I thought I would share the story of how I ended up fucking my best friend‘s mom.
My birthday is in September, so I spent most of my senior year 18 years old.
Justin and I became friends in pre-K and had been tight ever since. Growing up we would have sleepovers at each other‘s houses and both of our parents treated us like another kid. Justin‘s mom Becky actually treated me slightly better than she treated Justin.
Our friend group referred to her as psycho bitch Becky. And that’s what she was my whole childhood. She’s an attractive woman, a little over 5 foot tall, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice figure with boobs that would be small on anybody else, but look huge on her tiny frame.
I’d say she was a solid eight in the looks Dept, but she was a raging bitch. Permanent resting bitch face, sneering at everybody, snapping at everybody, always yelling at Justin and his dad, etc. Around eighth grade, I came to visit him one time and there was a dent in their front door.
I asked Justin what the fuck happened and he told me that Becky had thrown a plate at his dad while he was trying to leave during an argument. That’s how psycho she was. I always made it a point to just stay out of her vision whenever possible.
Fast forward to senior year, it was mid-October, and Justin had had a band competition. I can’t carry a tune in a bucket, but I’ve always supported him by going to all of his games and competitions, and helping out wherever I could.
That particular night we didn’t get home until nearly midnight from the competition, and I decided to crash at his place rather than make the 30 minute drive home.
I chilled in his room while he took a shower and got cleaned up from being in his uniform all day. When he came out, we sat up a couple more hours playing video games, until he started nodding off.
I still hadn’t taken a shower, so I threw a blanket over him when he fell asleep the third time, grabbed my bag, and went to the bathroom. Justin‘s apartment had a bit of a quirky design. It had two bedrooms at either end of a hallway. Each bedroom had a walk-in closet and a “bathroom“ area with sinks and a vanity, then both of the bathrooms opened into a communal shower and toilet area.
I had just finished my shower and was standing in the tub drying my hair when the door into Becky‘s bathroom abruptly swung open. I felt the draft and then heard a gasp. I peaked out from under the towel, and saw Becky standing in her doorway, eyes wide, in shock, with her hand over her mouth in that classic surprise pose.
I froze like a deer in the headlights, because as I’ve said, this woman is frightening. After a few seconds of both of us staring at each other, I finally, tentatively, asked, “Becky is everything ok?“ That somewhat snapped her out of it, and she said, “Oh! Yeah. I had to go to the bathroom and I heard water dripping in here. Justin has a bad habit of not closing the shower valve all the way and I thought he’d left it open again…”
She trailed off, but during the whole speech, she never took her eyes off of me. I could see her eyes constantly moving up and down my body. Of course I was looking at her as well. I had to ask myself, were her nipples dumpling the fabric of her camisole top when she came in?
The more I watched her stare at me, I realized her eyes weren’t exactly roving up and down my body. They were flicking back-and-forth between my face and my cock. That got the blood flowing a little bit, and I could feel myself getting hard.
I realize this silence had stretched out even longer this time, and asked her “Was there something else I could help you with?” She’s stammered, “N, no.”, but she still stood there, staring at me. I let the intrusive thoughts win, and flexed my pelvis muscle making my hardening dick bounce, and asked, “See something you like?“
She actually jumped a little, and her eyes got big. She stuttered, “No! no. I mean. umm…“ I don’t know what came over me, but I stepped out of the bathtub towards her as I dropped the towel and said, “I think you do.“ Her eyes weren’t even on my face anymore. She was just staring at me slowly hardening dick.
I took another step towards her and said, “I don’t mind. I kinda like to be admired.“ I took another step towards her, and asked, “Do you wanna touch it?“ She jumped again, and took a step back.
I stopped moving, giving her the opportunity to fully retreat if she wanted. She only took that one step, and now she was biting her lip as she stared at me. She looked like a starving person looking at a three course meal. It almost made me uncomfortable, but my dick had taken over.
