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Mrs. Young Ch. 01

By: LovingThis100



Michael Young had been one of my good buddies for years. We met when we were only in middle school. I don't recall how exactly we came to be friends, but I guess we just had a lot in common. Mostly from the types of movies we were interested in, to smoking occasionally, and all the way to sex and the types of girls we liked. I had never had a friend as close as him. He basically lived at my house when he was bored of his. I rarely stayed at his place but I was still close with his parents. Michael's mom was just a teenager when she had him. Not like mine though. If Michael's mom was older, I think she would have gotten along with my mom. But they never did kick it off. And I hated that age had such an affect on things like that; whether you liked someone as a friend or not.

Michael's dad spent most of his time working, as he delivered things across the country. A tractor trailer was his home for 330 days out of the year. I knew Michael and his mom didn't see him much so it was just the two of them most of the time.

***

It was a rare occasion. My mom and dad had to go out of town one weekend. My grandma lived all the way on the opposite side of the country and my parents needed to be there.

At the time, I was hoping to have the house to myself. I hardly ever had time alone and it suddenly looked like I was about to catch a break to do as I pleased at home all alone. But my parents weren't having none of that.

I had to be stuck at Michael's all weekend. Not that it bothered me to be around my best buddy. I was just looking forward to being alone to have the house all to myself. Michael's mom was completely fine with me staying the whole weekend too.

Michael and I were seniors in high school. I was nineteen; a year older than him. His mom was bragging about how much we both had grown and how she remembered when we were shorter and our voices squeaked while we were still going through puberty.

The three of us were sitting in the living room at around 8pm watching Wipe Out on TV. Michael and I occupied the long couch while his mom was sitting on the shorter one.

"I still remember that one night Michael's dad was in and the four of us went out to that Mexican restaurant," Mrs. Young started as she giggled.

I grinned, knowing how much she liked to push at my buttons. I used to turn a bright shade of red when she talked about past stories with me in them, and I knew she was trying to embarrass me. "No, not this story," I said, slouching into the back of the couch.

I saw Michael roll his eyes before his mom continued. "Like four years ago when the two of you had just started high school. Both so short and nerdy," she laughed to herself as she leaned forward. I looked away from her and tried to stop my smile. I didn't want to give her any more reason to go on. Beside me, Michael was trying his best to ignore her.

"Mom, shut up," he complained. "We know this story. I couldn't stop staring at the waitress' boobs and Matt wouldn't stop blushing."

"Hey!" I spoke up, "she was attractive and I was nervous."

"I know," Michael said.

"It was just cute," Mrs. Young smiled at the two of us. "And now you're both grown up. Such handsome, nice, young boys."

The B word. I wasn't a boy. I was a man. We both were. But neither of us felt like explaining to her that at 19-years-old, we were already men. We were men when we were 18 even!

I could see Michael rolling his eyes once more but I didn't do the same. I returned a smile to Mrs. Young just to be polite.

We watched Wipe Out for at least another half hour. I kept glancing at Michael and his mom. He had looked somewhat bored but Mrs. Young seemed completely content with the time she was spending with us. I watched her tuck a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear then she lifted her legs up onto the couch and crossed them Indian style. She was probably the youngest mom I'd ever known. It was hard thinking of her being with Mr. Young and getting pregnant when she was about our age. Her figure was perfect and it always had been since the day I had first met her when Michael invited me over about six years before.

I noticed she had been drinking a small glass of wine before we even sat down in the living room earlier in the night. She was holding it in her hand, and I remember how easy she made it look. She didn't even have to try to look attractive. I never told Michael that I thought his mom was hot. I'm sure he knew I thought it, but I'd never say it to his face. That's just something you don't do. Ever.

"Well, boys," Mrs. Young spoke up, "I'm gonna head to bed." I watched her stand up from her spot on the couch with her empty wine glass in hand and she disappeared into the kitchen. She clumsily walked back out and leaned a little too far to the right, sliding her shoulder against the wall. She ascended up the stairs without looking back down at us.

***

"I'm gonna go to bed too, man," Michael said a few minutes later. "Where are you crashin'?" He asked.

"I guess I'll get a blanket and sleep here," I told him, referring to the couch I was already sitting on. It's where I normally slept when I stayed at his place.

"Alright," he said then stood up from where he had been sitting, "see you at breakfast."

He skipped some steps as he made his way up the stairs. I stayed where I was for a little while longer watching TV. Family Guy was on and I watched half an episode of it before I decided to go look for a blanket for the night.

I traveled up the stairs, leaving the light behind as I went higher. The hallway was dark when I reached the second floor, but I knew which direction to start walking. I stopped at the hallway closet and took out my phone to light up the shelves so I could see. There were only a couple sets of sheets and a really itchy blanket that I only had the nerve to use once while I stayed here. Never again.

I stepped back to look at the top shelf to see two rubber dumbbells and a first-aid kit.

"What are you looking for?"

I jumped away from the quiet voice to my right. I wasn't expecting it at all. I was greeted by a smiling Mrs. Young. I noticed she had her hair up in a messy bun and was wearing shorts and a tank top. I also noticed she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. She really didn't need one. I always noticed that her breasts were very perky; even for her age. And the size of them were very nice.

"Jesus, Mrs. Young!" I said. She laughed at my jumpiness. "You scared me."

"Sorry, hun," she said, opening the closest door wider to see what I might have been after.

"I was looking for a blanket." I informed her after my heart rate slowed down from the scare.

I saw her reach for the itchy blanket from hell and pulled it from the shelf. "Uhh," I gave her a look, "anything but that."

She grinned, "Hmm, I know what you mean," I watched her pet at the blanket, obviously realizing how itchy it felt. "I might have an extra blanket in my room for you."

"Okay," I said. She stuffed the blanket back onto the shelf in the closet then turned to walk back up the hallway towards her room. I closed the closet door and followed close behind her.

"So," she started as we entered her bedroom. I looked around. Everything was so neat except for her unmade bed, "what do you boys plan on getting into tomorrow?" She asked. I suspected she was just trying to make conversation while she searched for a blanket.

I shrugged my shoulders as I walked further into the room, "I don't know. We'll find something like we always do." I told her.

"So spontaneous," she commented. "I used to be a lot like that when I was your age."

"I'm sure you still are," I said.

She giggled brightly and glanced back at me for a second, "Those days are far behind me, Matthew." She said. I grinned at her. I didn't know how to reply, so I didn't.

She grabbed one of the blankets off of her own bed instead of looking through the wooden chest placed at the end of the bed like I thought she would. "You'd think I'd get lonely sleeping alone every night. But I don't. I actually like having the bed all to myself."

I raised my eyebrows, surprised that she'd tell me that. Didn't even know why she'd bring that up, but she did. "I guess if you get so used to sleeping alone that makes sense." I replied, not knowing if I even made sense.

She nodded and handed me the soft, dark green blanket. "Good night, Matthew." She said, giving me my cue to leave.

I stepped back toward the door with the blanket under my arm, "Goodnight, Mrs. Young."

***

I stayed awake laying on the couch after I made it back downstairs. I turned the television off so it was completely dark in the living room. I knew I would eventually fall asleep, it just needed to be light-less for me to do so. I kept thinking about Mrs. Young. How she was bra-less and in her shorts. It almost reminded me of one of the cheerleaders I had hooked up with after a football game my junior year. Her black shorts is what had caught my attention.

I felt my cock twitch to life for a split second. Nothing too serious. Not touch worthy. I rested my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. The last thing I thought about before falling asleep was how damn good the blanket on top of me smelled.

***

My eyes snapped open. I don't know if I was just waking up in the middle of the night like normal or if it was because I felt my blanket move on me or what. I looked down, feeling that all too familiar feeling in my groin. My boxers felt tight on my dick and I could clearly see a bulge coming through the blanket.

I rested my head back down on the pillow behind me after realizing it was only my dick that made the blanket move. I moved my hand under the cover to stroke myself slowly. I'd never been so hard this early in the morning. I couldn't even remember having a wet dream. I looked at the time on the DVD player under the TV. It was 5 in the morning. I lifted the blanket and slid the front of my boxers down half way to take my dick out. I didn't like the straining of trying to stroke myself while it was still covered.

I sighed, relaxing my back into the couch. It had been awhile since I'd been able to sit back and jerk off just to do it. Lately all I'd been able to do is have a quick stroke in the shower and then I'd be good to go.

I stopped immediately, half erect, almost fully, when I heard the floor creek upstairs. I left my boxers down and let my cock lay on my stomach. The warmth and hardness of it was begging for me to touch it, but I resisted.

I used the blanket to cover it up. I felt more blood rushing to it and my heart suddenly seemed to be beating louder than normal, reaching all the way down to my dick.

I saw a shadowed figure at the top of the stairs. It started walking down slowly, I thought, maybe trying to adjust their eyes to the dark. Whomever it was, kept their hands on the railing. I heard it as their hands slid all the way down the wood. I made sure that the bulge I was sporting wasn't too obvious, then quickly closed my eyes to fake sleep, just in case they could see me. I wasn't really looking for a conversation at 5 in the morning and having to explain why I was awake to begin with.

I tried to slow down my breathing to really pull off the fake sleep act. I was almost a pro at it now and could easily fool anyone.

I wondered whether it was Michael or Mrs. Young who had walked down stairs. Whatever they were doing, it sounded like they were right beside the couch. It took all that I had to not open my eyes. I didn't even peek, just in case.

I felt the couch dip near the middle where my mid-rift was. Following that, I felt a hand gently run down my arm. I cursed in my head when I twitched. And I knew it was noticeable because the hand moved away from me almost immediately.

I stayed still, listening intently. It was then that I got the scent of Mrs. Young's perfume. The smell was strong and I'd always liked it. I would have been able to pick it out anywhere. I could hear her trying to breathe quietly as she sat on the side of the couch. She even sighed, and it almost sounded like a nervous breath.

What was she doing?

Another surprise, I felt her hand gently rub the side of my face. I successfully kept my cool by not twitching from the touch I didn't see coming. She moved a few strands of my dark brown hair off of my forehead. I felt her leaning forward then she kissed my forehead. My heart leaped, wondering if that had actually just happened.

Only moments ago, I was about to have a relaxing few minutes of jerking off, and now Mrs. Young, my best friends mom, had just came down stairs to kiss my forehead. It wasn't much, but I liked the closeness. And it only made me harder under the blanket. I'd never seen her that way even though I saw her as an attractive person, my thoughts never ventured that much further because of who she was.

