Seducing My Friend's Mom Pt. 02

I tried to believe her, but it seemed like wishful thinking to me. I didn't want to wait for the right moment to hit. I wanted to make it hit. I just didn't know how.

But as it turned out, the right moment was closer than I thought. And all thanks to the state fair.

***

For anyone who's never been to a state fair, it may seem like a weird event to be excited about. But they're massive, multi-day events full of just about anything you could ask for: rides, concessions, and all sorts of exhibits and performances. I was skeptical the first time Drew dragged me along with his family, but somewhere between the caramel apples, the monster trucks, and the Fireball roller coaster, I'd been won over.

Most of the Carsons loved the fair, spending at least one full day there each year. Drew and his sister loved the excitement of it all, and even Mr. Carson enjoyed himself. Only Mrs. Carson seemed indifferent: "The fair's all right, but no more fun for me than a good show and glass of wine."

When the Carsons extended an invitation for me to join them at this year's fair, I accepted eagerly.

Little did they know I had no intention of going.

When the planned day arrived, I put my plan into action. After dressing, I put on my best sick face and headed to Drew's room.

Drew noticed my apparent illness immediately. "Hey, man. Are you okay? You look awful. More than usual."

"No," I said softly, shaking my head. "I think I ate something that my body doesn't like. I'm not gonna be up for the fair today. Sorry, man."

"Maybe it'll pass," Drew offered helpfully.

"I doubt it. I've been like this for over an hour now. Go on without me. I'll be fine. Just bring me home a caramel apple or something."

"I can, but it might have a bite out of it."

"Shithead." I laughed softly, and then grimaced painfully. "I think I need to go lay back down. Let your family know for me?"

"Yeah, sure, man," Drew said. "It sucks that you're not coming with us, but I'll be sure and text you all the fun stuff we're doing without you."

I flipped him the bird and headed back to bed. I stayed there, under the covers, until I heard the Carsons' car leave. To be safe, I waited another half-hour before leaving my room again. When I did, my heart thudded with anticipation. See, I had a secret: I didn't go to the fair because I knew Mrs. Carson wasn't going either.

Sure enough, as I made it downstairs to the kitchen, there she was, in all her MILF-y housewife glory. Mrs. Carson and I had the house to ourselves.

She was cleaning up the remnants of breakfast, but she looked up at me when she heard me approach.

"Luke, I'm surprised to see you out of bed so soon. Drew said you were dealing with some awful stomach pains?"

"I was," I lied, "but they're gone now. I'm feeling much better."

"You want me to run you up to the fair with the rest of the family? I know it's a bit of a drive, but I don't mind."

"No," I said, after pretending to consider. "If anything, I would just drive myself up there, but I don't want to risk going. I'm feeling better, but I'm afraid my cramps will come back. Besides, I don't mind hanging out here with you. Might be fun, actually."

"You do realize that most eighteen-year-olds don't consider hanging out with their friend's mom to be fun, right?" Mrs. Carson asked.

"Maybe. But I bet most of them don't have friends with moms that look like you do, either." I replied, openly running my eyes over her body.

"Oh, stop it," Mrs. Carson flicked a washcloth at me. "If you're really gonna stay here with me, the least you could do is lend a hand and help me clean up."

I accepted eagerly.

We spent the next couple hours together doing chores: washing dishes, doing laundry, vacuuming carpets, and so on. Normally, this would be the last way I'd want to spend a Saturday morning, but with Mrs. Carson, it was pure pleasure. I was completely intoxicated by her presence, drinking her in with my eyes. I knew she was aware of my constant stare, but she did nothing to stop it.

In fact, I could swear that Mrs. Carson began showing her body off even more: bending over in front of me to pick up a laundry basket (my god, that ass!) and stretching up to reach fabric softener, letting her full chest hang in the air tantalizingly within arm's reach.

I was so infatuated that I didn't even bother with my flirting. I was too busy appreciating everything Mrs. Carson's body had to offer.

The best part was that I didn't have to hide my stares--there was nobody around to catch me drooling. Well, except Mrs. Carson herself, but she didn't seem to mind.

But then, just as my excitement peaked, we were done. I helped Mrs. Carson put away the vacuum, and she looked around at the house, satisfied.

"I think that finishes it. I appreciate your help, Luke. Sometimes I feel taken for granted, and it's nice to have someone else sharing the load."

"Oh, trust me, the pleasure was all mine," I said, completely sincerely.

