I fucked my best friend’s mom Part 5 – At a BBQ party at my neighbors’ House [MF]

I consider myself the type of person that doesn’t take problems home, but when Tommy [M20], my best friend, told me his mom, Susan [F45] was back together with her now ex-husband Dan, I was fucking upset. It was like the feeling I got when I found out my ex was cheating on me, a knife to the heart, a doom pending over my head. I lost my appetite for a couple of days and anything would remind me of her.

To make matters worse, if I were to spend time with Tommy, I ended up feeling jealous of him, envious of how close he could be to her, while I had to be content with having nothing. And that guy, Dan [M45?50?], what a fucking prick. If I saw him I’m sure I’d break his nose. I was much more of a man than he was, I told myself numerous times, taller, handsome (or so the image on the mirror said back to me countless times), and I’m pretty sure my cock was bigger.

The number of times I jerked off thinking about our last fuck would make a pornstar blush.

The next few days I tried to focus on my goals during my time at home: mom and dad surprised me with a house – a rented one, of course, but it would give me more freedom. The pay wasn’t that great but for one person alone, it would be fucking brilliant (and it was). And the house, despite being a surprise and not chosen by me, was a gemstone in an old part of town, which I’d eventually repay my parents for.

I took it with open arms, and that made me forget about her, to forget about Susan, even if for a day or two. I threw a party to celebrate my new house, and Tommy came along, together with a few of our friends, and plenty of my army mates, such as Dave [M22], Martin [M21], Jimmy [M23], and so on. Plenty of booze, music, and not as many girls as you’d think.

Tommy was a bit shy, and I encouraged him to speak to a nice woman, Carol [F22], she was part of our group too, but it seemed Carol was a bit too much for Tommy, with his shy personality. Carol ended up hooking up with Jimmy, and they ended up leaving together sooner.

At the end of the night, it was only Tommy and I. Slim ass Tommy. We were drunk and talked the night away, I told him he should have played Carol’s game, and to imagine what a fuck she must be like. We laughed, got hard, but didn’t act upon it. Both of us could see the boner in the other, I mean, not much room to hide. He asked me again if I have done anything in the army because it is such a long time without any pussy, but I pointed out it took 18 years to lose my virginity, so that was a much longer wait. Damn, I think I liked him more than a friend now that I look back on everything. It justifies what happened a few months later, but that’s for another story. That night, nothing happened. We were just the silly friends from before, wasting the night away, but tonight, it was all about sex. He asked me if I was seeing someone, and I told him I was but lied about everything else when he asked me if it was someone he knew. I did tell him how fantastic the sex was, and how it was my duty to get him laid.

My sexual experiences were now a bit broader, but as Dave (my army mate, M22) would put it, only pussy counted. And that was my state of mind – what I’ve done with other army boys stayed there, because we were only humans looking for human contact.

But I digress going back there. I’m writing this down because when I did my first story about Susan it brought back an avalanche of memories that I thought I could deal with, but I was wrong. She still is the woman I loved, but she was always out of reach.

My parents invited me to a neighbor’s barbecue party, and it was just a beautiful warm day in a blue sky, with some white clouds floating above. After a while, a few beers, and the conversation was flowing nicely with a girl around my age, Monika [F20] that was flirting with me. She was nice and all, but not really my type – she didn’t have the mom bod I was looking for.

After another beer, Tommy arrived and with him, Susan. No sign of Dan around, which didn’t settle my heart in any way, but I made an effort to keep the conversation going with Monika. Tommy came to meet us, and we all started a new conversation altogether, but I could sense something was off with Tommy – what I thought at first could be my best friend had figured it out that I was banging his mom, turned out to be very different, and he was, in fact, infatuated with Monika. Despite my attempts, they didn’t engage in much more than a few awkward glances, and I dismissed it as being all in my head (which was very likely to be). Was there any magic from Monika’s side? Hard to tell. She was leaning way more into me, and I tried to take that easy, and block her advances. I was fucking his mom already, and I wasn’t going to stand in the way of him and his crush, no matter how platonic it could be.

Susan came around, I saw her in my peripheral vision, her summer dress floating around her knees, a floral pattern all over her. Susan’s heavy breasts had a nice cleavage to them, and they bounced as she walked. She was barefoot in the grass, her sexy feet with painted toenails made me hornier than they should, and as my eyes went all the way up her legs, I wondered if she was wearing any panties. *Surely she must be*! I adjusted my bulge as we made eye contact, her perfume infiltrating my brain as I remembered her skin under my fingertips.