I gave her the goofy grin that I always use to get myself out of trouble. It’s even worked on her once or twice, and said, “It’s OK. It’s nearly 3 o’clock in the morning, and everybody in the house is asleep. Anything that happens in here can be our little secret.”
I took a chance and took a half step forward. When she didn’t react, taking one slow step at a time, I closed the distance between us. Once I was within touching distance, I very slowly reached out, and using just a single fingertip against her wrist, directed her hand to my cock.
When her palm rested against me, I made it jump and she instinctively gripped it. She was still biting her lip, but her eyes got big and she let out a little whimper. I decided I had pushed enough. I was fully ready to stand there with her dick in my hand until she fled or did something.
She moaned out the barest whisper, “I can’t believe…“ As she started, stroking her hand up and down my cock. I moaned out a sign and asked, “May I touch you back?“ She nodded, and I brought both hands up to the bare skin of her sides between the camisole top and her shorts.
Using just my fingertips, I ran my hand up her side and under her top. I followed the swell of her breast and cupped it, then ran my thumb over her hard nipple. She gasped, and her whole body trembled. Then something broken in her, and she reached up with her other hand, tangled it in my hair, and pulled me in for a kiss.
The kiss was urgent, and hungry, and almost angry. It turned me on even more. I started squeezing her boob and pinching her nipple, making her moan into my mouth. She started jerking me even harder and I groaned into her mouth.
I finally broke, and asked, “Will you let me go down on you?” She froze and seemed to consider it, then nodded. I didn’t give her a chance to change her mind. I squatted down and pulled her sleep shorts and panties down to her ankles.
As she was stepping out of them, I knelt right there and licked the visible part of her slit. She jerked and moaned. With her standing, I wasn’t going to get the right angle though. I looked around, then stood up, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her onto her vanity.
She got the idea and leaned back. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and dove in. I hadn’t learned any subtlety at that point. I had just learned from practice that I like the taste of pussy, and that if you lick and suck on her clitoris long enough, they’ll cum screaming, and thank you for it.
So that’s what I did, I spread her cute little, slightly protruding inner lips and dug around with my tongue getting my taste of her, while feeling for her clit. When I found it, I wrapped my lips around it and started slurping, licking and sucking on it.
That definitely got her attention. She squeezed my head with her thighs and grabbed a double handful of my hair, but had to quickly pull one of the hands away to start biting her knuckle to control her moans.
Despite my complete lack of finesse, and just nom nom-ing it, she came hard, biting down on her knuckle even harder and grinding my face against her mound. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to, so I kept licking and sucking until she went limp.
Once she released my head, I stood up and discovered the counter was the perfect height for me and press the base of my shaft against her slit and started rubbing it back and forth as I played with her boobs and let her recover.
She rather quickly had her hands between us, massaging my cock and pushing it against her slit as I slowly worked it back-and-forth. The look of lethargy and relaxation started slowly turning wild again, and she finally demanded, “I need that thing inside me, now.“
I backed up enough to let her guide me in, and then pushed into her. I got head deep before she winced and gasped, and stopped me with her hands. Fuck, she was tight. She took a couple deep breaths and said “OK, take it slow.”
I’m mumbled, “Yes ma’am“, and started slowly pushing in, she was tight, but I was able to push all the way in with one motion, watching her face as I did. When our pelvises met, I gave her a little grind before pulling almost out and thrusting back in.
Back in those days, the only thing I had going for me was my size and my staying power. I was big enough that I accidentally rubbed spots that needed rubbing, and I lasted long enough to make them come from it. Girls my own age didn’t mind because they didn’t know any better. Becky knew better, but she was so desperate it didn’t matter.
I fucked her for nearly 45 minutes. And gave her, mostly accidentally, two orgasms. The second one was so hard and she clenched around me so tight, I barely managed to keep stroking through it. When I grown, “I’m about to come!“ She gasped out, “Not inside me!“
I pulled out just in time, and shot my load all over her stomach, and then stumbled back to lean up against the wall. We were both breathing hard, but she was a glorious sight. My cum was splattered all the way up her chest, her hairline was beaded with sweat, and her camisole was pushed up to her neck from me playing with her tits.
