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My Best Friend's Mother (mF, 1st time)
by Opie Canoli (an338404@anon.penet.fi)
Date: Jul 1996
Stevie and I were best friends growing up. We were pals,
but one of the main reasons I hung out with him so much was be-
cause of his mother, Margie. Margie was 26 years older than I
was, but I was in love with her from the day I first met her.
She was tall - about 5'7 - with long, slender sexy legs. Her
hair was always bleached blond, kept fairly short and always
perfect. She had beautiful green eyes and those wonderful tits!
Ah, those wonderful tits! They weren't huge, but they seemd so
perfect to a young boy of 15. Every time I would be at Stevie's
house, I would ogle Margie, hoping not to be seen by here (or
anyone else).
Stevie and I did alot together, like most young kids. As
we reached puberty, we talked alot about sex and jerking off. One
day we were up in his room and we started to play with one another.
We both had hard ons and I took Stevie's dick in my hand and jerked
him off. He came in just a few seconds. It felt kind of weird
doing it, but it was strangely enjoyable. After all, it was some-
thing different than jerking off (which I did quite frequently). I
even sucked his cock one time, but let it go just before he came.
he loved it and I must admit, I kind of liked the feeling of sucking
dick. Now, I wasn't gay and never "turned" gay. It was just a nice
sexual experience for a kid growing up. What I really wanted to do
was to fuck his mother.
Margie really turned me on and I jerked off thinking about
her many, many times. Once, while Stevie went to take a leak, I went
into her bathroom ( I told her I had to go, too, so she said to use
it). I flipped open the hamper with her dirty clothes and pulled out
a pair of panties. I sniffed them and could smell her pussy all over
them. I stuffed them in my pants and, when I got home that day, jerked
off while I sniffed her panties. It was one of the great treasures]
of my life.
I guess Margie realized that I was hot for her, because all
of a sudden it seemed as if she were TRYING to let me catch a glimpse
of some private part of her. We were sitting in the kitchen one time,
Margie was wearing just one of those house dresses and working in the
kitchen. She dropped something, bent down in front of me to pick it
up and when she did, I could a great shot of her tits beneath her
dress. As she arose, she looked me straight in the eyes, knowing
that I had just seen her tits and she just smiled. I was embarrassed,
but managed to smile back at her.
I had overheard her talking to my mother about their sex lives
and remember Margie telling my mom that she hardly ever had sex with
her husband anymore. She said she was getting pretty horny and had
bought a dildo. They laughed and I ran to ask a friend of mine what
a dildo was. I thought to myself, "Wow, I could give her something
better than a dildo!"
There were a few more episodes with Margie when I saw either
her tits or a quick glimpse of some pussy hair. We were sitting in
their den one time (Me and Stevie). Margie walked in. She was wearing
this white blouse and a fairly short skirt with stockings. her legs
looked so hot, I got a hard on right away. She sat down across from
me and next to Stevie. We chatted a little bit and then she did it.
I swear she did it for me. She crossed her legs and as she did, her
skirt lifted high enough for me to catch a little pussy shot of her.
I could see her panties and a little hair sticking out from under-
neath.
She saw me staring and smiled back at me again. She asked
Stevie to go get her a drink and when he got up she looked at me and,
I'll never forget her words, she said to me. "You know, you are turning
into quite a handsome young men. Very sexy, too." She smiled and laughed.
I blushed and thanked her. I wondered if she could see that I had a huge
hard on. She asked if I wanted to spend the night at their house. Her
husband was out of town and she said that Stevie AND her would love to
have me stay over. I said sure. She said she would call my mom and ask
her if it was okay. I wondered if she had had some reason for asking me
to stay. I fantasized that she would lure me to her bed and let me fuck
her all night.
We talked a little more vefore Stevie came back in. She asked if
I had a girlfriend and I told her no. "Young, virile boys like you
should be going out with girls, don't you think?" She smiled ever so
coyly. I agreed with her but told her that I hadn't met anyone. I
got a little bold and told her that I liked older women because they
seemed so much more mature. She grinned as I said that and replied, "Oh,
really? How much older?" She seemed very interested in my reply, but
before I could, Stevie was back in the room with her drink and she said,
"We'll talk more later." She got up, took her drink, told Stevie that I
was sleeping over and that I could sleep in the guest room. Stevie was
happy and we took off and played some games together.
