It was 11 o'clock in the morning when Jessie knocked on the front door of the James' house. He was supposed to pick up David, his best friend, two hours ago and drive over to Twin Falls to check out the College of Southern Idaho. Both had graduated the week before and were trying to narrow down the colleges that they would attend. However, his dad's car had broken down and he had taken Jessie's, so Jessie used his mom's car to take her work and then drove it over to David's house. There was no rush to get mom's car back, since his father would pick her up on his way home.
Jessie and David had been friend, best friends, for as long as they could remember. They could have passed for brothers, except for the age difference -- their birthdays were only seven weeks apart. Still, they had the same build, same curly brown hair, and were usually seen with each other often enough that most people were actually surprised to find out that they weren't related.
As he knocked, the door opened slightly. Jessie frowned...it wasn't like David's mother, Veronica James, to leave it unlocked. She was a single mother and, even though they lived in a fairly small town with a really low crime rate, worried about someone breaking into the house, especially when she and David were home.
"Hello? Mrs. James?" Jessie called out. Not hearing a reply, he gently opened the door and stepped into the house. He felt a bit strange at just walking in, but he'd been in their house thousands of times and he justified his trespassing by telling himself he was just checking to see if everyone was ok.
He walked through the living room and kitchen -- nobody. Walking to the bottom of the stairs, he looked up and called "Anybody home?" Silence was the only reply.
He was definitely worried by now. He knew Mrs. James was home since her car was in the driveway. David was SUPPOSED to be here. He climbed the stairs slowly, half afraid of what he'd find at the top.
The upstairs hallway was empty. He went to David's room -- nothing. The spare bedroom that he and David had turned into a game room was likewise empty. The bathroom door was open and he glanced in. Nothing.
The last room left was Mrs. James' room. The door was closed, and as he put his hand on the knob to open it, images of her and David's bloody bodies jumped into his head. His hand released the door knob as if it was white hot, terrified of what he might find.
"Maybe I should just call the cops?" he asked himself, then shook his head. If they were still alive, they'd need his help. Steeling himself, his trembling hand grasping the door knob again, and he slowly opened the door.
The terrifying vision he'd had of blood and gore thankfully didn't really exist. The vision that did exist, however, took his breath away as surely as if it had been real.
Mrs. James laid on her back on the bed, completely nude. Her mouth had some kind of rubber gag in it, and a blindfold covered her eyes. Both arms and both feet were tied to the bed posts, exposing her shaved pussy. Glaringly, there were two used condoms on the floor next to the bed.
Slowly recovering from the shock, he suddenly thought she had been raped. He rushed over to her and unclasped the gag, removing it from her mouth.
He was about to ask her if she was ok, but she spoke first. "Thank GOD! I thought you were going to leave me like this, you bastard. What if David had come home? I put up with your sick games because I have no choice, but that was going too far. Untie me and let me up!"
Jessie stepped back, understanding the situation and for the first time looked at Mrs. James as a woman instead of his best friend's mom. She wasn't a MILF...far from it. She was chubby (well, fat, but that cute kind of fat that made her seem more happy and fun) and she never really put much effort into makeup or having her hair done. However, she had a smile that would light up the room and more than ample tits -- DD at least, probably bigger. In addition to all that, she was one of the nicest people he'd ever met, always cheerful and loved talking.
He glanced down to her freshly shaven pussy, realizing it was glistening with her juices. His eyes trailed up her body, taking in her exposed flesh and her huge tits. His dick began growing in his pants, becoming painfully obvious by tenting the front of his jeans out. He stepped back away from her as if she'd see his excitement and be even angrier.
"Well?" she demanded. "If you're going to fuck me again, then just do it. You know I can't stop you. Just get this over with and then let me up. It feels like I've been tied up like this for hours."
A wild idea crossed his mind. She didn't know who he was, she thought he was whoever had tied her up. He could fuck her. She'd never know.
"Monster!" his conscience raged at him. "This is your best friends mom!"
"Still," his dick countered, "there is a woman right there that you can fuck. You've never had sex and probably won't any time soon. Go for it."
"This is rape!" his conscience screamed.
"Well, she DID give permission," his dick answered. "It's just not to the person she thought it was. It's not like we're gonna FORCE her or anything. We're just kind of taking advantage of the situation."
"We can't do this!" his conscience moaned, realizing that it was losing the battle.
"Yes, we can," his dick replied as Jessie's trembling hands reached down and pulled down his zipper. It was difficult getting his stiff cock out of his underwear, but in a few seconds he was standing next to Mrs. James' bed, stroking his exposed cock.
He moved from the side to the foot of her bed, his eyes never leaving her beckoning pussy. Slowly, he climbed onto the bed between her tied legs. He knelt between them on trembling legs, then leaned his hips forward until the tip of his cock touched her pussy lips.
