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Her Son's Best Friend Ch. 02

By: The Big Bopper



This story is told through the eyes of a woman, Barbara Bradley, 42-years old, married for the second time. Her husband is Terry and she has two children, a son and a daughter from her first marriage. Two of her son's best friends have just given her mind-blowing sex and she still languishes in the after-glow.

I knew that I would have to move soon, to get up out of my bed, to go and shower and wash the smell of MILF sex off me ... to dress more sedately to welcome my husband home from his hard day at the office. This had been a day in which he had rejected his wife - the sexual temptress, unknowingly sending me into the arms of the two young men who had subsequently brought me an afternoon of sexual delight.

After I showered, I changed the sheets that were stained from the cum of Jeremy and Kurt, mingled with the juices from my body. At last, weary from the pleasant ravaging of my body, I stood in the doorway of my bedroom and surveyed the appearance of the room, ensuring that it would look normal to my husband when he entered in an hour or two. It was in this doorway that Jeremy had stood only hours ago, dropping his tracksuit pants to expose that gorgeous large penis, beginning the events that brought out multiple orgasms in me.

When Terry arrived home that evening, he was unbelievably horny, like out of control horny, wanting to take me to bed for a quickie before dinner. That could be disastrous because there was no way I could accept any penis inside my vagina tonight, maybe even tomorrow or the next day. Jeremy and Kurt had given me such a workout with hard-driving fucking that my passage was so sore and sensitive. It wasn't just the amount of sex from these two young men, but the size of Jeremy's penis that had filled me like I had never been filled before.

I stressed out while cooking dinner, wondering how I could quell Terry's need for sex. After he had rejected me at his office, my suspicions had been that he was having sex with his PA and that they may have planned a lunchtime session. But for him to come home this horny made me reconsider that he might be having an affair.

After dinner, I cleared our plates away and when I came back from the kitchen, I stepped up to the table, standing opposite my husband. Then, taking Terry completely by surprise, I got down on my knees and crawled under the table, pushed his knees apart and slid in between them. Reaching up to unzip him, I reached a hand in and pulled out his penis and closed my mouth over it.

The sound of my husband's moans as my wet mouth enveloped the head and half the shaft of his rapidly rising penis told me how surprised he was at my actions. Our two almost adult children still live at home, so we never indulge in any sexual activity out of our bedroom. However, Adam was away at the moment and our daughter's tertiary studies would see her out until ten tonight.

I really worked at giving Terry the best damn blow-job he has ever had. I knew that if I could get him to cum here at the table, it would dim his horniness enough to avoid the embarrassment and possible exposure that would follow if I showed pain if we had full-on sex. When I had built up a strong rhythm and I could hear his breathing becoming ragged, he did try to push my mouth away, yelling "No Barbara, I want you in bed, I want to fuck." But I pursued my task so diligently that he quickly gave up and allowed me to suck his cum all the way to the surface, having it spit from the tip of his penis and splash to the back of my throat. I even swallowed, which I am normally reluctant to do.

He somehow pushed his chair back from the table and I moved with him, so that when he opened his eyes again after blowing his wad into my welcoming mouth, I was still kneeling between his thighs. His now limp cock still rested on my lower lip, traces of his spent cum dribbling down to my chin. He laughed, "Wow, what brought that on?"

I just giggled for reply.

So I dodged a bullet that night. Although he had come home, wanting to make love to the woman who had seductively teased him in his office that day, my husband had alternatively been very impressed with my impromptu blow-job and the added risk of doing it in the dining room. So we went to bed, he very satisfied with the outcome of the evening and me obviously satisfied with the incredible pleasure that I had drawn from the two young men this afternoon.

In the days that followed, I thought about that afternoon of unbridled lust over and over. While I had told Jeremy that it would never happen again, my mind turned over and over, considering how it might be possible. I knew that it should not, that was when the moral me stood up and rejected the sordid scenario of (a) cheating on my husband and (b) doing it with my son's best friends, (c) with young men that were less than half my age.

It was hard to justify a reason for wanting to have another day like that one. Yet in the darker areas of my mind, a box had been opened and my body lustfully craved another opportunity to have one or both of them bring me the delights that I savoured that magical afternoon.

When my son Adam returned from his holiday, I was nervous around him. I was constantly looking for signs that Jeremy or Kurt might have revealed to him that his mother had given them an afternoon of unbridled sex. But Adam was just his normal happy vibrant self and it appeared that the boys had respected me and not kissed and told. Then I went on to worry whether their silence meant that they would pursue me again. What would I do, how would I react if they came to my door any day and wanted to do me all over again? I was afraid that I would have little resistance if they did.

About two weeks later, Adam asked me if he could have his friends around for a pool party. While I was nervous at having both Jeremy and Kurt in my home again, I felt that there would be safety in numbers and besides, there was no valid reason to deny my son having his friends over.

The day arrived, a Sunday ... there was quite a bunch, 4 girls and 6 guys, including Adam. Naturally, Jeremy and Kurt were there, they were very polite to me, addressing me as Mrs Bradley, just as they had done when their penises were inside me. My husband Terry chose not to stay at home, going out with his mates to watch a baseball game and our daughter was also out with her friends, so it was just Adam's 20-year old friends and me, the 42-year-old mother.

I watched a fair bit of the swimming and all round horseplay of testosterone-driven young males and giggly teasing females from my kitchen window. Although there was a gender imbalance in the group, I did notice one or two decided couples emerge through the afternoon, particularly as the alcohol flowed. Jeremy -- yes, he of the larger than life penis -- seemed to have hooked up with an attractive young woman.

Her name was Georgia and about 3pm she came into the kitchen to talk to me. It was pleasant all-about-nothing conversation at first, but then she got around to telling me how she and Jeremy had become an item just a few weeks ago. She raved on about her feelings for him and that she hoped it would really lead somewhere. Then she suddenly hit me with a bombshell request.

"Mrs Bradley, is there somewhere Jeremy and I could go ... err, I mean, in your house, like a room with a bed in it, where we could, like, do it?" She looked sheepish, like a little embarrassed, but she had still been bold enough to ask.

I didn't know what to say. My moral code was back in the previous generation, and each generation coming through perhaps pushed the envelope just that bit further. Terry and I had recently talked about our reaction if either of our kids wanted to bring a partner home to stay and to sleep with them in their room. We agreed that it seemed pretty normal to do that these days, although it would have horrified our own parents.

But this was a bit different. Why wasn't young Georgia asking her own mum if she could take her new love Jeremy to her own bed? She could see the stunned look on my face and was experiencing my long silence.

"If you don't want us to, Mrs Bradley, it's okay. It's just that we have been building up to this moment for a few weeks, and I'm ... err, sort of on heat right now. I ... err, oh God, I want him so badly this very moment and I am so wet down there. Mrs Bradley, it's not like I haven't had sex before, I've just never done it with Jeremy, and I so want to."

Just a minute ... I am getting information overload. Did this girl really need to tell me just how wet she was? This seemed so weird in view of my having had sex with young Jeremy just two weeks ago. "Did Jeremy get you to ask me?" I was curious to know.

"Oh God no, Mrs Bradley, he doesn't know what I'm planning. I wanted to get your permission to use a room, a bed you know, and just go back out by the pool and take his hand and lead him inside there. He will be so surprised."

I was at least reassured by that. I knew that I was only a MILF to Jeremy, but I felt great affection for him, not just for the sex we had had, but also for having seen him grow up from a 4-year-old to now. I hated to think that he would be blatantly flaunting his real love in front of me at this time. But Georgia's words reassured me that he was not, and in fact, I wondered then if Jeremy would be embarrassed that Georgia had asked me for use of a bedroom.

The next consideration, as Georgia looked to me expectantly for my answer, was whether she knew how big Jeremy was when fully erect. Had they petted that much for her to have felt around and found that she could not wrap her fingers around its girth. If she had had sex before, as she claimed, then she would know that other young men did not enjoy the dimensions that Jeremy did. Then I wondered further whether that afternoon that I had enjoyed with Jeremy and Kurt had been pre-planned to give Jeremy some experience at fucking a woman. In other words, to get practice on me because he knew he would soon have to perform for his new girlfriend Georgia.

That did seem a distinct possibility as I stood here in my kitchen on a Sunday afternoon, confronted by the cool young woman, Georgia who wanted me to let her use a bed in my house to fuck with her stud boyfriend. "Err," I stumbled as I struggled to give her the answer she wanted, "how about the guestroom, it's just back there behind the laundry, through that door there."

Georgia's face lit up and she reached out, throwing her arms around my neck, "Oh thank you, Mrs Bradley, you are so cool, Adam sure is lucky to have such a great mum."

She planted a kiss on my cheek and spun around to leave. She was almost to the door that led back to the pool when she stopped, "Oh, I suppose I better get it ready, pull the top sheet back, make it look like our little love nest. Is it through here?" she asked and I nodded as she trotted off to prepare the bed for she and Jeremy to have their first sex together.

Soon, she was back, calling to me as she passed through the kitchen on the way to find Jeremy out by the pool, "It's just perfect, Mrs Bradley, just perfect."

I went back to my watching post at the kitchen window and saw the bubbly Georgia run up to Jeremy as he stood by the pool talking to, of all people, my own son Adam. What would he think of his mother giving his best mate a room to go and fuck his new girlfriend in? Then I had a touch of guilt as I watched the three of them ... then again, what would Adam think if he knew that best mate had fucked me -- his mother?

Georgia had Jeremy's hand and eventually, she managed to take him away from his discussion with Adam. I watched as she led him half-way back to the house, then she stopped to talk to him. I could see the look on his face as she appeared to explain where they were heading. He smiled happily, as I guess any young man would when he suddenly found out he was about to bed his new girlfriend. I wondered if there would be a twinge of guilt from him for doing it in the same house as we had done it just two weeks ago. If he had been practising on me for this moment, there was a supreme irony about doing it under the same roof.

The explanation over, Georgia again tugged him along toward the back door that I stood alongside. I quickly busied myself, appearing to get some more food ready for the pool party. Georgia led Jeremy by the hand in through the door and I naturally looked up. She giggled, "Thanks again, Mrs B, and Jeremy thanks you too," turning her head back to her new boyfriend, "don't you hun?"

Jeremy looked at me very timidly, "Yes ... err, yes I do, Mrs Bradley." He looked to me as if it was a guilt look on his part, like he was looking to see if there was any anger from me. Perhaps my theory about him using me for practice was dead right and he was looking to see if I had worked it out.

"That's okay, guys," I said brightly, giving my tacit approval to what was about to happen in my guestroom. They quickly disappeared through the laundry door on the way to the guestroom just behind.

The laundry had a shower and toilet attached and with the guestroom on the other side, it was intended to be a self-contained area for a lodger or relation to stay in.

I went back to my cooking for the party and resumed my watch out the window, enjoying watching the frolicking by the pool of my son and his friends. A few minutes had elapsed since Georgia and Jeremy had adjourned for their first sex session together. But suddenly I was startled by a loud shriek from the direction of the guestroom. I was in a sudden panic, it sounded like a woman's shriek, was Georgia alright? What had Jeremy done to her? I felt responsible if anything happened to her because I had given permission to use the room.

I looked out to see if the shriek had been loud enough to be heard out by the pool. They had music playing out there, so they hadn't heard a thing. I headed over toward the laundry door, went through it to the door on the other side behind which was the guestroom.

I heard another shriek, louder this time because I was closer and the sound wasn't now competing with the music from the pool area. Then the shriek was followed by "No Jeremy, no, don't."

What should I do? What was this young man doing? Surely not raping her, he didn't need to, she seemed so eager to have him. I stood at the door, debating whether to knock. Should I intrude? Damn it, I knocked anyway, adding, "Are you two okay in there? Is everything alright?"

There was no answer, but when I pressed my ear to the door, I thought I could hear sobbing. Damn it, I was going in. I turned the handle and the door opened. My eyes adjusted to the semi-dark. I could see Georgia lying on her back on the bed, she was naked, her legs spread. Jeremy was above her, also nude, his legs between hers, that long thick penis of his rested on her smooth flat tummy.

"I'm sorry to intrude at such a moment, but I heard screaming, are you okay, Georgia?"

She was sobbing, seriously.

"She's become a bit hysterical, Mrs Bradley," said Jeremy, his upper body raised above hers, his straightened arms by her sides.

"Do you know why, Jeremy?"

He looked at me standing by the side of the bed, "I ... err, I might have been a bit eager to get inside her. I don't know if I hurt her or just scared her. After the foreplay, it was feeling so good and she was so wet down there ... I might have just pushed it in a bit quick."