Now the way the house was set up, there were 2 floors. Stevie's
room was on the second floor and the guest room was on the first....so
was Margie's bedroom. There was room in Stevie's room for both of us,
but Margie had said I could sleep in theguest room. She explained to
Stevie that I probably wanted a room to myself and I'd be more com-
fortable there. We all agreed, though I was thinking that maybe Margie
really DID have some plans for me that evening. I couldn't wait to go
to sleep.
Margie cooked us dinner - spaghetti and meatballs, my favorite. Off
and on through dinner I would sneak a peek at her, lustfully, and she would
catch my glimpse and return it. Once she winked at me and smiled. I nearly
came in my pants. Being 15 years old, it was difficult to determine if she
were making sexual glances or just being friendly, which she always was. I
wondered if I was reading something into her smiles that justwasn't there.
Stevie and I played out in the yard after dinner and, finally, it was time
to get ready for bed. Stevie and I went to his room for awhile. I think he
wanted me to jerk him off, but I acted as if I were tired and told him no.
We said goodnight and I went downstairs. Margie was still up and she was
sitting in the den watching TV. "Going to bed?" she asked me. She looked
so good sitting there, her hair perfect, her legs long and sexy. "I guess
so," I answered, hoping she would ask me to stay. She did. "Wanna watch
some TV?" She patted her hand on the sofa next to her and motioned me
to sit down and join her. I didn't have to be asked twice. Now I was
wearing my pajamas and if I was to get a hard on, there was little I could
do to not let it be seen. I tried my hardest, no pun intended.
I sat there, a little uneasy, watching some program on TV.
Margie lit up a cigarette and started to puff away as she watched.
I was more interested in her than the TV. I shot an occasional glance
her way and she would smile sweetly at me. I still couldn't read her
signs, so I just bidded my time.
She finished her cigarette and stood up, straightening out
her skirt which had ridden up a little revealing a little more of
her thigh to me. I looked longingly at her legs. They were gorgeous.
"I'm going to hop in the shower. You just stay here and watch some TV,
okay, sweetie?" She announced. I loved the way she called me sweetie.
"Make yourself comfortable." She turned, and walked towards her room,
which was in direct view of my seat in the den. I watched her walk away,
her ass swaying as she walked. I wondered if she was swaying that
pretty ass for me. She disappeared inside the room, but, incredibly, she
didn't close the door completely. Now I know she knew that I could see
inside of her room from where I sat. I forgot about the TV and stared
into the room, wondering if I would get a glimpse of Margie as she
undressed and took a shower. My patience was rewarded soon after.
First, all I saw was her blouse tossed on the bed, then her
bra, then her skirt and finally, those sexy, pink panties she had on.
The panties missed the bed and fell to the floor. I knew she was now
totally naked and I figured she would jump in the shower and I
would never get to see her nude. Boy, was I wrong! My hand was on my
cock, my hard, throbbing cock, when she passed in front of the open
door. It was just for a moment as she walked to the other side of the
room where she apparently had her towel. She never looked my way and
I wondered if she knew that I had seen her. She must have, I thought.
She knew I could see in there. I waited for what seemed like an eternity
until she crossed over the room once again to the bathroom. This time,
she stopped, right in full view of my probing eyes. Her back was to me
and I could see her ass fully. She had a beautiful ass. She put her
hand over one cheek and rubbed her ass as I watched, eyes fixed on
her. She bent down to pick up the fallen panties and I could see her tits
swaying as she picked them up. het tits were beautiful from what I could
see and I was totally entranced by this gorgeous woman.It was then, as
I was totally fixed on her, that she turned around towards me.
She stood up, holding her panties in her hand. I could see
her bush completely, her tits completely, her whole naked body
completely. My jaw dropped and my eyes must have been bulging from
their sockets. She just stood there as if she were watching my reaction.
I was both embarrassed and enchanted. She made no attempt to cover
herself up or to move away, she just stood there for a moment allowing
me to take in that wonderfully sexy 40 year old body. My dick was ready
to fall off as I stared at her. I had never seen a real naked woman
before and this was everything and more that I had hoped it would be.
