My Best Friend's Mom

I reached into my pocket and grabbed my cell phone. "Let me call my mom," I said.

* * *

I stayed and had dinner with my best friend and his family. His mom seemed a little jumpy and on edge all evening. I think I was the only one who noticed. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do to help calm her down. I cut my visit short and hugged Kevin, his dad and his mom before I headed home.

The next day I did not see any of them, and she never called. Late that night, Kevin called to ask if I would be over the following morning to help him pack for college. Of course I agreed.

That was an experience I would describe as "barely controlled chaos." Kevin had left everything to the last minute and his mom was freaking out. I wound up being far more helpful than even I had expected. While they were in Hawaii, I had neatly organized most of Kevin's clothes and I knew where most of the stuff he was looking for was.

During that mad packing spree, Kevin and I barely had a minute alone to talk. When we did, it was severely abbreviated.

I leaned over a box and whispered, "Emily?"

He glanced around and replied, "Absolutely incredible." We carried those boxes out to his car, and his dad took them and put one in the back seat and the other in the trunk.

On the way back inside, I asked, "Yesterday, too?"

He nodded and said, "Oh, yeah."

We passed his mom and sister in the hallway, stepping aside to give them room to pass. Once they were outside, I gave Kevin a fist-bump. "Good for you, man."

He actually blushed a little. "Thanks," he replied.

After two frantic hours, his car was packed. His father insisted that I stay to share lunch with them, and I was standing in the driveway with his parents and his sister when we all waved good-bye and watched my best friend drive away to college. I felt a little pang watching him leave. Once again, it felt like I was being left behind, like when Leslie had gone away the month before. Lost in thought, I followed Chelsea into the house and wandered back to Kevin's bedroom.

His room looked like one of those burglary scenes you would see in a movie, where someone's house has been trashed and all the valuables stolen. Several dresser drawers were still sitting open. I started straightening and putting away the clothes he had left behind. I only became aware I was doing it when I heard Stephanie's soft voice behind me.

"You don't have to do that, you know."

I turned and watched her close her eyes. She was struggling not to flinch as her husband wrapped his arm around her. He was smiling at me and I returned that smile.

"I'm going to miss you guys," I sighed, putting the last pair of folded shorts into the drawer and pushing it closed.

"You know, you're welcome to stay here any time you want," he replied.

I hadn't expected that and it was clear from Stephanie's expression that she hadn't either. I cleared my throat and replied quickly so that he wouldn't look at her face.

"That's a generous offer," I said, trying to give him a grin. "It won't be the same without Kevin here, though. I'm afraid I just won't see much of you now that he's gone. It's not like I'll avoid you. It's just..." I spread my arms in a helpless gesture.

Kevin's dad gave his wife a squeeze and said, "I understand. I just wanted you to know you're a part of our family now, Steve. Don't feel like you need to be a stranger just because Kevin has moved out."

"Thank you," I said simply. I was struggling to maintain eye contact with him so I wouldn't look at his wife. I didn't think I would be able to hide my feelings at that moment. I turned from them and started making the bed.

"Here, let me help you with that," Stephanie offered.

I heard her husband chuckle and walk away, and then she was beside me. I noticed her hands were shaking as she reached for the edge of the sheet. I looked down and realized mine were unsteady as well. I glanced at the doorway before looking at her. She had been crying, I realized. It was natural for a mother to cry when her son moved away from home. Somehow, it put me at ease. Her husband just thought she was emotional because Kevin was gone and he wasn't looking at his wife the way I was.

Stephanie licked her lips nervously and looked like she wanted to say something. Then she changed her mind and shook her head. After the fourth time she did it, I finally said something. I spoke in a regular speaking voice, but it seemed loud to both of us.

"So, do you think you will want to keep this as a guest bedroom? Or were you going to turn it into something else? Like a...home office or something."

She blinked and looked at me before she figured out what I was trying to do. Then she gave me a sad smile and took in a deep breath before blowing it out. "I guess we'll keep it as a guest room for now," she replied.

After that we talked easily about nothing and worked together to clean and tidy that bedroom. Kevin's dad stopped by and peered in the doorway ten minutes later. He nodded in approval. "Wow, this room looks great," he said. "You two make a really good team."