I lectured him like a school marm, "Jeremy, did you learn nothing from me?" then quickly hesitated when I realised what I had just revealed out aloud. I think Georgia was too distressed to fully grasp what I had just blurted out. Since I could see his large erection resting on her flat tummy, the rest of what I had to say to the young man could justifiably stem from seeing his erect organ, so I continued. "What you have there is almost a lethal weapon, you must use it with care, particularly on somebody new. Georgia is obviously somebody that you care about."  "Mrs Bradley, we did have foreplay..."

"Perhaps not quite enough, Jeremy." I sat down on the edge of the bed, my left leg folded under me, my right still on the floor. I reached out and softly touched young Georgia's forehead to quieten her distress, "Don't stress honey, just calm yourself down."

She eased her constant sobbing back to occasional sobs and turned to look up at me, "I was so excited at giving myself to Jeremy, I didn't expect anything could spoil the moment. It's just that he's different to the only other two boys I have ever had sex with. Have you seen it, Mrs B, it's big, so big!"

"Yes Georgia, I have seen it," I was able to tell her so truthfully, but added "I can see it from here" to allay any suspicion that the young girl may have. "You're right dear, it sure is big."

"I mean Mrs B, I didn't know they came that big."

I was now using my hand to stroke her hair. She had certainly calmed down. She took me by surprise, lifting her head and dropping it into my lap. Although not yet joined to her, Jeremy shifted his body sideways to match her movement, bringing his face closer to mine.

"Georgia dear," I started, "I went through exactly what you are going through just a while ago. I came across a man who was just as well endowed as your friend Jeremy. I was as scared as you obviously are now when he took it out of his pants. I was silly and I ran away, but only because nobody had prepared me for coming across one that size."

"So what happened, did you overcome it, did you have him?"

I decided to blend two stories together to protect any revelation of my fling with Jeremy. I had started out talking about that neighbour from down the street, but now blended that story with having actually taken Jeremy into me. "Georgia, I told some girlfriends of my dilemma on being confronted with such a large penis. They persuaded me that I had really missed out on something special by rejecting the neighbour, so a few weeks later, I had the opportunity again, and this time I let him have me with that big penis."

"Wow, did it hurt you? I mean, it was like seriously hurting when Jeremy started to put it in me."

"Was that really pain, Georgia? Did it physically hurt, or was it just discomfort because he was so much bigger than those other boys you've had?"

"I don't know, Mrs B, it seemed to be pain." She paused, "Oh I don't know, maybe you're right, perhaps it was just uncomfortable, being so big and all. Was I being silly too?"

"No Georgia, I guess it was a natural reaction for a girl your age, but really, your vagina will expand no matter what size penis goes into you. I eventually found that out and it brought me exquisite pleasure." Continuing the stroking of Georgia's hair, I looked up to see Jeremy's eyes watching me intently, his face so close. He smiled when I said what I did and I smiled back at him, looking down quickly with guilt, hoping that Georgia had not seen our shared moment of reflection.

"Are you sure, because exquisite pleasure sounds really good. Can you stay, I think I'd like to try it again, but I would feel better if you helped me through it. I mean, like you've done it and all with -- I guess -- one just like Jeremy's."

"Yes Georgia, one just like Jeremy's." I paused, "but I don't know if I should stay. That's a pretty intimate thing between you two, I shouldn't be here with you."

"Oh please Mrs B, pretty please, I'd like you to stay, and I'm sure Jeremy won't mind. Will you Jer?"

"No I guess not," was Jeremy's response. But I was certain he would mind, I was certain he would be embarrassed to have me see him trying out his new technique on his new girlfriend ... technique that I believed that he had learnt from me.

Jeremy's agreement seemed to seal the deal for Georgia. She was a happy girl again, eager to have Jeremy for the first time ... and I was to be the reluctant witness to this sexual coupling. I had never seen any couple have sex live, and in the flesh, as it were. I mean I had seen sex scenes in movies, but this was different. I was perched on the edge of one of my beds, young Georgia's head lying back against my bikini-clad pubis, comfortably resting in the vee of my spread thighs.


Her Son's Best Friend Ch. 02



Marjorie stood nude in front of her full length mirror and observed her body. She turned to one side, then the other, checking herself out from every angle. She even turned away from the mirror and looked over her shoulder. She ran the palms of her hands up and down her thighs and the sides of her abdomen, eventually drumming her hands on her stomach. She was quite attractive in her forty two year old body. Rather impressive for a woman who didn't frequent the gym or dedicate much time to working out. 

Marjorie felt a new sense of liveliness, energy and excitement. She almost felt a sense of reinvention. It was just yesterday afternoon, she was thoroughly pleasured for the first time in much too long. In fact, it was so long ago she didn't even remember the last time a partner had taken her to the heights she reached. And it was with the most unlikely of partners, the best friend of her son Gary, young Bret. A boy, or young man rather, that she had known since he and Gary were in elementary school. 

She couldn't help it though. She struggled with shaking the feelings of guilt. Gary would undoubtedly never forgive her, or Bret, if he were to find out. What caused even more conflict though, was the fact that she rarely hid anything from Gary. So a part of her felt bad about what happened. However, it wasn't a situation where she seduced a naïve, youngster who didn't know any better. On the contrary, he really took it to her. He came to her room. He took control of the situation. He dominated her in a sense. There was very little dialogue, and his actions spoke volumes. He wanted her and took her. There was no way to mistake what happened as anything other than that. It wasn't a mistake. He went to her room with lustful intentions, and saw them through.  

Marjorie slipped on a pair of sexy black thong panties and gave herself a once over in the mirror before putting on a short, black silk robe, tying the sash loosely. She brushed her wet hair a few more times and left it down before leaving her bedroom. She knocked on Gary's bedroom door in passing to wake him up before going downstairs to her kitchen. It would be three o'clock soon. 

She fixed herself an Arnold Palmer and took a seat at the kitchen table. A million thoughts ran through her head. What will Bret's reaction be when he arrives home? Will he feel awkward? Will she? Maybe he'll just come home, retire to his basement dwelling, and they'll avoid any interaction. Or maybe he'll sit down and they can confront what happened and decide what's next. Either way, when 3:08pm comes around, things will get quite interesting. 

Time must have flown because as Marjorie was lost in thought over the events from the previous afternoon, Gary came into the kitchen, grabbed his lunch, and kissed her forehead before leaving for work. Marjorie snapped out of it just as Gary closed the door behind him. 

"What am I doing?" she said aloud to herself. 

She finished her drink and washed the dish. She was ready to run upstairs and change into something a million times more conservative but it was too late. Bret had entered the kitchen while she was at the sink. 

"Hey Marjorie." He said with a tone that was more of a taunt rather than a genuine greeting.

"Hi Bret" she replied in a low voice. 

Bret stepped up behind her and reached his hand around her to wash his thermos out in the sink where she stood. Marjorie froze as she glanced down at his arm. She jumped suddenly as she felt his relaxed member touch against her buttocks through his work pants and through her thin robe. Slowly she turned her head to look at him. He offered a slight smile.

"I'm heading downstairs. It's time for my shower." He said obviously dropping the hint.

"Wait a minute." She was able to say before he walked away and out of the kitchen. 

"What's up?"

"Can you sit down a minute? We need to talk about..." before she could finish he took two quick strides to her and took her into a deep kiss. Marjorie returned the kiss, completely forgetting that she even wanted to talk about anything. He was answering half of her questions with this one action. 

She kissed back eagerly, their tongues dancing within their connected lips. He broke the kiss and looked her in the eyes.

"You look incredible." His voice was soft and perfectly sexy.

Marjorie could only bite her bottom lip in a part smile as her eyes looked back and forth from his eyes to his lips. Bret brought a hand up slid his fingers through her hair. Her eyes closed at his touch. His other hand reached and took of hold of the loosely tied sash and tugged it free in a single motion. Her robe fell open exposing her thong, her nipples barely covered by the opened garment as it slid along her breasts with each breath. 

Bret looked her body over. 

"Those panties are very sexy. YOU, are very sexy."

Marjorie smiled and her tensing body relaxed at the outpouring of compliments. 

"I'm going to take a shower. I'll see after? Or, should I expect to see you during? He teased.

She let out a light chuckle and looked down and away with a little embarrassment at the statement.

Bret traced his finger down between her breasts and over her stomach, stopping at the waistband of the thong panties. He kissed her softly again before turning and leaving the kitchen and heading downstairs.

Marjorie sighed a few breaths. She reached down and slide her hand inside her panties and touched herself.

"Shit. That didn't take long."

Marjorie reached the halfway point of the stairs to the basement. She sat down and watched as Bret showered. The bathroom door was wide open and the shower curtain was opened much more. She had as clear of a view of him as she would have if he showered in a glass stall. 

She left the stairs and made her way into the basement and slinked toward the bathroom, stopping at the entrance. Bret turned and they locked eyes. He lathered his hands and proceeded to soap his quickly hardening member. Marjorie backed up a few steps and shimmied her shoulders, letting the robe fall to the floor. Her breasts were full and her thick, brown nipples began to stiffen. 

Bret never broke eye contact with her as he started to slowly stroke his fully erect penis under the warm, rinsing water. The soap ran smoothly off his now clean instrument Marjorie broke eye contact with him and stared desirably at his impressive manhood. Slowly, she brought her hands to the waist of her thong and slid the panties slowly down over her hips, bending all the way down to push them to her ankles before stepping out of them. She stood up straight, baring her full nudity to him. 

Bret's eyes looked up and down her body, taking in every sight along the way. He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. He toweled himself dry and wrapped it around his waist, covering his erection before approaching her. Slowly, he stepped toward her until their bodies were nearly touching.

Bret leaned in touching her forehead with his, they stared into each other's eyes. He tilted his head and their lips grazed, neither committing to a kiss but breathing into each other. Marjorie's hands reached out and she ran her fingertips up and down Bret's towel-covered legs. Bret's hands reached out barely brushing his fingers along the front of her thighs. 

"Mmmm." Marjorie cooed as her hands started working the towel upward. 

She leaned up to kiss him but he pulled away just enough for her lips to miss his. Bret placed his palms full onto her thighs and ran his hands up along and over her hips. Marjorie worked the towel up further. Quickly, she pulled the towel apart and it gave way and dropped to the floor, his erection springing out. 

She sought another kiss but again, he teased her by backing away just enough for their lips to graze for the slightest of moments. His hands ran up the sides of her body, over the sides of her breasts, and up to her neck and shoulders. 

Marjorie reached a hand out and wrapped it around the base of his now very hard erection. She offered a smile but he still stared into her eyes, his expression unchanged. 

"Oh Bret. What are we doing?" she asked in a low whisper. 

Bret nudged his hips slightly forward and Marjorie took the hint and began to slowly stroke his length. His hands moved up to her face, one sliding through her hair and palming the back of her head. Marjorie's eyes closed at his touch. Finally, Bret leaned in and their lips met softly. Their mouths parted slightly before engaging in a deep kiss.

"Mmmmm." Marjorie moaned into the kiss.

She continued slowly stroking his erection with her hand. Her other hand rested on his muscular chest. Bret pulled her deeper into the slow, soft kiss, lightly taking a hold of her hair in the process. He traced the thumb of his other hand along her chin and jawline. 

Bret broke away momentarily. He ran the tip of his tongue along her lips before taking her back into the kiss. His hand left her face and navigated its way down the front of her body, cupping one of her heaving breast and tracing his thumb over the tip of her nipple and along the surrounding areola.

Marjorie cooed into the steady kiss. Her hand started to stroke him a little more quickly. She traced her fingernails along his chest with her other hand. 

Bret released her hair with his other hand. He pressed it into the small of her back before sliding it down to her ass. He slid his middle finger between her buttocks and pressed it over her anus before taking a strong grip of one of her cheeks. With a strong pull, he brought Marjorie's body fully against his. 

Marjorie released her grip of his erection and moved her hand quickly to his shoulder. 

Bret broke the kiss and released her breast. He reached down and took a strong grip of her other buttock. He lifted her up. Marjorie instinctively braced her legs around his waist. She held on tight to his shoulders. Bret shifted her body around a little before pulling her aroused sex against his erection, which was against his mid-section and completely vertical. 

Slowly, he raised her and lowered her, rubbing her vagina against the tall standing shaft of his hard manhood. 

"Uhhhhhh." Marjorie let out as she lay her head back. 

Bret raised her and lowered her over and over, grinding her up and down his base. Her labia separated and conformed around his shaft, her clitoris being compressed and rubbed against the hard member.