I'm sure it was only a couple of seconds that she stood there,
but it seemed like an eternity and I burned that view into my mind forever.
If this were all I would ever get from Margie, I said to myself that it
would be enough, but it really wasn't and, thank goodness, it wasn't all
I would get. She gave me a broad, toothy smile, looked me directly in my
eyes and turned away from the door and headed to the shower. Unfortunately,
one good look at her was all I would get.......at least THAT night.
I kept one eye on the TV and one on the door, waiting for another
glimpse of Margie, but there was to be none. She finished her shower, got
into her nightgown (which wasn't sheer) and came out to the den, where I
was still sitting. She smiled at me knowingly, but not saying anything
about what had happened. "I'm going to sleep," she yawned. She walked
towards me as if she wanted to hug me goodnight, so I obliged her.
She pressed her arms around me, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"Goodnight." she whispered in what I made out to be a very loving tone.
"Good night, Mrs. Krown." She headed off to the bedroom, closed the door
and that was all I saw of her that night. Eventually, I got to sleep after
much thinking about what had happened. Of course, I had to jerk off with
the vision of her naked body fresh in my mind.
The next couple of weeks were filled with secret glances and
secret smiles whenever I would see her, which was as often as I could.
Later on I would realize that what had happened was a test. She wanted
to see if I would say anything to either her, Stevie or my mother, which,
of course, I never did. Several weeks later I would be rewarded for my
ability to keep a secret.
My parents had been planning a trip for quite some time and we made
arrangements for me to spend the 4 days they would be away at Stevie's
house. it seemed like forever waiting for those 4 days, but they finally
arrived. Stevie's dad was in show business and he was often away. I hoped
he would be gone for those 4 days. he was home the first night, but would
be leaving the next day. That first night, I slept in Stevie's room.
Stevie, it appeared, was becoming increasingly interested in fucking
other guys. As it turned out in later years, Stevie was gay, and still is
today. We are still friends, but being gay is not my thing, so we really
haven't been close in a long, long time. Anyway, we were up in his room,
playing with our passion as 15 year old boys - baseball cards. It was almost
11 o'clock and we decided to get undressed ang get to bed. We were both
in our underwear and I could see stevie had a hard on. "Let's fool around,
David." I really wasn't interested, I was more involved thinking about
his mother. he came over to my bed and sat down beside me, putting his
hand on my cock. I let him slip his hand inside my underwear and he began
stroking my cock. He slipped off his underwear and I grabbed his and we
jerked each other off. But that wasn't going to be enough for Stevie
that night. He lay down beside me and slid down so that he could suck
my cock. I must admit it felt good having my cock sucked...even by my
best friend. I came in no time and Stevie swallowed my cum. I thought
that was disgusting and when I blew him and he came, I just ran to the
bathroom and spit it out.
He wanted to fuck me in the ass, but I wouldn't let him. I thought
to myself the only person I would ever let fuck me in the ass would be
Stevie's mom with that dildo strapped between her legs. He turned over,
put his ass to my face and asked me to fuck him. I started to put my dick
to his ass and then decided not to. I was turned off by the whole thing
and I told him that I really wasn't into this. he said he understood and
I told him not to be embarrassed. I also told him that we were still best
buds. He gave me a hug and we eventually got to sleep. I told him that I
was going to sleep in the guest room for the rest of my stay there. He
understood and went to sleep. Of course, the real reason I wanted to sleep
in the guest room was that I hoped that maybe I could see Stevie's mom naked
again.
Stevie's dad took off the next morning and it was just the 3 of us
now. I later found out that his dad had been fucking alot of women he met
while he was on the road and that was why him and Margie didn't fuck very
much anymore. Margie and I exchanged occasional smiles and secret glances
throughout the day, but I spent most of it with Stevie. I waited until it
was time to go to sleep. Mrs. Krown knew I was going to sleep in the guest
room. I told her that I didn't sleep well in the bed in Stevie's room.
I wasn't really tired when Mrs. Krown said it was time for us to go to
bed, but I did as she said. Stevie went up to his room, and I lay in my
bed tossing and turning, thinking only of Mrs' Krown. About an hour later,
I heard the door swing open in my room. It was Mrs. Krown.
