by Desconhecido
My Friend’s Hot Mom
My buddy Chuck and me hang out at Starbucks because that’s where the intellectual pussy is, and trust me, the intellectual pussy is the good stuff. Those chicks are so busy being intellectual that when they do finally drop their panties, it’s completely over the top.
We were sitting at Starbucks and doing what we do best when Chuck brought up the fact that Spring break was coming and that he’d promised his mom he’d spend it at home. He asked me if I wanted to come along.
“Hell, why not?” I said, taking a sip of a large Café Latte. “What the fuck else do I have to do?”
Chuck knew what I meant. He had about as much going on in his life as I did, which was absolutely nothing. We were two college students majoring in beer and babes, with an emphasis on the beer.
Chuck was from southern California. I’d never been to California before, so I was looking forward to fun, sun, and chicks in bikinis. If I was real lucky, maybe a good portion of those chicks would be tanning their titties.
There was one slight problem I had to overcome. We were flying from Chicago to California. I hate planes. The way I see it, God gave birds the ability to fly, not people. You can talk about statistics all you want, but it doesn’t change my mind one bit about air travel. Maybe there are more car accidents than plane accidents, but in an airplane crash the odds are pretty damn good it won’t work out well for any of the passengers.
Chuck reminded me of the southern Cal girls and their sun-tanned tits. That’s all it took to get me on the plane, and after a few rough moments at take-off, I started relaxing a bit. I closed my eyes and thought about that whole Mile-High-Club thing, drifting off to sleep, dreaming about the stewardess with the long red hair and baby-blue eyes, and oh man, what we did together in the cramped bathroom of that 747…
… Next thing I knew, I was jolted awake as we touched down at LAX.
Chuck’s mom met us at the airport. It was love at first sight for me. She was the hottest fucking MILF I’ve ever seen. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and very busty. She was wearing a pair of ass-hugging jeans, a tank top, and sandals. I later found out she was thirty-nine, but I’m here to tell you, girls half that age couldn’t hold a candle to her.
Chuck was good enough to let me ride shotgun. I kept sneaking glances at Chuck’s mom the whole way, trying to imagine her naked. I had to shift in the seat more than once because my cock was hard and threatening to pop my zipper. I was relieved as hell when we finally reached our destination and I could get out of the car to discreetly make an adjustment.
I followed Chuck into the house and upstairs, both of us lugging our bags. H left his stuff in his old bedroom, then showed me where the guest room was.
“The next room down is mom’s room, the bathroom is at the end of the hall.”
“Cool,” I said.
He left me alone to settle in. I plopped down on the bed, slipping my hands behind my head, and stared up at the ceiling for a long time, thinking about Chuck’s mom and how hot she was. Thinking about her bedroom being right next to the room I was in was enough to give me another hard-on.
Chuck pounded on my door a few minutes later. “Mom made us some sandwiches,” he said. “You hungry?”
I followed him down to the kitchen, noting with disappointment that his mom was nowhere in sight.
“Where’s your mom?” I asked, trying to sound as casual as I could.
“Went to get her nails done,” he said, taking a bite from his sandwich. “You want something to drink?”
“Sure,” I said.
He got a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and poured two glasses full.
“Dude, you’re mom is hot,” I said, regretting the words as soon as they were out of my mouth.
“Like I’ve never heard that before,” he said with a snort. “All my friends wanna fuck her.”
“What about your dad?” I asked.
“They got divorced last year,” he said.
“So… does your mom see anybody?”
He shrugged. “I don’t ask.”
I didn’t want to push it, so I dropped the subject, although I couldn’t stop thinking about Chuck’s mom and wanted to know as much about her as I could.
“Wanna go out for some pizza tonight?” he asked. “I’ll introduce you to some of the guys down at Barney’s Place, we’ll shoot some pool, drink a few beers…”
“Sounds good.”