"Ohhh...Ohhhh" Marjorie whined her moans as she grew more and more aroused from the teasing.

Bret squeezed and kneaded her ass as he moved her up and down, the flat of his middle finger still pressed against her anus. To Marjorie's surprise, the friction caused by the rubbing of her clitoris against his member was bringing her to orgasm quite quickly.

"Oh Bret. Oh Yes. Ohhh." She moaned.

Her legs tightened on his waist and her fingers dug into his muscular shoulders as she released a strong orgasm. He increased the speed in which he grind her on him over and over and over. Her body jolted and quivered as he continued until the fiery orgasm finally subdued, leaving Marjorie breathless and heaving. 

Bret carried her to the bed and laid her down. He guided her to lay on her side away from him. He lay behind her and moved her legs forward putting her in the fetal position. He reached down and brushed the head of his erection up and down against her moist sex. He pressed just the tip of his head inside. He moved it in little circles before taking it out and brushing it up and down, back and forth, against her. 

"Unnnn." Marjorie whined.

Bret continued to tease and torture her, refusing to fully enter her. He would press the head of his member between her folds and against her clitoris before brushing it back and forth. Marjorie pushed her hips back trying to get him inside her. Still he refused.

"Pleeease, Bret. Oh God Please. I want you inside me so bad." She begged a breathy moan.

"How bad do you want it?" he asked with a touch of arrogance. 

"So bad, Bret." She whined. "Please. Please."

"Please what?" he asked not retracting any of the cockiness in his tone.

"Unnn. Uhhh...Please...Pleeease." She was whining even more, almost crying.

"Say it." He said a little sternly.

"Please. Please Fuck Me." She moaned out.

Bret pulled her body even tighter against his. He slid his hand down and guided the head of his instrument into her, stopping at the ridge. Marjorie pushed her hips out more trying to take him into her, but he still resisted.

"Say it again, Marjorie." He spoke in a deep, soft tone.

"Please Fuck Me, Bret." she moaned. "Please. I want you to Fuck me so badly."

Bret hummed with approval and without hesitation, pressed himself fully inside her and filling her, his pelvis smacking into her ass. 

"Uhhhhh." She moaned out loudly. 

Her eyes opened wide for a moment before closing. Her mouth remained slightly opened. She pulled her knees closer to her body and pushed her hips outward. Bret glided in and out of her at a very quick pace. The remains of her post orgasm, mixed with her excessive arousal, created a slick lubrication for his large erection to penetrate and fill her with relative ease. The sound of wet flesh clapped audibly as he drove his hips forward, his pubic bone crashing into her buttocks with each swift thrust. 

Marjorie moaned in perfect unison with his intrusion, each growing consistently louder than the previous. She could hear and feel his heavy breath on her body. 

Bret brought his other hand up and wrapped it around her, holding her in a strong-armed embrace. 

"Ohhh...Oh yes. Uhh. Uhh. Uhh." Her moans became shallow and breathy. 

Marjorie's body tensed in his embrace. She turned her head more and burrowed her face into his shoulder as she grunted and screamed. Bret let go of her wrists and she reached her hands forward, gripping the bed sheets tightly. Her second orgasm flooded to her sex so quickly she couldn't even prepare. The release was strong and she let out a long groan, her cum coating the large member that crushed in and out of her with perfect intent. The orgasm created an even slicker opening and the wet, slapping flesh of their sex organs grew louder.

Bret didn't break pace in the slightest. He penetrated her with piston-like consistency. He continued to hold her tight in his embrace. Her body remained tense. Her top leg raised slightly and her knees parted almost involuntarily as a result of the sensitivity that accompanied her post-orgasm. 

Bret reached down and grasped her raised inner thigh, pulling it upward so her fetal-positioned legs were now spread in a perfect ninety degree angle. 

"Ohhhhhh...Ohhhhhhh." Marjorie moaned in sympathy as Bret's member continued to maul her sex. 

The slick sound of wet flesh, the slapping of his pelvis into her buttocks, the sound of Bret's quick breathing, and the strong embrace of his arms was just so erotic. Her opened mouth broke into a broad smile of satisfaction. 

Bret withdrew his throbbing erection and rested it against her sex. The first heavy stream hit the bottom of her breasts.

"Uhhh...Uhhhh...Ohhhh Marjorie." Bret moaned deeply.

Several streams of semen released from him splattering against various spots of her midsection. The final few streams coated her thick bush.

Marjorie reached one arm back and grasped the back of his head. She leaned her neck forward and he leaned down and they kissed deeply. She lowered her leg, trapping his member between her sweaty thighs. 

Bret loosened the grip of his forearm across her chest and he cupped one of her breasts. Marjorie's body went slack with exhaustion. Bret brought his other hand up and cupped her other breast. They broke the kiss and Marjorie slid her head off his should and onto one of the pillows. Bret nuzzled against the back of her neck. He placed light kisses as the exhausted Marjorie contemplated falling asleep in his arms.



Her Son's Best Friend Ch. 02



I saw Jeremy resuming his intimate seduction of his new girlfriend, holding his massive organ, running it up and down her pubic slit, stirring her juices once more. She was obviously eager to enjoy this experience, almost immediately responding to his penis-tip strokes with quite loud sighs and moans. Georgia's head began to wriggle around in my lap as Jeremy's head came forward and his mouth devoured one of her nipples, right in front of my eyes. This brought increased and even louder moans and exhortations of her pleasure.

"Do it, do it ... I can take it now," Georgia urged her new lover as Jeremy's work on her nipples combined with his slippery sliding penis head to stir her budding clitoris to a new high.

I had such a great view, although I still considered myself to be too close to the action to witness such an event unfolding. I stared intently as Jeremy positioned his thick penis head at her squirming pubis, aiming the tip into her vaginal opening. This was, I guessed, about as far as he got last time ... an attempt that brought about Georgia's loud shrieks and sobbing that drew me into this room, and now left me in such an embarrassing position.

My God, so clearly right in front of me, I watched that humongous penis pushing forward into her opening, spreading the lips of her vagina to wrap around the head and then the shaft. She was taking it now without protest. I heard Georgia whimper as he pressed his penis deeper into her, but she managed to turn those almost protesting whimpers into encouraging moans.

Her arms came up, the hands raised in the air above her body. I thought she was going to wrap them around Jeremy's neck to pull his upper body down to hers. That would have blocked my view of the pushing and thrusting movements I was captivated by. But instead, she held her hands up in front of me. I wasn't sure what she wanted, but I tried taking her hands in mine. That's what she wanted. She grasped my hands tightly and through them, I kind of felt what she was feeling. It did help that I knew what Jeremy's big penis sliding into my own vagina really felt like.

I could feel every inch he gained inside her body, reflected by pulses inside my own vagina as my memory translated those thrusting moves of his into how it felt for me as each inch of his hard thick penis pushed deeper inside me only recently. And whatever thrusts I couldn't still imagine were conveyed so accurately to me through Georgia's expressive hands gripping mine so tightly.

It was slow progress, achieved in stages ... an inch gained, then a rest while she coped with the territorial gains made by the intruder. Minutes went by before at last Jeremy's pelvis rested hard up against her spread pubis. Then the excitement really started as he began withdrawing and then thrusting back inside, gradually building up some momentum while Georgia grunted and groaned and moaned, depending on whether this big penis was on an inward or outward slide at that precise moment.

She gripped my hands tightly, her head ground around in my lap and her hips began to hump crazily, lifting her lover up with her as if she had been doing this forever. Her breathing was ragged and noisy and an orgasm seemed imminent. I couldn't believe her good luck, although I had a sense of pride as I watched the young man that I had sort of trained, go about getting her off.

Now she was humping so hard that her hips were coming up off the bed, lifting his weight with hers. Loud incoherent panting gasps and then she was there, her whole body exploding in wild spasms. Her eyes were shut tight and just as well because Jeremy leaned forward and kissed me open-mouthed passionately on my lips as he too came, his cum exploding inside her welcoming body.

When he pulled his lips back off mine to loudly voice his own cumming, I looked down quickly, checking if Georgia had seen the illicit kiss between her lover and I. Fortunately, she was still riding her waves of orgasm, her eyes tightly closed, oblivious to the impulsive revelation of the connection between this young man and I.

What a turn-on, I was right in the middle of such an exciting scene. I now proudly believed that I had tutored this young man for just this moment, although I didn't know it when I had him inside me just two weeks ago. I had to leave this room, I was hot -- in heat, I had no doubt that I was wet, so wet, and that those juices would soon become so intense that they would penetrate the material of my brief bikini.

But Georgia was floating somewhere, her vagina full of Jeremy's thick meat and his cum spilled deep inside her fertile young body. She wasn't about to come back to reality and lift her head out of my lap so I could get up and slip out of the room.

"Thanks!" said Jeremy to me, acknowledging the help I had given to his carnal conquest of this young woman, I guess not just for my calming her down when she became a little hysterical, but for providing the bed in the first place.

"Just treat her right," I told him in a motherly way.

"I will, Mrs Bradley," he promised.

I needed to make my move, I lifted her head and eased my leg out from under her, sliding off the bed and tiptoeing silently to the door, making my exit.

Closing the door of the semi-darkened room behind me, I found myself back in my kitchen, sunlight still bright outside in the late afternoon. My son's pool party was still in full swing and I wondered whether I had been missed, whether my son or any of his other friends had come into my kitchen wondering where I was.

God, I was so horny after bearing close witness to Jeremy's first sexual pairing with Georgia. The young woman had got what she wanted and Jeremy had got his rocks off inside her. But I was left high -- but not dry, so wet and so hot. Standing alone in the middle of my kitchen, I dared to slip my fingers down into the front of my bikini bottoms. Sure enough, I was wet, more than wet, there was almost a river running down in my pubic slit. I really needed to get off, but how and where, and with whom.

As if on cue, as I stood in the middle of my kitchen, searching for a pleasure source, that other friend of Adam, Kurt suddenly appeared through the door from the pool, "So how goes it, Mrs Bradley, you getting your share these days?"

I looked around nervously, checking to see that nobody else was approaching the kitchen. "I do alright, Kurt, my husband's a good man, he looks after me."

"He wasn't looking after you that day we came to visit you, Mrs Bradley. I seem to recall that he had just rejected you, even though you looked a million bucks that day."

I felt that I needed to defend my husband against the sexual arrogance of this young man, even though at this moment, my mind was whirling with thoughts of him urgently servicing my needs. "He was very busy that day, I just intruded at a bad time."

"The man's a fuckwit, how could he turn you down anytime?" Kurt kept moving closer to me, and I nervously backed up behind the breakfast bar so that he had me cornered against the kitchen bench, my back to the sink. He stood up close to me, in my personal space, "So are you really telling me you're getting your share, Mrs Bradley?"

I was forced to look directly into his probing eyes. I felt him place both hands on the bare skin of my hips. "I guess that sometimes it's not enough," I confessed, although not sure why I should be so honest with him. Was it my body calling out for me to seek his help?

"I knew from that first moment when I met you on your driveway that you were a hot one."

"I wasn't dressed very appropriately that day."

"I thought you were dressed very appropriately ... for hot sex. But no, it wasn't your clothes that day, Mrs Bradley, it was you, your body, your eyes, your lips, you just ooze sex."

"Nobody else has ever told me that, Kurt."

"Come on, you know you look great for your age, and you know what that does to guys, whether they're your age or my age. Look at this, I'm stiff from just being in your presence," and he reached a hand down and pulled the waistband of his swimmers away from his body so I could see his hard-on standing up and out. It was indeed rock hard. Just looking at it brought back such great memories of what that penis had done for me two weeks ago.

I wanted to reach into his swimmers and grasp it, to stroke it and introduce it to my body ... but not here, in my kitchen. Jeremy and Georgia could reappear from the guestroom any moment, or worse still, Adam or his friends could come in from the pool. I was trapped and vulnerable as Kurt had me pinned against the kitchen bench, my back to the pool.

I must have stared down at his erection for too long as his fingers continued to hold the waistband of his Speedo's out. "Look at you," he said, "can't take your eyes off it, can you? Where do you want it?"

I looked back up into his eyes, ashamed of myself. After last time, I swore I would never go near Jeremy or Kurt ever again. But I needed it so badly that I had no restraint, "You know where my bedroom is, you better go in first."

He didn't move, I felt the hand, that had exposed his penis to me, go to the front of my bikini bottoms. The fingers curled inside the material and his fingertips and his open palm descended against my bare skin. His fingers rolled over my clitoris and my body jerked in carnal response. Then they slid down the parted lips, "Shit, you are so wet," telling me something I already knew.