"Thanks," we replied in unison. We exchanged a startled look, and he laughed and shook his head as he walked away.

* * *

I never got to be alone with Stephanie long enough for us to do anything after we had cleaned that bedroom. I felt like I needed to say something to her, but I wound up jogging home without ever getting that chance. She called me briefly the next afternoon. In between, though, Crystal surprised me by showing up at our house. She was in my room when Stephanie called.

"I'm in my bedroom," Stephanie said softly. "Chelsea has some friends over. Otherwise I would have invited you to come here. I miss you so much, Steve."

"Who's that?" Crystal asked.

"It's Kevin's mom. Stephanie," I replied. I heard Stephanie let out a sharp breath and sit up on her bed.

"Oh," Crystal said. "Tell her I said, 'hi.'" Then she ran her tongue around the head of my throbbing cock and quietly took me back in her mouth.

"Crystal says hi," I said into the phone.

"Oh...hi, Crystal," Stephanie replied.

"She says hi," I said.

"Mmm," Crystal replied.

I knew then that she wasn't going to stop sucking my dick just because I was on the phone. I lay back and spread my legs so she could have all of it. I wasn't sure what to say on the phone. Because I had promised to keep our affair a secret, I hadn't told anyone that I was seeing Stephanie. I certainly couldn't let on to Stephanie that Crystal was sucking my dick at that very moment. I was sure it would hurt her feelings, and I certainly didn't want to do that.

"Is everything alright?" I asked softly. "I'm...in the middle of something here, but if you need me to do something for you I can come over afterwards."

I heard her rise from her bed and she sounded a little bitter. "No, it's fine, Steve. I shouldn't be bothering you."

I couldn't take my eyes off of Crystal's face as she gently nursed the pre-cum out of me. "It isn't a bother," I assured Stephanie gently. "Let me call you back in a bit, please."

"Okay," she sighed.

I groaned just after I hung up the phone, and Crystal's eyes blazed triumphantly as she guzzled down my sperm. When she had finished swallowing all of it, she asked, "What's up with Stephanie?"

I sighed as I sat up and kissed her. "Crystal, I promised her I'd keep it a secret."

Her eyes widened and she looked at me closely. "Oh," she said. As I pushed her back on the bed, she murmured, "That's so hot. You are just full of surprises."

I pushed her legs apart gently and looked up at her from between her thighs. "Of course," I replied. "I had this amazing babysitter growing up. She taught me to be a good boy." Then I lowered my mouth to her drenched pussy and began to feast on her sweet, tangy juices.

"Such a good boy," she murmured happily. Then she gasped as I started sucking her sensitive clit. "Such a good, good, boy."

Crystal left town two days after that. She had taken a new job in another state, and her family wanted to spend as much time as possible with her before she left. We never got together again, but we still exchange the occasional e-mail and we are friends on Facebook.

* * *

It took another three days before I got a chance to be alone with Stephanie again. She had sounded more subdued than turned on the two times I had talked with her on the phone. As soon as I saw her expression, I knew she had decided to end our relationship. I was disappointed, but not shocked or heartbroken. I know that makes me sound callous, but I cared more for her as my best friend's mom than I did as a clandestine lover. I had never wanted to hurt her or her family.

I never meant to fall in love with her.

I smiled at her sadly after I closed the front door behind me. She cocked her head and looked at my face closely. "Steve, what's wrong?" she asked.

I shook my head and took the last three steps to her, hugging her to me and kissing the top of her ear. "You've decided you can't see me anymore, haven't you?"

She pulled away from me and nodded, swallowing hard.

"It's okay," I assured her. "I understand."

"I don't think you do," she said, shaking her head.

"Sure I do. You're a grown-up woman with a husband you love and a young daughter living at home. I'm just a fantasy. It's okay for a grown woman to have a fantasy once in a while, but that can't be your life."

She looked at me and her eyes took on a thoughtful expression. "That's..." She had a faraway look as she turned it over in her head. Then she nodded. "I don't think I would have put it that way, but you're right."

I smiled at her and looked her body over from the top of her head to her sexy toes. She was dressed in a blouse and skirt, with open-toed sandals. Even though it wasn't a particularly flattering outfit, she was still very attractive in it.

