I fucked my Best friends mom

I met this friend in university, and we became close pretty quick. Through him, I got to know his family pretty well.

His parents are divorced, and he was mostly closer to his mom. The very first time I met her my thought was, wow that woman is absolutely gorgeous but in a respectful, that’s my friend’s mom kind of way. She’s in her Late 40s, tall, blonde, very active, with that classic hourglass figure.

Over time, I grew very close to them. Since my parents lived states away and his mom was only an hour away from university, I ended up at their place a lot, sometimes even without my him.

With her, we’ve started to have conversations that went beyond small talk. Like she actually listened, challenged me, laughed at my jokes. It felt easy and comfortable, it wasn’t like I was talking to a friend’s parent.

One night, my friend invited me over and told me that they were hosting a Super Bowl gathering. The house was packed, most were sat in the backyard lounge, and drinks flowing.

I ended up alone with her helping out in the kitchen. We were chatting and laughing, and then there was this pause. I misread the moment and leaned in but stopped just before the kiss, and She frozen in shock. That hit me like a train. I apologized and left immediately, embarrassed and fully aware that I had fucked up.

The next day, I went back to apologize properly. I played it off as a mistake and blamed it on the alcohol. She accepted it and told me to let it go. But something between us had shifted, and we didn’t talk much for a few weeks.

When we finally did it was cautious. I started commenting on her Social stories, hoping to get things back to how they used to be. just casual replies. She noticed and I could tell she liked the attention, but she never pushed or pulled away too hard. We kept it balanced.

Eventually, things went back to normal, maybe even better. We talked more and sometimes exchanged compliments, and she’d heart my messages. One night, I called her and asked if I could come over. and that it had felt like ages since we’d seen each other. She agreed, and When I got there she welcomed me in.

We sat on the couch, talking about everything except the thing we were both thinking about. Eventually, it came up and I admitted I hadn’t stopped thinking about that night. She said she’d tried to forget it. I asked her if me coming over was a mistake. She said maybe it was but she didn’t ask me to leave. So I reached for her hand and she didn’t pull away.

She looked me in the eyes and said it out loud, that this was bad, could mess everything up, that I’m her son’s friend, and crossing this line wasn’t something to take lightly. I told her I understood and wouldn’t push unless she wanted me to.

Without a word, she moved closer with that look that said she was done holding back. I leaned in and started kissing her, and it felt like all that tension just finally came free.

I pulled her onto my lap with my hands on her waist, and she was kissing me so hard I could barely breathe. Then she stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward her bedroom. I followed like I was in a dream, my heart pounding, thinking holy shit, this is actually happening.

We stumbled through the door, she turned to me with a smile. Her fingers went to the hem of her top, lifting it off slowly to reveal the smooth skin underneath, her full breasts cupped perfectly in a her bra. She stepped out of her pants next, kicking them aside, her hourglass figure on full display, and curves that made my mouth go wet.

She closed the distance between us, her hands sliding under my shirt, helping me pull it over my head. Then she was kissing me again, trailing her lips down my chest, over my stomach, making my skin tingle. Her fingers worked my belt open, unzipped my pants, and I just stood there watching her, mesmerized as she took control. She tugged my pants down, along with my boxers, revealing how hard I already was for her.

She started with soft kisses along the shaft, then licked the tip slow and teasing, circling it with her tongue. Her hand wrapped around the base stroking gently as she took the head into her mouth, sucking lightly at first. She built it up, taking more in with each bob, her lips sliding down further, wet and warm.

I just clenched as she went deeper, her throat relaxing to take almost all of me, gagging a little but pushing through, eyes watering but locked on mine. She sped up, deep throating me, her free hand cupping my balls, and it was just too much, with each thrust I go down her throat. I could feel my pipes filling. Then I grabbed her hair lightly and came hard in her mouth, pulsing as she swallowed and kept sucking it, milking every drop until I was shaking.

I pulled her up gently my hands on her arms, and guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. I unclasped her bra, letting it fall away to expose her beautiful breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air. I laid her back on the bed climbing over her, kissing her deeply as I settled between her legs.

My mouth moved down sucking and nibbling on her neck, then to her breasts, sucking on those pink nipples one by one, nibbling gently while she arched and moaned with her hands in my hair. Kept going lower kissing her stomach, tracing her hips, I hooked my fingers in the waistband and slid them off, revealing her pretty pussy already slick and dripping.

I went down on her starting with light kisses on her inner thighs, then my tongue parting her folds, tasting her sweetness as I licked slow circles around her clit. her hands tangling in my hair pulling me closer. I sucked gently at first, then firmer, alternating with long strokes that had her hips grinding against my face. sucking on it while slipping two fingers inside, curling them to hit her spot. She grabbed my head, her moans getting louder, her body trembling until she came hard, until her thighs squeezing my head.

I moved back up, positioning myself over her in missionary, our eyes locked as I slowly entered her. She was incredibly moist and tight, gripping me hard. I started thrusting steady, long strokes at first, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper.

She moaned with each push, nails digging into my back, our bodies slapping together as I picked up speed, kissing her neck and feeling her clench around me.

she turned us over pushing me onto my back so she could ride me. She guided me back inside, hands on my chest as she started riding slow, grinding her hips. Then she bounced faster, moaning as she took control.

I thrust up to meet her with my hands on her ass, and it built quick and I couldn’t hold back and I came inside her, and she kept riding through it, milking me until she collapsed on my chest, both of us catching our breaths and sweaty, her head laid on my chest.

I didn’t regret a second of it. Honestly, it felt absolutely perfect like something we both needed.