"Alright, damn it, I want it now," I admitted, then personalised it for his ego, "I want you, Kurt! In my bed, now!"

The fingers stroked back up to my clit and I shuddered again. Then they withdrew and he turned away from me. I watched as he confidently strutted across my kitchen to the door that led off toward the bedrooms. Even his arse looked great from behind. He disappeared from sight and I turned around anxiously to look out through the window at the pool area.

Everybody seemed happily occupied with swimming, drinking and talking. I turned back away from the window, my feet began to move, tracing the same steps he had just made, taking me from my kitchen toward my bedroom. I figured he should be in my bed by now, and I wanted nothing other than an illicit carnal coupling with this magnetic young man.

But the closer I got to the hallway, I picked up the sounds of two male voices ... it sounded like someone was challenging Kurt and the young man was responding. Who else could be in the house? Jeremy would have had to come through the kitchen to be in that hallway ... the same goes for my son, Adam.

The raised voices stopped as I stood frozen to the spot, halted in my mission to join Kurt in my bed and have him do to me once again what he did two weeks ago. I jumped in fright as a familiar face appeared in the doorway, My God, it was my husband, Terry.

"Hi honey, how's the party going?" But he didn't wait for my response, quickly adding "How about the arrogance of young people today ... I just came across some guy -- never seen him before -- he was strutting through our house like he belonged here. Turns out he was looking for the bathroom ... didn't you tell them to use the toilet off the laundry, honey? They might be Adam's friends, but we don't want them in our bathroom and especially not in the small one off our bedroom, do we?"

I was surprised and flushed, did my face show it? "No, I guess we don't," I had to agree to appease my husband. I hadn't expected him home for at least another two hours, "Darling, why are you home so early?"

"Oh, the ball game was a blow out, 10-1 in the seventh, I walked out. The other guys went to a bar, but I begged out of that, thought I best come home to my family. So how are the kids enjoying themselves, and did you miss me?"

I stuttered, "Oh ... err, yes of course! And I think they're having a good time out there." My head was spinning, was I imagining it or could I smell my heated arousal ... after all, I had my juices on my fingers ... more importantly, could he? Would he touch me and feel how wet I was? What if Jeremy and Georgia were to suddenly reappear after their sexual tryst? What would my husband think about my letting them use our guestroom to quell their passion? What if it came out that I was with them throughout, how would he take that?

And most important of all, I was still hot and horny, how was I going to get off now that my husband was home? Could I persuade him to take me inside to our bedroom and do me ... now while the kids still frolicked out by the pool? He was never an impulsive sort of guy, look how he let me down when I tried to be impulsive, going to his office dressed all sexy like. And, although I felt guilty thinking it, as good as Terry had been to me in our six years together, he had never made me hit the heights twice the way Kurt did in that one afternoon. I needed a stiff drink before I could enjoy anything else stiff.

"Would you like a drink, darling? I think I could do with one," I suggested, backing up to the kitchen bench that Kurt had only recently had me pinned against, while his finger stirred my passion.

"Yes, why not," he answered, "I only had a couple of those weak beers they sell at the ballpark, can you pour me a whisky while I go out and catch up with our boy." To my relief, Terry went off toward the pool in search of Adam.

As I poured my husband a shot of whisky and got a rum and coke for myself, I noted that my hands were shaking. That was a really close call. If my husband had come home a mere minute later, I would have been in bed with Kurt and my marriage would probably be crumbling around me right now. I silently berated myself for being so stupid as to risk having Kurt take me in this house while others were here. Yet parts of my body hit back at my responsible side, telling me how I had to have Kurt again .. and maybe Jeremy too. As illicit as that afternoon had been, I had only exciting memories of it.

The two drinks poured, I took a big swig of my rum and coke, finding myself once more pressed against the kitchen bench, staring out through the window at the activities around the pool. I saw that Terry had found our son and he and Adam were sitting on the pool edge, engrossed in conversation.

Suddenly I jumped, startled as I felt hands tugging my biking bottoms down. My head spun around, seeing Kurt's face over my shoulder. He pushed the bikini below my knees and his knee from behind nudged my thighs apart. His hands were on the cheeks of my arse and I felt him spread them apart, then a hard object that I just knew would be the head of his penis was pushed right up against my tiny puckered anus.

"No, oh God, no!" I pleaded, almost screaming the words at him as I felt him pressing his hard-on against my tiny anal ring. His hands had released my arse cheeks so that they gripped his penis, helping to hold him there and I felt one hand wrap around my body, his fingers immediately sliding within the inner folds of my pussy. I was still so wet there that they could slide around unhindered, immediately stirring my arousal at both ends of my pubic slit. One moment, the pads of his fingers were magically arousing my clitoral bud, then two of them were dipping inside my vagina, the finger tips quickly finding my G-spot on the upper side.

"Stop Kurt ... no, you can't ... no, don't do this, not here. Oh please stop!" My whole body was squirming around, trying to dislodge his penis from up against my anal ring and his fingers from the pleasurable distraction they were causing. "Stop right now, somebody could come in any moment," I pleaded, but all the time feeling the pulsing that his fingers were already causing.

"We can see if anybody's coming through this window," he told me, his fingers not letting up, but rather intensifying as he felt emboldened by the whimpers and moans that I now emitted between my impassioned pleas for him to stop.

"Not just from out there," I told him, "Jeremy and his girl, what's her name ... oh, Georgia, yes Georgia, they just did it in the guestroom and they could come out of there any moment." My body still squirmed around in his hold, but was it now trying to get away ... or was I squirming in response to the powerful sensations that his fingers were bringing to my innermost sexual parts, with his penis tip wedged at my arse.

"That's what makes it all the more exciting then, we could get caught by Jeremy and Georgia. Hey, so he nailed her, did he? Good for him, but how do you know that they actually did it in there?"

Should I tell him? Oh damn, I couldn't believe that I was actually having a conversation with Kurt while his penis was pushed up against my anal entrance and his fingers manipulated my budding clitoris and tickled my G spot alternately. "I was with them while they did it ... I watched them, saw everything, it was amazing. That's what made me so horny. See, it's not you that's got me this way!" I told him, trying to reduce his ego in spite of his confident sexual manipulation of my body.

My legs became unsteady, my thighs started trembling. I couldn't believe that I might cum like this, right here and now in my kitchen, with all of these people so close by. Oh God, if I do, please don't let me be noisy like I always am when I cum.

His fingers had done their work, I could feel my whole lower body responding. Strangely now, I almost liked the pressure of his penis head against my tight anal ring. I think I even initiated my pelvic floor exercises at this tenuous moment. That would have clenched my arse cheeks on his penis head in a series of spasms, to which he responded with words, "Oh yes, you're so hot, you do want it up the arse, I knew it, I can feel it."

"Not now! Some other time!" I surprised myself, admitting I might contemplate it and managing to tell him before his fingers brought on my orgasm and I screamed out my pleasure as the sensations hit me. His free hand quickly clamped over my mouth to silence any more orgasmic screams. I was so in the high of it all, my eyes wouldn't focus to see if anyone outside had heard me cumming.

There was throbbing from deep inside my body, somewhere behind my pubis and the sensations washed over me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I was held up awkwardly wedged against the kitchen bench, my legs threatening to give out on me, but Kurt's penis at my arse and his fingers foraging in my vagina somehow kept me upright. It was a fabulously intense finish, although I struggled to breathe through my nose as his hand clamped my lips shut to quell the screams of my pleasure.

I don't know how long we managed to hold there in that position as my body came down from its incredible high. At last, Kurt released his hold on my mouth and the first thing I wanted to know, as I looked anxiously through the window, was "Is anybody coming?"

"Only you," he said, "and you did a pretty good job of it."

"Oh my God, that was sensational," I admitted -- how could I not? I turned my head to try to see his face, "Thank you Kurt, I really needed that."

He would have realised that the moment was over, as I felt his fingers slide from out of my vagina, and I emitted a little whimper at the sensitivity of my pubic region at this moment. Then I felt his penis pull away from between my cheeks and I said, "Oh!" I don't know why, it just came out.

"Yes I know, I can see that you really wanted me to be pushing it up your arse right now, not taking it away," he told me.

"No, no I don't," I tried to claim ineffectually, but I was lying because by having his penis there, my memories of anal sex with my first husband returned and for just a moment, I contemplated the possibility of letting Kurt do that to me one day. That is, if we get through this day without our dirty little secret being discovered.

I felt Kurt pulling my bikini bottoms back into place and he stepped back, allowing me to straighten up. Oh God, I felt good at that very moment, despite the unsteadiness of my legs. I reached a hand out to hold the kitchen bench while my body recovered from the big 'o' that I had just experienced.




Her Son's Best Friend Ch. 02



I heard voices and looked across the kitchen to see that the young lovebirds, Jeremy and Georgia were emerging from the guestroom. My head spun quickly to check that Kurt had buried his erection back inside his swimmers. Oh God, he had, but they were tented out so far that any observer could see how aroused he was.

I was sure that my face was crimson with embarrassment. "So what's going on with you two?" was Jeremy's leading question.

"Just taking care of some business," Kurt told him with sexual implication in his words.

"Not finished business, judging by the look of you, did we interrupt something?"  "Jeremy, that's enough," I admonished, concerned at what conclusions Georgia might draw from this conversation.

"Well, it's just that he's got..." insisted Jeremy.

"Yes ... yes, we can all see that," I said sternly to my son's best friend, cutting off his words before he got to say hard-on or erection or even something vulgar.

For an awkward moment, all four of us stood there in my kitchen ... me with my face flushed, Kurt with his boner in his swimmers and Jeremy and Georgia just looking quizzical.

Jeremy at last broke the awkwardness of the moment, "Come on Georgia, let's go back outside and join the others."

She seemed to happily agree with that direction and took his hand to depart. But as they exited through the door to the pool area, I heard her ask, "Why did your friend have a stiffy, what's going on in there with Adam's mum?"

How would he answer her, but I wasn't going to hear that important reply. They were now both out of earshot. If he told Georgia what had gone on between the three of us recently, could we trust her to be discreet? "You better go back to the party too," I said, turning back to Kurt.

"What, like this?" he asked, pointing down at his so obvious erection.

"Oh God no, you better not, my husband's out there. If he sees you with that, after earlier finding you on the way to our bedroom, we'll both be in deep shit."

"So what are we going to do about this?" he said and reached down to pnce again draw his swimmers out over his extension.

"Oh no, don't show me that now?" I pleaded, knowing what I would really want to do with it in spite of my just cumming. I was captivated, staring down at his erection that stood straight out horizontally from below his six-pack.

"You know the only way that it will go down quickly," he suggested, pushing his Speedo's down to mid thigh and stepping closer. "It's either your mouth or your cunt, what will it be?"

I cringed at his coarse description for my vagina. I know it's only words, but my parents raised me to never use words like that. Still, I knew what it meant and I had to agree that I would need to decide on one opening to help him reduce his size quickly.

I looked around nervously, checking the group outside by the pool for any likely movement this way. "If I do," I said to Kurt, "will you promise me you'll watch and stop me immediately if anyone starts heading this way."

"Yeah sure," he answered casually.

"No seriously Kurt, I mean it. I don't care if you're about to cum, if anyone starts toward the house, you've got to stop me."

He mockingly put his hand on his heart, "I promise Mrs Bradley."

I accepted that this was as good an assurance as I was going to get from him. "Okay, come here," I told him as I backed up to the kitchen bench once more, "and keep your eyes on the pool area, no matter what." As he approached, I dropped down to my knees, reaching out to grasp his hard shaft as he closed the gap between us.

This was so dangerous, anybody could come in to the kitchen at any time. I knew this was going to have to be really quick. I looked up at the young 22-year-old as I knelt in front of him, holding his hard-on just an inch from my open lips, "Don't hold back, Kurt, not this time, just cum as soon as you can ... please!"

I pulled his penis to my open mouth, licking my tongue across the tip, then lifting it upward to lick along the underside of his shaft. I felt him shudder and his body rocked forward and back, then Kurt shuffled his feet closer to me, pressing my back right up against the cupboards below the sink and the bench.

I really worked at giving him my best ever blow job. I used my lips, my tongue, even used my teeth to lightly graze his sensitive penis skin. I opened my mouth up wide and pushed his whole shaft in until the tip was up against the back of my throat. I used to gag when I did this with my first husband, but since being with Terry, he had helped me improve my technique. Terry reckoned I was now very good at deep-throating.

Judging by the appreciative sounds that Kurt was making as he stood above me, I figured that maybe Terry was right. I stole a peep up at his face high above me. His eyes were closed, I pulled his cock out of my mouth, "Jesus Kurt, keep watching, damn you!" I yelled up at him.