Mrs. Carson smiled. "I know you've got your own reasons for helping me, but I really do mean it, Luke. It's been nice having you here."

"You're welcome," I said, letting the conversation die as I melted into Mrs. Carson's brown-eyed gaze.

Mrs. Carson looked away uncomfortably. "Well, now that we're done with the housework, is there anything relaxing you want to do? I know you probably don't share many interests with an old woman like me."

"Stop it, Mrs. Carson. You're not old. You're the World's Sexiest Mom, remember? And I can think of some things we could do..." I said in the most seductive voice I could manage.

I didn't get the reaction I'd hoped for: Mrs. Carson laughed at me.

"Okay, Mr. I'm-still-in-high-school-but-think-I-have-game."

Upon seeing my scowl, she quickly muffled her giggles. "I'm sorry, Luke, but that's not gonna work on a woman my age. And maybe not even girls your age. Nice try though."

"Hey, I was just being helpful," I grumbled.

Mrs. Carson patted my shoulder affectionately. "Yes, you usually are very helpful, and I always appreciate it. But pick something else... something appropriate this time. Watching a movie, playing a game, something like that."

With a sigh, I racked my brain. What could we do that would be appropriate... but maybe with the potential for more? After a few moments, I had an idea.

"Why don't we go for a swim?" I suggested.

Mrs. Carson looked at me incredulously. "Luke, you haven't wanted to use our swimming pool in years."

"Seems like the perfect time to go back then, doesn't it? I've got my trunks."

Mrs. Carson stared at me for a moment, her earnest brown eyes boring into mine. "I'm not an idiot, Luke. Is this your way of trying to see me in a bikini?"

"No," I said, a little too defensively. "I think it would be fun. And with me graduating in the spring, this might be one of my last chances to use your guys' pool. But if you're too old and boring for a little fun..."

"Oh, I see. So, instead of being the World's Sexiest Mom, I'm now old and boring again. I didn't realize how fast that could change." Mrs. Carson rolled her eyes.

"Hey, I don't make the rules," I shrugged. "But if you really do want to be old and boring, I can't stop you."

Mrs. Carson stared at me a bit more, no doubt regretting that she'd indulged my flirting for so long.

"Fine, I'll hop in the pool too. But don't be mad at me when I pop in wearing a onesie and a baggy shirt."

"Why would I be mad about that?" I said, unable to resist playing dumb one more time.

Mrs. Carson shook her head and walked past me to the stairs. "See you soon, Luke."

***

I thanked God that the Carsons had a heated indoor pool--without it, I never would have been able to pull this off in the cold weather. It was attached to the back of their house in its own enclosed room and was fairly sizeable; it ran almost the full length of their house. I always thought an indoor pool of any size was an obscene luxury, but Drew assured me there were plenty more families in the neighborhood with them too. Apparently, my family was just too poor.

Still, I wasn't complaining. Especially now.

After securing Mrs. Carson's agreement to join me, I'd wasted no time changing and rushing to the pool, climbing in eagerly. Mrs. Hartsell's insistence that I was Mrs. Carson's type, despite my age, echoed in my mind. This was my chance to test Mrs. Hartsell's words, with most of my body on full display. I'd never been more thankful for how much I'd worked out in high school. I hoped Mrs. Carson appreciated the results.

I was disappointed by Mrs. Carson's threat to cover up so completely, but only slightly. I had gotten her to agree to join me, after all.

Imagine my shock when Mrs. Carson emerged into the pool room at last, not in a onesie and baggy shirt like she'd threatened, but a sexy two-piece red bikini. It wasn't quite indecent, but it was close. Her top barely contained her breasts: they spilled out over the sides of the fabric and visibly bounced with each of her steps. Her bottom technically covered everything, but it didn't leave much to the imagination either. They were also the kinds of bottoms that were held together by strings on either side. If I could reach one of the knots and pull...

Such thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Carson as she walked to the edge of the pool. "Close that mouth, Luke. You're gonna drown if you go under. I know I can't be the first woman in a bikini you've seen before."

"No, but you're by far the sexiest," I said, unable to tear my eyes away from Mrs. Carson. No woman of any age had a right to a body as good-looking as hers.

"Oh, so now I've stopped being old and boring again," Mrs. Carson laughed as she stepped into the pool. "Oooh, that water feels nice. Maybe this was a good idea after all."

"Any idea that puts you in a bikini is a good idea." I said, still marveling at her exposed body.

