Best friend's mother

OOC: How come only Brad has school?

Gina:

The field was water-logged from the rain that we had the previous night. But we still had fun anyway, we just got really muddy.

At the showers, the girls were spraying one another with hoses, and it was then that I realised that I had left both my towel and my change of clothes at home.

"Sorry girls, can't join you for showers. Can't believe that I left my stuff at home," I muttered. I said my byes and headed for home.

It was then when I saw Brad, for the second time for the day. He had just walked out from the exam hall and was looking in bad shape. Probably flunked some shit. Then the images of him beating his cock came back into my mind. I sighed, exasperated with myself. Maybe I should go over and talk to him, help make him feel better or something.

"Hi, Brad..."
 
OOC: Tim goes to school, he skipped. To come see me :]
 
Brad

What a day at school. Atleast I passed the test but I couldnt stop think about what my mom and tim coule be doing back home. Finally the bell rang and school was over. As I left my class I hear a female voice call to me. I turned around real fast at the sound of my name.

It was Gina and...her clothes were wet! Her shirt clunged to her body as I could make out her nipples through her shirt. She repeated herself "Brad are you ok? Did you flunk a test again?" I stared blankly at her for a moment then answered "Oh no I got a C on the test. I just have something else on my mind".

She frowned and asked "Like what?" I didnt know what to say. What could I say? That right now my mom and her brother could be doing the nasty right now at my house. I tried to change the subject "What happend to you? Didnt you change after practice?"

She looked herself over and said "Well I forgot my stuff at my house so I have to walk around in this. I'm going home to change. Want to come with me?" I hesitated at first but I didnt know if I could go home right now to find out what Tim was doing to my Mom so I told her "Sure thing" as we walked off to her house.

As we walked home and talked I noticed how her clothes were stuck to her body and leaving not much to the imagination.
 
Brad's mom brought me a Coke and sat down beside me on the couch. She seemed very edgy.

As we talked, I began recalling her image standing before me naked. Had I really come over to apologize for the incident last week ? Or was I here for another reason ?
Brad's mom excused herself for a few moments. Long enough for me to collect my thoughts.

Should I do the right thing, apologize and leave ? Or do what my lustful thoughts were urging me to do ?

My devlish mind had a powerful lock on me. I wanted this woman so badly. It was almost like being posessed. Without consciously deciding, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the "Ecstacy". Glancing around to make sure that she couldn't see me, I furtively dropped it into her glass.
 
I came back into the room and sat down. I was nervous. I think he could tell. I couldnt get these thoughts out of my head. I hated that I wanted him. But I did. Obviously it excited my husband. I could do it, and He would probably ask to watch, or join, or both. But, it would be like .... incest.

No. I am not going to fuck that boy, no matter how my pussy aches for it. I'm not.

I downed my drink in one gulp. And went to get another. A strogner one. I needed it.

As Tim and I continued to talk, about stupid things. I realized more than desirign him, I liked him. That was bad. I was definitely not feeling motherly. For petes sake I used to bathe him I screamed silently.

That of course brought my gaze to his lap. Oh god.

I was starting to feel a bit warm ... I moved around in my seat .... feeling the effects of the alchohol ... but so much more intense .... I met Tim gaze ... not realizing the flare of lust showing in mine ...

Are you hot? I asked as I got up to turn the AC to a cooler setting
 
I felt guilty having drugged Brad's mom. It was desperation. I never imagined her being willing to do the things I fantasized about. Her conservativism made her seem completely out of my league. I needed some help.

As we spoke, I noticed a difference in her expression. She was obviously having difficulty concentrating on our conversation. The drug was starting to affect her. It was time to make my move.

"Mrs. Clark, I really didn't come here today to apologize for last week," I said nervously, "I came because I've been having a hard time keeping you out of my mind. All I see is you standing naked in front of me. I'm horny all the time."

I seemed to have surprised her with my statements. As she gathered her thoughts, I slid closer. She looked confused.
The combination of my words as well as the effects of the drug must have made her mind fuzzy as all hell.
 
I blinked as he moved closer, I had realized something wasn't right. I have downed half a bottle of beam without feeling like this before. I struggled to bring myself out of this sensual fog.

I heard his words, but they weren't registering. I rubbed my skin, watching him. Finally his words registered.

"What?! Brad, how ... what? Oh my god, this isn't happening"
 
Brad's mom mumbled a mild protest about this not happening, but I could tell she was in no shape to put up a fight.

I reached out and put my hand on the back of her head. Pulling her forward I pressed my lips against hers. At first she didn't really react, but she then put her hand on my chest and tried to push me away. I broke off the kiss.

"Don't fight it, Mrs. Clark," I said, "I'll never tell anyone. Just relax and let it happen."

My right hand slid up her side and cupped her breast through her sweatshirt. I began kneading the soft mound of flesh, gently at first and then more firmly.
 
noooooo

I felt my body responding to his touches. I searched wildly for a way to get away. But somehow I just couldn't get up the resolve again.