Even that little contact was like nothing else he'd ever felt. He'd jerked off a thousand times, and even had Missy Duncan put his dick in her mouth for 10 seconds during a wild game of "Truth Or Dare" once, but a real woman's pussy felt a hundred times better.
Slowly, savoring each sensation, he laid atop her and slowly, nervously, slid his throbbing dick into her.
"Oh!" Mrs. James said in a surprised voice. "OH!" she said again as his full 8 inches was finally buried completely inside her.
It felt so wonderful that Jessie wanted to cum right then and there. He willed himself to calm down. His dick was right: this was probably the only pussy he'd have any time in the foreseeable future and he wanted it to last more than a few seconds.
Once the urge to cum had passed, he withdrew about halfway, then thrust himself back into her. The sensation was exquisite and obviously pleasant to Mrs. James. She moaned softly as he ground himself against her.
His dick was screaming at him to fuck her, pound himself into her, but he maintained control and started slowly pumping his cock in and out of her moistening pussy. It had only been slightly wet when he started but he could feel her juices flowing now, making each thrust more and more unbearably good.
"Oh, God," Mrs. James mumbled as her head lolled back and forth. "You feel so much bigger!"
Encouraged, his lips found hers as he began fucking her harder. She jerked as if in surprise, but mouth opened and their tongues danced for a moment until she broke the kiss to moan even louder. The bed springs rang as his thrusts became more and more forceful.
Jessie had lost the battle of wills with his dick and could think of nothing more than achieving his climax. His hands grabbed her hips gently but forcefully, and let loose his inner monster, fucking her hard and fast, his dick pounding into her wet silk-lined pussy with abandon.
Mrs. James' mouth opened wide and a loud, intense moan filled the air. Jessie felt her pussy start to convulse, milking his cock with strong urgent spasms, and he realized that she was cumming. The realization pushed him further down the road to his own orgasm, and he knew that he wouldn't last much longer.
Suddenly it was there. His cock pulsed, shooting jet after jet of his thick cum deep into her drenched tunnel. He pushed himself as deep as he could, almost forcing her head into the headboard as the most intense orgasm he'd ever had wracked his body. Dimly, he felt her orgasm a second time, but the realization was completely overshadowed by his own.
His cock continued throbbing, the ejaculations getting weaker and weaker, then he was spent. Without thinking, he kissed her again, his lips caressing her soft ones, not realizing the passion that she returned to him. He gingerly withdrew his cock from her and pulled back, his balls feeling the puddle of their mixed juices mingling on the bed beneath them.
The full realization of what he'd just done came down on him like a ton of bricks. He climbed nervously off the bed and stuffed his still-wet dick back into his pants. He wanted to bolt, to run away as fast as he could from here.
"Now you're officially an EVIL PERSON," his conscious said angrily. "I hope you're ashamed of yourself!"
"Whatever," his sleepy dick responded.
He started to move towards the door, but stopped when his conscience said, "Wait...you're not just going to leave her here, are you? Are you that much of a complete and utter asshole? Just fuck her and run???"
Jessie debated. She couldn't find out who he was or he'd be in a shitload of trouble. On the other hand, he couldn't leave her tied up here like he'd found her. He decided to untie one of her hands. She could remove the rest of the ropes, but by the time she accomplished that, he'd be long gone.
He reached over to untie one of her hands, then jumped when she spoke.
"You're not Don, are you?" she said in a husky, sleepy voice.
He stood frozen for a few seconds, then simply replied "No" in a much lower voice than his normal one.
"Who are you?" she said. She didn't sound mad, just curious.
He didn't respond and simply untied her hand, then quickly left the bedroom. With a speed borne of shame, he left the house and jumped into his mom's car, almost making the tires squeal in haste.
He was almost home when the gas light on his mom's car came on. He barely noticed it as his mind replayed the scene with Mrs. James over and over again with both shame and excitement, but by habit pulled into the corner gas station and drove up to a pump. As he got out of the car, his still-trembling hands reached into his back pocket to pull his wallet out. His eyes flew open as he found his pocket empty.
Confused, he tried to remember where he might have left it. He knew he'd had it after leaving his house since he'd stopped and gotten a soda on the way over to David's house. He remembered putting it back into his pocket afterwards. Fear knotted his stomach as he frantically searched the front seat of his mom's car trying to find it. No luck, it wasn't anywhere to be found.
"The only place it could have come out," he thought to himself, "was when...when I was...fucking Mrs. James."
The realization made his knees buckled and he almost went to the ground. He was so utterly and completely fucked if it was at David's house.
"If you had listened to me," his conscience gloated, "you wouldn't be in trouble, now would you?"
Just then, his cell phone started playing the Star Trek fight music, the ring tone he had for David. One of the few things they disagreed on was Star Trek versus Star Wars. David was a Star Trek fanatic, while Jessie owned every Star Wars DVD. David even had Darth Vader's theme for Jessie's ring tone on his phone.