"Okay, that's enough, Luke. I get it: you're a hormonal teenager. You can stop gawking at me anytime." Mrs. Carson said. "Now, excuse me while I adjust to being in the water."

With that, Mrs. Carson kicked off the pool floor and began swimming gracefully to the other side. Once she reached it, she flipped around underwater and kicked back towards me. It was impressive how easy she made it look.

Once she'd returned to me, she stood and wiped the water from her eyes. She saw my awed expression and laughed. "Don't be so surprised that I'm a good swimmer. How do you think I've stayed in shape all these years, especially after two kids?"

"Good genes, I figured."

"Those too," Mrs. Carson admitted, before a mischievous glint entered her eyes. "But now it's my turn for a suggestion."

My heart raced. "Something fun, I hope."

"It should be. How about we play some Marco Polo?"

I frowned. "I think we might have different ideas of fun."

"Don't be such a downer," Mrs. Carson said, as she splashed me playfully. "Look, if it helps, we can make a challenge out of it."

And just like that, I was interested again. "What kind of challenge?"

"You know how to play, right? Person who's 'It' closes their eyes and yells 'Marco'. Person who's not 'It' tries to keep from being tagged, but has to respond 'Polo' whenever 'Marco' is yelled."

"Yeah, I learned how to play when I was like five," I said, gesturing for Mrs. Carson to get to the point.

"I'm thinking we trade off rounds. Five rounds each. We'll compare times at the end, and whoever has the fastest overall tagging time wins."

"So tag fast if you're 'It' and avoid being tagged forever if you're not. Easy enough," I repeated back. "What's the prize?"

Mrs. Carson grinned slyly. "If I win, you stop flirting with me."

"And if I win?" I challenged.

"You tell me," Mrs. Carson shrugged. "What would you want?"

"If I win, you have to spend a night with me," I dared.

Mrs. Carson shook her head. "Yeah, Luke, that's not gonna happen. Pick something else."

Shit. Well, there went most of my ideas.

"How about a kiss then?" I offered.

I saw Mrs. Carson start to dismiss that suggestion too, so I quickly added, "Just a quick peck on the lips. No tongue."

Mrs. Carson frowned. "And no other touching?"

Damnit. "Fine, no other touching," I accepted.

Mrs. Carson considered. "Okay, Luke. I can agree to that. But only because I know I'm going to win."

I laughed. "We'll see about that."

A few minutes later, I was eating my words. Mrs. Carson was fast. I never expected a forty-plus woman to move through the water like a goddamn shark, but she did. She was 'It' first, and I went from dreaming about my impending kiss to swimming for my life in seconds. It took her under a minute to tag me that first time.

And it only got worse from there. I was 'It' next, and as I closed my eyes, it seemed like the pool grew to ten times its size. Every time I could hear myself closing in on Mrs. Carson, I'd shout 'Marco' and suddenly she'd be behind me. It took me three minutes to tag her, and I suspected only then because she let me.

"Who's old now?" Mrs. Carson laughed triumphantly at me, as she retook her role as 'It'.

Mrs. Carson's domination repeated through the next two and a half rounds. As I swam to the middle of the pool, ready to be 'It' again, I was on pace to have a time twice as high as Mrs. Carson's. If I was going to win, things would have to change fast.

Unfortunately, as I entered the tail-end of Round 4, it seemed hopeless. I was starting to fatigue, whereas Mrs. Carson wasn't slowing at all. I kept my eyes closed, so I never saw my time, but I knew I had to be approaching the five-minute mark.

Mrs. Carson must have sensed her victory was imminent, because she began taking chances. She'd sneak under the water within arm's reach, pop out, splash me, and then swim away before I could tag her. It was embarrassing.

But then I got lucky. One final time, Mrs. Carson attempted her splash-and-flee move, but I was ready. As soon as I heard her pop from the water, I leapt towards the sound with all my might, hands grabbing wildly for her. And this time, I caught something: fabric. I felt it wrap around my fingers as Mrs. Carson swam frantically away, but unfortunately for me, I never felt skin.

Still, I opened my eyes. "I got you!"

"You didn't get me, you got my suit!" Mrs. Carson shot back, already halfway across the pool. "Look!"

I did. Sure enough, a foot in front of me at the bottom of the pool were Mrs. Carson's bottoms. I must have snagged the knot for one of the strings and accidentally pulled it loose. But if her bottoms were in front of me, then that meant... The implication hammered home.

Unfortunately, the shimmering reflection of the water kept me from seeing any details underneath its surface. Although I could see the general shape of Mrs. Carson's lower half, that was it. She would need to exit the water to give me a real glimpse.