What I really wanted to do was hang around the house with Chuck’s mom. That sounded way better than a bunch of sweaty guys, pizza, and beer. Hell, I wasn’t even thinking about the bikini-clad babes anymore. Still, I didn’t really have a choice. What was I supposed to do, tell my best friend I wanted to hang around the house hoping to catch a glimpse of his mom in the buff? I couldn’t imagine that shit going over real well.
So I spent most of the night at Barney’s Place. The pizza wasn’t bad, the beer was good, and Chuck’s friends bored the fuck out of me.
* * * *
My head hurt like hell the next morning. Not that I can’t handle my beer, but I’d really tied one on the night before. I sat up in bed, checked my watch and saw that it was almost noon, then pulled on jeans and a T-shirt and wandered downstairs to join the land of the living.
Nobody was home. A note by the coffee pot informed me that Chuck and his mom were visiting family members and wouldn’t be back until later that night. I was to make myself at home and help myself to anything I wanted. The note was written in flowery, feminine cursive and signed Amanda.
Just seeing her name was enough to make me forget about my headache.
I poured a cup of strong black coffee and stepped out to the patio for a cigarette, then I went upstairs to take a shower. Amanda’s bedroom door was wide open. I couldn’t resist taking a look inside.
Her bedspread was soft and thick and covered with rose patterns, her pillows were big and fluffy, and there was a white teddy bear sitting against the headboard. White lace curtains covered her bedroom window. A vanity dresser loaded with perfume and makeup sat against the wall on the far side of the room, and there was a nightstand beside the bed.
A pair of track shoes lay on the floor at the foot of the bed with a pair of dirty white socks draped over them. Next to her shoes, partially hidden under the bed, was a pair of silky red panties.
I got a rush like taking a plunge down the last drop on a roller coaster. My heart pounded against the inside of my chest. My palms were sweating. I could feel every throb of my cock as it pushed against the front of my jeans. Being in her room was wrong. It was an invasion of her privacy and a violation of her trust, but goddamn, it was exciting as hell.
I picked up her panties and held them to my face, enjoying the cool feel of the silk against my skin. I sniffed the crotch. The smell of her pussy made me dizzy.
I yanked my zipper down so fast that it caught on the loose skin. I took a deep breath, corrected the miscalculation, and pulled my dick out anyway, wrapping the cool silk around it to soothe the pain.
I grabbed one of her socks and rolled it over my dick like a condom, then I laid her panties out on the bed and pressed my nose against the pussy-scented crotch, inhaling deeply as I jerked the sock up and down on my prick.
I licked her panties as I pumped the sock on my dick. In my mind I could see Amanda with me, spread out on her bed, naked except for the panties. I was eating her, licking her cunt through the panties, then I was fucking her, holding the panties to the side while I pounded her sweet pussy.
The fantasy was too much. My cock jerked quite a few times, pumping a creamy load of cum into the sock, and pretty soon I felt it soaking through, making my fingers all wet and sticky. I licked her panties long after I finished coming, savoring the faint traces of Amanda’s pussy juice.
I draped the sock back over her shoes and put her panties back where I’d found them, hoping the sock would dry fast and Amanda wouldn’t find me out.
I couldn’t leave the room without looki
ng in the nightstand. There was no telling what I’d find. I wasn’t disappointed. There was a bottle of K-Y Jelly and a long, thick dildo. I sniffed it, wondering if Amanda had used it recently. The thought of her fucking herself with that thing gave me another hard-on.
I jacked off in the shower. All I could do was picture Amanda in her bed at night, her legs wide open, two hands driving the dildo deep into her wet pussy. I squeezed my cock hard, leaned against the shower wall, and beat off until a hot stream of thick cum crossed the width of the tub and splashed the sliding glass door that enclosed the shower.
As finished my shower, wondering what my chances were with Amanda. Could a woman like her ever go for a guy like me? For real, what did I have to offer her? She was older than me, definitely a lot more experienced, and able to get any real man she wanted. What chance did a college bum have?