I examined closely to where she was touching me. She moved her lips from my forehead and slid her hand down my arm to my wrist. She held it gently, just keeping her hand there. I felt her thumb rub over it as she got herself more comfortable on the couch. 

"Matthew," She said, barely whispering it. I don't know why I didn't open my eyes. I just decided not to. And I decided not to reply. I was still set on faking sleep.

Her other hand moved up to the side of my face and rubbed at my cheek. Why was she being so touchy? She was my best friends mom, and she was touching me like we both knew she never should have. Her other hand left my wrist, which strangely felt cold after it wasn't touching me anymore and I didn't like it.

But suddenly, she touched me somewhere else. And without any control my eyes snapped open and my head came up off the pillow. Her hand was on my lap, and I felt her fingertips gliding over the underside of my dick.

"Mrs, Young," I whispered hesitantly. I felt helpless. I didn't know what to do with my hands. First, I thought to remove her hand, but then I didn't. Because well, when a girl touches your cock, you don't do that.

"It's okay, Matthew," she tried to calm me down. The shock of my best friends mom still touching me where she was had still yet to set in all the way.

"What are you doing?" I stupidly asked.

She didn't reply, but I didn't take it that she was ignoring me. The tips of her fingers were still gently playing with my shaft through the blanket. If only she knew that my boxers were already down.

"I want to do this," She replied after a few seconds of silence.

"Mrs. Young," I regretfully protested, "I'm your sons best friend."

"I know, Matthew," She answered calming, wrapping all of her fingers firmly around my dick. I sat up more again, surprised still that she was going further with this. She pushed at my chest, making my back rest on the pillow behind me how it was before.

"We can't do this," I said, and begged in my thoughts that I wouldn't have to put up with much more of the teasing.

"I lied to you," she stated, getting me off guard.

"You lied?" I questioned.

"Upstairs," she said, "I do get lonely sleeping in bed alone. Michael's dad isn't around a lot, you know that,"

"I really don't think this is the answer, Mrs. Young," I shook my head at her. I felt sorry for her. She was basically telling me she was lonely and horny. How was I supposed to flat out say no to that. Especially to her and what she wanted to do.

"I'm not going to beg," She squeezed my cock tighter through the blanket. My mouth slightly opened and I sighed, not having a clue what to say.

"Please, Mrs. Young," I begged, "things will be different after this. It's not a good idea,"

I felt her tugging at the blanket. The only barrier between cock to hand contact.

"Matthew," She whispered as she lowered her head closer to my lap. She had successfully lowered the blanket and I was completely exposed to her.

Her warm breath came down on the shaft of my dick as she got closer and closer, only teasing me along further.

"Fuck," I said under my breath and tossed my head back to rest it on the pillow, frustrated from lack of attention my dick was getting from either hand or mouth. I couldn't reject or stop her anymore, I was going to take it. Best friends mom or not. 

Her tongue made contact first, and it made me relax. I sighed and looked down at her, barely being able to see her from the lack of lighting, but her silhouette was just as satisfying.

"Mrs. Young," I whispered, just because I could. I guess in some way I was thanking her for doing what she was doing, the gentlest way I could. Her tongue felt nice. And her lips felt just the same when she began to kiss tiny pecks up and down my shaft.

"Call me Jenny, Matthew," She instructed clearly then kissed the head of my cock slowly.

"Jenny," I said, grabbing her hand just to hold on to it. She squeezed mine lightly with hers and brought her other hand to the base of my dick to keep it straight up in the air, pointing directly at her face. Just for her.

"Hmmm," she hummed, opening her mouth wide to accommodate my girth. Her lips wrapped around me, and I felt that they were already wet, ready to suck me up.

I brought my other hand to the side of her face. I needed to touch her. Some part of her. I don't know why, I just wanted her to know that I did want this, even though I expressed how wrong it was.

Her sucking started very gently, not rough at all. But her tongue was applying pressure big time on the underside of my dick.

"Oh my god," I groaned, trying to keep my voice low. What would Michael do to me if he walked down stairs to see his moms face in my lap? He would kill me. He would literally kill me.

A little drip of Mrs. Yo . . . Jenny's spit dribbled down my rod and settled at my balls. They were painfully waiting to be touched and groped at. Her slow and steady technique was driving me insane.

"Jenny," I started. I needed more.

"Mhhmm," she moaned as a reply, bobbing further down my cock, very slowly. I felt the head of my dick half way in her throat. The squeezing feeling was indescribable.

"Ohh," I groaned again. "Touch my balls," I commanded hesitantly.

Instead of listening to what I wanted, she squeezed at the base of my shaft even harder and took her mouth away from my dick and pumped several times up and down. My mouth opened as she brought my foreskin over the head of my cock repeatedly, not caring how close I was when she did that.

"Mrs. Young," I tensed, "please,"

She stopped, taking both of her hands away from me completely. I looked down at her, wondering what she was doing. My dick had flopped back down on my stomach, but I felt it pulsing with my heart and saw it twitch a few times, begging for more attention.

"Don't stop," I whispered, being able to see her a lot better in the dark now. Her head moved further down between my legs and I moved them apart so she could have a better angle. Her tongue ran across my nut sack, swirling around the sensitive skin. "Ohh yes," I approved, urging her to continue.

I put my hand on the top of her head again and pushed her closer to me. I felt my balls rub across her lips and her chin. She sucked one into her mouth, and I let go of her now that she knew exactly what I wanted.

I jerked myself off as she continued to suck in both of my balls, filling her mouth completely.

She released my balls from her mouth with a pop and pushed my hand away from my dick and let hers take its place. Her hard breathing didn't go unnoticed. I loved that she was out of breath.

Her hair was still up in a messy bun from last night, and it was somehow even more messed up. I leaned forward as she engulfed my cock back into her mouth, deeper this time, and sucked with much more force than she had before. I grabbed at her hair tie and pulled it out of her hair, making it fall down on her back and some onto her face. I put the hair tie around my wrist and grabbed at some of her hair to hold it out of her face, and to pull her down on me more.


Mrs. Young Ch. 01



"Hmmmm," she moaned, accepting more of me down her throat. "Mmhmm,"

"That feels so good, Jenny," I encouraged her.

I kept her blonde hair held tightly in my fist, scared that she would get away. I didn't want what she was doing to stop.

"Take your shirt off," I whispered, noticing she was still fully clothed, while I was almost completely naked.

She took her mouth away from me, and winced when I pulled her hair to bring her back down. She successfully pulled away though, but continued to slowly jack me off with her hand. "My clothes stay on." She told me flatly.

I stared at her, wondering why. I hadn't wanted to see her breasts as bad as I did then. And now she was telling me that I couldn't when my chance to see them was greater than ever.

"Just your shirt," I tried again, "nothing else."

She shook her head then kissed the side of my cock head and licked underneath it in the most sensitive spot. Her body was off limits to me. And I didn't like that bad news at all.

"You're killin' me," I told her, grabbing onto her hair again. I took it gently this time as I brought her back down on my dick, and she bobbed her head up and down on my again, all the while, using her hand up and down my shaft.

She kept changing her rhythm, which only excited me more. She sucked hard and bobbed up and down slow, then applied less suction as she bobbed up and down faster. She knew what she was doing. And I thought Mr. Young was a very lucky man whenever he was home to enjoy her.

But right now she was Jenny to me. While she was giving me head, her son, my best friend, was sleeping in his bed right above us upstairs. And he would never know what we were doing. He could never find out.

"I'm gonna cum," I whispered, maybe a little louder than I should have.

Her response was to take me all the way down her throat. I held onto both sides of her head as I felt her throat squeezing me for all I was worth.

"Hmmm," she moaned one last time, sending vibrations straight through my dick. Setting me off, I felt the first shot of cum spurt out. I held her head firmly in my lap and I felt her hands squeezing my thighs tightly. I liked that she didn't attempt to pull away from me. She was taking it. All of it.

"Fuck," I loosened my hold on her head, but she still kept me all the way down her throat, waiting for my orgasm to end. I lost track of how many spurts went down her throat. I soon felt myself shrinking in her mouth, and she pulled her head back, sucking gently a few more times in case she missed any cum. Her tongue played along the head of my dick again before she took it out of her mouth completely.

She ran her hand up and down on me a few more times before I was deflated all the way. I sighed heavily, a little disappointed it was over already. I brought my hand back down to her face and moved her very messy hair away. I wanted to say something, but my mind was blank. Mrs. Young just went down on me. What do you say when your best friends mom does that for you.

I looked over at the clock on the DVD player and saw that it was almost 5:30 in the morning.

It felt like we had been doing this for hours, but it was much shorter time than that. Just a half an hour ago, I was going to jack off, which probably would have taken me 10 minutes. I would have already been knocked back out if Mrs. Young never came down stairs to do what she had done.

She leaned away from me to sit up straight. I pulled my boxers up and sat up too, not sure what was going to happen now.

"Matthew..." She said.

"Jenny," I replied.

She looked away from me at the clock to know what time it was. "You can't tell anyone about this." She told me.

I shook my head, hoping she never thought that entered my mine. "It'd be very stupid if I did." I said.

I noticed that she relaxed after she was sure that I wasn't. "You're a very smart, kid."

The should-be compliment was kind of insulting. "Kid?"

She seemed to realize, "Boy."

"Boy?" I questioned again, hoping she could see my grin.

She nodded and repeated herself with a smile, "Boy."

I shook my head at her, "What you just did...you wouldn't have done that if you thought of me as a boy."

"That's true," she looked away from me. I imagined her blushing, if that were even possible for me to make her do.

"Well," I shrugged.

"A few minutes ago, you weren't a boy, but now I see you as one." She explained.

"So you wish you hadn't done that?"

"No," she shook her head. "I was debating all night up in my room whether I should or shouldn't. I thought about it very hard before I even left my room, Matthew."

I raised my eyebrows and smiled widely, "You thought about giving me head all night?"

"Don't be immature." She halted my playfulness.

"Sorry."

"But I don't regret it." She told me.

"I keep thinking I'm going to be waking up from a dream any minute now." I confessed as I laid back down. I covered my hands with my face to rub at my sleepy eyes.

"It could have been a wet dream, but it wasn't." She whispered.

"I'm glad it wasn't."

"I'm going to go back upstairs now," she said getting up from sitting between my legs.