"Are you asleep, David?" she whispered.
"No!" I answered quickly. It was dark and I could barely make
out the shadow of my fantasy woman there in the doorway.
"Mind if I come in?" She asked.
"No. Of course not, Mrs. Krown." I sat up in the bed. All I had
on was a pair of underwear. I kept the covers over me as I shimmied up,
head rested against the headboard. Mrs. Krown walked over to the bed and
sat down beside me. She stroked her hand through my hair and whispered
softly to me, "Thank You, David."
"For what?" I asked inquisitvely.
"For not saying anything about the last time you slept over. Uh,
you didn't, did you?"
Of course I knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Oh, that! I would never say anything, Mrs. Krown."
"I know you wouldn't," she replied sweetly. She looked at me and I
looked back. There was a silent moment and then she put her hand on my
chin, thumb on one side, 4 fingers on the other and held it as she leaned
over and kissed me squarely on the lips. It wasn't like other kisses we
had exchanged. Those were friendly, motherly type kisses (at least on her
part). This was a REAL kiss. Tender, sensual, erotic. No tongue, just a
firm, tender kiss on the lips. It was incredible. I don't think I will ever
forget that kiss as long as I live. I was in love with Mrs. Krown at that
moment.
"That was nice," she sighed. She leaned over and kissed me again.
It was just as tender and loving as the first one. I felt her sigh deeply
as we kissed. She took her hand from my chin and placed it behind my head.
As we drew apart, she nudged my head towards her breast. I lay my head
against her warm, covered tit and I could feel it against my cheek. She
wasn't wearing a bra and I just lay against her silently.
I managed to begin to whisper, "Mrs. Krown, I....." "Sssshhh, "she
spoke as she put her fingers to my lips to quiet me. "Don't speak." She
rubbed my back as she sidled up next to me in the bed, pressing me harder
against her almost naked breast. I was so nervous because I wasn't sure
what to do, but she knew that and tried to comfort me.
"Have you ever been with a girl before, David?"
"Not really," I answered honestly.
She laughed easily. I loved that laugh of hers. "I wasn't sure.
Don't worry, I will guide you, okay?" she cradled me in her arms and, for
a moment, I had the feeling I was lying there with my own mother. After
all, mrs. Krown had been like a mother to me all of my life. She sat up
and pulled her nightshirt over her head, revealing the most beautiful tits
I'd ever seen. of course, they were the only tits I'd ever seen for
real. I stared at her tits as she watched me, tossing the shirt to the
floor. She had on a pair of panties. She watched me watch her and finally
she said to me, "Go ahead, touch them. They won't bite," she smiled.
I gently caressed her breast with my hand. They were soft and
warm. It felt so good to touch her breasts finally. Her nipples were dark
brown and they must have stuck out 3/4 of an inch. I thought for a moment
how lucky Stevie was to have breast fed from those beautiful nipples. I
touched them uneasily, not really knowing how to please Mrs. Krown and
that was what i wanted most. She helped me, though, and told me to
rub her nipples with my fingers. "Gently, honey. Gently." She cautioned
me. She lay back as she felt secure with the way I was handling those
precious tits of hers. I put my lips to them and began to kiss them. I
was going wild. I started to suck on her nipples and I must have bit
too hard, because she jerked back and let out a little scream. "Easy,
baby. Just relax." She calmed me. She let me play with her tits for
several minutes as she lay back and enjoyed my touch. I was ready to
just ram my dick in her and shoot a big load up her pussy, but I
let her be the boss. I decided that whatever she wanted, I would do. I
was already in love with Mrs. Krown.
"David," she softly spoke, "You just don't know what a lonely
lady I am. You know, I've had my eye on you for quite some time, but
wasn't sure how you would react to this. I don't want you to do anything
that you don't feel comfortable with. If' you'd like me to leave, I will,
OK?" She looked at me with the most unbelievable puppy dog eyes you've
ever seen. I told her that I was quite happy being there with her and
then I told HER how much I thought about her. Of course, I didn't tell
her about all the times I jerked off thinking about her.