* * * *
Amanda went to bed early that night. Chuck turned in a little later, saying that he was going to try and get up early the next day and go hang out at the beach. I wasn’t the least bit tired, so I made popcorn, grabbed a can of Coke, and flipped through the cable channels until I found a zombie flick that looked pretty good.
It wasn’t good enough to take my mind off Amanda. I thought about her upstairs, wondering if she was sliding that huge rubber dildo into her pussy. I tried over and over again to focus my attention on the movie, but I kept thinking dirty thoughts about Amanda.
I soon found myself wandering upstairs, heading for Amanda’s bedroom. I didn’t expect to find her door partially open, and I sure as fuck didn’t expect to hear soft moans coming from inside the room.
I couldn’t resist a peek inside.
The room was dark, except for a few candles flickering on the nightstand and her dresser. Amanda was on her bed, naked and completely exposed, using the dildo on her pussy. Her head was turned to one side, looking away from the door, and her knees were bent and laid flat on the bed, totally exposing her pussy. She held the dildo with two hands, just the way I imagined, pushing it in and out of her pussy and pumping her hips to meet each thrust of the dildo.
I felt like a pervert for watching. If my behavior wasn’t illegal (and I was pretty sure it was close), then it was at least morally questionable. Still, I couldn’t get my feet to move. I couldn’t tear myself away from the door.
My cock strained against the front of my jeans. I wanted to take it out and jerk off, but with Chuck’s room right down the hall, I wasn’t going to chance it. I sure as hell didn’t want him to catch me jerking off outside his mom’s bedroom.
Amanda moaned softly. It was music to my ears. I shuddered with pleasure at the sound of it…
… and then I coughed.
She stopped thrusting the dildo into her pussy and turned toward the door. I stepped to one side of the door and held my breath, sure I’d been busted.
Shit.
I rushed to the bathroom, praying she hadn’t seen me and that she didn’t know what I was up to. I took a deep breath, peed, and then stood for a couple of minutes, calming my nerves before going back into the hallway.
Amanda was waiting for me, standing in the bedroom doorway, one hand resting on the door jamb, her other hand on her hip. She was completely naked.
“I was, uh… the bathroom,” I stammered.
“Right,” she said. “The bathroom.”
She smiled and motioned with her finger for me to follow her as she backed into her bedroom. I couldn’t believe it. There wasn’t a heartbeat of hesitation on my part. I followed like a trained puppy.
“Close the door,” she said, climbing onto her bed.
I pulled the door shut and turned back to face Amanda. She was lying on one side, her head propped in her hand, looking at me with those sexy eyes. She motioned me over to her.
I went to stand at the side of the bed. I tried not to stare at her like I’d never seen a naked woman before, but damn, it was impossible.
“That was so naughty,” she said, “watching me the way you were.”
She leaned over and slid a hand up under my shirt. I felt her fingertips circle my nipples. The pleasure was so good it hurt.
“I know,” told her. “I shouldn’t have…”
“Well, don’t worry about it,” she said.
She withdrew her hand from under my shirt. I wanted it there again.
“Why don’t you take that off,” she said.
As I whipped my shirt over my head, she reached up and unzipped my pants, slipping her fingers inside to take out my cock.
“Very nice,” she said, running her hand up and down my shaft. “Much better than my toy.”
She suddenly let go of my cock and pulled away from me. “Take off everything,” she said.
“What about Chuck?” I asked, glancing back at the bedroom door.
“Don’t worry. He sleeps like a rock. Get naked for me.”
I shoved my jeans to my ankles, pushing my underwear down with them, and stripped both off, dropping them on the floor beside me.
She reached up and stroked my cock again, then she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, scooting closer as she pulled me toward her by my cock. Her heavy tits swayed and jiggled as she settled in place.
“You look like you could use a little help with this,” she said.
She squeezed my cock and leaned forward, flicking her soft, wet tongue against the tip of it. Her soft blonde hair fell around her face so I couldn’t see what she was doing to me. It didn’t matter. I could feel her tongue working around the head of my dick, teasing the sensitive spot underneath, and dancing around the edge of it.