I sat up quickly, grabbing her hand, "Wait, no..." I stopped her, not sure what to say after. She waited for me to continue.

"I just," I thought, "how long were you thinking about doing this? What even brought this on?"

She sighed and sat back down. I leaned closer to her so we wouldn't have to speak as loud. "Matt, you need to understand a woman's feelings and how different from a man she is."

I listened carefully, putting my arm on the side of the couch and rested my head on it. I felt like she was almost lecturing me because right now I saw her as my best friends mom, instead of my best friends mom who was sucking my dick.

She went on, "I told you how I was lonely. Mr. Young is gone most of the time." She paused.

"I remember." I said.

"I was reading up on this study about sex on men versus women," she continued. "And it was debating which gender had the need to do it more than the other."

"And?"

"Well, basically, it was saying that women are hornier than men most of the time."

"Not possible." I said, almost laughing.

"It's very possible," She nodded, "I mean these people studied and documented five years worth of information on this. It's fact, Matt."

I smiled, "So women are hornier than men." I stated. "I don't think that means that my need for sex isn't any less meaningful than your need for it is."

"You're only a boy, you shouldn't even be thinking about having sex." She said.

"I'm nineteen, Mrs. Young." I corrected her. "I'm pretty manly too." I said very seriously. "And you can't tell me I shouldn't be thinking about sex when you came down here just to suck my dick."

"Matthew," She rested her head on her arms on the side of the couch like I was. "You know what I mean. You're so young."

"I'm old enough to know what horny is and how to fix it."

"So you're not a virgin?" She asked.

"No."

"Is Michael?" She asked, now that we were talking about virginity and being too young for sex.

"No."

She stayed quiet after that. And I realized that I just told her that her son had fucked before. We were the same age though, and Michael was more outgoing than I was, so she shouldn't have even had to ask me.

"You'd know how I felt if you had your own kids and knew they were having sex."

"I don't see how it's wrong at 19."

"Like if you had a daughter and knew she was having sex, you wouldn't like it. Would you?"

"I don't know what it's like to be a parent." I replied.

"You're annoying sometimes, Matthew." She told me flatly, without any humor. I loved when she acted like that too.

I smiled at her, putting my hand on top of hers. "I liked it when you called me Matt before. That was the first time you didn't say Matthew."

"I know," she said, "I feel like if I still call you Matthew, you're still just my sons friend." She took her hand away so we weren't touching anymore.

I frowned some, knowing it wouldn't be like that. "It's different now though. Because that's not the only thing I am..."

"That's all you will be." She stopped me. "We can't do anything else. It was just this one time. I wanted to do it, and I did. It's over."

"But," I said, confused, "You didn't get anything out of it. I got all the pleasure. You can't be satisfied with that."

"I got pleasure out of it." She let me know.

"I didn't do anything to you though,"

"I know," She sat up again and stood from her seat on the couch.

"Where are you going?" I looked up at her.

"It's 6am, Matthew. I'm going to bed."

"You can't leave right when you just told me you got pleasure from giving me a blow job." I complained, feeling my dick coming back to life.

"Good night, Matt," she said as she walked away from the couch. She had put extra emphasis on my name, letting me know that she knew she wasn't saying Matthew.

I watched her walk up the stairs. The tiny night light shinning from the kitchen let me see her for a few seconds before she disappeared into the darkness. I liked seeing her ass sway back and forth and she ascended up the stairs.

Holy shit.

I looked down at my lap, feeling my cock springing up slowly filling with blood.

Really?

***

Three hours.

After drifting back off at 6 something in the morning, I had only gotten three hours of sleep. Well, plus what I had gotten before waking up at five this morning. I was woken up at 10 from hearing someone coming down the stairs very loudly.

I looked up and saw Michael walking into the kitchen. He had his sweat pants and his basketball shirt on. He went straight for the fridge and pulled out the carton of milk and gulped down as much as he could before putting the lid back on and placing it back in the fridge. He slammed the door and head back into the living room. He looked at me and flopped down on the couch. I had moved my legs out of the way just before he could sit on them.

"Damn," he said, "I slept like a baby last night."

"Good to know," I smirked, knowing he didn't know how good that actually was.

"Wanna go shoot some hoops here in a minute?" He asked, using his arms to act like he was holding a basketball and shooting it into a hoop.

I nodded, "Yeah, just let me take a shower real quick." Which actually meant, let me jerk off in your shower real quick because I'm still horny from thinking about your mom sucking my dick last night. The sad part is, I didn't feel bad about what had happened last night. Maybe it was because it was his mom who started it. Things would have still been the same if she hadn't come downstairs last night.

"You're gonna get sweaty anyway," he told me. "Just wait til we get back."

I sat up and reluctantly agreed with him, "Whatever," I said and picked my pants up off the floor and slid them up and buttoned them.

"I'll be outside waiting," he told me as he headed for the front door.

One thing seemed to be missing though. My shirt. I looked beside and all around the couch. Even under it. But it wasn't anywhere in sight. I furred my eyebrows trying to remember where I had put it. But instead of searching for it any further, I decided it would be quicker if I just went upstairs and borrowed one of Michael's shirts.

As I made my way upstairs, Mrs. Young popped back into my head. Would she be awake? Doubtful. She wouldn't wake up if she didn't need to.

I turned into Michael's room, but not before noticing that Mrs. Young's door was shut at the end of the hallway. It looked dark under the crack of the door, letting me know she was most likely still comfy in her bed.

Michael's room was a mess, not that it bothered me. It was never clean. Unless his mom felt like tidying it up.

I headed straight for his closet and grabbed the first shirt I saw and pulled it off the hanger. It was a plain white t-shirt. Michael had a million of 'em and I knew he wouldn't mind if I wore it. I pulled it over my head and looked in the mirror to make sure my morning wood wasn't showing anymore. It felt like it, but I saw no trace of a bulge. Maybe shooting hoops would get my mind off of what happened. Maybe it would calm me down.

***

"You stink, bro," Michael said as we made our way back into the house after an hour and a half of shooting some baskets and even playing a one-on-one game across the street on the court.

"You smell like ass," I retorted.

"You smell like 2 week old pussy," he came back. This was about to be a full out battle if he kept coming back at me.

"You smell like a giants camel toe and a bucket of ass holes." I told him.

"You smell like my moms jock strap." He laughed, thinking his was the funniest.

"Eh hum,"

We both turned our heads towards the kitchen to see Mrs. Young sitting at the bar cutting up kiwi and some other fruits and putting them in a big bowl.

"Oh shit," Michael laughed and hide his face from her. I watched as he darted for the stairs and yelled down at me, "Sorry, man, I'm showering first."

I shrugged my shoulders and looked back at Mrs. Young, she was standing in front of the sink with the water running, her back towards me now.

I walked in slowly, and took a seat at the bar and watched her, debating on whether or not I should speak. I did anyway though. "What are you doing?" I asked.

She turned slightly to look at me, then looked away. "Washing off some fruit." She told me. She turned the water off and picked up a bowl full of clean fruit out of the sink and placed it on a rag on the bar a few inches in front of me. "Help yourself."

I grabbed a strawberry from the bowl and brought it to my mouth. I hadn't realized how dry my mouth was until then.

"What have you guys been doing?" She asked. I could tell she was trying to make things how it was before, but I couldn't go back to how it was when my thoughts flashed back to her face rubbing all over my balls.

"Uh, we just went across the street and shot some hoops." I told her. Trying not to talk too much. I wanted her to know that it was different and she couldn't have her way.

"Hm," she raised her eyebrows for a second as she took a grape from the bowl. "I can smell that."

I grinned at her, not being able to help myself. "By the way," I said, "if you did have a jock strap, I think it would smell really good."

She looked away from me. Like what I said was still insulting, even though it wasn't meant to be at all. "Matthew," she sighed. "You can't talk to me like that."

I stared at her, wondering if that's what she really meant. "I already told you, it's different for me now. We can't ever go back." I told her.

"We have to." She said.

I took a piece of kiwi from the bowl and looked away from her, disappointment settling in. I didn't feel like replying at all.

"I'm sorry, Matthew, if it seems like I'm teasing you. I'm really not. I wouldn't do that, you're like apart of the family and I do care about you."

I looked back at her as she kept talking about how important I was to her and Michael and Mr. Young. How she didn't mean to make me feel like I was feeling. I just felt out of place now. And it almost made me wish last night didn't happen. How sad was that?

I felt like a little kid and like she was letting me know that I did something bad and telling me not to do it again. But I wasn't the one who did something bad. She was. She cheated on Mr. Young. And I kept wondering if she had cheated before last night. 

"Is that the first time you've had an affair?" I asked flatly, hoping to make her feel bad about it.

Her eyes widened and she looked around me to make sure Michael wasn't coming down stairs. "Matthew,"

"Is it?"

"Yes," She told me. "I've never cheated on Michael's dad. And to be honest I really don't feel like I did last night when I did what I did to you."

I looked at her like she was crazy. "Are you serious? You fucking sucked my dick. That's still sex. Oral sex. But it's still sex."

Instead of replying, she just stared at me. She was at a loss for words. Probably because of the way I had just talked to her. I was never rude to her before then. But now I had a reason to be. She was a fucking tease.

"I love my husband. I told you how I was feeling last night. I thought you understood when I told you what I had told you." She never blinked or looked away from me. It was like she was begging for me to just drop it. But she still wasn't going to get her way.

"I did understand. You were feeling like a horny slut last night."

She was now looking at me like I was someone she didn't know. She dried her hands with the towel in front of her then walked around me, exiting the kitchen.

"Hey," I heard Michael's voice around the corner, "Smell me. I'm clean, ma." He laughed. "What's wrong?" He asked. Mrs. Young didn't reply to him. I heard her footsteps going up that stairs though, heading for her room probably.

"If you're still upset about that jock strap joke, I'm sorry. It didn't really mean I was talking about you." Michael called up the stairs.

I heard him walk into the kitchen and he drummed his hands on my back a few times before walking around me and standing where his mom had been standing seconds ago. He grabbed a handful of fruit from the bowl and stuffed his face. "Dude, you need to shower." He told me.

"I know." I said.

*

Chapter two will be coming soon. 



Mrs. Young Ch. 02



"Dude, you should go for this one brunette who always comes into Starbucks. She's fuckin' hot." Michael told me. We were sitting in the woods on a fallen tree behind his house smoking a joint. The sun was setting and some rain clouds were slowly coming in for the evening.

