the spoon Matthew." She told me.
I gave her a confused look.
"You're always dropping silverware," I heard Michael's voice in the kitchen as well.
Oh shit.
My eyes widened and I wiped my mouth before grabbing the spoon and standing to my feet. Everything was clicking now.
"I got it," I said, placing it on the counter. I looked at Michael. He was only wearing his boxers. I sign that he had just woken up.
He didn't seem to know what he just walked in on. I glanced at Mrs. Young, but she wasn't looking at me. She was pulling apart the lettuce to clean it.
"Nice job ruining the bacon," Michael commented. "The smell woke me up."
"Oh," Mrs. Young dropped the lettuce and rushed back to the stove to take the burnt bacon from the skillet.
"How do you forget about bacon?" Michael said. He looked at me and shook his head with an amused face.
I tried to show an amused face but all I could think about was that I was the reason the bacon was burnt now.
Michael had finished eating his sandwich before I did. We were both sitting in his room killing zombies.
"What happened with Anna?" I asked.
He sighed. "She's still mad at me, but I left on somewhat good terms."
I nodded with nothing to reply with.
"Sorry you had to come out looking for me," he said after a minute. "You didn't have to."
I had to play along to keep Mrs. Young's lie going from last night going. "Yeah well your mom wanted me to so I did."
I was thinking about her again. What we did in the kitchen. I finished my sandwich and grabbed both mine and Michael's plates. I had died in the game already and Michael would be alright because we were playing on Live. "I'll take these down." I told him referring to the plates.
I hurried down the stairs and found Mrs. Young where I thought she'd be. She heard me come in the kitchen. She was loading the dishwasher. She took both of the plates from me and easily found a place for them. I leaned against the counter.
She finished up and closed the door and pressed start. The sound of water poured into the washer. She walked over beside me and leaned against the counter with me.
"Hey," she said.
I smiled down at her. Her arm was against mine. "Hey," I replied.
help in cleaning up the kitchen. This seems to surprise Mrs. Young. She is smiling more now than she had been earlier. There is a different glow about her.
The floor creaks loudly above us and out of reflex, I move away from her. The noise reminds me that we are not alone.
I wait to see if I can hear any further movement from Michael upstairs. The humming buzz of the bathroom fan comes to life through the ceiling, following the rumble of rushing water from shower.
Mrs. Young and I glance at each other at the same time with the revelation of this newly found time alone, daring the other to be the first to make some kind of move while Michael is in the shower.
What now?
It's almost three in the afternoon. The light patter of rain hitting the kitchen windows is soothing, but not as soothing as this woman's determined gaze locked on me.
"What am I supposed to do about you?" She asks, her voice so soft as she stands on the opposite side of the kitchen from me.
I'm silent and my heart leaps in my chest at hearing her borderline provocative words. A self reaction I wasn't expecting from such a seemingly innocent question.
She slowly moves toward me. My hands rest behind me on the edge of the counter as she approaches. Her eyelids look heavy even as she looks up at me. A look that your best friends mom shouldn't normally be allowed to give you.
I can feel myself getting hard from her close presence. Getting hard from just the thought of going up her skirt in the this very kitchen earlier today. Hell, the thought of that alone will do it for me for the rest of my life, I think.
We were almost caught by Michael. It was so close. I can't say I didn't enjoy the feeling of the risk. The horrified, embarrassed look on Mrs. Young's face oddly enough turned me on even more.
What was I expecting to happen? Was I going to get her off right there on the kitchen floor going up her skirt like that? Then what?
I'm supposed to be going home. My parents are coming back today. I've just been waiting on their call. The disappointment I feel. It's a bottled up feeling. Clogged would be a good word to describe it. What do I need? And her question still stands. What is she supposed to do about me?
What am I going to do about her?
"Matt?" Her voice hitches in question.
"Whatever you want." My voice comes out almost hoarse. My mouth is dry and I feel light headed in the best way.
I could come up with at least one reason for that. I'm rock hard leaning back against this counter in front of her, all the blood rushing to one place to bring it further to life, if that's at all possible.
Jenny's hand comes up to rest on my chest. My heart would jump right out if it were open. Her finger tips glide down my abdomen, lingering at the waist of my belted jeans.
My hard on is so obvious it feels like there's a third person in the room. I know it's her target right now. I want nothing more than for her to touch me there again.
"Matthew," she whispers. Her finger tips sneak just beneath my T-shirt to feel the skin there. She moves even closer to me until her body is saddled up right next to mine. I lower my head down to hers and rest there against her with closed eyes and shallow breaths.