"Stephanie, you are a beautiful, sexy woman. I feel lucky to have been with you. Your husband is luckier than he knows."

Her mouth twisted into an unhappy little knot. For the first time since I had walked in, she actually looked upset. Before, she had looked depressed but determined.

"He doesn't have any idea," she whispered bitterly. Her eyes looked a little haunted as she looked from the floor up to my face. I guess it was clear that I didn't know what she meant. She shook her head sadly. "I never realized I would enjoy having a...cock...in my mouth until I was with you."

She glanced down at my crotch when she said "cock" and had to swallow the saliva that suddenly flooded her mouth before she continued. "I thought I could suck his, but he stopped me. He asked if I was drunk."

"I'm so sorry," I said, and I meant it. It was clear from her pained expression how much that experience had hurt. She had to have felt humiliated. Unfortunately, I had not worn underwear beneath my thin jogging shorts. I had expected to have sex with her, after all. Seeing her salivating and swallowing as she stared at my crotch just reminded me how amazing it had felt. I got hard and it was glaringly obvious the way it tented out the front of those shorts.

She smiled when she saw it. I shrugged helplessly. "I thought you were amazing. You were really good at it, and you looked incredible doing it."

Her gaze returned to my face and she was blushing slightly. She licked her lips and swallowed again before she murmured, "Thanks." Then her face fell again. "I tried to dress sexy for him, and when I asked if he thought my ass was sexy, he just looked at me and shook his head. He asked, 'What do you mean?' I thought he was trying to make a lame joke, but..." She shook her head and frowned as she recalled it. Her eyes searched mine when she continued. "I still can't believe how incredible it felt when you took my ass. And now...I guess that's never going to happen again."

I went from hard to throbbing as I listened to her. It was my turn to swallow heavily and my voice came out as a croak when I started to speak. "Stephanie... Ahem. Sorry. I should probably go now."

She looked sad until she saw my hungry expression. Then she shivered. "Why is that, exactly?" she asked.

"Because if I stay any longer, I will probably beg you to suck my cock one last time before I go."

"Oh!" she gasped. She couldn't help but stare at my obvious erection and lick her lips. "That...that..."

"That wouldn't be the end of it," I said, sighing dramatically. "I would want to return the favor. I think your pussy is delicious."

"Oh," she moaned. Her knees sagged and she clutched the couch behind her for support. That confirmed another suspicion. Her husband never did that for her, either.

"After that, there's no way I would be able to resist that perfect ass—"

"Okay, enough!" she snapped suddenly. "Stop teasing me, Steve. You came over here to have sex with me today, and you're going to."

She strode toward her bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. She watched me over her shoulder, making sure I followed. Her blouse fluttered through the air behind her to land on the floor, and then she sat on the edge of the bed and yanked down my shorts. The lacy bra she wore was appealing, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her face when she started hungrily slurping my dick.

"Oh, Stephanie," I moaned. "You are so unbelievably sexy."

She pulled her mouth off me, looking like she wanted to make some sort of angry comment. I watched her think about it. Then her expression softened and she said simply, "Thank you," and went back to sucking my dick. She moaned and I watched her expression change again as she savored the taste of me and the sensation of having her mouth filled with hard, throbbing cock.

Whatever reservations she had vanished and were replaced by desire. As incredible as it felt for me, she looked even more aroused than I felt. Her moans grew louder and her sucking more insistent when I started leaking pre-cum into her mouth. Every time she swallowed it, she moaned and sucked harder, forcing more of it out of me. It was sensational and all too quickly she sucked me to the brink of orgasm.

"Oh, Stephanie, that feels so good," I panted, "but if you don't stop I'm going to come in your mouth."

"Mmm-hmm!" she responded eagerly, reaching around to squeeze my ass cheeks.

It was too much for me to resist. "Oh, fuck," I groaned, and then I was coming in her mouth. She moaned deliriously and then gulped down every drop I had to offer her. Finally, I had to push her away from me. She was applying firm suction on the head of my cock when I was far too sensitive. Stephanie licked her lips and looked up at me questioningly, as if she had done something wrong.

I pushed her gently onto her back and reached up beneath her skirt to find her panties. As I pulled them off of her, she lifted her hips from the bed. "You were amazing," I whispered, "but now it's my turn."