She raised herself up, her tits flapping side to side. She
got off of the bed and for a moment I thought she was leaving, but she
stood up and began to slowly draw her panties down from her waist. I
waited anxiously to see her hairy pussy. She stood there in front of
me, totally naked, totally beautiful and let me stare at her. She was
proud of her figure. For a woman her age, she was in great shape. She
kept herself that way in hopes of saving her marriage, but, as I later
found out, it would do no good. She and Mr. Krown would get divorced
in another year. She ran her fingers through her hair and then she
put her fingers on her hairy bush and played with herself for a few
moments. My dick was ready toexplode. She climbed back on the bed and
pulled the covers down from my waist. "Lay back" she whispered. I did
and she proceeded to slip off my underwear as I lay there. My cock was
hard and, for a 15 year old, was pretty big. At least she was
impressed, and that was all that mattered. She rubbed my thighs with
her hands and then touched my aching cock. I crained my neck so that
I could see her as she touched me. her hand slipped aroound the shaft
of my cock and she began to slowly slide it up and down. it wasn't like
when Stevie jerked me off, it was much better. She slipped her hand
over my balls and held them in her hand.
She saw that I was about to cum and she quickly put her mouth
to my ready cock. That was all I could take and I shot a load into her
mouth. She moaned as I came into her lips and she swallowed my cum
easily. She licked her lips and held my cock for a few more moments.
Man, i couldn't believe my best friend's mother had just sucked my cock
and swallowed my cum. She rubbed my chest smoothly and lovingly. her
tits swayed from side to side, a smile across her pretty face. She
leaned over and kissed me on the chest, then she kissed my nipples,
one at a time, and then she kissed me on the lips. This time, though, she
slipped her tongue between my lips. I kissed her back and our tongues
entwined. She lay over my chest, her tits pressed against me and I
embraced her tightly. I felt the warm, tender skin of her back and
slipped my hands over her ass and pressed tightly against her
cheeks. She rolled over, taking me with her and I ended up on top of
her. My dick was already hard again and she wanted me to fuck her badly.
She slid her hand between our bodies and grabbed my dick and guided it
to her crotch.
She rubbed the head of my dick against her clit for several moments
and then slipped me inside her. When I did, she heaved a great sigh as
my cock slipped in her warm, wet cunt. It was an unbelievable feeling
being inside a cunt for the first time. I had imagined this moment for so
long and now it was finally happening. To make things even more erotic,
I was doing it with my friend's mother! I knew I was in heaven.
I started to thrust my cock deeper inside her and with each thrust,
she would breath a little deeper and moan. I was going like a rocket out
of control when she grasped my shoulders and pushed me back a bit. "Whoa,
cowboy! It's not a contest to see how fast you can go. A woman likes it
smooth and easy. Like this," and she pulled me in and out in a much easier
pace than I had been going. What did I know anyway? This was my first time
and I was only 15. Of course, Mrs. Krown knew this and understood. She
had alot of patience with me that first time.
I never knew how good it felt to fuck. I had only imagined before
this. It was great. As I settled down to a nice easy, smooth pace of
fucking, mrs. Krown started to touch her clit with her fingers. In a few
moments she was cumming. Her breathing got real deep and I could hear her
moaning with each passing second of arousal. When she came, she grabbed
my ass with both hands and pulled me tight against her. My cock was as deep
inside her as it could go and I was ready to cum, too. I let it go in
a hot flurry of passion that probably will never be duplicated as long
as I live. I wrapped my arms around her, she around me and she felt my
warm cum explode inside her. She closed her eyes and we held each other
tightly, then we kissed. It was hot and passionate, deep and lustful. I
was madly in love with Mrs. Krown.
As we finished cumming, we lay there for a moment, me on top of
her, my head against her neck, her arms wrapped around me holding me
passionately. I was totally out of energy for the moment. My cock
softened up and fell limply from Mrs. Krown's hot pussy. I could see
some of my cum dripping from her hairy bush to the sheets below. I slid
over beside her, she turned towards me and hugged me. She ran her
hands through my hair, stroking me softly. She was a wonderful lady. We
lay there together, lovers now...and forever....saying nothing, basking
in the glow of the fantastic sexual experience. At that point, nothing
really needed to be said. I slipped off to a dream-filled sleep. When I
awoke, Mrs. Krown was no longer in bed with me.