"Sorry ... I'm sorry," he mumbled, his eyes flashing open. "God, don't stop though!"

"Is it all clear, I'm only going to keep going if nobody looks like coming in," I threatened him and fulfilled that threat by waiting, holding his shaft within reach of my mouth.

I saw him look around diligently, "No, it's all good," he reassured me, "everybody seems content out there."

"And are you content in here, young man?" I teased, stretching the tip of my tongue out to lick his penis head.

He gasped loudly, "Oh God yes, just do it ... please Mrs Bradley."

With that, I pulled his shaft back across my parted lips, sucking on him, swirling my tongue around and around beneath his purple penis head. My hand began pumping his shaft, pulling on it, drawing his shaft across my wet lips, stroke by stroke, determined to have him cum quickly.

Suddenly without any warning, I felt Kurt's hands grasp the sides of my head, stopping my sucking movements, his penis lodged deep within my mouth, my lips creating a seal around his shaft. He had pushed his hips forward, wedging my head back against the cupboard. I couldn't move. Then to my shock and horror, I heard my son Adam's voice so close, "Hey Kurt, what ya doing man?"

I wanted to sink to the floor, but where was he? I stole a peep upward. Kurt was looking straight out the window. My son must be right outside the kitchen window, looking in. The fact that Adam hadn't asked, 'Who is that sucking you off?' convinced me that the height of the window sill prevented him from seeing anything below Kurt's chest.

"Just getting some water from the sink here, mate. Think I've had too much booze, just needed something refreshing," Kurt told him, sounding so assured and confident. I was a nervous wreck.

"Have you see my mum, Kurt?" my son asked, his voice so close to me as I knelt at Kurt's feet, his hard penis tightly pressed almost to the back of my throat.

"Yeah, I just passed her, Adam ... I think she's gone to take a piss."

There was nothing more for a moment, just the playful sounds from the pool area. My eyes stole a peep up at Kurt who eased his hips back, allowing my head the chance to move. His hands left the sides of my head. I reached my own hands up and pulled his hard shaft from out of my mouth, "Has he gone?" I whispered.

Kurt looked down at me, a smirk on his face, "Yeah, he's gone!"

"Damn you, Kurt, that was scary. Didn't you see him coming?"

"You were doing it so good that I closed my eyes for a moment."

"Damn, I told you, Kurt. If you can't watch out, it's over." I started to rise up from my knees.

Kurt placed his hands down on my shoulders, "No ... oh my God, don't stop, I was so close, Mrs Bradley. Come on, just another minute, that's all it will take."

Reluctantly, I allowed him to push me back on my knees. As frightening and as stressful as that moment had been, I still wanted to complete my mission. I held his shaft in my hand and I brought it back to my parted lips, "But keep your eyes open, and cum quickly!"

I resumed, pulling his erection back into my mouth, starting up at the same pace I had been at previously, soon hearing his breathing quickening, becoming louder. It took more than a minute more, but soon he was panting breathlessly, I knew he must be close. With my mouth full of his penis shaft, sliding in and out rapidly, I stole another look up at his face. His eyes were open, but not wide. He looked to be in a euphoric state, confirming for me that I should prepare for a mouth full of cum.

I pulled on his shaft frantically, trying to push him over the top. He was panting loudly, it should be any second now. I felt the first spurt of his cum splash against the back of my throat. I made a murmuring sound as I gulped it down, clearing the way for his second ejaculation that blasted from the tiny eye at the tip of his penis head on my next furious tug of his hard-on.

I swallowed most of that one too while I continued to milk his shaft with my fist, producing a third voluminous blast of his creamy fluid. Now with more time to work with, I swirled this latest offering around in my wet mouth, over and under my tongue before slurping his cum down my throat.

There was less cumming now and I had time to allow the next dwindling spurts of cum to accumulate on my tongue before finally letting it slide down through my digestive system. I wanted to savour the moment, bringing such obvious joy to this normally aloof and arrogant young man. But at the same time, I was worried that in cumming, he would cease to be vigilant and we could be sprung with an obviously disastrous outcome.

My lips and tongue slurped along his diminishing shaft to drain it dry before letting my mouth slip off the end of it. I took one last longing look at his now almost flaccid penis, picturing its ridges in my mind until I would next see it. Yes, that's right -- next, because by now, I knew I must have him again. Not in this urgent, hurried way that today had been, but again in my bed, with time to appreciate his hardness, his virile youthfulness, his capacity to draw multiple releases from my body. Yes, there was definitely going to be a next time, and I would begin planning it in my mind even as I rose back to my feet and looked around nervously, amazed that we had apparently got away with such a cheeky furtive blow job.

Kurt had tucked his penis back into his swimmers and he could now rejoin the party without exposure or embarrassment. He actually smiled at me and reached a hand to my chin to wipe up some of his cum that had escaped my lips and lingered there. He held the finger in front of my face and I stretched my tongue forward and licked this last remnant of his cum into my mouth to process it in the same manner as I had with the rest of his ejaculate.

I dismissed the small degree of guilt that nagged at my mind and set about heating up the next course of snacks for my son's guests. I wrapped the sarong back around my bikini so as not to appear overly sexual to our young guests, then picked up the tray and went out by the pool to offer the food around.

I felt a playful hand slap my arse and spun around, hoping it was not Kurt or Jeremy being too familiar. I was relieved to find that it was my husband Terry, who told me, "You look hot tonight, babe ... what say we get something going in the bedroom as soon as this crowd goes?"

Alright, I admit that I did feel guilt as I looked at Terry and wondered if my suspicion about he and his PA might have been unfounded. It was that suspicion that had pushed me into bed with both Jeremy and Kurt that fateful day two weeks ago. Of that day, I could convince myself that these two young men had set out to seduce me. But now -- tonight - I was becoming the instigator and I wanted more of these young men ... hopefully, not at the expense of my marriage.

When Adam and his friends wound up the pool party and headed off into the city to party on at one of the night-clubs, Terry and I at last found ourselves alone. I apparently still looked good to him, and sure enough, we did get something going in bed that night ... and it was fulfilling to us both.

To be continued



Her Son's Best Friend Ch. 03



From the Author: I didn't know which category to put this part in. This story part has anal, mature, group sex, bisexuality (or some may call it lesbian) and finally, just a bit of incest. If any of those may offend, you have been warned.

This story is told through the eyes of a woman, Barbara Bradley, 42-years old, married for the second time. Her husband is Terry and she has two children, a son and a daughter from her first marriage. She has begun a MILF relationship with two of her son's best friends.

I woke late on the Monday morning after my son Adam's pool party for 9 of his friends. My husband Terry had already left for work so I lay there in my bed, reflecting on how my quiet suburban life had changed in the past two weeks.

Terry is my second husband and we have been married 5 years. I am not at all unhappy with him, either as a loving companion and new father to my almost adult kids, or as the competent lover that he is. So how did I get into this ticklish situation where I now respond – no, not just respond – I sexually crave two of Adam's friends, Kurt and Jeremy.

Admittedly, the two of them knowingly set out to come to my home to seduce me, well aware that Terry and Adam were not there. But I could have said no, how did I allow myself to be seduced in this way, by two young men, 20 and 22, a generation younger than me? I searched for a fault in my marriage that might have prompted me to take these two young men into my body. 

The only thing that fateful day was that I had dressed very sexy and gone to my husband's office with a view of seducing him, but he rejected me out of hand, sent me away because he was too busy. So the boys got me on the rebound, as it were, and they took full advantage of my momentary weakness. But that was then, and this was now, two weeks later, and yesterday (Sunday), I had behaved like an out-of-control slut.

I had gone in to our guestroom and allowed the young woman Georgia to lay her head in my lap while her new boyfriend Jeremy – he of the large penis – had fucked her. Then, standing in my kitchen, I had allowed the surly, arrogant Kurt to finger me to an orgasm while the head of his penis was wedged tightly up against my anal ring. Finally, I had knelt down on the floor and given Kurt a blow job, even while my son talked to him through the open window above. My God, what depravity had I sunk to? Now that I had pretty much dismissed the hunch that Terry may have been having an affair with his PA, why did I still need to behave like this?

It was also amazing good luck that Terry had not sprung me in bed with young Kurt, which is where I had so wanted to be, and would have been, but for good timing when my husband came home early.

Yes, I did seem to be out of control. Yet, as I lay here in my bed, the other side still warm from my husband having slept there, my fingers trailed over my breasts and slid in among the lips of my pubis. And my mind roamed over how I could arrange another session in this very bed with Kurt and possibly Jeremy – the latter depending on how monogamous his new relationship with Georgia was.

Would I appear too eager if today I called up Kurt and invited him over one day this week when I was home alone? But I realised that I didn't even have his number, so would I have to roam around in my car to the usual haunts that Adam and his friends frequented, hoping to find Kurt without Adam nearby? No, that would not be a good look and would signal desperation to Kurt and Jeremy. No, I had to retain a degree of dignity about all this and at least wait for one of them to make the next move. I had confidence that they would, given the pleasure that they had both derived from my mature body.

It was hard getting through this week. I jumped up every time the phone rang, but they never called. I was very cautious about what I said around my son, not wanting to arouse any suspicion. After all, I was unsure how discreet this pair would be. How good was their relationship with their buddy Adam? Were they likely to try to gloat over their sexual conquest of his mother? But I saw no sign that Adam had any suspicion about me.

On Friday afternoon, as I reflected on the lost week just gone, and contemplated that nothing could happen on the weekend due to Terry and Adam being around most of the time, I got a call. 

"Hi Mrs Bradley," it was Kurt - he who didn't say much, just let his penis do the communicating, at least around me. That was it, then silence, waiting for me to acknowledge him.

I have to admit that I subconsciously adjusted my voice, attempting to sound sexy and sultry. What was it about this young man that brought out all the wrong things in me. "Hello Kurt, I was hoping you'd call. I mean, I don't have your number."

"That's okay, you don't really need it. I will call you when I want you."

How dare he, how super confident, treating me in this cavalier way. I wanted to slam the phone down in his ear, swear at him, tell him to get lost, using the language that he would truly understand, words I would not normally use. Yet, hearing his voice in my ear, I felt a twinge down there, right around my vagina and clitoris. Without even being touched, I felt an arousal. Was it simply from hearing his voice? I reached a hand down and, through my skirt, pressed against my pubis before answering him, "So what do you want? What can I do for you?"

"Oh Mrs Bradley, you can do a lot for me. I never knew an older woman could be so hot."

"Not too much of this older woman nonsense," I retaliated defiantly, "I'm only 42, I can keep up with the likes of you, young man."

"Yeah, well that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Your husband fucked us up by coming home early last Sunday, just when I was ready to have your arse."

I drew a deep breath at the suggestion of anal sex with young Kurt. It was not that I wasn't experienced at that type of sex, but it had been over 7 years. My first husband had a leaning toward it, and I had indulged him because I loved him then, despite his philandering. Now my hand, that had been pressed against my pubis while listening to Kurt talk, slipped around to my back and down inside the waistband of my skirt. The fingers on the outside of my panties pushed the silky material in between my arse cheeks, putting pressure there against my anal ring.

"Kurt, we were damn lucky that he didn't catch us in bed together, another minute and he would have. I doubt that I would have been talking to you now, and my married life would be in tatters."

"Yeah, well shit happens, but it didn't this time. Sure, we were lucky, but let's not dwell on that. So what about it, would you like to have Kurt's cock up your arse?"

He was just too cocky for his own good, I needed to try to bring him down a peg or two, I tried disinterested nonchalance. "I don't think so, Kurt, I don't want to do it that way ... if you really want me, we could do it the normal way again sometime," I offered, not wanting to totally discourage him. "Even standing up against the wall again," I added, "that was quite exciting, I had never done it like that before."

"I suspect there's a lot you haven't done, and that's why Kurt's here to teach you, Mrs Bradley. So when can I come and see you again?"

I didn't want to sound too eager, "Err, let me think. Well, the weekend's out, of course."

"Does it have to be?" he interrupted.

"Yes it does, Terry and Adam will be around most of the weekend. I don't want to take any more chances of being caught. It will have to be a weekday when I can lay in bed with you and we can have the time to do different things..."

"Like my fucking you in the arse," he persisted.

"Oh, I don't know about that, Kurt, we'll have to see about that," I teased, my finger had slipped inside the back of my panties. It was now tracing the soft smooth skin on the inner cheeks of my arse, thinking about Kurt having his hard penis there, just like he did in my kitchen last Sunday while he fingered me.

