Mom's Injured Friend

Mom's Injured Friend

I was 19 when I first met my mom's college roommate Emmanuelle. It had been a year since high school graduation and I hadn't decided what I wanted to do with my life yet. I didn't feel like I was ready for college and I really didn't want to get a job. I was perfectly content just waking up every day and playing video games. With no responsibilities at all. Although I felt... unfulfilled.

It was one of those hot summer days in June that it all started. I was playing a video game in the basement, while my mom was on the phone in the laundry area. She was annoying me by talking so loud, but it's not like I was going to say anything and start a fight.

"Oh my gosh! Are you ok?" my mom asked into the phone.

With her loud talking, it was hard to ignore her and I died quickly in the game. I had to restart a new one.

"Of course we'll come down there," she said. "Nonsense! Vince will come with me. He's not doing anything but playing stupid video games anyways. Of course he can stay for a couple months. Maybe that'll give him some kind of incentive to get a job or something." She sneered at me as she walked past me, heading back upstairs.

"No, I'll tell Jack and we'll head down today. It's only a couple hours away. I can stay for a day or two and them come back."

She shut the door at the top of the stairs so I could only hear a muffled conversation, but it looked like my summer was going to suck. I was going to get stuck staying at a friend of my mom's. Hooray for me...

Just an hour later, she was helping me pack my suitcase. "She broke her leg, ok? She's on crutches and can barely get around."

"But why do I have to stay there?" I complained. But that only made my mom a bit angry.

"Vincent Barnette I did not just hear you ask me that!" She grabbed a few more shirts, roughly folded them, and slammed them into my suitcase. "Because I'm her friend and your ass is lazy. I have to work, you know, and you're just sitting around doing nothing. It might do you some good to actually help someone once in a while."

I knew when I lost an argument. I begrudgingly put my suitcase in her car, leaving behind all my gaming equipment for the rest of the summer. Mom and I drove for six hours before we finally got into Emmanuelle's town and found her house. It was a nice little place, with a private, fenced-in, partly shaded back yard, and a small, in-ground pool. There were patches of grass all around, but not too much. I knew I'd have to mow it, though.

Emmanuelle met us at the front door on crutches. She hugged us both as best she could and my mom was overwhelmed to see her. I guess they hadn't seen each other in many years. They were both 39, so they weren't old or anything. And they both kept in pretty good shape, Emmanuelle even better than my mom. She was wearing cotton shorts and a bikini top due to the summer heat and needing something that she could wear that fit over her cast. Her cast was long, too, coming all the way up from her toes to mid-thigh.

Once I saw the cast, it was obvious why she needed help. She could barely sit down on her own, and couldn't carry or lift anything. Since she lived alone with no family nearby, she needed someone to help with her day-to-day needs, buying groceries, mowing the lawn, keeping the place clean.

When she hugged me, I could feel her large breasts press against me and it turned me on a little. We knocked one of the crutches to the floor so she hugged me even tighter to keep from falling down. It was awkward, but the way she rubbed against me, one arm around my shoulders, the other hand on my chest, her breasts pressed against my chest and shoulder, really turned me on. I couldn't help but look at them trapped behind that thin fabric.

"Sorry," she apologized as my mom struggled to get the lost crutch while I braced Emmanuelle against me. "These stupid things... Thanks, Suzie!" My mom stepped back, smiling, and then looking down at Emmanuelle's leg, she looked concerned again. "Oh, it's just for a couple of months."

Emmanuelle led us into the living room, with me heading up the rear with the suitcases. My mom and Emmanuelle sat on the couch, leaving me with the chair. My mom helped Emmanuelle sit while she held the crutches for her.

"Thank you, Suzie! You're the best!" Both my mom and Emmanuelle hugged and were crying a little amid sudden bouts of laughter at how silly this all seemed.

"You know I'd never leave you helpless like this," my mom said, pulling back a little.

Emmanuelle turned toward me. "And thank you, young man, for coming to my rescue. I hope it doesn't ruin your summer." Both of them were looking at me, but my eyes were suddenly glued to Emmanuelle's hand as she adjusted her bikini top, right over her breast. Her nipples were noticeably hard, poking out against the material. I felt my cock tighten suddenly in my shorts. God she was an attractive woman!