"Brunette?" I furred my eyebrows.

"Yeah, she's probably easy too. I've seen her give her number out more than once." He passed me the joint.

I took it and brought it up to take a hit before replying. "I don't really go for brunette's, man."

"You haven't seen this girl." He said. "And what the fuck? You've been with like 5 brunettes!"

"I'm sure she looks good." I didn't doubt him. "And I know. But I'm just attracted to blondes more than brunettes." I said, thinking about Mrs. Young.

"Like, her titties and everything. Her ass, man!" He put his hands out in front of him, groping the air as if it were the brunette's ass cheeks. "You shouldn't even be worried about what color her hair is."

"Why don't you get with her?" I handed the joint back to him, dropping the whole hair color conflict.

"Hey, I'm just trying to help you out. You haven't gotten laid in months."

I let out a breath of laughter, then tried not to look smug. "I'm just tryna focus on my shit. Like you said yourself a few weeks ago. Might as well keep track of school. Then it's off to the real world working for the rest of our lives. Why, did you change your mind about that?"

He shook his head, giving me the half smoked joint back. "No. We're about to graduate, Matt. Shit's about to be gone. We won't ever be able to get away with what we do now. Chillin' like this... it's not gonna last. Which is why we need to do everything now. Everything."

I watched smoke drift up above my face after it left my mouth. "I guess you're right," I agreed with him, not wanting to miss out on anything.

"Fuck the future," he said, "we gotta live right now."

"I still don't want to fuck that brunette though." I told him, smiling.

He looked at me like I was insane, "You're gonna fuck her. We both are."

"Fuck her yourself." I said.

"I can't." He said and took the joint from me, taking a big drag from it.

"Yeah you can. You're a big boy. Grow some balls and fuck her."

"Well," he said, looking down at his shoes. "I actually already tried too."

"And?" I asked.

"She wouldn't."

"And now you wanna see me get shot down by someone I don't even wanna try to get with?" I laughed.

He grinned, "No, man. She said she likes having threesomes."

I gave him a blank stare. Michael and I were best buds. Pretty close. I knew just about everything there was to know about him. Did about everything with him. Except that.

"I don't know about that, bro." I said.

He sighed, and looked a little annoyed with me, "Come on, man. It's sex. Pussy! Think about it as us taking our friendship to another level. We've never fucked a girl together."

"I never thought about doing it either to be honest."

"Well start thinkin'. I'll even introduce you to her before."

"Woah," I took the joint from him. He had almost smoked the rest of it. "I never said I was doing this with you."

"You're not saying no either." He commented. And he was right about that.

***

After smoking we headed back through the woods. It had started raining by the time we got out and made it to the back door. The kitchen was empty when we got inside.

"Aye," I said, "where's your mom been all day?"

He looked around, almost as if he had just realized we hadn't seen a lot of her all day, too. "I don't know. I haven't seen her since she got mad about my jock strap joke." He chuckled.

"I don't think she was too upset about that." I told him.

"She's probably been up in her room all day then I guess." He said. "Don't know."

"Do you think she's gonna make something for dinner tonight?" I asked, making it seem like I had a reason to bring her up.

He shrugged. "Maybe she will since you're still here."

I actually felt like I should talk to Mrs. Young. I had been thinking about the way I'd talked to her this morning all day. I didn't know if I really insulted her or hurt her feelings. She was still my best friends mom, and I didn't think she deserved that. Even though I still thought she was teasing me.

"We could order pizza or something if she doesn't," Michael told me.

"Sounds good to me."

***

"Aye, fuck you, man!" Michael punched my arm. The hardest he had ever punched me. I hate to think about how hard he'd punch me if he knew what his mom and I did.

We were sitting upstairs in his room. I was kicking his ass at some Black Ops.

"Temper, temper." I waved my finger at him. He quickly smacked my hand out of his face.

A knock on the door made us both turn our heads. Mrs. Young was in dark blue capri sweatpants and a black t-shirt. I liked her casual, young mom look. I'd been liking a lot of things about her young mom look lately.

"Hey, you making anything for dinner?" Michael asked her before she could say anything to us.

She nodded, not giving me a single glance. "I was coming to see what you guys wanted to eat." I watched her lean against the door frame and cross her arms, waiting for an answer.

"We were talking about pizza maybe if you didn't feel like cooking..." He brought up.

"Pizza sounds good." She stopped him, getting out of cooking all together. "I'll order here in a few. What do you guys want?"

"Large pepperoni and buffalo wings from Gino's," he answered for the both of us. It was good with me.

"Okay," she said, then disappeared from the doorway. And still, she didn't even look my way.

***

"So, did you think about that thing we were talkin' about earlier?" Michael asked me.

We were sitting downstairs in the living room eating our pizza. I felt a little uneasy because Mrs. Young was sitting on the other couch watching TV with us.

"What thing is that?" She asked, looking at Michael.

"Shh," Michael waved her off. She rolled her eyes at him. He looked at me, waiting for my answer.

"What thing?" I asked, glancing at Mrs. Young. She looked away from me then took another bite of her pizza.

"You know," Michael mumbled. "The thing."

"Oh," I said, the light bulb coming on. "Oh! Uh, I don't know, man." I shook my head. Not really wanting to talk about it right then, especially when his mom was with us.

He was about to say something else, but was interrupted. "When are your parents getting home on Sunday, Matthew?" Mrs. Young asked.

It surprised me that she was still talking to me, but it seemed that she was only looking forward to me leaving because of the question. "Sometime in the evening, I guess." I replied, looking away from her.

"You should be happy to be able to go home." She commented.

"Mom," Michael spoke up. "He's only staying here one more night. He's not homesick."

She ignored him and finished her pizza.

"It will be nice to go home, but I like hanging out here," I replied.

"Anyway," Michael said to me, "we'll talk about that later." I knew he was referring to the threesome I wasn't even sure I wanted to be apart of.

Sure, everyone thinks and maybe even dreams to be in one, but when I think about being in one with my best friend, it just seemed strange. If I ever had one, I always pictured myself fucking this random girl with this random guy I had never met. Or better yet, I'd have two beautiful women for my self to enjoy. We would just be three strangers enjoying a nice fuck.

But now Michael was altering the way I pictured it. I'd have to see him again. I'd see him almost everyday. I didn't want to think about the threesome every time I would hang out with him.

Never thought I'd act like a little bitch when it finally came down to having a threesome with a girl who was extremely willing.

***

"Well?" Michael asked. We were sitting up in his room about to play another game of Black Ops. I had gotten my belly full and was feeling up for a nap more than anything.

"Well what?" I asked.

"I got her number in my phone," he said, "Let me know so I can call her and let her know."

"I don't know," I shook my head.

"You shouldn't even be hesitating right now. You need to get laid, bro."

Before replying, I stopped from seeing Mrs. Young walking into the room. She had a pile of Michael's shirts stacked in her arms. Without saying anything to us, she placed them at the end of his bed then made her way out of the room. I looked back at Michael who seemed to have never taken his eyes away from me. I was sure Mrs. Young was out of hearing range before I spoke.

"I don't think it's a good idea. Really."

"What's not a good idea about it? You need to see this chick!" He raised his voice.

"I mean, I'll see her but I really don't think it'll change anything." I told him.

"I'll have her come over tonight. We'll smoke one and talk."

I watched him pull his phone out of his pocket. He pushed one button and brought it up to his ear. He must have had this girl on speed dial. I wondered if she was actually that special.

I looked back to the door way, feeling like I had seen something.

"Aye, girl," I heard Michael greet the "special girl" through the phone.

I stood up and walked towards the door and looked up and down the hallway. I saw the shadow of Mrs. Young going down the stairs. Had she been listening to our conversation?

"Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight and smoke with me and my buddy? Maybe have some fun?" Michael's voice faded as I left.

I walked out of the room, lucky that he didn't notice at all. I quietly made it down the stairs. Dishes rattling in the sink let me know that Mrs. Young was rinsing off the plates we had used for our pizza.

I turned the corner for the kitchen. She had her back faced to me. The bowl of fruit from this morning was still sitting in the center of the island. I headed for it knowing she couldn't hear my footsteps because of the running water.

I grabbed a slice of kiwi, enjoying the sweetness in its flavor. I looked Mrs. Young up and down and I leaned against the island.

She turned the water off, placing the last dish in the dishwasher after rinsing everything off of it.

I kept a serious look on my face as she turned to face me. She quietly gasped, jumping from realizing she wasn't alone.

"Matthew," she said with her hand over her heart, "you scared me."

I smiled weakly. "I guess I got you back for scaring me last night."

"I scared you?"

"When I was looking for a blanket," I reminded her.

"Oh," she recalled. "Yes." She looked away from me. Her hands seemed to be more interesting to her than the fact that I was standing in front of her.

"Jenny," I began.

"Mrs. Young," She corrected me. "Don't call me Jenny."

"Are you going to look at me?" I asked, ignoring that she didn't want me to call her by her name.

She reluctantly looked back at my face. Keeping eye contact wasn't easy for her. Her hair was down and some-what a mess. I found it more attractive than I normally would have.

"I uh," I started. "I just wanted to apologize for earlier."

She stared at me, like she was a deer in head lights. Like she couldn't believe I was saying sorry.

"I really shouldn't have said what I said." I added.

I watched her step away to walk around me. She had a fake smile across her lips.

"Hey," I stepped in front of her, holding onto her wrist. "Did you hear me?"

She nodded, not letting me off the hook for calling her a horny slut.

"Well, I am sorry." I repeated.

"I really don't want to talk about it."

"But I do. I don't want to argue and have this tension between us." I told her.

"There's no tension. We're not arguing." She said.

"Matt!" Michael called from upstairs.

I ignored him, keeping my eyes on the woman in front of me. "I feel tension. I don't like it and if it makes you happy, we can just forget about what happened. I'm fine with it. I'll get over it like you have."

"That's what I've been telling you all along." She said.

It made me feel stupid. "Okay." I said.

"Okay." She replied quietly, making me feel just as uncomfortable as she probably felt.

"Aye, Matt!" Michael called out again. I heard his footsteps hammering down the stairs. Mrs. Young stepped away from me. She made herself look busy, grabbing the fruit on the island counter and wrapping saran wrap over the top before putting it in the fridge to keep it all fresh.

"Yeah?" I answered, turning to see him coming around the corner.

"Let's go for a walk," He said, already putting his jacket on.