Fuck. I stared for a solid 15 seconds, taking a mental screenshot of that. Then, once I caught my breath, I stepped back over and lifted her off the vanity. She stepped up and pressed herself up against me, and pulled me in for another kiss.
After the kiss, she led me back into the shower and we washed each other off. Afterwards, she made me swear that nobody would ever find out about what we just did, and I agreed.
She also quite bluntly informed me that size and stamina isn’t everything and, “If you truly want to be a good lover, you’re gonna have to learn how to use that thing.” I jokingly said, “I’m in the market for a teacher. All I can pay you in is sex. Do you want the job?”
She stared at me for a second, and instead of outright rejecting me, as I expected her to do, she said, “Let me think on it.“ Then she gave me a kiss and disappeared into her bathroom, closing the door.
I got dressed and snuck back in into Justin’s room and he was still sound asleep. I climbed in on the other side of the bed, and laid awake for nearly an hour, pondering what the fuck had just happened.
I eventually fell asleep, and was woken up by Justin shaking me and asking, “Do you smell bacon?” As a matter of fact, I did. We crawled out of bed and went downstairs. We heard whistling from the kitchen. We stopped and stared at each other and mouthed “What the fuck?“.
We creeped the rest of the way into the kitchen, and found Becky whistling to herself while she cooked bacon and eggs. She saw us watching her and gave us a smile. She cheerfully said, “Good morning boys. Hungry?“ I could see the thought go through Justin‘s head, wondering if this was the time she had decided to be rid of us all and was about to poison us.
I took the initiative, and said, “Starving Miss Becky. Thank you.“ She gave me a grin and said “You’re welcome“ and proceeded to start making some plates. After a few minutes, Justin‘s dad showed up, looking just confused as we were and took a plate himself.
She joined us at the table., And asked, “What’s everybody’s plans for the day?” Justin and his dad just stared at her, wondering who this woman was. When she saw I was trying to hold back laughter. She glared at me, and I cleared my throat to say, “I need to get home. Dad‘s got a whole list of chores for me today.“
Becky insisted I finish my food before I left, but once I was done, I fled the scene of my crime.
That was on a Saturday night. The following Friday night, the football team was away, and of course, the band follows the football team. I had joined Justin’s parents in the stands and she made a point to ask me, “Are you gonna spend the night tonight?“, with a very direct look.
I thought, I am now, but said, “Justin, and I hadn’t discussed it, but probably.” She smiled and said, “Whatever y’all decide, you know you’re always welcome.” Justin‘s dad looked at her like he didn’t know her anymore. Justin had been telling me all week about how he was pretty sure she lost her mind. They didn’t know what was going on, and it was kind of freaking them out.
After the game, I rode the bus back with Justin, then we went back to his house. It was never even discussed. I just stayed the night. We stayed up playing video games until he fell asleep. Once I was sure he was out, I went and took a shower.
I was about halfway through my shower, when the curtain opened, and Becky stepped in with me. She was completely nude and took the soap out of my hand and started washing my dick. Once I got over the surprise, I grinned and joined in to the fun.
After we got out of the shower, she led me back into her bathroom area and pulled me into a kiss. After we broke that kiss, she said, “Your first lesson is gonna be on foreplay…”
Our affair ran until I had to leave to go to my mom‘s for the summer. We would hook up after band tournaments and football games, and any other time Justin and I decided to have a sleepover.
We also realized that my house was empty from the time school got out until 6 o’clock every day, and Justin had band practice three days a week after school that I never went to. At least once, if not multiple times a week, I would come home from school and find her in my driveway. We would go up to my bedroom and fuck for an hour until she had to leave to go pick Justin up from band practice.