I swore that when I finally realized where I was staring and looked up, Emmanuelle was giving me a little smirk... like she knew exactly what I was thinking. "No... uh... no, it's no problem, Ms. Castle."

"Call me Emmanuelle, please," she said. "Ms. Castle makes me sound old. Do I look like an old lady?" she asked, smirking again.

"Uh... no... no you don't look old," I stammered.

"Well good! Oh... I'm sorry. I know you've been driving a long time and you might want to freshen up and get ready for bed. Let me show you around the house," she said, struggling to stand. My mom helped her up, their breasts pressing together as she was lifted. Their faces were so close together. I had the momentary fantasy of them suddenly kissing...

Then she backed away an inch. "Um..." my mom stammered. "Vince is..."

Emmanuelle looked at me again and smiled. "Yes... he is."

She knew just what she was doing to me. It was such an erotic sight. I'd never seen two women kissing in real life before... and I'd never seen my mom even remotely sexual with anyone before... even my dad. I swallowed hard, wondering if I'd even be able to stand after that. I willed my erection to fade and thankfully it worked enough. I saw Emmanuelle look at my crotch and smile as I attempted to stand. I knew my cock was visible, but there was nothing I could do about it.

As if nothing had happened, Emmanuelle led us up the stairs. It was a small, two bedroom house, with a full bath upstairs and a half bath downstairs. As we moved down the hall, Emmanuelle explained that the one bedroom was still full of junk and wasn't useable. But that she had a queen-sized bed in her room that will work for all three of us.

I swallowed hard as I looked in the small bedroom. All three of us... sleeping in one bed. Oh... great...

I went into the bathroom to get cleaned up and thought I could hear them talking in the bedroom outside. I pressed my ear to the door so I could hear what they were saying. It became quickly obvious that they were kissing... if not more. God my mind was reeling with fantasies!

"It's been a long time," Emmanuelle said.

"Yes... it has..." My mom was moaning a little bit.

"I want you."

"I... I know... I want you too... It's just..."

I heard my mom grunting a little bit, but didn't hear much else. I turned on the water and continued getting cleaned up, and went to the bathroom, flushing the toilet, and then waited a minute, giving them plenty of time to know I was finishing up before I walked out. When I finally came out of the bathroom they were sitting on the bed.

"Suzie?" Emmanuelle asked. "I'm going to need you to run to the grocery store for a few things. I think they're open until 11:00. I'm sorry. Do you mind?"

"Um... ok... I can do that," my mom looked at me, then back to Emmanuelle. "What do you need?"

"Some milk... bread... cereal for Vince, maybe. Oh, and get some chicken and ground beef if you would." She reached for her purse and gave my mom some cash. She told my mom where the grocery store was and then asked if I could stay and help her. I nodded that I would and watched my mom leave.

"Can you help me into the bathroom? I need to take a bath," Emmanuelle asked, hobbling towards the small door. I helped her through and over to the side of the tub. She bent over and turned on the water, checking the temperature until it was just right. She put the crutches together, her hand on my shoulder to balance herself on one leg. Then she reached around behind her back and pulled her bathing suit string making her top just lie against her bare breasts, just dangling from the string around her neck.

I was stunned and looked away as she unfastened the tie behind her neck and her entire top fell away, exposing her beautiful, naked breasts. She tossed it onto the toilet seat, then bent down and began pushing her shorts down her legs until they were loose enough to just fall to the floor.

She giggled when she noticed my head was turned and my eyes closed. "Awww... you're shy. That's so cute." She moved a little, I guess to get the shorts away from her feet. "Ok... help me into the tub, will you?"

She wrapped one arm around my neck as she started to sit on the edge of the tub and I had to look. I didn't have a choice. Her naked body was right there in front of me... in my arms. Her breasts were so large and beautiful, her nipples hard and protruding. She looked up at me as she slid into the sudsy bathwater, the bubbles thankfully covering her up a little. When she noticed me looking at her, my face flushed red.

"You can help me wash... if you want..." she said, licking her lips. Her hands moved over her chest and over her breasts, enticingly, getting them completely wet.

I turned and dashed out the bathroom door. "I'll... I'll just wait outside." God I was so embarrassed... and turned on...

"Don't go too far!" she said loudly, giggling, not knowing where I was going. "I may need more help."