“Dan is not with you guys?” I asked, with sarcasm in my voice, looking straight at her. She noticed something was off, but said nothing. Tommy replied he couldn’t come today and left it at that.

Susan greeted Monika, with a polite embrace, a kiss on the cheek, and then it was my turn, I tried to take one step back, but her scent made me stop. My heart was sinking deep in this anxiety, my chest hurting as if I forgot how to breathe and live. She wrapped her hands around my neck, and pulled me into a hug, “it’s nice to see you again,” her soft lips whispered, as my rough hands caressed her curves, trying to stay away but wanting to pin her down and never let go.

As she let go, I quickly adjusted my bulge, trying to disguise my growing penis in any way possible. Shit should have brought something less dramatic than jeans – they fit tightly around my legs, and I always enjoyed the bulge they made. I enjoyed the attention, as a proper twenty-year-old would. Heck, even today I love the stares, but at least I’m more considerate – got fed up with people saying I stuffed socks down there. But, again, I digress.

I noticed her look – she clearly understood the effect she caused. I used the beer bottle in my hand to conceal and to take her eyes from down there. I’m not so sure about Tommy, because an awkward silence fell upon us for a few moments, until Susan cut it short, asking Tommy to get her a glass of wine. Monika went with him, and I took the moment to tell her what I heard, that they were back together. She has this flat smile, “that’s not the whole story,” Susan says. “Well, I don’t need this Susan, I can get women too.”

“Like the one that was flirting just now? She is a delicate flower, nothing compared to me.”

I laugh, and she laughs as well, getting me harder. “If you are together, I want nothing of it,” I tell her. “I’ve been cheated on, and it’s not for me.”

She told me not to rush in my judgment, sometimes cheating is only an escape, but she told me again she was not back together with him. I didn’t know if I should trust her, but her sweet lips told me otherwise, god I needed her back in my arms. Under my hands. I wanted everything, and all the mistakes I thought I made, fuck, I would do them all again. One word of her lips, one look at her gorgeous body – to think she was Tommy’s mom, to think twenty years ago she gave birth to him, to think – god, this was turning me into a pervert, I thought. In a way, I was too deep in my crush for her. And I wanted to be even deeper.

Tommy and Monika returned with drinks, and we all kept talking about different things, my eyes in constant watch of Susan’s body, the way she talked, the way her tummy was tucked by her dress, the way her scent was superimposed on anything. I asked for Monika’s number in front of Susan, and in front of Tommy too. I look Susan in her eyes as if saying “two can play this game” but it was Tommy who got more affected by it. Suddenly, I’m left alone.

I go to grab some food, while texting Tommy to ask “what the heck dude, where did you go?”, and Susan gets me away from the bigger group, the garden is spacious enough, they had a swimming pool, many details escape me now, but I know we ended up close to the garden shed. Susan asked me if I was trying to get her jealous, and I said no.

“What was that? You knew Tommy had a crush on that girl!”

“He doesn’t!”

She was fuming. “If you were my son,” she starts, but falls short. “I hope you’re not planning on sleeping with her.” She took me by surprise.

“What does it have to do with you?”

Her lips were dry as if expecting my mouth. “I don’t want Tommy to get hurt. It’s bad enough… we…” but she whispered, and didn’t have the courage to say what I knew she wanted to say. People were around, and it was all people we knew. Both of us knew. My mom and dad were just over there, near the pool. Tommy was sitting at a table, I don’t think he could see us, there were a few plants in between.

“You told me yourself, don’t get attached. That’s just what I’m doing, after seeing you back with Dan.” I felt like a knife cutting me open, trying to make her feel guilty was more than what I was capable of. I could read in her eyes that I went a little too far. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“You have a point. But not the whole story.”

“So what is the whole story?”

“It’s more complicated than that.” She drank her wine, and we went together to get some more, getting back to Tommy on our way in. I asked him if he was alright, and slid him the number of that other girl. “Text her, buddy, get her.” But I knew this was wasted on him, but still, I had to try.

Tommy, despite going through changes, was still my best friend. But, holding his mother’s arm right in front of him, made me realize how far apart our distance was growing, and I honestly didn’t want to end that part of us. I loved him like a brother. But I loved Susan more. The wine on her lips, her hand on her hip, sweet smile while talking, damn, she got me hard without even realizing it. I had to sit down at one point, trying to hide what wanted to be exposed.