She has to know what she is doing to me. If I could just rub my body against her I think that would set me off, quite embarrassingly. It would be that simple. I feel like I'm about to jerk off for the first time.
"Does that hurt?" She asks, fingers still teasingly touching the skin at the waist of my jeans.
I nod, although considering that it doesn't really hurt, rather my dick is letting itself be known and basically shouting, "I'm here. Touch me please!" I want to move my hips toward her from her acknowledgment of the growing pain, but I stay in place. I should behave. I don't want this to end sooner than it should.
"Hmm," she hums, fingers moving higher now underneath my shirt up to my chest. I feel the coolness of her rings on my skin there, knowing one of those is her wedding ring. Her other hand reaches for my abdomen again and rests there, feeling between the ridges of my muscles. I smile. What is she doing?
"Mrs. Young, are you feeling me up?" I ask, amused when I realize what's happening.
"Hm?" Her head raises to get a better look at my face and her expression softens when she sees mine.
"I am." She says shamelessly.
"As long as you're admitting it." I laugh lightly with her. Her cheeks are pink. It's the first time I've seen her show any kind of a flustered emotion. She's been so good at hiding what she's really feeling.
"Touch me." I request after a moment.
Even though her hands are all over me, she knows where I'm referring to. She looks down, her touch abandoning my stomach to travel more south.
She's not fast enough. Her fingers are trailing the top of my leather belt by the time I decide to make the decision. I take her hand and place it over the crotch of my jeans.
"Matthew," she scolds me, her eyes meeting mine. She's trying to show a shocked expression, but I only see the approval of a lustful one. In fact, her eyes look very glazed over. You were going to touch me there anyway, I think to myself.
"Oh, who did that?" I deflect, moving my hand away while hers stays right where I placed it.
Her eyes go wild and her smile widens. She can't believe me, that look says. Her hand holds pressure on my cock, but she makes no other movement. Her touch is so relieving; however, not even close to being enough. I want more.
"You're so different." She comments, eyes still on my face. A quizzical look directed at me.
"How so?" I say and wonder why we're still talking right now and not doing something else while we still can. Anything else!
She shrugs, "I don't know. The other day, you were my sons shy, little friend. Today you're..."
"I'm what?"
"Your Matt."
I know what she's trying to say, but it's all confusing. Ever since she "woke me up" the other night with her hand on my dick, everything has changed. It's all different now.
"Am I different to you now?" She asks, a worried look on her face.
I wonder why she is worried about that though?
I place my hand back on hers. Her fingers have started to cup around my cock now through the dark denim. My breath feels shaky and I attempt to control it before I speak again.
"Yeah, but it's good. This is good."
"How do you see me now?" She pushes.
"Are we still talking about this?" I try to tease her questioning. I roughly bring her hand against me again and feel my balls lift and return back down when I release the pressure against her.
"Matthew." She scolds me.
"Matt." I correct her.
Her hand tightens around me on her own this time. I sigh and lower my head back down to hers. I'm so hard and about all I can manage to concentrate on is her touching me.
"I see you. Much differently than before." I say. I feel like I'm putting random words together that I think will make sense, fully intending them to and trying to actually mean what I say. "Your still Michaels' mom. But your also someone I'm so attracted to. More than before. It's wrong." I pause, thinking, "But it's right." I've admitted this to her already before in a different way, but I know she wants me to say it again.
We're quiet, standing there for a few seconds. I feel one of her fingers rubbing through the denim again against my dick. It feels like my zipper is going to burst open any second from the pressure.
"This doesn't feel real," she says. She leans further into my side as we both watch her hand. I wrap my arm around her waist to keep her close.
I nudge against her playfully as her hand seems to be moving on its own accord. "It's real." I tell her.
Her eyes find mine again and she holds the stare as her hand leaves my dick. I groan, displeased. And then her hand is resting against the side of my face, forcing me to look at her.
From the hold I have her in beside me, she moves to stand just in front of me, hand still on my face, her other one on my chest. I watch her curiously. I think I would let this woman do anything to me right now. Anything she wanted. I would submit to whatever it was. A rush of random and pure pleasure shoots through me at the thought. I sigh with a shaky breath and swallow hard.
Expectedly, she comes closer to me, her eyes focused on my lips. I feel her body relax completely against mine when she kisses me. Her stomach rubs against my cock with just the right amount of friction. Before I realize what I'm doing, my hands are in her hair and I'm kissing her back.
A moan slips from her as I swap our position to guide her back against the counter in the corner.
"Matt," she's breathless watching me take control. I pull away and push down on her shoulder and she lowers down in front of me in the corner without question. My eyes are glued to her face to see her reaction while my ear is trained on the sound of the shower water still running upstairs. The noise from the running dish washer behind me to my left is also standing out. I try to keep my full focus on the noises upstairs.