"So how's Monday then, Mrs Bradley?"

"Yes, I'd say Monday could be very good, Kurt," I told him, trying to sound calm while silently stressing that I would have to wait 3 days to feel him inside me once more. "What about you come over early? My husband leaves for work about eight. If you wanted to park just down the street, you could come in as soon as you see him leave. But don't park your car on my driveway ... you know, the neighbours and all. When he goes, I will leave the back door unlocked. I will still be in bed, so you just go around the back of the house and let yourself in. You know where to find me, I'll be ready for you."

My God, how devious I had become, planning it all so meticulously.

"Sounds good to me," he told me, "see you Monday." A click and the line went dead.

Over the weekend, I must have been unbearable to my family. I found myself snapping at them over the most ridiculous things. I should have been happy, on a high because I would have Kurt once more on Monday. But instead, I seemed to be blaming them and their being around the house for my not being able to have him sooner.

At last, Monday morning arrived. I hadn't slept a lot through the night, I kept thinking about having Kurt come to visit me. Would it be different not having Jeremy there too? Could I bring myself to do all the things that Kurt may demand of my body? Obviously, I thought about his obsession with anal sex. When it actually came to his being here in bed with me, could I bring myself to do it, could I roll over on my stomach and bare my arse – my parted cheeks – to him, to let him have his way in there? It had been so many years since I had felt that experience with my first husband.

6.30am ... 7 ... 7.30 ... I had lain there silently, at last hearing my husband rise, go in to have a shower, then out to the kitchen where I was thinking of him having his morning coffee and some toast – his usual ritual. I had fortunately been to the toilet last night - vacated my bowels, I think the medical people call it. I mean just in case something happened back there. Then I had enjoyed a deep warm soaking bath. I came to bed late, letting Terry get to sleep. I had hoped that he wouldn't wake up horny and want me this morning. I would have had to shower to make myself fresh again.

The bedside clock showed 7.50 and I heard Terry enter the bedroom, come up to my side of the bed. I pretended to be asleep when he leant over me and kissed my cheek. I felt guilty as he did that, knowing that even before he reached his office, I would probably have Kurt's penis up inside me.

I kept my eyes shut tightly until I heard the click of the front door closing. I jumped out of bed, shedding my long negligee and going to the chest of drawers, taking out a sexy baby doll short nightie, not bothering with the matching panties. I grabbed the tube of KY from under my fresh supply of underwear. I dropped the KY on the bedside table and hurried out to peep through the front window. I saw Terry in his car pulling out of our driveway. I looked up and down the street, couldn't see any sign of Kurt or his car. Was he late? If he wasn't there to see Terry go, how would he know what time to come in? 'Oh, don't mess up this day, Kurt,' I thought as I hurried through the house and unlocked the backdoor, in the kitchen. I stood for a moment recalling the events of the pool party a week ago, the events that took place over by that window.

Then I scurried back to my bedroom, over to my bed. I straightened out the sheets, threw back the doona so that I would be lying with only a sheet covering me. I lay there on my back to wait, I found myself nervous. The first time it happened, there was no planning, it was all impulsive and at the guys' bidding. This time, I was the instigator.

The minutes ticked by, the house was silent, and my nerves increased. 'Oh please, come soon,' I silently pleaded. I slipped my fingers down to my pubis, found that I was already wet there, just from my eager anticipation.

My mind raced, I had very carnal thoughts. On an impulse, I rolled over to one side, I reached out and grasped the KY tube, lathered some on my fingers and slipped them back around to my arse. I pulled my legs up under me to part the cheeks and my fingers slipped in to my anal ring and I spread the sex gel all around, even daring to slip two fingers inside my anus to make it slippery deep in there.

The preparation completed, I grabbed a pillow and placed it midway down the bed, then I rolled over onto it so that my tummy was lying on the pillow. It had the effect of raising my arse up higher than the rest of my body. I reached my hand back and placed the KY tube to balance on one arse cheek. Then I settled my head onto the remaining pillow and continued to wait impatiently.

Moments later, I thought I heard a sound, was that the back door clicking closed? My head on the pillow was turned away from the bedroom door. I wondered if I should turn my head to be able to see Kurt come in to my bedroom. I heard another sound, was that someone entering my bedroom? For a horrible, terrifying few seconds, a frightening thought hit me. What if Terry forgot something and came back to the house to find his loving wife lying face down on the bed, her bare arse raised in the air, and lube liberally spread between the cheeks?

I heard more sounds, closer. I was now certain that there was someone in the room. I assumed, and hoped, that it was Kurt. But he hadn't said a thing about finding me this way, the suggestion implied by the way in which I lay – the KY tube prominent on one bare cheek - that he would get his wish and take me in the arse. Then again, I had already found him to be a young man of few words.

This was nerve wracking, I heard what I thought to be the sound of clothes being removed. I definitely heard shoes falling on the floor, the sound of a belt buckle. I wanted to turn my head to the other side and look, to again see this virile young man, who was about to take me where I hadn't been taken in years.

I felt the bed move, from the weight of someone on the side of it, either sitting there or maybe placing one knee while he faced my half naked body. What was he doing? What was he thinking right now? Was he excited to see me this way? He might be taking in the sight of my raised arse cheeks, with the gel glistening in the darker recesses between them, and the tube of KY for him to use left perched precariously on the smooth top of one cheek.

I jumped at the first touch of his fingers grazing my smooth soft arse cheek, lifting off the tube of KY. I guessed that he would be very happy at this moment, that he would be squeezing the KY onto his fingers and coating his penis with the gel. His penis would have to be hard by now, seeing the tiny target of my proffered puckered anal ring nestled deep between the cheeks of my arse.

Since Kurt wouldn't acknowledge me or say a word, I broke the silence, "Good morning young man ... so, are you surprised?"

"Very!" was Kurt's curt reply.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes!" was his husky voiced reply from somewhere just above and behind me. "I didn't think you would let me do it."

"You seemed very insistent."

"Have you ever done it before?" he asked me.

"Yes, my first husband liked to do it."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yeah, it was alright," I told him, "not as good as putting it in the right place. How about you, Kurt, how many women or girls have you done this way?" I was curious.

His voice seemed to catch on his saliva, or was it dry mouth instead, "None, you're gonna be my first."

I was surprised to hear his admission, even more surprised that he would reveal that to me. He had seemed so keen that I figured he was experienced at anal sex. Now I was hearing the normally arrogant, cocky young man sounding just a bit unsure of himself, hesitant even. I wished that I could see his face. "Do you still want to do it then, or will I roll over and you can have me the usual way?"


"No, it's okay!"

"We could still try it later," I suggested as a compromise.

"No ... no, it's now, I want to do this now."

"Do you want some help?"

"No, I've read stuff, seen porno stuff, I know what I'm doing." The usual gruff and moody young Kurt was back, regaining his confidence.

I felt him grasp my hips with both hands and my lower torso was hauled up, forcing me onto my hands and knees. I felt something hard pushing between the cheeks of my arse, it was obviously the head of his penis. Then it was sliding around the well-lubed inner surfaces of my cheeks, dipping into the cleavage until the rounded tip suddenly caught on my tiny puckered ring.

"Ohh!" I heard Kurt gasp as the head of his penis was captured by my anal entrance.

With his lack of experience, I was apprehensive that he would try to come in too fast. "Easy Kurt," I urged, "not too quick, I don't want you to hurt me. It can feel good for both of us, but you've got to go slow."

"Yeah, okay ... okay!" were his dismissive words, rejecting my advice. I felt pressure back there, he was pushing his penis, trying to make it fit in through my tiny opening. His penis slipped on the coating of gel and it speared upward within my arse cleavage. "Damn it," he muttered, obviously frustrated at it not immediately going in the way he wanted.

"You'll need to hold your penis steady with one hand and just push gently until you feel my sphincter giving way," I advised.

"Yeah, okay, just let me do it, alright," he was getting testy, probably embarrassed at his lack of experience.

I held my breath, determined not to say anything more, if I could help myself. I felt him pressing inward again with his hard erection. He must have taken my advice and be holding his shaft steady because it didn't slip this time. I tried to relax in spite of the firm pressure coming at my arse and then I felt the sphincter give way, opening up to let the knob of his penis into my anal passage.

Ooh, I felt very full, I had forgotten this incredible feeling of fullness in my rectum as the penis begins to occupy all the available space. I heard him gasp loudly, sounding like he was enjoying the tight sensations on his penis as it was gripped tightly by the inside of my arse.

Then he was pushing some more, I could feel his penis shaft making ground inside my rectum, going ahead an inch at a time. It had been so long since I had experienced anal sex. My memory of it was a mixture of good and not quite so good. He kept pushing and I felt some discomfort – not really pain. Then when it felt like I couldn't get any more of his solid penis shaft inside me, he stopped. I could feel his thighs and his tummy up against me and knew that he had seated his penis all the way home inside my rectum.

"How does it feel in there?" I dared to ask him.

"Oh God, it's great!" he enthused, unusual for a young man not keen to show his emotions. "Oh, feels like I want to cum, but I can't yet. I want to enjoy this a bit longer."

"You're okay, just do what feels good for you," I encouraged in a motherly manner to the young man 20 years younger than I. "If you have to cum, just do it, let it go."

Well, he did ... do what feels good, I mean. He began withdrawing until only his penis head remained inside my anus, then he plunged it all the way back into my rectum. Again and again he thrust, his loud grunts telling me how good it felt for him as his thrusts picked up speed.

I had no pressure on my clitoris this way and I knew I wouldn't cum. Still, I was enjoying giving this young man something he had wanted, but had never experienced previously. I stiffened my arms to hold my body upright as the thrusts of his penis in my arse grew harder and faster, threatening to flatten me on the bed. I could hear how close he was getting from his gasping breaths and loud moans of pleasure.




Her Son's Best Friend Ch. 03



Then abruptly, I felt a warm creamy flow deep inside my rectum and then the spasms of his penis as it spurted his cum into my arse. His weight came down on my back as his upper body hung over mine while his penis spasmed in my arse.

Then he was still with only little pulses coming from his deflating penis. When his erection had gone down enough for him to slide it out of me, he did so and my body fell flat down on the bed, the pillow that had been beneath me long removed. His body dropped down alongside mine and I felt his now soft penis lounging on one of my arse cheeks, still dribbling remnants of his cum onto my naked skin.

We slept, totally at peace.

When I woke, it was almost 11am and I was hot and ready for some action deep where it would bring me most pleasure. I peeped around at the still slumbering young man beside me, debating whether to wake him. I didn't and instead went to the bathroom to take a pee. By the time that I returned to my bedroom, Kurt was awake, a pillow propped behind his head. His eyes scrutinised my 42-year-old body as I self-consciously slipped back onto the bed as sensually as I could.

"I think I'm ready for more," he informed me, one hand grasping his penis and slapping it against his bare thigh. It was a typical Kurt comment, announcing what he wanted, not what a horny mature woman like me wanted to hear, like 'How about we do it again?'

It was too much for me to expect consideration and bedroom manners together with a handsome buffed young body and great sexual techniques. I gave up on his being compassionate and decided to settle for more mind-blowing sex.

He did indeed seem to be ready for more as I watched that penis respond to his handling of it, reaching half erection in no time at all. Kurt reached for me ... I needed to speak up now or we would quickly be into it and I could risk an infection. His penis had been inside my arse and could be carrying faecal matter. I didn't want that in my vagina.

I escaped his grasping arms, rolling off the bed just out of his reach "Come on Kurt, it's time for a shower."

"No babe, only when we finish, eh!"

"No Kurt honey, right now, let's get your penis all squeaky clean. Don't forget you had it in my arse."

My words distracted him and he broke into a broad smile, a rarity for the normally sullen and brooding young man. "Yeah!" he mouthed enthusiastically, his obvious enjoyment of our first anal sex reflected on his face.

I took his hand and managed to drag him into the bathroom. I turned the shower on and when my outstretched hand told me the water temperature was just right, I stepped into the shower stall and he followed right behind me.

Everything between us was new and I enjoyed being the mature supposedly experienced woman being led along by the horny adventurous young man, trying new things that occurred at his whim.

The tumbling water from the shower cascaded over our two bodies. He pushed me face forward to the wall, placing my open hands over my head flat against the tiles. Then his hands played everywhere, soaping, stroking, fondling, caressing and inserting. 'Was that only his fingers, or was that his hard... oh my God!'

Now my face was flattened against the wall tiles too, turned to one side, feeling his fingers pushing and probing everywhere, all over. I felt pulsing, it was exciting. I spread my feet further apart, willing his fingers to probe me deeper and more intimately.