"I'm... I'm just outside the door," I said. I slid down the wall and sat with my back against it. My cock was throbbing in my shorts. I couldn't believe how open this woman was. I'd just met her!

"Ok."

As I sat outside the door, she talked to me. I could hear the water splashing as she washed and asked me about school, girls, dating, the future... and then she asked me about sex.

"So... no girlfriend. Playing the field?" she asked.

I swallowed. "No... just no one in my sights right now."

"How long has it been, then?"

"Been?" I didn't know what she meant. "I haven't had a real girlfriend since like tenth grade."

"Uh... that would be what... 3 years ago?" she asked. I could hear different sounds in the water now. And different sounds from her. A change in her breathing and a low moaning sound.

"Yeah... I guess."

"How in the world can you handle it?"

"Handle what?"

"My God! No sex for three whole years. God, that would kill me."

"I guess I just... manage."

"... you... mmmm... you're either ready to burst or you must... masturbate a lot..." she grunted.

I couldn't answer her at first. As I sat there, embarrassed, thinking about a response I could hear the sound of the water splashing and dripping as she washed. All I could think about was her hands moving over her naked body.

"Um... I..." I stammered, too embarrassed to continue.

She giggled. "What kind of girls do you like, Vince?" she asked.

I hesitated a minute, not even sure how to answer. "I... I dunno... whatdya mean?"

"You like blonds, brunettes... timid girls or aggressive girls... younger girls or older women?"

"Blondes I guess... I dunno..." I looked up cursing myself. She was blonde, damn it! Was I thinking of her when I said that?

"Mmmm... I like blondes too. I like timid partners because I love being aggressive," she said. "I love teasing and playing with my guys... getting them all hot and bothered. I just love a good, hard cock all ready for me."

I felt my cock twitch. I wanted to masturbate... so badly. I grabbed my crotch through my pants and felt how hard and uncomfortable it was.

The water splashed more loudly as she obviously began standing up... at least trying to... and I was out of time.

"Ok... I'm done. Can you help me out?" she asked.

I came into the bathroom, shielding my eyes with my hand, trying to only look at her feet.

"Can you hand me a towel?" I grabbed the towel off the rack and held it out for her. She giggled as she took it and began drying off, then handed it back to be put back on the rack. "My top?"

I did my best to keep my eyes averted as I grabbed her bikini top and handed it to her. I could hear her tying it around her body, her light giggles showing her amusement as I struggled to keep my eyes looking anywhere but her. I bent over and grabbed her shorts and handed them to her as well.

"I'll need your help putting those on. You'll have to kneel down so I can put my foot in."

I licked my lips, nervous and scared, and knelt on the floor in front of her. I couldn't hold my hand to my eyes, but I did manage to look solidly at the floor as I held her shorts open for her.

"Mmmm... just where I like my men," she moaned a little, amused. She put her casted foot through first and I had to help pull it up and over it. She then managed to balance and slide her other foot through. I could smell the scented soap that she washed with and it was heavenly. Her leg slid along my hand and I could feel her soft skin. God, she was driving me crazy with lust.

I pulled her shorts up to just above her knees before she took over. She seemed reluctant at first, like she wanted me to slide them all the way up, but took over when I stopped moving, giggling.

"There... all covered up now. You can look again."

When I looked at her, she smiled at me, amused by my shyness, and then bit her lower lip. It looked like she wanted to say something more, or do something more, but hesitated.

She exhaled slowly, deliberately, as if letting go some pent up feelings, then shook her head as if to stop her thoughts before they became reality. "Sadly, your mom will be back soon. Why don't we go downstairs to wait."

She started moving out of the bathroom and down the stairs as I stayed close, helping where I could. Then she sat on the couch while I got us both a drink and we waited. We continued to talk about the girls in my high school and in my neighborhood, but I didn't remember much about it. While we talked, her hand was on the back of the couch playing with my hair as she looked down at me. Her body was so close I could smell her soap and her shampoo... I remembered how soft her skin was... and her bikini-clad breasts kept distracting me.

My mom was home after being gone for about forty-five minutes and after putting the groceries away, we all moved back upstairs to go to bed. It was after 11:00 at this point.