Jenny's hands immediately grab at both of my thighs and her eyes are noticeably looking at the bulge in my jeans. I step closer to her, forcing her to look up and the bulge of my hard on rubs against her neck. Her mouth opens slightly and I lift my shirt up, holding it between my chin and chest so it won't be in the way and I can have the best view of her.
I step back again and her hands are on me, running up my stomach and my chest. Knowing where she'll touch me next, I close my eyes and let my head fall back. My shirt fall back down and her hands are there to raise it back up for me, groping me at the same time.
Looking back down, her fingers are unzipping my jeans and she pulls my underwear down just enough.
I sigh when my cock is finally released. She grabs it and I push her tighter into the corner. She looks like she's hiding in my shadow standing over her.
"Suck," I say, although it comes out sounding like I'm begging. I can't find any other words. It's all I want her to do right now. I've never wanted anything more than for her to suck my dick right at this second. I know what her blowjob feels like. I can practically feel her mouth on me from memory.
She doesn't take me in her mouth though. She holds my cock up against my stomach and kisses the skin there.
"Come on," I exhale impatiently. I really do feel like I'm begging again. Like we're on a timer and the bell is about to ding. Jenny is silent. She will not talk back to me. Won't acknowledge my requests or my excitement.
Even though I am standing over her, it's clear I am the one who is at her mercy. Her eyes are warning me to keep my hands to myself and let her do what she wants, as fast or as slow as she wants to do it.
This feeling almost resembles stress. The passage of time, and running out of it. The anxiety to want to release before we are inevitably no longer alone. There's also the chance of being discovered by Michael. This is not the time for her slow teasing shenanigans.
My sense of hearing feels heightened listening to Michaels' shower water upstairs. We are being so stupid right now. Risking everything for this small moment because of a strong urge that apparently both of us are really feeling right now.
That's why I can't talk myself into stopping my next move. I corner Jenny's small figure even more somehow, reaching down to grab my dick.
Her eyes give me warning again but I ignore her. I stroke myself slowly in front of her. Precum oozes from the tip of my cock and I watch Jenny's reaction change from one of warning to pure and complete desire. I don't have time to react to her moving forward and catching my precum on her flattened tongue. She looks into my eyes for a few seconds and then the connection is severed as she closes her eyes, trailing her tongue along my cock, closer to my body.
I sigh, groaning louder than I even mean to. And then she's all on me. Her mouth is underneath, her lips and tongue on my balls. The blowjob flood gates have opened and she isn't holding back anymore.
Her breath is hot against me and I close my eyes, trying to remember to listen to the shower water, but now my senses are wanting to focus on one thing, and it is not my best friend showering upstairs.
Stroking myself, I look back down. Her eyes are trained to my face again. Her entire mouth is filled with whatever she can fit of my balls.
"Oh my god," I whisper, praising her. I grind my hips forward so I am directly over top of her.
Her hands squeeze my thighs again and she switches with a loud, wet pop. One of my balls is out of her mouth only to have her engulf the other completely. She does it so effortlessly, treating it like a skill she's mastered. And she probably has.
More precum has come out at the tip of my dick. She doesn't notice until I angle my cock downward some. Her eyes catch on the shiny drop of liquid and she releases my balls from her mouth again with as just a loud pop, then raises up to take the head of my cock into her mouth.
"Ah, yes." I agree with her quick decision again.
She only keeps just the tip of me inside her mouth, but her tongue is slowly gliding underneath in just the right way. It's enough.
I have many memories engraved in my mind. A few sexual encounters to keep me entertained when I need them most; most of them containing Jenny now. But none of them, not one, will be as easy to recall as the one of me looking down at her with her lips wrapped tightly around the tip of my cock. She is truly enjoying this. I can see it across her face. Her eyes are pure lust staring up at me. She is almost sucking my cock as if it were a thumb. Her head is barely moving. She's letting her mouth do all the work.
My hands tighten on the countertop ledge in front of me. I want nothing more than to sink all the way down her throat. I know she can do it. That's what's killing me.
My heart drops when I hear the shower turning off up stairs.
I groan in disappointment. I surprisingly feel angry. I'm upset that Michael is here. It's crazy. This is his home. His mom, for Pete sake! Why am I so angry when I was just feeling guilty about all of this a couple hours earlier?
I want his mom to finish the blowjob. That's why I'm angry. I'm horny. I want to come. I need to get off.