Then his hands were on my shoulders, spinning me around, my back now against the wall tiles, my eyes looking up into his dark brooding eyes, a day or two's growth of whiskers across his chin and above his lip. The top lip sort of curled in an insolent sneer while his wet soapy fingers once more found their way to my magic button, re-establishing the pulsing from deep inside my body.

I craved a kiss from him and I brought my whole head forward, my mouth already open, seeking contact with his lips. But he twisted his mouth away from mine just as I thought that a kiss was imminent. And then the fingers ... his fingers ... became even more insistent and his mouth that evaded mine at least found one of my hardened nipples and he sucked on it greedily. It was the final trigger and I came strongly, my pulsing pubic mound humping enthusiastically on his expert fingers.

My body began to sag, slipping down the wet wall as an orgasm washed over me. Kurt's hands caught me on my downward slide and he pulled my body to his, my spread thighs and the pouch above conveniently slotting over his extended erection.

I wanted him to carry me back to my bed and lay me down there to willingly accept whatever he would do with me. But our bodies were both wet from the shower, and I knew that stopping to dry our bodies would restore reality. It did, although he dried me quickly before I took the towel from him to dry his body too.

"Let's have a swim," came his surprise suggestion.

"What, now?" was my astonished reply.

"Yes, just as we are."

"But it's outside, I couldn't be naked out there." I looked him up and down, noting the hardness of his penis, "And not with someone other than my husband."

"What's wrong, you have privacy out there, the neighbours can't see in, can they?"

"Err, I guess not," I had to concede.

"Then it's settled, come on," and this time it was he dragging me and we headed out the back door to the in-ground swimming pool where my son and his friends had partied only just over a week ago.

Kurt let my hand go and immediately dived in, surfacing and rolling over onto his back, his erect penis looking like a periscope on a submarine. "Come on Mrs Bradley, the water's warm."

I hesitated for only a moment before I too dived head first into the water. I evaded his reaching arms and managed two laps before he repositioned himself and I could not avoid swimming into his arms. It was what I wanted anyway ... I needed to feel his strong young arms holding me, to have my vagina close over that tempting hard-on and let him now use my body to derive his ultimate pleasure.

Kurt pushed me back against the pool wall and I lifted my bare arms and rested them along the pool edge on either side of my head. Only my head, shoulders and arms were in contact with the pool surface. The rest of my body floated in the warm pool water, the surface lapping under my chin.

We were in a part of the pool where he could stand and he slipped his body in between my floating thighs. I felt him stroking that hard-on against my clitoris and then testing the opening of my vagina, sliding the head in between the parted labial lips.

A gentle push, then another and he was inside me, just where I wanted him to be. It felt so good as Kurt began to thrust ever so slowly and gently, building up an easy going rhythm that I guessed we could maintain for maybe an hour ... the way my body was just floating there in the water – and provided he could hang on that long.

Minutes went by, but we weren't counting them. I heard a sound from somewhere behind me. It took a moment to register what it was, so sedated was I by the surroundings, by the ambience and by the carnal intentions of this virile young man.

When the sound did at last register, I spun my head around quickly, "God Kurt, what was that? Is that the side gate?" I was in a panic, who was entering my backyard ... my husband, my son? It would be devastating for me if it was either.

My eyes, that had been closed in my reverie, quickly refocused, there was somebody there, coming from the side gate toward the pool where Kurt and I remained seductively joined. As I managed to identify the visitor, I realised it was the best possible option, "Oh Jeremy, goodness me, you gave me a start. What on earth are you doing here?"

"Hello Mrs Bradley, I heard there was another party at your place."

"Sorry Jeremy, this one's a private party, and we did start without you," I told him, my eyes returning to study the face of the young man whose pelvis gently thrust his hard penis into my accepting body, stirring up swirling waves of water around us.

But the sound of a female voice startled me just as much as the closing of the side gate had. "Wow Mrs Bradley, you ... and Kurt ... and he's inside you ... you're actually fucking Kurt!" 

My head spun once more and I could now see young Georgia, the new girlfriend of Jeremy peeping around from behind his back, the two of them now standing on the pool edge, right above Kurt and my fornicating bodies. 

Jeremy corrected his new girlfriend, "No sweetheart, he's fucking her ... she's not fucking him."

"Does it really matter who's doing the fucking, Jeremy," countered Georgia, "the thing is he's got his cock inside her, and she's as old as his mother."

That hurt, I cringed, she was right, what was I doing here with these young people? I was old enough to be the mother of any of them ... but worse still, I was the mother of one of their best friends. Now it seemed that Georgia had been included in the loop, increasing the possibility of my illicit relationship with Kurt and Jeremy being exposed.

I had felt such intimacy with Georgia only 8 days ago when her head lolled in my lap while Jeremy drove his massive organ into her vagina. But now – here on my property – she represented a massive threat to maintaining the secrecy of my illicit affair with Kurt. Did she also know that I had taken Jeremy as well?

Jeremy and Georgia now stood above Kurt and I, watching the aloof young man's smooth rhythmic thrusting into me. I wanted to be out of there ... to push him away from me, to have his penis pull out so I could climb out of the pool and go hide in my bedroom. Having witnesses to my carnal coupling with Kurt brought me embarrassment, yet as much as I wanted to, I couldn't stop Kurt fucking me right now. Not when it was feeling so good. The unusual surroundings of the water seemed to stop my body from responding the way I had previously with Kurt. But now it was there, and I once again craved release.

I took one arm off the pool edge, managing to balance my floating body on the other arm and on the back of my neck. I reached a hand out and curled my fingers around Kurt's neck as he stood there in the water, his body between my spread thighs. His upper body was well away from mine because my body lay at a 45 degree angle away from the pool edge, my legs locked around Kurt's hips, my feet somewhere behind his arse.

I heard myself whimper from the intense feelings his thrusting penis was creating inside me. Jeremy and Georgia and Kurt must have heard it too. My eyes were fluttering, opening and closing from the sexual emotion ... but I managed to see Georgia reach around Jeremy and slip her hand into the elasticised waistband of his shorts.

In spite of my own arousal, I still managed to wonder how big Jeremy's penis would be when Georgia's hand grasped it. Had witnessing his friend screwing me brought out that massive erection again.

I saw a lot of activity happening in the front of Jeremy's shorts as Georgia's hand played with his hard-on. I wanted to keep watching, I wanted to implore her to get it out, to expose this young man's amazing credentials. But the imminent onset of my own orgasm caused my eyes to close, to shut out any distractions, as arousing as they may be. I just gave myself wholeheartedly to young Kurt who had masterfully brought me to an exciting peak.

I used the hand that held Kurt around the neck to pull me off the wall, wrapping both my hands around him and hanging on, my head floating on the now choppy surface of the water. My lower body was out of control, humping my hips on his still thrusting penis as I came heavily and loudly.

When I could at last open my eyes and focus my vision, I saw that Jeremy's shorts were now down around his ankles. Georgia had got down on her haunches in front of her new boyfriend and was joyfully sucking on the head of that giant penis, the only part of it that she could manage to squeeze inside her mouth.

Kurt pulled his penis from inside me and guided me toward the steps of the pool. I stumbled up them, picked up a towel, dabbing the surface water off me and then collapsed onto a poolside banana chair where I would lay undisturbed, listening to the sounds of Georgia gobbling Jeremy's penis nearby until I heard him cum loudly. I managed to open my eyes briefly and peer through squinted lids to see young Jeremy cum into Georgia's mouth.

Everything quietened down after that. I didn't know where Kurt had disappeared to, but I needed a rest anyway. I lay naked on the banana lounge in the early afternoon sunshine, reflecting on the pleasures that Kurt had so far delivered me today. The soft feather-like touch of fingers traced on the inside of my upper thighs and I murmured my appreciation without even opening my eyes to drink in the sight of the moody Kurt. Surly and arrogant he may be, but his sexual technique was great.

Lips replaced the fingers, edging higher, closer to my pubic mound. Something made me open my eyes, was it the smooth skin of the chin and cheeks of the kisser that didn't feel like Kurt. I recoiled in shock, I was looking down on the permed hair of Georgia, who by now was kneeling at the bottom of the banana lounge, bent over with her face between my upper thighs.

"Georgia, no ... what are you doing? I've never ... no, this is not right ... I'm not like that ... oh God!" As I tried to voice my reluctance, her head shifted higher and her lips touched my outer labia and her tongue swiped my inner lips. "Oh God, no ... no!"

But while my words were uttered to repel her intentions, my body was telling her something else, my thighs spreading and legs drawing up, raising my knees to spread my bits more for her oral attention. Beyond the hunched over body of Georgia who lapped at my pubis, I could see both Jeremy and Kurt, their erections in their hands, each lightly stroking. From where they were standing, they would be able to see the nakedness of Georgia from behind. Bent over as she was, they could see both her arse and her pubes, spread and clinically exposed. And they could watch Georgia's intimate oral assault on me at the same time.

Should I stop this? I wanted to ... after all, I had never been interested in kissing or loving women before. I wasn't a lesbian and I wasn't bi-sexual ... yet I couldn't seem to make my hands reach down there to take a hold of her head and push it from between my thighs. And the longer this went on, the better it felt. Now it became a matter of not wanting to offend young Georgia.

It was feeling good ... so good. Was this an impulsive move on her part, or had she done this to other females? Seeing the sniggering faces of the two guys, I wondered had they put her up to this?

Now her tongue was concentrating solely on my clitoris. As good as it had been to have guys – at least two husbands and Kurt – go down on me before, I was beginning to think that nobody understands how to do this better than another female. Her tongue swirled around in all the right spots and she seemed to know just how much pressure to use and when to back off to keep me on a high. I felt my thighs starting to tremble, the powerful feelings rolling from deep within me. I would cum anytime now. I was a bit embarrassed, cumming like this, my thighs wantonly spread while another woman pressed her mouth between them, eating me, bringing me to orgasm, and two young men watched avidly while stroking their penises. Was this really me – a mature woman who had reached this level of sexual freedom?

I came powerfully and my hips humped up and down on the banana chair, while Georgia kept her face wedged into my vee, holding my throbbing clit between her lips.

No doubt about it, I felt good, but I didn't get long to luxuriate in my umpteenth cumming this day. I felt Georgia move away, but that was only temporary. I opened my eyes to see her standing above my head, now at the top end of the recliner, her legs straddling the lounge on which I lay. Then she began to lower her body, to sit right down over my face. My God, she expected reciprocal attention. This would test me, could I really do this? It was one thing to have another woman lick me down there ... I was so hetero that I could always pretend it was a man doing it. But this ... looking up into the pouch of another female's genitalia, all exposed there in front of me.

Was I up to this? Could I bring her the intense pleasure she had just produced in me? Georgia squatted over me, I had this weird thought that she was in a peeing position. Her thighs shook a little, I didn't think that she would be able to hold this squat for long ... particularly when I began to lick her, which is obviously what she was expecting of me.

"Hold on, hold on!" it was Jeremy's voice, he was taking charge. "That banana chair is never going to hold you two, why don't you get more comfortable?"

My son's best friend loomed up alongside us, a towel in hand, "Here Georgia, come over here, on the grass." He looked back at me, still laying there naked, "You too, Mrs Bradley."

By the time I lifted my still throbbing body up off the banana chair, Jeremy had thrown the towel down onto the grass and guided his new girlfriend down onto her back on it. I walked over to them, Georgia lay there, her knees raised and parted, an eager look of expectation on her young pretty face. There was no getting out of this, she wanted mutual satisfaction and I was about to become intimate with another woman for the first time in my life.

I knelt down between her spread thighs and closed up on her exposed pussy. I took one long look up at her smiling face, wondering if she was familiar with this. Had she done this with other girls in school? Then I lowered my face into her crotch, my tongue sliding out and I licked ... just once and her body almost lifted up off the towel. She was going to be a willing subject.

"Okay Kurt, you see where you can join in," I heard Jeremy instructing, becoming the director of this little sexual tryst. I was on my knees, my attention drawn to the succulent pussy of Georgia laid out before my eyes. I felt hands on my hips from behind me, felt my knees being forced to spread more. Then I felt a penis nudging within my still quite wet pussy, immediately zeroing in on the opening to my vagina. By the size of the male object, I knew it was Kurt, not Jeremy and his king size one.

He thrust himself inside me in almost one smooth fluid motion, filling me up sweetly and immediately began to slot into a handy rhythm of hard driving strokes. It felt good, even encouraging me in my licking and sucking of Georgia's clit. I didn't know how Kurt could be up for it again so soon, even for one so young and virile. Almost like he was reading my mind, Kurt informed me as he thrust hard into me, "I didn't cum with you in the pool, I so need this now."

