[MF] Friend’s Mom Is A Nurse, And She Really Enjoyed My Veiny Hands

Let me start this story out by explaining I don’t go around fucking moms. I’ve had dozens (okay, maybe like 10) friends throughout my life, and I’ve only ever fucked one of their moms. Also, it wasn’t technically fucking. It was…well, fuck, let’s just get into the story.

I had a friend named Kevin back in high school, and he lived mostly with his dad, but he spent summers with his mother, Anna. Yeah, I know, it’s typically the other way around, but she was an alcoholic when he was younger, so his dad got custody. She had been clean for years though, and every summer Kevin would go visit her in Arizona.

Me and another friend went with him a couple times, and it was always a good time. Anna was a nurse, so she’d work a lot, which meant we had the house to ourselves. I’d like to say we threw ‘*American Pie*’ level parties, but really we played video games, drank beer and played wiffle ball in the backyard. We were super cool.

Anyway, when I was 20, I decided to take a road trip to New Mexico to visit a friend, and I needed a place to stay in Arizona for the night. I remembered Anna lived there, so I called Kevin and asked for her number. I called her up, explained the situation, and she was all, “Of course! I remember you! You are welcome anytime.”

I hadn’t seen Anna since I was 17, and I was a bit of a late bloomer, so my 20-year-old self was undeniably better. Not that I was Ryan Gosling or anything, but if Gosling was unavailable, and then a few other guys after that, a girl would probably be moderately happy to settle with me.

So I arrived at Anna’s house at around seven at night. I had been driving since seven in the morning, so I was pretty damn tired. I just needed some place to sleep. I was planning on leaving early in the morning. When I first talked to Anna on the phone, she wasn’t sure whether she’d be working overnight or not, so she said she’d leave a key under the mat just in case.

As I bent down to grab the key from the mat, the door opened up, “Hey!” she said with a smile. She was wearing what I’d describe as a cleaning dress. You know, a dress you wouldn’t wear out on the town, but you’d mop the kitchen with? That’s what she was wearing. Anna wasn’t some super MILF or anything. I’m sorry to disappoint. She wasn’t hideous either. She was your average 45-year-old, except she did have fairly nice tits. I think she knew they were her best feature because she never wore a bra.

We shared a brief hug and then I entered the house, “No work tonight, huh?” I asked her, even though the answer was obvious.

“No work! I’m off for the next three days.”

“Oh wow. Lucky you. What are you gonna do?”

“Well, I should clean up the garage, but I’ll probably just sleep and watch television.”

She went on to explain that she’s trying to get rid of some junk she’s collected throughout the years, so that she can finally use the garage as a home gym, “I want to be able to just roll out of bed and workout,” she laughed.

“I can do some cleaning up out there, if you want?”

“What? No way. I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

“I don’t mind. I’m young. I can handle it.”

After much back and forth, she finally agreed to let me do “a little” work in the garage. “When I’m done with dinner, you stop, okay?” she said firmly. I nodded. I placed my backpack in the spare bedroom and went out to the garage to get to work. I’m not going to bore you with the details, but for the most part, I was putting old clothes into trash bags and then trying to move an old refrigerator out to the curb.

I had worked up a little bit of a sweat (it’s fucking Arizona) and I had a little pump going on in my arms. Don’t get it twisted, no one would really describe me as muscular, but I’ve always been complimented on my hands/arms. (you can find photos in my profile). Apparently, veins are hot. I was not aware of this, and I definitely wasn’t aware how attractive veins were to nurses.

Anna called me back in for dinner, so I joined her in the kitchen. She looked at me, “You’re all sweaty! You moved the fridge, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” I said with a laugh, “It was a poor decision.”

“I’m sorry!”

“You didn’t tell me to do it,” I responded. I reached out to turn on the sink, and that’s when her eyes locked on my hands/arms. I caught her watching as I was washing my hands and then drying them.

“Am I using the wrong towel?” I asked.

“What?” she replied quickly, “Oh no! God, was I staring?”

“I think?”

“I’m sorry. Your arms. They’re, uh, primed to give blood.”

“What?” I laughed.

“Veiny. The nurses at the hospital would looove you.”

“Thanks? I think?”