Jenny's eyes are different now. She looks on edge and nervous. I know this is about to end. I want to take advantage of the situation while I can though. I stand up straight so I'm no longer slouching, making sure the tip of my cock stays just inside her mouth. She's watching me closely. I know she's curious. I grip my cock right outside of her lips and push forward. Her hands squeeze my thighs again and she tries to speak, but she can't.
I slide further inside her mouth, satisfied that her tongue is flat, gliding all the way underneath down my shaft as I slide in, pull out slightly, then slide back in further.
"Hm," a small objecting noise escapes from her, but she's not feeling committed enough to putting me back in my place.
The muscles of her throat constrict around me while I grind against her face. Her fingers tighten on my thighs again and she coughs. Her eyes begin to water and close, tears slide down her cheeks.
Hand placed on her forehead, I pull my cock out a few inches only to push all the way back inside. I grind my hips downward to angle my cock perfectly into her throat. How does this feel so good?
She coughs again and her hands slide down to the calves of my legs to hold onto. She taps the back of one of my legs. She wants to beg me to stop, I know she's worried about Michael discovering us, but I've been listening. The buzz of the bathroom fan is still on up there.
I don't reassure Jenny of this though. I feel her trying to swallow while I'm inside her throat and I continue grinding in and out of her mouth. My hands are firmly on top of her head. I've never had this kind of control with her before. With anyone, for that matter.
I have no business doing what I'm doing right now. But for some reason, this woman is letting me do it. And I'm allowing myself to betray my best friend.
She squeezes my leg a little harder than she has been, and by instinct, I pull my cock out of her mouth. She gasps and heavy breathing follows as she looks up at me. A string of saliva trails from her lips to the tip of my swollen cock. I rub the head flat across her open mouth and she opens wider. Her tongue lays out flat. I immediately slap my cock hard against her tongue only a few times before sliding just the tip back inside. Her lips seal around me and she sucks as I stroke myself.
"Suck a little harder?" I ask. Why am I asking? I watch her eyes switch to amused and I shake my head.
"Don't," I warn her with a smile. She struggles to suck on me now because she's trying to smile with her mouth full. I pull out of her mouth again and jerk off myself in front of her. Her smile is wide with spit dripping down her chin.
I catch the spit there and wipe it away on the leg of my jeans. I rest my thumb under her chin and she replaces my hand on my cock with hers.
"I'm close," I tell her just under my breath, watching her stroke me.
She nods, "I know, honey." Her make up has smeared some just underneath both of her eyes.
Her lips are so plump and wet. Watching them form to the word 'honey' does something for me. She's never called me that before. I rub my thumb across her bottom lip as she continues to jerk me off.
She opens her mouth and I immediately let my thumb slide inside. She closes her lips around the
appendage, down the the knuckle and sucks lightly.
"Hm?" The noise she makes sounds like she asking me a question.
I rest my fingers underneath her chin while my thumb is still inside her mouth, and her hand is still going strong, stroking my cock in just the right way.
The pressure increases on my thumb and she sounds like she asking me another question when she moans short, "Hm?"
She's asking me how hard I want her to suck. "More," I tell her. She sucks on my thumb harder.
"Little more." I nod.
Again, she adjusts.
"More?" I ask her. The suction increases even more, and that's enough. "Just like that."
I slide my thumb out of her mouth and move my hips forward, replacing it with my cock. She sucks it inside with the same pressure and I rock my hips against her. I'm amazed by her. She asks me how I want something and then she does it. I didn't even know I was allowed to ask.
The buzz of the fan upstairs stops and I hear the bathroom door squeak open above us. I stop rocking against Jenny's face and look back to the kitchen archway. Somehow thinking my sense of hearing will be better that way.
Only, Jenny doesn't stop, she continues sucking my cock. Not only does she continue, she moves more urgently against me. I don't know if she even heard the bathroom door open upstairs.
"I'm so close." I whisper, looking back down at her.
She keeps the same pressure. She's trying so hard. But I know I won't get off before Michael inevitably comes down the stairs and heads straight for the kitchen once he sees that no one is in the living room.
"We have to stop," I tell her, regretfully, a little panicked that we may get caught this time. Michael would literally kill me if he caught me cornering his mom down on the floor with my cock down her throat. I would be dead.
She seems to understand that we will run out of time and it's not going to happen. Her mind is reeling fast. I can see it in her eyes as she lets me to step back and my dick pops out of her mouth.
She strokes me one more time and I step back from her again. I put my dick away, still hard, and zip up my pants while watching her stand up. We both hear Michael cough upstairs. I don't know if Jenny is aware, but I know from hearing that cough that Michael just took a hit from a joint he always has ready and says he hides in a shoe box stored somewhere in his closet. I'm sure he's standing by his cracked open window letting the smoke drift out.