I moaned and let my tongue play with his, my nipples were pebbling. I pressed into his hands, angling more towards him, I let my hand slide up his leg, I remembered that bulge. I felt him flinch in surprise as my fingers came in contact with his throbbing cock. I finger teased along the zipper ....

Dimly I thought about the time. My family should be home soon, I tried to push away again. But he just pulled me back ...

"oohhh ...."
 
She tried to fight her urges, but when she kissed me back and stroked my crotch, I knew it was all over.

My left hand found it's way up her shirt, finding a bare breast waiting. Her nipples had hardened and I began rolling her nipple between my fingers. My other hand unzipped my jeans and freed my throbbing member. I wanted her to touch my cock. I wanted her to feel how big and hard I was. Our mouths were locked together, our tongues jousting for position. She was such a good kisser.


Her moans of pleasure encouraged me to get even braver. I grasped her hair and pulled her down toward my cock.

"Suck my cock, Mrs. Clark," I ordered.
 
Brad

As we arrived at her house I walked her inside. Nobody was home at the time. "Well I'll see you around Gina. I better get home" I said trying to leave before she noticed my erection.

I turned to leave when Gina yelled to me "Wait Brad! Dont go yet. I dont feel safe when I'm alone for a long time. Could you stay with me for awhile?".

I never could say no to her "Ok Gina, but just for awhile".

She smiled and said "Great! I gotta change real fast but you can wait in my room for me while I change in the restroom".

We walked to her room and I sat down on her bed while she went to change.
 
As he forced my mouth towards his cock, i gained my resolve again.

No, I said, standind and awaying a bit. Brad and Paul should be home soon, I think you should go home now. We can discuss this later, but I'm not feeling well.

I stood there, waiting for him to go.
 
Gina:

My wet clothes were stuck to my body like a second skin. It was really getting to me, and now all I thought about was getting home to change into dry clothes.

I noticed that Brad looked restless, something seemed to be on his mind. Also, I noticed that he was looking at me at length, and there was a look in his eyes that I've never seen before.

Then it struck me - what wet clothes on a girl could do to a guy. My white practise tee was stuck to my body, and I could make out clearly the out line of my sports bra. Luckily I had it on. But my training shorts were clinging on to my ass, I felt as if I was wearing it in the first place.

As soon as we got to my place, Brad turned to leave. I wanted to talk to him, to find out what was wrong.

"Wait Brad. Don't go yet." I paused. Then I came up with something really lame. I actually told him that I didn't feel safe alone.

He bought it anyway, so I told him I'd get changed first.

He followed me to the room, and I told him to wait there while I changed in the bathroom. As I peeled off my dripping wet tee, I thought of the effects my exposed body might be having on him - and once more I pictured him rubbing his thick, long cock. I laughed to myself again, telling myself to give the guy a break. I took off the rest of my training clothes, and stripped of my sports bra and underwear as well.

Not wanting to be standing there naked for too long, especially since a guy friend is just next door, I quickly put on a dry tee-shirt. I slipped on a pair of black panties and as I reached out for my skirt, a roach flies out from nowhere.

I shriek...
 
Brad

I couldnt get what could be going on at my house out of my mind. They could be...no they couldnt! Mom wouldnt cheat on Dad like that!

Just then I heard Gina shriek in the bathroom! I jump up and run to the bathroom door. I open it and yell "Gina are you ok! I heard you scr.." my words were cut off by the sight of her standing there in a pair of black panties! She yells to me "Right there! It's a roach! Get it Brad before it gets away!"

Shaking off my daze I look down at the roach. I quickly take off my shoe and lean down to smash the roach with one loud smack! I looke under the shoe to see that the roach is off to roach heaven by now. I turn to Gina to ask if she was ok when I notice that my head is at crotch level with her right now.

I stare at her crotch for awhile when she speaks "Uh Brad what are you doing?" I look up at her face then quickly apoligise "Oh sorry about that Gina! I uh I better get going."

I start to leave when Gina calls out to me "Brad wait!" I stop in my tracks and look back to her.
 
I was surprised by her sudden change of heart. She was really battling with her conscience. I stood and faced her, my hard cock pointing toward the ceiling.

"You can't leave me like this, Mrs. Clark," I argued, "Besides, Brad won't be home for at least an hour."

I walked over to her, giving her a soft kiss.

"If you won't suck me off, would you at least give me a hand job ?"


"I can't walk home like this."

I grasped her hand and placed it on my swollen prick.

"Stroke it for me."
 
I snatched my hand away like I had just touched a burnign flame.

"Tim!" I yelled. "Now stop that, you know this is wrong! Please, before my husband gets home from work"

I was struggling to not stare at his cock. It was big, and hard. And it had throbbed in my hand. I had never touched another cock before. I had been a virgin when I married Paul. I was fascinated by the differences.

My hear thumped wildly, then I heard a car pull up in the driveway.

Paul was home. "Tim, he's home, hurry up, fix your clothes!"
 
