Banging my best friend's mother(1)
1205 Words
(All characters are at least 18-years-old.)
For almost ten years, I've known you as Sarah, my best friend's mother.
Well, you're hot.
I mean, smoking hot, and I'm damn sure you knew it. I remember how you always walked around in light bikinis that show off your long legs, big t**s and tight ass.
All of Ben's friends always drooled whenever we went over to Ben's place, and we saw you in short skirts that revealed your smooth, soft thighs.
We all called you MILF, despite Ben's disapproval. I had no idea that my fantasy of f*****g you would ever come through until this summer.
You asked me if I could help you to build a new shed for your back yard.
Of course, I said yes, for a few reasons:
1. You offered me a good amount of money to do it.
2. I was really good at building things, I was even faster than the local construction companies.
3. Doing this for you meant I'd be around your house every day for four weeks or so.
4. I hoped to get to f**k you...even though it still seemed like an unrealistic dream.
So, you suggested I start the second week of June, which coincided with the time Ben would be gone on a three week hiking trip with his father.
The week before I started building the shed, I saw you every day as I had to bring over designs for the shed.
Everyday, you were dressed in sundresses, or a t-shirt and short shorts that seemed crazy for any adult to wear...except you.
It felt like you were taunting me to take you, even though you had always dressed like this.
Anyways, we finally settled on a design and as I left, you said, "I'm really looking forward to getting to know you better, Tom."
"Me too," I said with a nod before I realized that my response made no sense.
The following morning, I arrived as scheduled at nine, and was greeted by you. I could see a little of your ample cleavage, and briefly imagined what it would feel like to just tug your robe open and devour you right then and there.
You sent me out back where the supplies were, and I started to work. . I was already a couple hours in when you first came out to check on me.
You were dressed in a two piece flowery bikini that exposed every curve of your perfect body. In an instant, my c**k grew hard in my shorts.
"How's it coming?" You asked.
Fuck. I knew you were playing on words as you eyed the bulge in my shorts.
"Slow and steady." I replied.
"I am going for a swim. Feel free to join me if you want to, Ben."
"Not right now, ma'am," I said, looking away from your sexy boobs.
"It's Sarah," You corrected. "Don't call me Ma'am."
"Of course, Sarah," I said with a nod as I watched you turn around and dive fluidly into the pool.
I spent the next half hour, constantly being distracted as I tried to work, while you swam laps in the pool.
Soon, you got out in slow motion.
My c**k stiffened as you grabbed a towel and smiled at me, "Thirsty? Should I get you a lemonade?"
"Yeah," I agreed, wanting you to come back outside, and also because I was now thirsty. As you went in, I peeled off my shirt, showcasing my well toned upper body.
I was busy with the work for a couple of minutes before you returned with a cold glass of lemonade. You were still in your two piece swim suit.
"Looking good." You complimented.
"Well, I still have a long way to go" I joked as I pointed at the work before me.
"I am not referring to the shed," You said, before you flashed a smile at me.
Then, you turned and went back over to the pool where you sat on a lounge chair.
I reluctantly got back to work.
It wasn't long before you called, "Tom, can you come over and give me a hand for a moment?"
"Sure," I nodded as I wiped my hands on my shorts and went over to You.
You were applying lotion on your body when I drew close. "Please, rub some lotion on my neck and back."
I couldn't believe my ears.
"Yes! I will." I said, feeling the bulge in my shots.
You gave me the lotion, rolled onto your stomach and I sat down beside you. "Oh, I need you to undo my top. My niece's wedding is in few weeks, and I don't want a tan line."
"Of course." I agreed.
I unhooked the bikini, and my eyes almost popped as I caught sight of your large, voluptuous breasts. I thought about going for break, because of how horny I was getting. Yet, I decided to just play along.
I expertly rubbed the lotion on your neck, shoulders and back with lotion, massaging gently as I did. You let out a soft moan as I went lower, to just above your ass.
I decided to go a step further by asking, "What about your bottom? Aren't you worried about tan lines there too?"
"Should I be?" You asked back with a playful tone.
"Just asking," I murmured, "I don't even know what the proper tan line etiquette is honestly."
"Well, I better be safe than sorry," You said back, raising up your hips and surprising even me. I watched as you tugged at the strings and uncovered your tight ass.
My breathing got heavy.
"Can you do my torso area, too?" You asked softly.
My fantasy MILF was now naked in front of me, asking me to rub her with lotion. What better thing could I ask for? I was f*****g hot! Sweat trickled down my back.
"If you insist," I said with a half whisper. My already hard c**k begged for release in my tight shorts.
My hands trembling as I poured lotion on your ass and started to rub it in. This was was surreal, and I made sure to lotion your whole ass and, also go down your thighs a bit.
As I was just about to finish up when you said, "Rub in my ass crack, please, I'd hate to have a tan line there."
"Oh!" I quipped back, coating my finger with the lotion, before I rubbed in between your ass cheeks.
It felt so tempting to slide my fingers further between your ass cheeks.
I badly wanted to go all the way to your back door, or to attempt to slide my fingers to your p***y in the small gap that existed between your legs...I couldn't see your p***y, but I sure did have access to it, if only I could just get the nerve to take the risk.
My mind raced as I thought of all the wild things I could do to you.
"Thanks, sweetie." You said, bringing me back to reality.
"N-no problem."
I got up and glanced briefly at your naked beauty before I returned to work, making sure to adjust my c**k as I walked away.
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