He gingerly opened the phone, knowing that he'd both done something hideous and lost his best friend at the same time.
"H-h-hello?" he answered weakly.
"Dude!" he heard David say from the other side.
"W-w-what's up, man?" he asked.
"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't call you, but mom said you stopped by and she said she told you I was at the hospital. My cousin, Jenny, fell down the stairs at her apartment and broke her arm. I'm still there now, probably be a couple more hours before I get back home."
Both relief and confusion sang through Jessie's mind. He knew he didn't speak with David's mom, but at least he wasn't getting cursed out by his best friend.
"She going to be ok?" he asked, trying to not show the relief in his voice. "She's the one you have the hots for, isn't she?"
"Yeah, she's smoking hot and I would tear that pussy up if she wasn't my cousin. Life's not fair," David laughed. "But the doc said it was a clean break, just needs some time in a cast and she'll be right as rain."
"That's good," Jessie said. "You want to drive over to Twin Falls tomorrow then?"
"Yeah, that sounds good," David replied. "Oh, by the way, Mom asked if you could go back over to my house and help her move some boxes in the garage since we're not going to Twin Falls today. She asked me to do this morning, but..."
"You're tied up," Jessie finished for him. At the phrase, the image of when he first saw David's mom tied to the bed sprang into his mind, and he unsuccessfully tried to push it away.
"Exactly," David said. "She said she'd make it worth your while if you helped her....I'm thinking brownies, so you better leave some for me."
"Nope, if she makes brownies, they're all mine," Jessie said, trying to force some humor into his voice.
"Fucker! I know you'll eat them all," David laughed. "Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow. Pick me up at 9?"
"Sure thing, man. Talk to you later," Jessie said. He broke the connection, then slowly climbed into the car. He sat there for a few seconds, debating on what to do.
"Go be a man and fess up to her," his conscience told him. "She already knows, and you're already in trouble. Take the consequences. Besides, how else are you going to get your wallet back?"
His heart heavy in his chest, Jessie started his mom's car up and drove the short distance back to David's house. When he got there he almost panicked and drove off, but managed to work past his fear. His feet felt as if they were made of lead as he walked up to the front door.
Reluctantly, he knocked on the door. It opened quickly, revealing David's mom in a thick robe.
"Come in, Jessie," she said coolly.
At her tone, his head hung in shame and he walked inside. He stopped and turned around when he heard her close the door.
"I should be furious at you," she said, grabbing his arm and leading him into the living room. "Do you realize what you did??"
"Yes, ma'am," Jessie mumbled as she led him to the couch and both of them sat down.
"I'm curious," she said, leaning back away from him and crossing her arms over her ample chest. "Why did you untie my hand?"
"I couldn't leave you like that," Jessie said. "Like you said, what if David had come home and found you all tied up like that?"
"Why did you kiss me...you know, when you were fucking me?" she demanded. Her voice was harsh on the word "fucking."
"I don't know," Jessie replied, almost sobbing. "I wanted to. Aren't I supposed to when I'm making love to a woman?"
"We weren't making love," she hissed. "You were fucking me. I was helpless and you took advantage of me."
"I felt like I was making love to you," he said defensively.
"Bullshit," his conscience whispered. "You were fucking her and you know it."
She threw up her hands, making her bosom jiggle and attracting the attention of his dick. Despite his fear and shame, it twinged and threatened to grow in his pants.
"I don't know what to do with you. I SHOULD call the police, or at least your mother," she said, staring at him with hard eyes.
"Yes, ma'am," Jessie agreed miserably. "I know what I did was wrong and I'll do whatever you want me to."
Her face softened. "I should, but I won't. First off, your mother has been a close friend of mine since before you were born and what you did would devastate her. Plus, there's another reason that you don't need to know about...at least, not yet."
She reached over and grasped his hand softly.
"And," she continued, "I hate to admit it, but I came harder than I ever have in my whole life."
Jessie's mouth dropped open in astonishment at her admission. "Wh-what?" he stuttered.
"I don't know if it was the situation, being helpless and tied up like that, or because you kissed me, or what," she continued. "It felt more than just some guy rooting around in me to get off. It felt much, much better than that. On top of that, you're bigger than any man I've ever had sex with."
Jessie gawked at her. "You...you're not going to tell anyone?" he asked, amazed.
"That depends," she answered, slowly opening her robe to expose her plump breasts. "If YOU can keep it to yourself, then I can too. Provided..." Her voice trailed off.
Helplessly, Jessie stared at her beckoning tits. "Provided what?" he asked.
"Provided that you're just as good when it's on my terms," she said, rising as her robe fell away to expose her lush body completely. She turned away and walked halfway up the stairs as Jessie gawked at her, then stopped and turned back towards him.
"You coming or not?" she asked, putting her hands on her naked hips.
"Yes, ma'am!" Jessie said with a grin, jumping to his feet and following her up the stairs.
To be continued...