[FM] My Mom’s Best Friend

My mom and her best friend were friends since forever. They grew up next to each other. The spent most of their free time together when they were children. And no, they were not in the same class at school. My mom’s best friends is around two years younger than her. Despite that gigantic age difference, it actually is one when you are young, the two always got along more then just well.

Even better, their relationship stood the test of time. The had their fights, they had their struggles. They were fighting with each other because of some men, or better said boys, but the always got back together and worked out their difficulties.

So my mom’s best friend knew me since the day I was born. And I knew her my whole life long. She often was my babysitter when I was toddler, she also watched after me and my sister when we were older and mom and dad needed some alone time. And nope, nothing sexual was going on. She was the aunt from down the road for my sister and me.

While I got older, contact got less and less. She still was my mom’s best friend, she still was over at our place from time to time, but well, I was young, and she was old. Then I went off to college, to party, to fuck around, a sorry, to get a proper education to achieve something later in my life. The only link between my mom’s best friend and me was my mom. She told the other one about the other one. We had no direct contact for about a decade or so.

After I graduated from college, I moved to a different town. For work, to achieve something. To make career. And I got pretty far until the day I turned 32. I made a lot of money, I had a lot of relationships, I also was burned out pretty damn fucking hard. I had no break for years. Just work, work and work.

I needed professional therapy. And some time off. It took me some time to accept the later one, but well, a few breakdowns later, I decided to quit my job. And to take off a couple of months before I started a new one.

When I told my mom about it, she was concerned, and she was more than just supportive. She even invited me to move back in with her and dad. I was thinking why not, but I called dad first, to make sure, that he really was okay with it. And he was.

Fast forward two months, after I quit my job, after I gave up my expensive inner city apartment I arrived with a rented truck, loaded with all of my stuff that was important to me, in front of my childhood home. Mom and dad were already waiting. Some hugging, some welcoming words later dad and I were unloading the truck. Luckily he called in some neighbors to help out. And they showed up. Yes, small towns have their benefits too.

After storing all of my stuff in the garage, I returned the delivery truck. When done and back at home, I had the first family dinner in ages. We had a lot to talk about. It took us a few evenings to catch up on each other.

From now on, during the day, I was home alone. Mom and dad, both in their mid fifties had to go to work, while I was mostly hanging out in the backyard. Reading books, listening to some nice tunes while watching clouds moving across the sky. Only interrupted by an occasional jerk off break. No, I wasn’t jerking off in the backyard, I went back inside to cure my urges. And no, neither mom, or dad caught me in the act and joined in.

From time to time, she showed up. My mom’s best friend. She still was living down the street. She, like my mom, also still was living in her childhood home. But unlike my mom, she had no family of her own. She never found a matching partner to start one: Men came, men stayed for some time and then they left.

When she was over at my family home, mom and she mostly had coffee. They were talking about everything. They literally shared everything with each other. They really were best friends. And I, I always tried to not be in the room when they two were talking. To give them some privacy, and to be able to stop staring at our neighbor, my mom’s best friend. Fuck, she really was damn hot 52 year old.

When she showed up at our place, she always was dressed to impress. She always was showing off her next to perfect curves. She had a beautiful face and an even more beautiful smile. Yes, she gave me a raging boner every damn fucking time she showed up. As I later found out, mom and her best friend realized what was going on, but they pretended to do not.

When I was alone, I fantasized a lot about fucking my mom’s best friend. About sucking on her hard nipples. About me eating out her pussy. About my dick sliding in and out of her pussy. While jerking of my rock hard dick. I always came hard, it always came fast while thinking about her.

But in the first few weeks, nothing more came out of it. But it all should change, when on one day, out of the blue, someone knocked at the front door. It was the middle of a weekday, so I was home alone. I hurried towards the door, to open up. Expecting a delivery guy dropping off something.

But I was wrong. It was her. My mom’s best friend. Wearing a tight fitting summer dress. A dress, that hid nothing. A dress that made her look even more gorgeous. While her hard nipples were pointing towards me, with a huge smile on her face, she asked me the following: “I hope I am not disturbing you, but can you help me out with something. Over at my place?”

I was rock hard within a few seconds. A bulge was building up between my legs. My shorts hid nothing. She looked down, and her smile got even bigger. Yes, it took me some time to answer her: “No, you are not disturbing at all. How can I help?”

“I am rearranging some of my bookshelves, and they are too heavy for me alone. So do you mind lending me a hand?”

“No, not at all, I just have to put on some shoes and grab my keys. Then I am ready to go.”

We walked down the street together. She took the lead, I was following her. While staring at her damn hot ass. She even shook her ass for me. I forgot about everything else. I think saliva was running out of my mouth.

When we arrived at her place, she unlocked the door and let me in. She told me to get out of my shoes, then we went upstairs. Again, she was ahead. Offering me a perfect view of her damn hot ass while she went up the stairs. She took her time with every step. My dick meanwhile was more than just rock hard.

Upstairs we went into her study, into her library. In there I asked her one question, because stupid me is stupid me and struggles with getting even the most obvious hints: “So you want me to do what?”

As a response she just got out of her dress. She dropped it to the ground. With a huge smile on her face. She took stupid me by surprise. I froze. While my eyes checked out her damn hot body.

Once she was naked, she slowly, but steadily walked towards me. Once she was in reach, we hugged each other. We looked each other in the eyes. And we shared our first, gentle kisses. It didn’t took long until the kissing got passionate. Until my hands were all over her body. Until she had undressed me. Until my rock hard dick was pointing towards her.

I wanted her really bad. And she wanted me. So I lifted her up and carried her towards her desk. I somehow got her office chair out of the way, pushed her laptop to the side and placed her onto the desk. We kept on kissing all the time. Then she whispered two simple words in one of my ears: “Fuck me.”

Moments later my dick was sliding in and out of her swollen, wet pussy. I fucked her gentle. I took my time. I was in no hurry. I went in as deep as I could. I enjoyed every single thrust I gave her. Moaning was filling the room. The smell of sex was in the air. We still were kissing each other.

More and more tension was building up. Two people came closer and closer. Her hands were burying themselves in my back. My balls began to ache. Just a few more thrusts to go. One more. Boom. My balls emptied themselves inside her dripping wet pussy. She came a few seconds after me. Our sweat covered bodies were trembling. Our sweat covered bodies were collapsing onto each other. What a fucking great first time.

Once we were ourselves again, I had questions. Many questions. The first, and most important one to me was: “What about my mom? What will happen when she finds out about what we just have done?”

A smile appeared on her face: “It was partly her idea. She already knows. And so does your dad, because they two have no secrets from each other.”

The answer somewhat took me by surprise. But on the other hand not, moms always try to hook up their single sons. But normally they don’t hook them up with their best friend that is around twenty years older than their offspring. But well, there have been stranger things happening.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x7eco8/fm_my_moms_best_friend