There was a moment when I reached out to grab another beer, and I rubbed against Susan’s round and perfect ass. My cock throbbed, and she gasped, not expecting that. Was that on purpose? I’m mostly certain it was. I was young, and reckless up to a point. I wanted to scream to the world that I loved her, that we fucked like animals on the kitchen floor, that we broke Tommy’s bed with our lust. She moved away, talking to another guy, another group of people. I drank a couple more beers, went outside, took off my converse, and let my feet taste the green grass. Fuck, I wanted her. More than ever. I looked at her, all smiles, all curves, and with every heartbeat, all I could think about was eating her cunt on the kitchen counter, my face covered in her mom juices, shit, she got me harder than any porn. I sat down by the pool, trying to hide my boner in plain sight. A couple of girls were swimming in it, plus the owners, having the time of their lives. I hated how they wanted to rub on us they had a pool, it wasn’t that hot anymore to use it anyway. Pricks.

But cooling down with my feet in water helped me reach a soft-enough state that I could be in public again.

“You got big feet!” the woman was Margaret. She woke me up from my trance. “You’re not coming for a swim?” She was the owner, and her husband was just swimming nearby. Blonde, short straight hair, big sunglasses. Heavy breasts. She still breastfed her three-year-old, and my mind raced to think what would it taste like. Shit.

“Not today, Ma’am. Wasn’t told about the pool.”

“You can always just strip naked, son,” her husband shouted, “come on down.”

I had enough beers that could bring me to do such a thing, but the soft cock from before had hardened with the sight of Margaret. But, despite not being enough beers to make me jump, they were surely enough to expose myself just a little. Margaret could see a tube-like shape down my leg, and I knew that sigh very well, how her cheeks turned a slight red, how her smile widened. She wanted to touch, I was sure of it.

I had my jeans rolled up enough not to wet them, and my feet and a portion of my hairy leg were showing. I saw it in Margaret’s eyes. I saw it in her husband’s eyes. I was crossing yet another line and was fucking loving it. How far could I take things? I was in the army, so fuck it. I didn’t need these people, I told myself, so I can go further than before – in hindsight, I was a stupid dumb cunt. You think you don’t need people, but you do. You think the army has your back but that’s up to some extent. Today, I look back in anger sometimes, thinking I should have tried to preserve my relationships a bit better. That I should have sent a text or made a phone call more often. I’m not sad, don’t get me wrong, don’t mean to stop this sex tale and turn it into a confession of sorts, but Susan taught me too many lessons, and I wished I had learned them all.

Margaret swam near me, placing her arms on my knees. I widened my eyes trying to understand what was her move, but her husband was oblivious to any of this. He just repeated, “get off of those clothes boy, come join us.” I leaned back, and in a moment of utter courage, she could see what she did to me. I loved how her smile turned to a mountain of desire, but then she looked up and swam away.

Susan was just behind me, and I looked up. “Cover yourself,” she scolded me. She sat on the grass next to me, and she asked me what was I trying to do. I told her was just making a conversation, never really engaged much with this couple and they seem nice people.

“Do you think you can replace me?” she asked.

I look to the garden shed, “Let’s go in there and I show you how I’m not planning on replacing you.”

She wasn’t that brave enough. “You can’t be serious.” Her voice was nothing but a thin whisper caught in the wind. “You are out of place today, do you think no one noticed your interaction with her?”

Why not? She turned me into a thrill-seeking sex addict. “You’re jealous?” She could kill me with her stare, and I grabbed her hand. “Come on, I won’t be here the next five days, and I can tell how you want this too.”

She looked around before speaking, “it’s too fucking dangerous.”

I slid a hand inside my jeans, pulled my cock up against the belt, covered it up with my t-shirt, and stood up, walking closer to the shed. There was almost no one around, people were concentrated on the other side of the garden. A couple of high bushes kept it a little more isolated. I looked at her, winked, and entered the shed in one go, the door unlocked. God, it was fucking hot in there, and the floor wasn’t the nice and soft grass, but fucking concrete. The smell of tools and soil was very present, but, at least, if she followed me, we would be hidden.

Susan entered silently, like the wind under the door, and soon her perfume brought something good to that place. She looked as if doing something very wrong, very naughty. “We shouldn’t be doing this, we’re risking too much.”

I got close to her, watching her bosom like waves in the ocean, and placed one finger in her mouth. She opened her mouth, and her tongue swirled around it, taking my breath away. In a few seconds, we were kissing, my hard cock brushing against her soaking wet panties, my trousers to my ankles. Every time my cock thrust between her thighs, she would moan, while our kisses were meant to devour each other. Her body was so good to grab, so tight but yet with so many love handles, her boobs were large and heavy, her tummy soft and comfortable, and her pussy was able to devour me just like I wanted.