She raised her head, brushing her hair from her face, and looked up at me with those sexy, seductive eyes. “Fuck my mouth,” she said.
She opened her mouth and lowered her head, taking my cock to the back of her throat. She reached around and grabbed my ass, one cheek in each hand, and began pushing and pulling, drawing my cock deep into her mouth and out again.
“Shit,” I groaned, sliding my fingers through her hair to grip the back of her head as my cock pushed in and out of her mouth.
I tried to take it easy on her, afraid my cock would choke her, but she wasn’t having it. She encouraged me to pump my hips, to fuck her mouth with long, deep strokes, and that’s exactly what I did.
She took my cock all the way down, sucking hard on it, using her tongue against my shaft. She came up, making her lips tight, holding like that for a few seconds before she finally let my cock slip from her mouth with a wet suction.
“Wanna fuck me from behind?” she asked.
Before I could answer, she turned around and got on her hands and knees, offering me her wide, pale ass. Jesus, I couldn’t believe how fucking good it looked. I took her by the hips and eased my cock between her plump pussy lips, pushing through the slick pink folds.
She wiggled her bottom against me, working her pussy down on my cock.
“Don’t be shy,” she said. “Fuck me hard.”
I held her hips tight and drove my dick all the way inside her, pulling right back out, then going in again. The tight, hot sensation of her pussy stroking my hard-on, the slick folds of her lips clinging to my cock-it was all I could do not to let myself go right then and there.
But I didn’t do it. I wasn’t about to disappoint Amanda. I wanted to last. I wanted to make her come again and again. I wanted to be the man to satisfy her wildest desires. I wanted to be the one she remembered.
“Harder,” she cooed. “Come on, fuck that pussy.”
Her heavy tits swung back and forth below her as she rocked up and down on my cock. I held on for the ride, driving her pussy hard, thrusting deep inside her.
I reached around her with one hand and caught one of her tits, squeezing the soft flesh and twisting fat, hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Ummmmm,” she moaned.
She rocked up and down on my cock, banging her ass back against me. Her cheeks quivered as they collided with
my stomach. I could feel my balls swinging against her pussy, smacking her clit with every thrust. Then she threw herself forward, taking her pussy all the way off my cock. I stood there dumbfounded, feeling the cool air on the tip of my wet dick.
She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide, I climbed between her legs and reached down to guide my cock back inside her. She grabbed my ass and held tight as I fucked her.
“Hard,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”
I pounded into her pussy, driving her down into the mattress. She pumped her hips at me, meeting my thrusts.
“Don’t stop… make me come,” she said. I fucked her harder and faster, pulling all the way out and going in again.
“Yes,” she screamed. “Oh yeahhhhhh…”
She wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her ankles together, trapping me there. I felt her quivering tits pressing against my chest as he pussy clamped down around my cock.
“I’m coming,” she gasped.
All I could do was hold on for the ride. I pressed my dick deep inside her and stayed put until she was finished.
We changed positions, turning on the bed so our feet were at the end of it. Amanda pushed me onto my back and mounted me, grabbing my dick as she sank her hot pussy all the way down on it.
She grabbed the headboard for support and started riding me. I couldn’t believe how insatiable she was. She dangled her tits in my face and had me suck her nipples as she bounced on my dick.
It wasn’t long before she was ready to come again.
“I want you to do it with me,” she said.
She raised up, held the frame of the bed tight, and bucked wildly on top of me, up and down, back and forth…
She picked up the pace, bringing her hot pussy to the tip of my cock and then plunging down on me again.
“Shit… almost there,” I groaned.
She fell over me, smothering me with her soft tits, grinding her pussy down on my cock. I felt my whole body tighten, then my dick exploded, squirting thick spurts of cum deep inside her.
She came with me, moaning and panting, pressing her heavy tits against my face so I couldn’t breathe. Fine by me. If I had to die of suffocation, between her tits was the way I wanted to go.