"It's raining, Michael," Mrs. Young scolded him.

"It's just sprinkling," he informed her. "We're just gonna walk up the road."

"How far is that exactly?" She questioned, watching Michael push at me to go upstairs and get my jacket.

"Just up the road," he said. "Ok, see you when we get back." He forced our exit.

He followed me up the stairs to his room. I grabbed my jacket off the floor and looked at him as I put it on.

"We're gonna meet her at go-mart to buy some blunt wraps then we're gonna go somewhere and smoke." He told me. He seemed a little more excited than he should have been about the whole situation. I still hadn't agreed to anything. But he seemed really sure of himself and this chick.

"Whatever," I said.

***

"There she is." Michael pointed out. We had walked about ten blocks just to get to go-mart from his house. I liked that it wasn't too far, especially since the rain started to pick up.

My eyes landed on a long-haired, brunette girl standing on the sidewalk under the roof outside of the gas station. She had a pink hoodie on with her hands in the front pocket keeping warm. I noticed her dark jeans were very tight on her legs. The girl was skinny. Very much Michael's type, I confirmed. But he had been right. Maybe I just needed to know what she looked like to make the next step he wanted me to make.

"Aye, girl," Michael greeted her first. "You look amazing."

She flashed a perfect white smile at him, dimples and all. "Hey." She said. I saw the sparkle of a tongue ring before she closed her mouth. It excited me a little more. And she did look amazing.

"This is Matt," he introduced me. "Matt, this is Anna."

"Hi," I held my hand out in front of her. She looked at me cautiously and grinned at Michael before shaking it.

"Hi," she said. I noticed that she didn't have much makeup on like a lot of other girls at our school did. It was more of a turn on than I thought it'd be. She was naturally beautiful.

"So uh," Michael dug through his pocket for his money. "Get whatever flavor wraps you want." He handed it over to her.

"Cherry?" She suggested.

"Anything but cherry," he declined.

"Jerk," she teased him with a smile. "You know that's my favorite." She began walking away but not before I saw Michael squeeze at her thigh before she was out of his reach.

He turned to face me, grinning widely. "Well?" He raised his eyebrows, waiting for my opinion.

I looked through the window at Anna again. She was talking to the person behind the counter inside.

"I don't know, man," I told him.

"Oh my god!" He stepped closer to me. "Look at her. She's a 10. Hard 10. She's perfect and she wants to fuck both of us. At the same time! Don't fuck this up for me, Matt."

"Dude, chill," I shrugged, "I'm still not saying no. Let's just smoke and I'll figure shit out."

"Figure it out tonight, because she told me she wouldn't mind doing it outside if we wanted to."

"What? Tonight? Why?"

"We don't gotta plan to have a threesome. We're just gonna do it. Be cool. She's comin' back out." He argued.

I kept my mouth shut as Anna made her way back outside to us with a blue packaged wrap in her hand. She put it in her front pocket and kept her hands in there like they were before.

"Ready?" She asked, looking between both of us.

"Yeah," Michael answered, "Let's go to the Primary playground. There's a lot of trees there."

***

The three of us walked side-by-side. The roads were deserted and wet. I listened to Michael and Anna talk back and forth. He continued flirting with her and she flirted back.

I thought about what Mrs. Young might be doing at home. She was all by herself. Could she have been finishing up the laundry? Maybe having herself a glass of wine like she had last night. Or maybe she was lying in bed. Was she thinking about us? Me?

"Ain't that right, Matt?" Michael asked me.

He brought me out of my thoughts and I realized I hadn't really been listening to either of them at all. "What?"

They both laughed together at something I didn't get.

"I told you," Michael said to Anna.

"Told her what?" I asked, feeling left out.

"I said, you needed to get laid." He told me. I nodded, not wanting to say anything.

"I think we all do." Anna said after a second of silence between us.

I saw Michael smile at me, letting me know I would feel like complete shit if I didn't do this with him.

"Yeah, we do." I said.

***

We finally made it to the Primary playground. The school only held kindergarten to 2nd graders, so almost everything but the swings were too small for us.

We each occupied our own swing and passed our joint back and forth. The swings were placed under some trees and I found it annoying that water was dripping on us from the wet leaves above. It was still sprinkling and kind of cool out.

"You're both 18 right?" Anna asked. It surprised me because I thought she would know. She seemed to know Michael enough to at least know his age.

"Yeah, I'm 18." Michael answered her. "But Matt's 19."

"But you're both seniors?" She questioned.

I nodded, taking a hit from the joint. "Yeah. Michael's birthday's in August. The last of the year to turn 19. Had he been born a month later, he'd be a junior right now. And we probably wouldn't be friends."

"We'd be friends," He argued.

"Doubtful," I said. "We met in class in middle school."

"We could have met sometime in high school too. Bros for life, man." He said, taking the joint from me as I held it out for him.

"You got any lady friends, Anna?" Michael asked.

"Nah," she said, "Not close ones. Can't trust bitches now-a-days."

"Heard that," Michael said. "It would be nice if you had close ones though."

"Why? You getting bored of me?" She smiled at him.

"No," He laughed, showing her he wasn't bored with her. "I just figured it would be even. I got Matt here and then you could have your friend here."

"I like the three of us here," she told him. It helped me believe what Michael had told me earlier about her wanting to have a threesome.

"So," he said. "What do you want to do?" He was the last one to take a hit from the joint before it was completely gone. I looked across the playground, wondering what was about to happen between the three of us.

"I think both of you know." She said bluntly. "Isn't that why we're all here?"

"Only if you want to." Michael told her.

"I wanna give one of you a blowjob." She said looking between both me and Michael. We even looked at each other, not really wanting to decide.

"You chose." I told her.

She got up from her swing, her back facing both of us, "Let's go over to the side of the school." She said.

We both left our swings and followed behind her. Michael walked by my side and smiled widely then walked up behind Anna and grabbed her ass. She giggled at him and squeezed his arm.

"Stand over here, Matt," She instructed me to lean against the brick wall of the school. I did as she said and watched her walk closer to me. Michael stayed behind her, rubbing at her hips.

I felt her hands touching my chest and they lowered down until they reached the crotch of my pants. She unbuttoned them and pulled them down just enough to pull my dick out of my boxers. I wasn't fully erect and I could sense a little disappointment from her. Maybe she thought I wasn't big because I wasn't completely hard. I wondered how experienced she was.




Mrs. Young Ch. 02



She leaned forward, her ass sticking out towards Michael. Her hand jerked me at a steady pace. Faster than Mrs. Young had done last night. I couldn't believe I liked it better when she had done it slowly, teasing me to an orgasm.

"Unbutton your jeans," Michael commanded from behind her. She took her free hand away from my chest and did exactly what he said. I watched him pull Anna's jeans down to her ankles and heard her groan in front of me. Michael was already getting to work. He was holding onto her hips, thrusting into her from behind. I heard the clapping of his lap hitting against her ass.

"Suck his dick," Michael told her, pushing her face down on me.

Her mouth seemed to feel a lot smaller than I had imagined it would feel. I felt her tongue playing on the underside of my cock. But not as expertly as Mrs. Young had done it the night before.

Why did I keep comparing everything Anna was doing to how Michael's mom had done it?

I looked at Michael. He had his hand on her back, keeping her down as his other hand was gripping her hip.

He was pushing her face down on my dick more than she was herself. She seemed to be enjoying how rough he was being with her.

"That's a good girl," Michael breathed out, "Suck it."

I grabbed at her long hair keeping it out of her face. The light on the street beside the school gave me a good view of what she was doing. It was a sight.

She moaned quite audibly and grasped at my dick tightly after taking her mouth away. She glanced half way back at Michael behind her. I saw her mouth drop open slightly. Her breathing was very sexy combined with the continuous moans.

Michael leaned forward and pushed her face back to face me.

"Don't stop," He told her and rammed into her harder. She took my cock back into her mouth as far as she could. I felt the back of her throat and precum oozed out of me. I let go of her hair, seeing Michael's hand replacing mine as he took all of it in both of his hands and pulled to keep her head steady so she was looking up at me.

"Fuck yeah," I accepted her stare generously.

She softly moaned up at me and continued going at an in-and-out rhythm with her mouth. Her lips were tight around me and she was sucking hard.

Michael's rough pounding stopped momentarily before he commanded Anna again. "Turn around," he told her. She took her mouth away from my dick and did as she was told. She stood up straight waiting to hear what else Michael wanted her to do.

"Take your hoodie off and bend over," he pointed in front of him. She quickly took her hoodie off, messing her hair up in the process. I liked how it tangled in the back. It was sex hair now. It looked better in my opinion. She had a tiny white shirt on underneath her hoodie. I could see her hardened nipples through it, how she wasn't wearing a bra. She was probably a B or a C cup. Not too big, but they were noticeable and like-able tits.

Michael held his dick in one hand and put his other hand on Anna's head to bring her closer to him. "Go down," He told her. She got down on her knees and took him in her mouth like she was doing me seconds ago. "No," he pulled away, "Ass up." He scolded.

She kept her head down, mouth around his dick and moved her ass back up, presenting it in front of me. Her juices shined from the light. Her pussy looked good enough to lick up. But I debated on whether or not there would be any time for that. I didn't know how much longer Michael was going to last. And Anna might not let me finish if it was just me fucking her since she liked threesomes.

Instead of taking a risk of eating her out, I only leaned down and kissed her pussy and wiggled my tongue inside of her for a few seconds. She pushed her body back onto my face, obviously liking what Michael hadn't done for her. I stood back up, feeling like I was running out of time. I rubbed her pussy lips with my cock and slowly slid into her warmth.

Her quiet groan was muffled from Michael's dick down her throat. He was keeping a strong hold on her head, I noticed, so she wouldn't move away from him to look back at me like she had done a minute ago when she was facing my way.

"Yeah, bitch. You like being stuffed like this don't you," Michael said, moving his hips so his dick went in and out of her mouth. Her gagging only made me pound into her harder. Her hips felt full as I held onto them. They were great handle bars just for fucking.

"Little slut," He continued talking dirty to her. I kept quiet, almost feeling like I was about to cum. The walls of her vagina kept pulsing around me. I felt like she was controlling it, doing it on purpose. I had fucked a girl who could do that once. I was aware then that probably every female could control that.

"I'm about to cum," I announced, slowing my pace.

"Get down on your knees," Michael pulled his dick out of her mouth. Mine slipped out of her too as she got down on the grass. She leaned against the wall, both of us standing in front of her with our cocks in her face.