Mrs. Carson must have sensed the gears turning in my brain. "Luke, throw them over here to me and then we can finish our last round. I'll even let you count that as tagging me, although I know you didn't."

I stopped my watch and swam to her bottoms, using my feet to extract them from the pool floor. I passed them to my hands and pulled them from the water, ready to throw.

But I didn't throw them to Mrs. Carson. Instead, I threw them towards the main house. Weighted by water, they flew through the air and splatted against the wall before dropping to the ground.

"What the hell, Luke?"

"Sorry," I shrugged. "But you're 'It' now. Clock's started."

Mrs. Carson stared at me like I'd lost my mind. I slowly walked closer to her, hoping for a better view.

When I'd gotten within a few feet of her, Mrs. Carson shook her head. "Nuh uh, we're done with the game now. Close your eyes, Luke. I'm getting out."

Mrs. Carson stepped to the edge of the pool and pulled herself backwards out of the water, leaving her legs dangling over the edge. Because she was facing me, she kept her legs tightly pressed together, preventing me from seeing any of her good bits.

I didn't close my eyes. I couldn't.

I kept staring at Mrs. Carson, unable to believe that after all my years of fantasizing, this sexy MILF was now a leg-spread away from showing her most private areas to me. I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to.

I stepped closer and closer. Mrs. Carson watched me approach silently, stunned by my boldness. And then I'd reached her: my lower chest pressed against her knees and my pelvis touched her feet.

In that moment, I took everything in about Mrs. Carson: her smooth skin glistening with moisture; her wet hair flowing over her shoulders in a black river; her full breasts spilling out of her red bikini top; her belly that had clearly carried two children, yet still maintained its fitness; and at last her face: Mrs. Carson's freckled face was nothing short of alluring. Sure, she had some wrinkles, but they only highlighted her natural expressiveness and beauty.

Utterly entranced, I placed my hands on her knees and began to push outwards.

Mrs. Carson resisted at first, but as we stared into each other's eyes, I felt her better sense give way. Without a word, she stopped resisting, her legs slowly spreading wide as I guided them apart.

And just like that, my seduction of Mrs. Carson was complete. This housewife and mother of two was giving me open access to her most private area. I may have been a high school senior and her son's best friend, but that no longer mattered. Desire had won out.

My eyes instantly went to her pussy, unable to believe this moment was finally here. Mrs. Carson had kept herself surprisingly well landscaped--in preparation for wearing a bikini?--but she did have a trimmed landing strip above her lips. Her pussy itself was incredibly hot. Even as a straight male, I'll freely admit pussies aren't exactly graceful-looking, but Mrs. Carson's was perfect. Its complex folds beckoned to me, inviting me to explore further... to taste it. Knowing that I would be the first man since Mr. Carson to do so was the last push I needed.

Sparing one final glance up to meet Mrs. Carson's wide eyes, I leaned in and stuck out my tongue. As I made contact with the hooded clit just above her folds, she breathed sharply; her legs trembled.

"Ohhh," Mrs. Carson gasped softly.

I was almost too overwhelmed to move. I had dreamt about this moment for so long, and now here it was: my face buried between Mrs. Carson's legs, tongue on her clit. I began to lick by instinct, but I wanted to do so much more. I needed her entire body, all at once: to caress her thighs, taste her pussy, fondle her boobs, kiss her mouth, stare into her eyes. There was too much perfection to explore. I didn't know where to begin.

One thing at a time, I told myself. Don't ruin this.

And so, with great effort, I focused all my attention on a single task: going down on my fantasy MILF.

Mrs. Carson's scent flooded my nostrils; its muskiness tinged with chlorine from the pool. It was the most erotic smell I'd ever encountered, and it drove me to an even higher state of arousal. I couldn't get enough of Mrs. Carson's pussy, alternating between sucking her clit and tracing her folds with my tongue. Finally, I allowed my tongue to find her entrance, darting it inside to taste her sex. As I worked, Mrs. Carson placed a hand on the back of my head, guiding me to a better angle.

I followed her lead, returning my mouth to her clit. As I teased the sensitive organ, I brought my hand upwards, inserting a finger into Mrs. Carson's wetness. I'd read online that women liked when you curled your fingers upwards slightly as you fingered them--so I did. But her pussy was so wet, it took my finger almost too easily. So I added a second, and then a third. At last, her pussy seemed full, so I began finger-fucking her in earnest.