She swallowed and looked up at my face, as if she still couldn't believe I wanted to taste her. "Okay," she squeaked.

Her panties were soaked. I was tempted to sniff them but resisted. It might repulse her. Besides, I was about to taste those musky juices directly from the source. "Oh, God," she moaned when I kissed her moist pussy lips.

I really got into licking and sucking her pussy. She was delicious and I couldn't get enough. When she pushed me insistently off of her, I realized I had completely lost track of time as I devoured her. I knew she had come—more than once—but beyond that I could only guess from her desperate expression and the sweat that glistened on her face and breasts.

She lay on the bed and panted, struggling to catch her breath and staring up at me. Her expression was adoring once she caught her breath. "Wow. You really did enjoy that, didn't you?"

I nodded and licked my lips, still savoring the taste of her.

She reached down and lightly touched the swollen lips of her pussy, causing her to shudder. "I can't believe how sensitive I am down there. Was that how it was for you? Was that why you made me stop?"

"Yes," I said, smiling. "That was exactly why. I didn't want to, believe me. You were incredible."

"Thanks," she said, beaming.

She took three long breaths and then rolled to her side before sliding out of the bed. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor before stepping out of it. When she bent to pick it up, I stared at her sexy ass. She caught me looking and grinned at me happily. She swayed her hips enticingly when she walked into the bathroom and pointed that sexy ass right at me when she bent over to get the Vaseline out from beneath the sink.

I watched spellbound as she worked the greasy lube into her tight little pucker. Unconsciously, I started walking closer and closer until I was standing right behind her in the bathroom. She was watching my face in the mirror the entire time. I only realized it when she let out the most peculiar sound from deep in her throat. It was like a high-pitched growl, and it made me look to her face in the mirror.

When our eyes met, she said, "You really think my ass is sexy." I nodded, even though it wasn't a question. She shook her head, still looking at my reflection. "A week ago, I wouldn't have imagined letting anyone put anything in there," she continued breathily.

I reached past her to get a dollop of lube and started spreading it over the head of my cock. She withdrew her fingers and used them to spread open her slick rosebud for me. I stepped up and pressed the tip of my dick into her before looking back up at her face in the mirror.

"And now?" I prompted.

She groaned as she pushed her hips back toward me, forcing my cock into her tight little hole.

"Now I don't know how I'll ever live without this. Ohhh. Oh, God!"

It was still only the second time I had done this with her—only the second time Stephanie had taken a cock in her ass—so I was careful not to rush. I didn't want to risk hurting her and ruining this fantasy. She was impossibly worked up and kept trying to force more of my cock into her snug backdoor. She shoved her hips back into me hard, three times, before I felt the need to grab her hips and take control.

When I did it, she whimpered, "Oh, God, yes," and braced her hands on the edge of the counter. I knew she wanted me to take control and really fuck her. I also knew her sensitive asshole wasn't ready for that rough treatment yet. She thought I was teasing her and kept trying to get me to go faster. Eventually we both got what we wanted. My full length was buried inside her and I felt those clutching muscles finally relax enough that I could thrust in and out without hurting either one of us.

Our eyes locked in her bathroom mirror as I fucked my best friend's mom in her sexy ass. It was an experience neither of us would ever forget. Oh, we would get together several more times through my senior year, and a handful more over the following summer, but those were invariably rushed encounters. This would be the last time we took our time and gazed into each other's eyes as my cock filled her sweet bottom.

* * *

Years later, I was once again standing behind her in that bathroom. We were hurrying to get ready for a formal dinner recognizing Kevin. He would be getting a prestigious award and a fellowship that would pay for his graduate studies. I was straightening my tie and she was touching up her makeup after putting in her earrings. Her husband was behind us in the bedroom, so it wasn't like we were alone. The house was full of relatives and other close friends.

Our eyes met in the mirror and we couldn't help but smile.

She turned and murmured, "Let me help you with that."

I put my arms at my sides and she carefully straightened my tie before giving me a soft kiss on the lips. Her husband saw it and just smiled. I had been a part of their family so long it didn't seem inappropriate. She watched him walk out to the hallway and then she whispered to me.