She grasped both of us with separate hands and started jerking as she looked up at us. She kissed both of our cock heads at the same time, almost allowing them to touch. Michael thrusted his hips forward, making his dick go into her mouth.

She played with me as she sucked him off. I was surprised at how much of his dick went down her throat. She could almost completely deep throat him. I realized that Michael and I were both pretty much the exact same size. Both about 7 or 8 inches. About the same width. I liked having that in common with my best friend.

Anna switched, jacking Michael off then taking me into her mouth.

"That's a good girl. Suck that dick." Michael encouraged her.

She took me deeper after he spoke. Deeper than she had taken either of us.

"Ahh yeah," I approved.

Michael replaced her hand with his hand, jacking himself off as he got closer to her face. Was this about to be a facial? I'd never done that. Did he always do that?

She took me out of her mouth completely and leaned against the schools brick wall, looking up at both of us with big, brown, pleading eyes.

I took my own dick in my hands and started jerking off as I moved closer to her face.

Michael slapped his dick on her cheek a couple times then continued jerking himself off. The head of his dick touching her lips.

"Cum all over my face," she told us, opening her mouth showing her white teeth and her purple tongue ring.

I was so close, right on edge. Just a few seconds longer. The build up was intense. Who would cum first?

"Ahh," Michael groaned, moving his hand faster. I copied him, wanting to finish at the same time.

Anna's hand grabbed both of our thighs as she licked her lips.

And that did it. The first spurt of cum was from me and it shot out and landed on her forehead and in her hair. She moaned, blinking a few times and waited for more. Another came, landing right on her cheek.

And then the first shot came out of Michael, landing on her right eye. She closed it, keeping the other one open to look at us.

"Ohh yeah," Michael shot another one, having it land in her hair where my first one had went.

We both kept stroking ourselves, watching her lick her lips. She sucked on Michael awhile longer then went back to me, making sure she got every drop out of both of us.

We both pulled our pants up and adjusted ourselves. Anna wiped her face off with the inside of her hoodie then put it back on. Neither of us told her she missed cleaning up what was left in her hair. I notice Michael rubbing her legs as she was beginning to pull her pants back up.

She stopped and waited for him. He backed her up against the wall, reaching between her legs aggressively. She seemed to enjoy it that way.

I saw his fingers rubbing in between her legs. She kept her eyes open staring into his. His face was mere inches from hers. Her mouth dropped open when he stuck his middle finger inside of her. Her knees bent, almost like it was too much for her to continue standing.

Michael pushed his body up against hers to keep her upright as he continued wiggling his finger inside of her. Her moaning drew me in closer. 

She looked at me, as if remembering that I was still there, and that it wasn't just her and Michael. She grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to her. As close as Michael was to her. 

She smelled of sex. And I suppose we all did. But she did the most with both of our cum still in her hair.

She hissed in a breathe of air, clenching her teeth together. I saw steam come out of her mouth. But it didn't seem to feel that cold to any of us.

"Oh," she moaned, looking back at my best friend, "Don't stop, Michael." She begged.

But just after she spoke, he did stop. He took his finger out of her and brought it up to her lips. She opened her mouth, sucking his finger right in, licking all of her juices clean from his finger.

"You like the way your pussy tastes, don't you?" Michael said, moving his finger in and out of her mouth slowly. She moaned as her response.

"You want us to eat you out?" He teased her. She looked at us both, but kept her pleading gaze on me. I don't even think she came earlier. She looked frustrated. I knew the feeling.

I crouched down, not letting Michael have a chance to first. I had gotten a taste before but it wasn't enough.

I'd always thought about pussy and enjoyed eating girls out. I liked it most when the girl would shave. And Anna had done just that. She was young, and most girls our age (that'd I'd been with) had shaved themselves completely bald down there.

I only liked it because it felt cleaner, I could see the pussy better, and it was smooth.

"Matt's gonna eat your pussy out," Michael told her, making her moan more. I looked up and saw his hand going under her hoodie to grope her breasts. He kissed and sucked at her neck, giving me some space in front of her. I pushed one of her legs over, making her spread open wide for me. The view was great. I was looking up into some kind of heaven. This girl could easily be an angel.

I kissed her thigh, smelling her from where I was. Her clit shined from her pussy juices and a single drop came out of her. She was soaked.

I leaned forward quickly enough to catch the drop of her juices on my tongue. I barely grazed it over her lips. Teasing this way wasn't harmful. Especially if I knew I was going to give it to her.

I kissed above her clit, noticed some of her juices had found its way up there.

"He's teasing me," Anna complained, trying to thrust her hips towards my face. I moved my head back, denying her what she wanted just yet.

"What's wrong with teasing?" Michael asked her, biting at her ear lobe. Her mouth was slightly opened, and she seemed to be at a loss for words.

Feeling like she had had enough, I covered her mound completely with my mouth and licked from the bottom of her pussy lips right up to her clit. I felt her body twitch in front of me in approval.

Michael laughed and I looked up at him smiling at her. "She likes that,"

I smiled and buried my face back in, inching my tongue deep inside of her. I wiggled it up and down, holding onto her thighs to keep her still. Her body convulsed as if she were being tortured.

"Ahh!" She moaned, thrusting her hips forward again. I stayed where I was, enjoying how she was humping my face. Practically riding my tongue.

I looked up and noticed Michael had a firm grip around her neck and also a full hand of her hair in his other fist. I could hear him talking lowly into her ear, bringing her closer to an orgasm.

"You like that baby? You like that tongue inside you?" I heard him say.

"Yes!" She moaned, her voice echoing off the playground walls and concrete. "Fuck!" She squealed, almost trying to sit on my face.

I flicked my tongue over her clit as fast as I could and stuck two fingers inside of her.

"Are you gonna cum?" Michael asked her. I looked up again in time to see her nod and bite her lip. Her pleading eyes looked down at me as I continued to eat her out.

She was really going at my face now, treating it like a toy or something that really got her off. I didn't try to move away from her. I liked how she was using me. I could feel myself getting hard again it turned me on so much.

And then she stopped moving and groaned as she twitched her body, then she stopped moving again. She thrusted herself slowly over my lips one time, two times, before resting her back on the brick wall of the school.

I caught my breathe and stood up, feeling my jeans tightening around my dick again. My jacket covered it up from view. Michael's erection was clearly visible though and Anna definitely saw it and felt it against her leg.

We all leaned against the school side-by-side, staring at the swings across the playground. We were quiet just to catch our breathe.

Anna pulled a cigarette out from her hoodie pocket and lit it with her lighter. I hardly smoked anything but weed, but a cigarette would be just as good. Especially after a threesome like that.

"I need to be getting home here soon," Anna spoke first, still sounding out of breathe.

"We'll walk you," Michael told her.

"You don't need to," she turned the offer down. "It's only a few blocks away."

"Yeah but, I want to walk you." He said.

I saw Anna look over at me out of the corner of my eye. "What about you?" She asked, laughing, "I think we wore Matty here out," I heard Michael snicker along with her.

"I am wore out," I admitted and half smiled.

"It's only a couple blocks, man," Michael told me. "Let's go ahead and start walking." He stood up, grabbing onto Anna's hand to help her to her feet. She gave him the cigarette then turned towards me to help me stand up.

***

The rain hadn't stopped since we'd left Michael's house. As we left the play ground, it seemed to be picking up even more.

Anna pulled her hood over her head. Her hair was no longer straight anyway. It was knotted and tangled up. I didn't think we had been too rough with her though.

"This rain is fucking cold," She commented as we made it back to go-mart we had met at about an hour ago. "I'm gonna go in and get me a drink," she told us, "Do you guys wants anything?"

"No," Michael told her. "We'll wait here."

She looked to me, but I shook my head. What I really wanted was to lay down on the couch back at Michael's and go to sleep.

After making sure Anna was inside the store I spoke. "I think I'm just gonna head back to the house, man."

"You're gonna head back?" He questioned. "It's just a couple blocks to her place. I was gonna try to see if she would give us head one more time."

I looked around the gas station. No one was around. I wondered what time it was.

"As great as that sounds, I'm just really tired and wanna head back to the house." I told him.

"You just gotta walk a few block with us then get your dick sucked again. I think it's worth it."

"I'm tired," I repeated. "I'm sure she'll wanna do this again. And I'll do it again too if you want. But right now, I just wanna sleep."

"Whatever, man," he said, "You're gonna miss out."

I shrugged, letting him know that was perfectly fine with me.

"I got a Mountain Dew if you guys want a drink," Anna told us as she walked back out of the store.

Michael took the bottle from her and took a big gulp.

"I thought you said you weren't thirsty!" She laughed at him and tried to take it back.

"I'm not," He smiled down at her, holding the drink above him out of her reach.

She grabbed at his jacket and ran her hands down his chest. It seemed to distract him long enough for her to get her drink back.

"That was cheating," he told her.

"It was completely fair."

"Yeah, yeah," He rolled his eyes and smirked. "Alright, say bye to Matt, then I'll walk you home."

"What?" She looked at me. "You're not coming with us?"

I shrugged and shook my head. "I'm gonna head back to the house. I'm exhausted."

She looked like she understood, but she also seemed a little bit disappointed. We walked away from the gas station and headed for the sidewalk back on the street.

"I had a lot of fun," She told us, "With both of you." She squeezed my arm then let go.

I smiled, liking that she enjoyed that I was there.

"I'll walk her home then I'll text you when I'm coming back to the house," Michael told me, holding onto Anna's hand.

"Alright," I said and began to turn and walk the opposite way they were heading.

"Wait," Anna's voice made me stop. She moved closer to me and hugged me. Her hand wrapped around my back to pull me closer to her. It surprised me more than anything. Michael smiled a cocky grin from behind her as he kept her other hand in his.

It was easy to see how bad he wanted this girl all to himself. And I was perfectly fine with that, but she wanted more than just him.

"We have to do this again," she said to me, "I hope you're around when I give Michael a call."

"I hope I am too," I said.

She pulled away from me smiling then we went our separate ways. I adjusted myself in my pants as I got closer to the house. I didn't know what time it was because I had left my phone up in Michael's room. So I didn't know if Mrs. Young would be awake or not.

***

When I finally reached the front door, I was drenched from the rain. I could feel it all the way to my boxers. And shit was starting to stick to my skin. The rubbing made my half erect dick more sensitive and I felt it grow in my pants.