“Oh, it’s a good thing, honey,” she reached out and grabbed my arm, tracing one of the veins, “You must drink a lot of water,” she said, and then quickly pulled her hand away. “Anyway, we should eat!”

She made spaghetti, because everyone makes spaghetti when they don’t know what else to make. It’s a safe choice, you know? Who hates spaghetti? No one. If you comment below, claiming you hate spaghetti, you’re lying and you know it. During dinner, we talked about Kevin, my plans for life, her plans for life, the weather, all that good stuff.

After dinner, I went to shower and then changed into a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt. I joined her back in the living room, where she was watching reruns of some sitcom. I can’t remember which one. I took one side of the couch and she occupied the other.

“Feel better?” she asked.

“Much.” I replied, catching her looking at my hands again, “Do you want a closer look?” I said jokingly.

Her face got a little red, but much to my surprise, she responded with, “Would that be weird?”

“No? I don’t think so,” I said, moving a little closer to her. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her lap, inspecting it. She grabbed at it, rubbed it a little, traced the veins up my arm, stopping just below my elbow. This was extremely hot to me, for some reason. I suppose because it was my friend’s mom? Or maybe it was the soft way she was touching me, as if I was some work of art that could break at any moment.

As she continued to play with my hands, I could feel my cock growing underneath my sweatpants. I shifted a little, hoping to hide the bulge, but it didn’t work. I saw her eyes briefly lock in on the outline resting against my thigh. But she didn’t stop playing with my hands/arm. If anything, she put more pressure on them. It was more of a massage at this point. She was breathing a little faster.

She then grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest. My hand was basically on her breasts, as the dress material was very thin. She rubbed my hand against her tits. I squeezed them roughly, and then allowed her to guide my hand down to her knee. From there, I took control. I slid my hand slowly under her dress and massaged her thighs. She rested back into the couch and closed her eyes as my hand worked its way to the front of her panties. I rubbed against the material gently until I could feel her getting wet.

“Oh,” she moaned just barely as I slid her panties to the side and touched her pussy for the first time. My fingers moved down to her opening, teasing it a bit to collect some wetness, and then moved up to her clit. I teased it lightly with the tips of my fingers, “Yes baby,” she moaned, reaching down with her hand to grab my arm. She held it tightly and pressed my fingers against her clit. I rubbed it as she moved her hips against the couch.

With my free hand, I reached up and pulled the top of her dress down, revealing her impressive tits. I ran my hand all over them, pinching her nipples as I went. She watched the entire time, and then titled her head back as I slid two fingers inside her pussy. Her breathing was getting faster by the second as my fingers fucked her sweet pussy.

When I could tell she was getting close, I slid my fingers out and returned to her clit. I rubbed her own juices all over her clit and watched her squirm as she came, “PLEASE!” she cried out, holding my hand firmly against her tits. After catching her breath, she reached down, grabbed my hand and brought it to her mouth. She sucked her juices off my fingers. She then dropped a good amount of saliva on the palm of my hand.

“Stroke your dick for me,” she demanded. She pulled down my sweatpants and watched in delight as my cock bounced free. I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking it slowly. “Yes, baby, stroke it, mmm” she encouraged me.

After a minute or two, she got on her knees in front of the couch and forced herself in between my legs. She positioned her mouth just inches away from my cock and spit on it. She then let her mouth hang open right next to the head of my cock, occasionally my stroking would cause it to brush against her lips.

“Tell me when you’re about to cum” she whispered. It’s a good thing she gave me the warning, because I was about to cum. This was all too much for my 20-year-old self.

“Now,” I half moaned/half whispered. That’s when she pulled my hand away and dropped her mouth down on my cock. “OH FUCK!” I yelled out as I unloaded down her throat. She rubbed her tongue against my shaft and swallowed every last drop. My legs were fucking shaking at this point, which hadn’t happened for me during an orgasm. My cock twitched inside her mouth for what felt like hours.

Eventually, she let it pop out and smiled up at me, “Impressive.” She then got on my lap and started grinding against me. We kissed for a minute or two, but she stopped herself before we started fucking, “I think we’re good, right?” she said, before excusing herself to her bedroom for the night.

In the morning, she made me breakfast and we didn’t even talk about the night before, which I found a little strange, but hey…I was more than grateful.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nztj4y/mf_friends_mom_is_a_nurse_and_she_really_enjoyed