Emmanuelle slipped right into bed and I let my mom go first to the bathroom. When I finally got out, my mom was in the middle of the big bed and Emmanuelle and I were on the outside edges. I turned off the light and we all tucked in as best we could. While the bed was large for two people, three people made it a little tight. Every movement seemed to make me bump into my mom's leg or arm. So I tried to stay as still as I could. My cock was still rock hard and I had to work hard to not masturbate. Everything about Emmanuelle was screaming sex at me, though.

I fell asleep before I knew it and was awakened by a strange sound in the dark. I opened my eyes and just lay there, trying to hear it again. Suddenly I heard a soft gasp next to me. There was a little bit of movement in the bed and I opened my eyes. I was facing towards the center of the bed and saw Emmanuelle in the dim light. My mom was missing.

The sounds I heard were of wet licking and sucking... and moaning. I watched Emmanuelle's mouth open a little as she exhaled sharply, obviously turned on. And then she whispered. "Mmmm, damn I've missed your tongue." I was confused for a moment and then realized... my mom was licking her. She was between Emmanuelle's legs and was licking her... she was licking her pussy!

I couldn't believe this was happening!

"Yeah, that's it... right there...," Emmanuelle moaned softly.

My eyes scanned down and I could see the silhouette of my mom moving. Emmanuelle was stroking her hair and encouraging her. She bent her right leg, the one without the cast, and opened her legs wider to help my mom.

"Tell me how much you love my pussy," Emmanuelle whispered.

I could just barely make out my mom's response. She didn't even stop licking as she talked. "God I really love your pussy."

"I should make you lick me all night long!" Emmanuelle said, a little louder. "Fuck that feels good!"

My mom tried to quiet her. "Please... my son..."

"Oh... sorry," Emmanuelle apologized as she turned towards me. I tried to be aware and close my eyes so they would think I was still sleeping, but I was too slow. Our eyes met and she smiled. I blushed furiously in the darkness. I was busted. But she didn't give anything away. "You're gonna make me cum on your face, aren't you? That's right, fuck me with your tongue," she said as she looked right at me.

I couldn't help but watch them. My hand snuck down to my cock and slowly stroked it over my shorts. I knew I couldn't cum... well, shouldn't cum at least. But it was going to be difficult not to. In a minute, they were both grunting. My mom sounded like she was choking or drowning while Emmanuelle wailed in pleasure, saying "Oh God" over and over again, arching her hips up and into my mom's face.

Then it all settled down. I closed my eyes as my mom moved back up into the middle again and I could hear them hugging and kissing each other softly. I listened for a while, just remembering what I'd seen, playing with my cock under the covers. I was doing my best to appear asleep.

It seemed like forever before they finally stopped and fell asleep. I finally fell asleep myself not too long after that, still hard as a rock.

I was awakened by someone's hand on my side, gently touching me. It was still very dark out. A body was pressed behind me, at the edge of the bed, forcing me more into the middle against another warm body. I was turned towards the center and when I opened my sleepy eyes, I realized I was being pushed into my mom and that it must be Emmanuelle that was behind me, touching me.

I could feel her breasts pressing into my back and could feel her warm breath on my ear and neck. Just that sound was exciting me, let alone the touching. She breathed a desire for me, an excitement, a need. I felt her tongue gently lick my shoulder as her hand became bolder. She began touching my arm and my hip, her hand moving over my body lightly, but definitely on a mission.

My mom moved away from me a little, since I was crowding her, and still Emmanuelle pushed into me from behind. Her right hand snaked under my head and she curled it around, hugging me to her. She was breathing more rapidly now as her hand ran over my ass cheek, over my shorts, cupping and squeezing it, then down the outside of my thigh. She curled her hand over, running slightly up the inside of my thigh, and my cock grew hard and long. It wanted to be touched. It needed to be touched.

She retraced back up the outside of my thigh and then onto my bare abdomen and chest, making circles on my body. I could feel her breasts against my shoulders and upper back, like pillows with pointed buttons. She gasped a little as if she was getting turned on just by touching me and I became so hard it was getting uncomfortable.

I couldn't believe that she was doing it, for one thing. And I definitely couldn't believe that she was doing it with my mother only inches away from me. I'm sure if my mom was awake, she'd feel what was happening. Emmanuelle's hand would probably bump against her body if she moved just a little more.