I adjusted myself one more time as I opened the door and walked in. The lights were on as I looked around the living room. And I froze after shutting the door. Mrs. Young was sitting on the long couch (where I'd be wanting to sleep once I got on a dry pair of boxers) with a glass of wine in her hand.

I took my hand away from my crotch quickly after remembering that I had tried adjusting myself again. I knew I had a noticeable bulge, but I would have to try and ignore it until I got up stairs.

"Sorry," I mumbled and walked through the living room in front of the TV to head for the stairs.

"Where's Michael?" She stopped me, waiting for an answer.

"Uhh," I panicked. Why hadn't I thought about this while I was walking? "Still at our friends house." I said, trying to think of what else to say before she even asked.

"Why didn't he come back with you?"

"He didn't want to leave when I did. I got tired." I answered truthfully.

"Should have taken an umbrella." She told me. "You're soaked."

I looked down at my clothes, and noticed how erect I was. My dick was bulging out enough to be noticed if she were to look. "Uh, yeah," I said. "I'm gonna go change."

I sauntered to the stairs then booked it once I was half way up them. Why was I still so hard? It wouldn't go down.

I pulled my jeans off and threw them on the floor in Michael's room. I found my bag at the end of his bed on the floor and pulled out a clean pair of boxers. I jerked my wet ones off and threw them along side my wet jeans. I gave my dick a few strokes before pulling my dry boxers on. It seemed to be more noticeable than it was in my jeans. Which was a problem.

"Fuck," I cursed, trying to think of my grandma doing something dirty or my sister or any relative for that matter. Anything to make it go away. But it wouldn't.

I took my shirt off next and pulled a clean one out of my bag as well. Maybe the shirt would cover it up if I needed to go back downstairs before Mrs. Young went to bed.

"Matthew," I jumped from hearing my name up the hall. It sounded like Mrs. Young was walking up the stairs towards Michael's room.

"Yeah," I said, looking around the room. I held my shirt in front of my crotch at the last second before she appeared at the door. "Yeah?"

"I can wash your wet clothes for you real quick if you want me to," She suggested, walking into the room. "I'm going to be up for a few more hours doing laundry anyway."




Mrs. Young Ch. 02



I looked at my wet clothes on the floor and she followed my gaze. "Yeah, that's cool. Thanks." I said.

Her eyes landed back on me. I was in my underwear and no shirt. I didn't quite feel uncomfortable. But I wasn't completely comfortable either.

"You can take a shower if you'd like to, too," she offered.

"Ah, no. I just want to get dry and go to sleep." I half smiled, trying to be polite like I had been before this whole mess.

"Matthew," she said, looking me over. I felt my cock twitch involuntarily.

"Mrs. Young," I replied.

"Why are you so excited?" She finally bluntly asked.

My eyes widened. I thought this kind of talking was over with between us? "Uh..." I struggled to find words.

"I know you are." She said looking me up and down again. "I saw it when you walked in. And now you're trying to hide it with your shirt."

"I don't think you should be talking to your sons best friend like this." I told her seriously, trying to make her see how it made me feel when she said it.

She looked down, almost as if she were embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I just..."

"It's okay," I told her after she didn't say anything for too many seconds.

She looked at my wet clothes on her sons floor then looked back at me standing almost naked in front of her.

"What did you guys do?" She asked.

"Nothing," I shook my head, "We just went to a friends house and played video games."

She looked down at my shirt again then back up at me.

"Really." I told her. "This is just a guy thing. It does it for no reason at all some times."

"Matthew," she walked closer to me. "I can smell it on your breathe."

"We weren't drinking," I quickly defended. Maybe she was smelling the wine she had been drinking.

"No," she shook her head. "I can smell It on your breathe." I noticed how she emphasized the word 'it'.

"Smell what?" I asked, now completely confused.

"Were you with a girl?"

I stopped. Realizing now what she could smell. How could she even smell it? Was it that strong of a smell? Was it just my breathe or was it my whole body? Did I smell like sex? Maybe I did need to take a shower.

She could smell Anna's pussy juice on my breathe. I didn't know if I should deny it or think it was really hot that she could pick out the smell.

"Uhh," I looked down at the floor; here and there. Anything but into her eyes.

"Is that why you're still bothered?"

"Mrs. Young," I looked back up at her. I felt like she was beginning to tease me again. It was the bad teasing. Where I wasn't sure if I was just being teased or if I was being teased and then would get what I wanted.

She waited patiently for me to confess.

"I wasn't going to but Michael convinced me. And she would only do it with him if I came along because this girl liked threesomes."

"Threesomes?" Mrs. Young repeated, shocked. "You and Michael?" She questioned again.

I nodded, kind of feeling myself relax.

"Why would you tell me that?"

I thought the question was useless since we both knew why. "Because you asked."

"I didn't ask about my sons sex life," she told me. "Why would I want to know about that?"

"Why would you want to know about mine?" I countered.

She didn't reply. She didn't do anything. She seemed to be stuck staring at me, like she had lost.

"You're not my son." She finally said.

"Close to it."

"You're not." She said flatly.

"You still shouldn't talk to me like this."

"You were all for it last night." She said.

"Yeah," I agreed with her. "Up until you started ignoring me and making me feel like shit because of something you started."

"I didn't mean to make you feel like shit," She told me. "I just had a moment of weakness last night, Matthew. It really was a mistake." She shook her head, trying to make me understand that it shouldn't have happened. But it did. And I'd always remember it. She would, too no matter how much she convinced herself she'd forget about it.

"It didn't feel like one." I said.

"I know," she replied, "it didn't at the time."

"Well, maybe you're just confused now." I moved closer to her. "Maybe you're feeling like this because that was just the first time."

"First and only time." She corrected me.

"It would have been nice to have maybe three times." I said, trying to lighten the mood. She didn't seem to be amused though.

"This is serious Matthew. If we act like this, peoples' feelings will be changed and hurt. Think about your best friend."

"Think about your husband," I nodded.

"Exactly! My husband." She said. "This can't continue.

"I stopped thinking it would." I told her.

"You have?"

"Yeah," I said. "You had my hopes up, but I got them down when I apologized to you this evening."

She gave me a sad smile then stepped away from me and picked up my wet clothes. "This is going to haunt us for the rest of our lives." She said.

"It will only haunt us if we keep pretending we didn't like it." I told her.

*

I really enjoyed reading all the feedback from chapter one. Next chapter should be out soon. 



Mrs. Young Ch. 03



It's been a few months, but the third part is finally here. I apologize for the wait to those who have enjoyed the previous parts of this story. 

*

"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.




Mrs. Young Ch. 03



"I 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.




Mrs. Young Ch. 03



"Oh fuck, come on," I smiled, trying to step closer. She pushed me back to where I was previously, if not farther.

"Don't say fuck," She warned me.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, raising my eyebrows and giving her an amused looked.

She grinned, and pulled me closer. I felt somewhat rewarded as she pulled down my boxers barley an inch. The head of my dick was showing. I could feel her warm breath attacking it while she kissed the lower part of my stomach again and anywhere around the head. Not directly on it though.

I tried moving my hips closer to her and holding her hair back, but she pulled back again, holding my hips in place and slapping my hand away. "This way, or no way," she said sternly.

I put my hands behind me and nodded for her to continue. I would do exactly what she said. I just needed to stand there and I would be in heaven.

She scooted back to me and pulled my boxers down all the way. I felt them land at my feet. She removed her feet from on top of mine. "Step out of them," she told me. I did as she said and kicked the boxers away. Her feet rested back on top of mine, making sure I stayed where I was standing.

My cock was pointing straight at her. We both watched as my dick twitched with each beat of my heart.

"That's my favorite part," she commented, looking up at me.

"What?"

"Seeing a heart beat through a cock," she said seriously.

It was the first time I'd ever heard Mrs. Young say cock, or anything dirty at all. It made me twitch noticeably.

"Hmm," she moaned in approval. She leaned forward, still looking up at me and let her tongue fall out of her mouth. Acting like she was going for my dick, she passed it teasingly and kissed my waist instead. I looked up at the ceiling, letting the teasing go. It was her favorite thing to do.

"Look at me," she told me, using her hand to grab the base of my dick. I looked down at the touch, happy she finally put her hand in the right place. She gently squeezed my balls, rolling them around in her hand. I looked up again from the feeling then quickly looked back down.

"Oh shi..." I stopped myself.

"Is Michael home?" She asked as she continued to roll my balls around in her hand.

I furred my eyebrows wanting him to be the last thing on my mind at the moment. I shook my head to answer her question.

"Was he home?" She asked, bringing her head closer to my dick then giving it a soft kiss at the tip where precum was dripping onto the floor. She licked her lips and waited for my answer.

I nodded.

After answering, she easily moved forward and licked from the base of my dick to the very tip. She made sure she kept her tongue wide for my entire length.

"Why did he leave?" She asked, using her other hand to stroke me as she waited for my answer.

I shook my head, "I don't know, I was too sleepy to ask. He was in then he left again.

Mrs. Young had slowed her pace, taking in my answer. "Did he really?" She asked again.

"Yeah," I nodded.

She tightened her grip on my balls and let my dick go. I almost liked the feeling but the grip was a little too tight.

"Are you sure?" She asked a third time.

"Ahh," I groaned, "yeah," She held me even tighter to where I wanted to pull away but didn't dare to. "Not so rough," I commented.

"Why did you lie to me?" She asked, letting go of my balls.

"What do you mean?" I asked. The only way she would know I was lying is if she was awake and heard us down stairs.

"I know you're lying to me," Mrs. Young explained. "Look at your dick pulsing with your fast heart beat. It's not because you're excited either. Plus I heard you down stairs." She said, taking a handful of my nuts again.

I let out a shaky sigh as I noticed her hand was still caressing me. "What do you want me to say?" I asked.

"The truth," She said.

"It's a little hard to concentrate right now."

"Then I'll stop," she said, taking her hand away from me.

"No no, wait," I said, bringing my hands from behind my back and grabbing hers. I placed both of them on my dick, making her hold onto me. "He came back with uh...." I started as Mrs. Young began stroking me on her own. I took my hands away and continued, "with uh the girl we were with."

"The girl," she repeated, "the one you told me about when you got back last night?"

"The one you 'made' me tell you about," I corrected her, "yeah."

"Why did she come back?" She asked, sounding a little annoyed that Michael brought the girl back to her house at 4 in the morning.