Squatting in front of her, I pulled down her panties, kissing her legs as doing so. I could wring her panties, but instead, I put them in my mouth, as I slowly stood up, rubbing my cock again between her thick thighs, stealing moans of desire. My cock was leaking profusely, helping to prepare her for the task ahead, her folds gently caressing my much younger dick.

“So why are you trying to replace me, Susan?” I asked her, pressing my cock into her.

She moaned, dominated by me, “I’m not,” she whimpered. I took a big whiff of her panties, and jerked my cock with them as I kissed Susan, my tongue on her neck, my hands on her breasts, and how I wished to make her a mother again. The thought came as a flash to my brain, and it was as morally wrong as anything else we were doing. Giving Tommy a little brother. Fucking fantastic. She looked at me, as if asking what was going on in my mind, but I didn’t dare to tell her. No. I couldn’t ever do such a thing. My cock split her pussy lips, “You sure? What’s the deal with your ex?”

She kept moaning. “I just want Tommy to be happy,” she said, rolling her eyes as I penetrate her to the full extent of my size, my cock bigger than her ex’s, most certainly, rubbing my thumbs on her clit. This time I want to last enough time to actually fuck her brains out. “Tommy?”

“He needs a father figure,” she rolled her eyes back again, “shit, fuck, right there.” I loved how she told me how to fuck her. I turned her around, bending her body over a tool desk, her dress all the way up to her neck, my hands grabbed her tits from behind and I went in harder. I loved how she grabbed onto the not-sturdy-enough table, trying not to make a sound, but I was too much. I enjoyed watching her body react to me, the ripples on her ass as I fucked her, the slapping sounds, and the wet sounds from her scorching hot cunt.

“Did Dan fuck you?” I needed to know.

“What?” I asked again, getting harder. “No, only you,” she whimpered. I could taste her orgasm drawing near, her cunt getting tighter, throbbing, screaming for me. I wanted to cum so fucking badly, but I didn’t. Instead, I carried on fucking Susan, giving myself a pause here and there, as her body squirmed and shivered. I wanted to call her mine, to show her we could work as a couple, but the way we were right now meant we put sex above all else.

I let her finish her orgasm, with my cock buried 8 inches inside her, watching her gasp for air, her body red, her back sweating, her cunt leaking with me inside.

Slowly, I come out of her mom body, with a throbbing cock and the biggest ball ache of all time. “Do you have my panties?” she asked, and I smiled. “I’m keeping these.” I wrap her panties around my cock, “What about Tommy? Did he suspect anything? About the bed?”

She smiled. “He thinks it’s just the bed being old, I changed his bed sheets and told him I just fell clumsily on the bed. Dan could tell something was odd but didn’t ask questions.”

Somehow, knowing Dan was suspecting about us, and that I kept fucking her, turned out to be such a turn-on that I shoot my load all over the floor. Fuck, I could go ten more times. We could hear people outside, and I wondered if someone would suspect a thing.

The rest of the afternoon was blissful, my balls still heavy, but my heart a bit lighter. It’s been too long to honestly say I remember what I was feeling at the time, but her words still mark my mind. When I look back to this barbecue (because I have a couple of old pics from the old times on an external disc somewhere) it strikes me how young and naive I was back then, and how much she knew about me. She could see through me. And that made me want her more, but I was a stupid boy with too much testosterone running in my veins and too little blood flowing in my brain. She wanted an affair, I wanted a happily ever after, she wanted a fantasy, and I wanted to make love to her. Every time I look back at us I’m surprised how I never took her in my arms and propose right there and then. Maybe I should.

There are a couple of pictures of that night, me and the boys going to a pub somewhere, taking Tommy with me, he was so skinny, and his clothes didn’t match his body either, too loose, too big for him. But then again, all the shame I felt for screwing with his mum was compensated for the feeling of fucking his mum, I wanted to tell the world how lucky I was to get such a woman. But no, couldn’t tell a soul. Told Dave once about it, and worst mistake ever, but that was years down the line and he didn’t believe it for a second. The perks of being drunk and telling stories to your friends are making it easier to say they are making things up.

But at this point, I had no regrets about what I was doing. Anything was good enough to be with Susan, didn’t matter if someone got hurt in the way. I was a soldier on a mission, but I had to push things to the limit.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xm3wr5/i_fucked_my_best_friends_mom_part_5_at_a_bbq