I pulled up my pants and bolted out the back door. I felt so frustrated. I had come so close and I felt as if I'd never have another chance at Mrs. Clark. I ran home to an empty house, went to my room and slammed the door.

Again, I masturbated, thinking of Brad's mom. But this time I jerked off without much hope of ever living out my fantasy. My spirits were low and I felt embarrassed by the events of the day. Lying in bed until midnight, passing up dinner with the convenient excuse of not feeling well, I stared at the ceiling. Just as I had reached my lowest point, the phone rang.

It was Mrs. Clark.
 
.....slamming the door of the car, I trot over the deck and enter the siding glass door. In the hall I spot Linda and Tim...his clothes are disheveled, and she seems woozy, somehow. Walking quickly toward them, I smell liquor..she has been drinking, that would explain her glassy look. In the back of my mind, however, is a nagging thought. "I wonder if her 'young cock' fantasies are becoming reality?"

As I slip my arm around her, she grabs me and kisses me. Her tongue snakes into my mouth..she is ignoring the kid, Tim. He is just staring at us....but he has a strange expression on his face.....then he rushes out the door....leaving us alone.

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 08-21-2000 at 08:28 PM]
 
When Paul walked in, I grabbed him and pulled Him to me in a deep kiss. I pulled abck and smiled at him. "Welcome home, honey." My hands slid down his chest, tugging at the waistband. I heard Tim leaving, and let out a small sigh.

"How was your day my love?" The snap of his pants came undone and the zipper slid down. My hands stole between our bodies, seeking out his cock ...
 
"I love the new Linda," I think. Her passion is unbelievable. My hand slides up under her skirt...as our lips smash painfully together. "Damn, she does not have panties on.....she is dripping wet." Our bodies collapse together on the soft rug....her hand on my cock is making me crazy. Moving swiftly, I push her skirt up....and bury my head between her legs. Opening my mouth..sucking her soft, blood engorged lips. Digging my fingers into her ass, I massage it.....while I drink her juices. Wild, I plunge my tongue into her hot core, tongue fucking her like there is no tomorrow. She spreads her legs wide - and lifts one high in the air...allowing my tongue to probe deeper into her hot channel. My finger toys with the crack of her ass... She has pushed her shirt up and is mauling her breasts, pulling and twisting her hard nipples. Her hips are bucking - fucking my tongue with each movement.

I have never seen her so hot......
 
My fingers spasm around his cock as I feel his fingers probe my ass. I moan loudly, writhing on the floor. My free hand pinches my large throbbing nipples, my hips bucking wildly against his mouth and the finger in my ass. My body is convulsing, I am so hot. I cum hard, shaking and screaming out his name. He doesn't stop as my pussy gushes. I shift into a 69 position. I want that cock in my mouth. I had wanted my mouth filled since Tim asked me to suck him off.

I wasted no time stuffing my husbands prick down my throat, the back of my head hitting the floor as I moved my mouth up and down rapidly ....
 
her mouth on my cock is almost too much to bear..but I don't want to cum just yet. With an act of will, I control the boiling in my groin. Knowing Linda's body so well, I slip my tongue out of her and begin to lick her slowly, from her hard mound to where my finger was a few moments ago. Her juices are flowing, running down her legs. Her mouth is so damn sensuous. She can take my entire prick in her mouth. Her throat on the tip is unbelievably arousing.

When she is really hot, she is capable of orgasm after orgasm...until she momentarily passes out. That scared me the first time, but now....

As she parts her legs..almost obscenely, my tongue slides deeper into her pussy, her soft pink inner lips against my tongue....
 
My lips were stretched wide, my hands grasping his butt as I pulled him deeper into my mouth, the head of his cock teasing the back of my throat. I began humming, vibrating his cock, knowing how that drove him crazy. I wanted him to coat my throat with his cum.

My feet were planted firmly on the ground ... my legs spread so wide I could feel my muscles protesting. My ass bucked up off the floor, my whole body trembling as His tongue delved deeper into my hot little hole.

I had totally lost rack of anything but his tongue in my pussy and his cock in my mouth. Time seemed suspended as we savoured the frenzied passion of the moment.
 
Gina:

I could see the strange look again, in Brad's eyes when I caught him staring at my crotch. I asked him what he was doing and he fumbled for an apology, and was about to leave.

I felt so guilty, for having embarrassed him like that. I call out to him once more.

"Hang on, just let me put something on first." I quickly added. I grabbed the cheerleading skirt nearby and pulled it up my legs.

"Brad, you've not been yourself today," I said as I walked towards him, "is there anything you might want to talk about? You might feel better talking about it."

He was silent, and shifty.

Guess I have to help him loosen up then. I thought to myself.

"Ok, let's hold that thought ya? There's this other thing that I've been wanting to ask, and I'm too embarrassed to ask my brother."

"How does it feel like when you guys...er...masturbate," there I said it.

He turned sharply, and looked flushed.

[Edited by mfucker on 08-22-2000 at 11:00 AM]
 
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