"I don't know," I told her. "I was on the couch and I woke up because," I paused, "well I had to take care of myself and then they walked in and she wanted to...you know,"

"Did she now?"

I nodded sighing as Mrs. Young kissed the head of my cock. I liked what happened when I told her the truth. And she seemed to know whether I was lying or not.

"And then what happened." She probed on.

"Uhhhhh," I searched my thoughts. Mrs. young parted her lips and barley applied suction to the tip of my dick. Mostly on the underside where I was most sensitive, "Uhhh she saw that I was hard and started giving me a blow job. Ahhhh, yes right there." I tossed my head back and closed my eyes.

"Hmmmm, how was she?"

"She was okay." I commented.

"Just okay?"

"She wasn't you." I said, looking back down.

I saw Mrs. Young grin with major pride as she sucked my entire cock into her mouth. I groaned trying to hold back from holding her head as she sucked greedily at my shaft right down to my balls where her tongue lingered.

She finally removed her mouth and stroked me slowly using her spit. "Is this the same girl you said you ate out?"

I hadn't noticed I had my mouth wide open as I was staring down at her until I was about to speak. My mouth felt dry as I nodded instead of talking.

"Did you get her off?"

"I guess," I said, "I don't know."

"Did you like it?"

I nodded.

"What did you like about it?" She questioned.

I shrugged, "The taste, the smell, the way she felt on my tongue. Everything."

"Usually men don't like doing it."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Some men don't like it for the same reasons that you do like it."

"Some women are different though," I commented, thinking back to two of my ex girlfriends I had eaten out almost a year ago. I remember they both tasted and smelled different, but it was still good pussy and you don't say no to that.

"That's true," Mrs. Young agreed, moving her face closer to my dick. "Some women don't like sucking cock either."

"I've had one of those." I nodded, remembering one of my exs not wanting to give me a blow job.

"She missed out," Jenny commented right before taking me into her mouth again. She gave me long, slow sucks. My dick popped out of her mouth loudly when she released me. Then she went right back to sucking me again.

Her nose reached all the way to my pelvic bone a few times when she decided she wanted my cock down her throat and her tongue tasting my balls at the same time. She finally allowed me to use my hands. Only to hold her hair back. I couldn't control her head or hold her down or pull her off. I kept her hair out of her eyes so we could see each other. And her stare was only getting me closer to the best part.

I looked passed her sucking. One of the straps on her tank top had been falling down for the last few minutes. I'm sure she knew. She would have fixed it. She had fixed it the first two times it had almost fallen down completely.

I reached slowly for the strap and played with it. She took her mouth away from my dick and stroked me as she looked where my hand was. She stared back at me, surprising me that she had not stopped me. I pulled at the strap, testing her again. Her answer was to continue her expert sucking.

I got the strap down as far as it would go. Her cleavage was more obvious as I looked down at her. I just needed the other strap down and I would get to see the prizes I'd been wanting to see for awhile now.

"Do you want to see my breasts, Matthew?" Jenny asked, reading my mind.

"Yes," I nodded.

She took her hands away from her toy and sat up straight. She easily grabbed at her breasts through her top, rubbing at her nipples playfully. I could see them protrude after a few seconds of giving them attention. She ran her fingers through her hair, moving it out of the way so her breasts weren't covered by anything but her top.

She slowly took the other strap in her hand and teasingly pulled it down almost completely. Both of her nipples were almost in view until she pulled the strap back up with another evil grin.

"You're horrible when you tease me." I told her. Though she already knew. I was sure.

Her face fell, and she was serious again. "That's just the way I act. I'm not teasing you."

"Then what do you call it?"

"I call it me being myself. That's the way I've always been in bed."

I thought about how much she's probably teased Michael's dad. Whether he likes it or just puts up with it. I also wondered about if he'd ever cheated on her while he was working. He was crazy to be married to who he was married to and to have a job where he's never around her. Mrs. Young was a one in a million kind of woman and he wasn't taking advantage of it. Which gives me the perfect excuse for why I was.

"What if I teased you?" I challenged.

"Good luck," She smiled, playing with her strap again. Without me expecting it, she quickly let it fall down to her waist, letting her breasts in my view for the first time and as long as I wanted.

"Wow," I breathed out, enjoying her still very perky C-cup sized breasts.

Jenny smiled at my stupid and some-what speechless face. Everything else wasn't even worth looking at. Her chest was the main thing and I could look at her nipples for hours. I could suck them for hours if she'd let me.

"What are you thinking?" She asked.

"Very, very, very.....wow," I started crouching down to be level with them. I finally settled with being on my knees in front of her. I leaned forward, my stomach against her knees in front of me. I felt her foot inch forward until it touched my still very hard, very sore cock.

"Do you want to touch them?" She asked me.

I nodded, my mouth half open as I looked up into her eyes. I let my eyes fall to her breasts. Her nipples hardened like rocks, pointing directly at me like they were begging to be touched.

I brought both of my hands up trying to look at both of her breasts at the same time. My hands met at the undersides of her breasts first, lifting them; testing their weight.

"They're so heavy," I commented, looking at each breast.

"Mhm," Mrs. Young agreed with me. "Why don't you give them a taste?"

I looked at her in shock. Did she really just ask me that? "You want...."

"You heard what I said." She interupted me.

I didn't have to be asked twice, and I moved foreword, still feeling her foot on my dick. She arched her back, heaving her chest closer to my face. I licked my lips and aimed for which ever breast reached me first.

"Hmm," she hummed with approval. I found the closest nipple and snaked my tongue out to feel it harden. She placed her hand on the back of my head, gripping at my hair and running her fingers through it. "That's feels good, Matthew." She assured me.

After tasting each of her very erect nipples, I chose the left one and engulfed her entire nipple into my mouth and began to suck playfully as my tongue flicked the center. "Ahhh," she sighed happily with a smile.

Her arms hugged my head closer to her chest like she thought I would somehow pull away for any crazy reason. 

I sucked at her nipple like I would never have the chance to again. And I might not have after this. I quickly moved to her other nipple to give it just as much attention.

"Slow down, Matt." Mrs. Young giggled, still running her fingers through my hair. "Don't be in such a rush."

"Sorry," I mumbled, giving slow pecks to each of her nipples now.

"Are you tired?" She decided to ask me, her feet were still giving my dick attention at the side of the bed.

I shook my head, "Not even a little."

"It's 5 in the morning." She commented. It was sounding to me like she wanted what ever we were doing to stop. I didn't catch any hint that she would be wanting to continue later either which put me in some sort of panic.

I pulled away from kissing and sucking her breasts to look at them. Just to remember them. When would I ever get this chance again? Sitting at the side of my best friends moms bed with her top off and her breasts knowingly being showed to me. I'd never forget it.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked me.

"Wondering what you're thinking about." I replied.

"Whether or not I should ask you if you want to eat me out before I send you back down stairs." She grinned widely, surprising me with her honesty.

"Ask me?" I laughed out loud, moving closer to her. "You tell me and I'm down." I said. "Literally,"

She laughed with me, enjoying the comfortable moment we were sharing together.

"Well..." she said, leaning back to rest on her elbows. I noticed her playing with the waistband of her shorts as she stared at me.

"Can I," I asked, reaching up to grab at her shorts where her hands were and gently tugged at them.

She nodded, smiling down at me.

My mouth quickly started to water, anticipating the taste my tongue was about to be rewarded.

I began pulling her shorts down, and she easily lifted her butt off the bed to help me take them off completely. I threw her shorts across the room, not caring where they landed.

Mrs. Young spread her legs open wide in front of me. Her white cotton panties hugged to her hips perfectly. The damp spot at the crouch of her panties was my target.

I slipped my arms under her thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. She was laying down completely now, not resting on her elbows.

Her hands went to her breasts and tugged at her nipples as she stared down at me. Her sons best friend.

I lowered me face to her wet panties. I could smell her and feel the heat coming from her pussy.

I went straight for the wet spot first, rubbing my nose on her clit through her panties. My tongue made the cotton even wetter as I tasted her. I looked up to an open mouthed Mrs. Young. I'd get off to that face of pleasure. I'd remember it when I needed it most. I was making her make that face. I'd never been so turned on.

"Mmmm," she moaned, squirming before me. I let go of her thighs and slid my hands up her sides and found her breasts. She gladly let me take over as she moved her hands aside.

We both froze at the sound of hearing a cough coming up the hallway. Mrs. Young looked down at me and I pulled away from her drenched panties to look at the closed door.

"Shit," Mrs. Young cursed and wasted no time in getting off the bed and finding her shorts. She quickly pulled her top back up and searched "Get in the closet," she whispered frantically, "Now."

I stood up, grabbing my boxers and darted for the dark closet. I cracked the door and quickly attempted putting my boxers on the right way. I stopped moving when I heard the bedroom door open.

"You're up?" I hear Michael's voice.

I hoped Mrs. Young found her shorts. "Just using the bathroom." She lied to her son. "And where've you been," She asked, sounding angry. I peaked through the cracked door.

Mrs. Young was crossing her arms as she looked at Michael. She had luckily found her shorts in time and put them back on.

"I was just at a friends house," he told her.

"Mhm" Mrs. Young shook her head.

"Do you know where Matt is? I didn't see him on the couch when I came in."

"I sent him out to go find you an hour ago." She quickly lied again.

"Mom, why'd you do that?" Michael rolled his eyes. "I'll call him and tell him I'm home."

Mrs. Young quickly looked at her closet in a panic. There was nothing to worry about though. My phone was downstairs on vibrate.

"I'm going to bed," Michael said after finding my name in his contacts and bringing the phone up to his ear.

"You're not going to sleep all day tomorrow," Mrs. Young told him before he walked out of her room. We both waited to hear his bedroom door close. Mrs. Young cracked her door and watched to be sure he closed it all the way. When she heard the door latch, she looked in my direction. I opened the closest and walked back out slowly. She shook her head at me, looking very serious. "You're boxers are on backwards." She whispered

I looked down and realized why they didn't feel right, "Oh," I pulled them off, feeling Mrs. Young's eyes on me as I did. I slid them back on the right way. I was still hard but not as much as I had been.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow." She whispered, pushing me towards her door.

"Talk?" I questioned.

She nodded. "Sometime before you go home."

"Alright," I said and quietly snuck past Michael's room and downstairs. 

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Mrs. Young Ch. 04



I 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.









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