Okay, that's alright then, I understand perfectly. Go for it, young man. It was the nice satisfying threesome to end this day of sexual freedom. Georgia came first, obviously so turned on by my expert tongue-play. I wasn't far behind, and then Kurt slotted his penis deep inside me and I felt his violent spasms delivering his cum into my body.

The three of us ended up lying entwined on the grass, Georgia and I with our bodies mashed together, our arms around each other, while Kurt lay up against my back, his now wet floppy still leaking cum onto my butt cheeks. He sounded like he was asleep. I looked around, Jeremy seemed to have disappeared into the house. 

I felt that I needed to say something – anything - to Georgia after she had become my first female lover. "Honey, I just want to tell you that was so nice, thank you for making me feel good, and then letting me do you. I don't know if you do that a lot, or if I measured up to your expectations, but I just wanted to say..."




Her Son's Best Friend Ch. 03



She stopped my awkward speech by kissing me on the lips, "Shush! Not necessary, Mrs Bradley, we just did something that felt nice."

"Oh God," I tried to continue, "I am so embarrassed that now you too know about me having sex with the boys."

Whoops! She pulled back to look at me and I wondered if maybe Jeremy had not admitted that he had had me too, particularly since he was now her boyfriend. But if so, she didn't say anything. However, her next revelation stunned me, "You shouldn't worry about doing it with Kurt, after all, your Adam has been doing it with Jeremy's mum ... for months, I understand."

"What?" I shrieked, startling her, "Adam and my best friend, Janice. Oh my God, how could he, that's so wrong."

"But Mrs Bradley, isn't that what you've been doing with Kurt?"

My hypocrisy was huge, I was so shocked that my boy would be in a sexual relationship with the mother of his best friend, and yet that is exactly what I had been doing ... although maybe to qualify it, Kurt wasn't actually Adam's best friend.

She peeped around to see where Jeremy was, then whispered, "But don't let on that you know ... Adam told me so I don't know whether Jeremy actually knows."

I promised that I wouldn't say anything, but as we all cleaned up, and I said goodbye to my young friends, I didn't know how long I could keep this news to myself. I was already furious at Janice. 

I was awake half the night, stressing over Georgia's revelation to me that my very own son, Adam was having sex with his best mate's mum, just the same way that I had been having sex with Adam's best mates, Kurt and Jeremy.

At the dawn, I reached the conclusion that I would have to force a confrontation. I couldn't allow this to continue, even if it meant that my relationship with the boys would come out. I was just so offended that Janice – a mature woman - could allow this to happen, that she could seduce my precious son in such a way. My God, could I hear myself? I had done exactly the same thing. It all must stop now. Terry left for work at 8 and at 5 past, I called Janice, "Hi, it's me, we need to talk about some stuff that's been going on. I think maybe that Jeremy should be involved too, is he there? Are you both free this morning?"

"Err, yeah I guess so, yes he's around ... but I'll need about an hour though. I haven't put my face on yet, can't leave the house without looking my best."

'Yes, I'll bet you do, especially if you're likely to see your lover – my son - when you get here,' I thought, steeling myself for the confrontation that I now believed was inevitable. "Okay, then about nine, is that good for you both?"

"Yeah Barbara, that's fine. God, you've got me intrigued now, what on earth is so important?"

"We'll save it till then, see you!" I told her abruptly, hanging up the phone.

I was still in my negligee, but I had slipped a light gown over it. I hurried around the house, picking up a few things, making it tidy. Adam had been up late and left a few empty beer bottles and a snack plate around. I picked up his shoes and socks and a tee that he had been wearing and took it into his room.

I was tempted to drop the shoes loudly, to wake him up. I was just so annoyed at the revelation that he and Janice were getting it off. Placing the shoes on the floor beside his bed, I saw that he was still sleeping soundly – on his back, the sheet had fallen to the floor. He didn't wear pj's, hadn't since his teenage years. He usually just wore a pair of boxers. 

As my head rose beside my son's bed after placing the shoes down quietly, I looked across his body and my gaze was drawn to his penis - it was standing impressively erect, straight up, a solid core of male power. My God, it looked so good that I just stood frozen to the spot, admiring it. To think this handsome – and obviously virile – young man had come from my body twenty years ago. Just look at him now, pleasing Georgia and Janice with this impressive penis.

Terry and I had had him circumcised. Looking at it now, I was glad that we had. It looked so perfect, so smooth, the skin shiny and taut, the ridge behind the head revealed no indication that the skin had once been cut there all those years ago. I bent over to peep closer at it, a little embarrassed that I was perving so blatantly at my own son's penis. 

It's just that I had become somewhat obsessed with the male organ of late, and was considering myself something of an expert. There had always been Terry's in my life, and of course my first husband. I knew the shape and texture of those like the back of my hand. But lately, I had added Jeremy's and Kurt's penises. Goodness me, is that word right, or should a multiple be called penisi?

How had he become so big in his sleep? What was he dreaming of? My God, there was a clear drop of pre-cum oozing from the tiny eye of his penis. Before I could stop myself, I reached out a finger and swiped across the rigid head, scooping up the clear drop on the pad of my finger and bringing it to my lips. There was no taste, but I relished it and imagined there was. I thought that it should taste like honey.

I had dragged my finger across the tip of his erection quite firmly in my pursuit of that drop of nectar and it caused his hard-on to wobble back and forth a couple of times. I held my breath, hoping that he wouldn't wake, but the breathing went on ... slightly heavy breathing, I thought.

His hand moved, but he seemed to be still asleep. It shifted down his body and, would you believe, he grasped the hard core of his erection and pumped it a couple of times. It seemed to angle towards me. My God, is he offering it to me? My eyes tore themselves away from this hard penis. I stared at his face, his eyes, expecting to detect that he might be waking. But the steady sound of his breathing just droned on ... he was definitely still asleep.

I don't know what possessed me, why I would do such a thing, take such a risk. I can only think that this obsession I had developed about the male penis drove me to it. But I leaned forward and placed two hands so softly on the bed, supporting my upper body as my head lowered to just above the tip of his vertical erection.

My tongue snaked from between my now very wet lips – I had been salivating at the sight of his penis – and I stroked my tongue across the tip of his hard-on. It wobbled once more from the pressure of my licking stroke, but its solid rigidity brought it right back to the 45 degree angle at which it rose from his body.

My eyes shot up to check for any reaction on his face. There was none, not a flicker. I don't know why, but I tried again. My tongue swirled across the head of his penis and I checked for vital signs again. Sound asleep!

What was it, did I have some sort of death wish? Did I actually want him to wake and find his mother sucking on his hard penis, giving him a blow job? A blow job ... now there's an idea! My God, what had I become? I pursed my lips into an oval shape and slipped them quite firmly over the whole head of his penis, locking the lips around the ridge behind the head. His heavy breathing seemed to falter slightly and I heard a positive murmur escape from his mouth.

I eased further forward, bringing my knees onto the bed so that now I knelt alongside my son's hips, my head bent over with the head of his penis in my mouth. Emboldened, I pushed my mouth down, inch by inch swallowing in his shaft until the head touched the back of my throat and I could feel his wiry short hairs against my lips.

His breathing stuttered again and that hand that had momentarily pumped his erection just before I started, landed on my head like it was holding me there. I peeped up his firm body, toward his face, but there was still no recognition, nothing to suggest that he was awake. 

I sucked my mouth firmly all the way back up the shaft, and his whole body shuddered and his hips thrust upward, like he was trying to reconnect his hard penis back into the mouth that was withdrawing his erection from it. But just as my lips reached the top, holding only the head just inside my mouth, I plunged my mouth back down his shaft, faster and firmer this time.

"Uummmm!" he murmured and his hand gripped the top of my head so firmly, I could not lift up again even if I wanted to. I held just about all of his shaft within my warm wet mouth. "Oh Georgia," he mumbled, "you're getting so much better at that."

My God, it had to happen, what was I thinking? He was definitely awake now, although in his dreamy sleep, he thought it was Georgia. My God, why would he think it was Jeremy's new girlfriend? Was this girl getting around with everybody? And what on earth would be his reaction ... to see that the woman who held his penis in her mouth was his own mother?

I peeped up, he still hadn't opened his eyes. He probably still thought it was Georgia ... but why? I couldn't get away now, I had come this far ... my son held my head firmly over his hard erection while I sucked on it. I had heard of incest, but had never thought that I would be involved in it. But I was, and I had come this far through my new-found obsession with the male penis. Better finish what I had started, whatever the cost.

I pulled my mouth back up his shaft and Adam relaxed his grip on my head enough to let me bring my gripping lips back up until only the head remained inside my mouth. Then I applied my tongue and I went to work on that sensitive bit of skin on the underside just below the head.

"Oh yeah, Georgia babe, where did you learn to do that? Have you been practising?" He was humping his hips up at me, only ever so slightly, just enough to start a rhythm going. I helped by really working my tongue on that soft sensitive underside while maintaining the clamp of my lips over the head of his penis. I didn't know how much control he might have, but I was determined that when he came, his cum was going nowhere else but down my throat.

Now my head was bobbing too, taking him in, sucking, licking. I even added my hand around the bottom of hi shaft and used the fingers on my other hand to gently fondle and stroke his balls that were now becoming taut from his arousal. I figured it wouldn't be long ... confirmed by listening to his breathing that was loud and faster. He – my son Adam – was reaching a peak.

"Oh my God, mum, what are you doing?" he screamed out at the top of his voice just as I felt his penis spasm violently and felt the surge of his cum splash against the back of my throat. I clamped my lips so firmly halfway down his shaft and allowed his spasming penis to thrust one discharge after another to the back of my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed again and again as each hard spasm delivered more of his cum.

He had obviously opened his eyes right at the moment of release and was stunned to see that it wasn't Jeremy's new girlfriend Georgia, but his loving mother that was bringing such carnal delights to his body. He had said nothing more as the euphoria of his orgasm had totally consumed him, but I worried now about his next reaction. 

When I felt that no more cum was going to eject from his tip, I used my tongue to lick away any whitish residue and pulled my mouth from off his penis. I licked my own lips while looking up along his body, waiting for some reaction. There was none, his eyes were closed. I slid my still nightwear clothed body up alongside his, bringing my face up next to his face.

"Adam," I said tentatively, feeling so contrite, "Adam, I'm so sorry, I just lost myself, I can't explain, but I came in and saw you lying there, all exposed, your penis was up, rampant. Adam, I'm so sorry, but I just had to do that. I know you think it's wrong, but I've just become so confused lately. Please forgive me!"

He turned his head toward me, "Mum, that was the best damn blow job I've ever had. A guy doesn't expect a mum to be good at doing that. I must admit it's quite a shock, to wake up and find your own mum sucking your cock. I suppose I should be shocked ... and I guess I was. But whatever your reason for wanting to do it, I have to tell you that it felt great! But mum, I don't think it should become a habit."

I was so relieved, the full ramification of what I had done didn't hit me until he called out to me in shock just as his cum hit the roof of my mouth. Those next few minutes while he came down from it were the toughest I've ever been through – other than maybe having Jeremy squeeze that mammoth penis of his into me.

"Adam, I don't know if this is the right moment to say this, but I have to say something. Georgia told me about you and Janice. I have to say that I was shocked about that. I know at this very moment I am not the one to be taking the high moral ground, but I am so disgusted at Janice for seducing a young man like you."

"Mum, what on earth are you talking about?"

"You and Janice, Jeremy's mum, Georgia told me all about it, how you and she have been getting it off for months now."

"What? No way, mum, no way! Georgia's got it all screwed up, I haven't had sex with Janice. Shit, I just told her the other day how I would have liked to, how hot I thought Janice was. But hell, she's your age, mum! I know that sounds a bit hypocritical after what you just did for me, but I couldn't see myself banging a woman of 40 something."

"Really?" I gave him a quizzical look, "she was so convincing, she said that you and Janice had been an item for a while."

"So not true, mum ... honest, I swear! Georgia's a bit of a fruitcake, mum, I wouldn't believe anything she says. She and I got it off together, and the next thing, she's on with Jeremy. God, he can have her!"

'And so did I,' I felt like saying, but thought better of it. 

At that moment, the moment I found out that my son Adam had not been having sex with the older woman, Janice, the doorbell rang. Oh my God, it was 9am, that would be Janice with her son Jeremy in tow, here to hear my accusations about her affair with my son.

"Who could that be, mum?" asked Adam, giving me a curious look as I lay in my son's arms, feeling my whole world crumbling around me.

The End