I fucked my best friend’s Mum [MF] Part 6 – A Monumental Fuck

This was the last time Susan [F45] and I [M20] got together in this period of my life. We would eventually meet up five or six years down the road, but that’s a story for another time. Our story is a complicated one, and things seem to mix and change constantly in my head. But I did my best to explain what’s in my brain, so hopefully this all makes sense.

Since the last time we met, I tried to occupy my days, even thought of dating a girl in between, but Susan never left my mind. I remember talking to my mom and watching her friends, and still, it wasn’t the same feeling – yes, I found them attractive (not my mum, but her friends) but it was on a different level. With Susan, the world stopped spinning. I had a glimpse of that fire with Margaret, the neighbor from the barbecue, an essence I’ve been chasing since that first time with Susan, in my kitchen. A woman with fire in her eyes, something lustful, forbidden. A woman old enough to be my mother, but that I was fucking her brains out instead, and drinking from her experience. But none compared to her, to Susan, the woman that showed me what sex and love could be, and then who took it away.

While on leave, my routine was much more relaxed, but I often started the day with a morning run, before dawn, and sometimes home gym in the afternoon. I’d like to spend time with family and friends, and Tommy [M20] was always part of it.

There was a camping trip we took together with a few more of our friends. It was always a good time, bonding with him, and getting to see him change as I changed too. I obviously tried to get him laid, but he stopped all my efforts, saying his first time had to be special. *Do you want something more special than to fuck under the stars?* I was thinking of Susan the whole time, but I did get laid with a girl called Rita [M25] that was my buddy’s sister, and that caused a bit of a stir when he found out. She was a nice girl, but I had to go slow the whole time. It wasn’t that I didn’t like to make love. But I wanted so much more.

Her eyes are still imprinted in my memory, a first time when I let her touch my cock over my jeans, and a second time when I tell her to take it out. “It won’t fit.” Well, it did, barely. I think I made her cum, so there’s that too, and I had to finish myself off. I just wanted so much more.

In the end, Tommy didn’t get laid, and I fucked things up with my friend. But I didn’t give two shits about it, because soon enough I’d be going away. But this situation and meeting with my ex were the precipitating factors to be one more time with Susan.

My PS was still at my exes [F20]. I had asked for it back a few times already, but she didn’t care. I went by her house, but they weren’t living there anymore, so I spoke to her dad and arranged a day to go and collect it. I swung by their house, and her father greeted me at the door and told me she was in the bedroom. I wasn’t expecting an interaction with her, but the dad said she wanted to speak to me. He was a good man and still hoping we could get back together, but that was never written on the fucking stars.

I knocked on the door, and she opened it, revealing herself in a slow-motioned fashion. That perfume – gosh, still hate it, but damn, she looked as gorgeous as the day we met. Big kind eyes, soft lips, and a promise of paradise. But then I remembered how she cheated on me with another guy, a muscular gym goer, twice my size, and then made fun of me because I was a skinny stick with nothing in my head.

“Please, come in, missed you.”

Missed you. *I fucking did not*. “Where’s my stuff?” I went straight to the point.

“It’s on this box. But I wanted to talk to you.”

I explained how I didn’t have anything to discuss with her, and just wanted my things and go. She wanted to see if we could get back together, “I haven’t seen you with anyone.”

“There is someone,” I explained, avoiding eye contact, avoiding her traps, her cleavage, her delicate silhouette. She was making me angry and horny at the same time, and I didn’t want that, I didn’t want a pity boner for her. “And you have a boyfriend, don’t you?”

She rolls her eyes and licks her lips, just like she used to, before going down on me – just to complain five minutes later her jaw was hurting and I took too long to cum. But still, those five minutes was heaven. “My boyfriend is not husband material. But you are so buffed now, I would love to get back to what we had, remember?”

I did. “Fuck no. Give me my stuff.”

“I know you remember,” she said, and her hands rushed over my chest, and she leaned for a kiss, grabbing my head and opening her mouth onto mine. I had no reaction. No time to think. Within seconds, she was giving me a kiss that could numb my brain. It took all my soul to push her away (just enough to get her hands off me). “What are you fucking doing? We are over, remember? Go back to that gym rat!”

“I want you.”

What she wanted was the dick. “I know that look. Go back to your boyfriend, you ain’t getting nothing of this.”

“You don’t understand.” Oh, but I did. “He just wants to get off and that’s it. I want you to make love to me again.”

“You gotta find another one. But not me.”

She grabbed my arm, biting her lip. In a moment of evil, I pulled down my jeans and took my cock out, swinging it in front of her eyes. It did help to have a semi already from her kiss, but as soon as she tried to touch it, I put it back. “No. Never, you understand? Fuck off,” and I picked up my PS and left her house.

I drove for half an hour without paying attention to where I was going, so mad I was about her. To relieve everything was unnecessary. Then, I stopped the car and called Susan.

Seeing her again fucked me up. Doesn’t matter what you do, these things fuck you up. It was meant to be a month of happy memories, but I had to see her, and she had to fuck it all up.

I called Susan and asked her what she was doing. She told me “Tommy just went to spend the day with his dad, why don’t you come over? I’m making some cookies.” She didn’t have to offer twice. Full speed, and within twenty minutes I was entering her house. The oven was on, the house was super warm, and she was wearing an apron.

Nothing else.

Instant boner. She turns her back to me, checking the oven, and it takes all of my strength not to fuck her right there. I get closer, “Why are you doing this to me?” and grabbed her body from behind, but she easily gets free, and she giggled. “I thought it would be a good punishment for you, since what you did last time.”

I could worship her all day. But I didn’t know if I could take her teasing for much longer. “Tommy told me you and some girl had an affair during your camping trip,” she said, leaning forward, her breasts on full display, my cock bursting.

“Why not? I thought we were both free for whatever we wanted.”

“How was it?” she licked her lips, slowly, and gets closer to me. “Did she enjoy what you have?” and her hand goes straight to my bulge, grabbing it with need. “That’s right, I bet she didn’t.”

“I just want to fuck you right here Susan,” I told her, kissing her arm and naked shoulder.

She places her hands around my neck, her body crushed against mine, and kisses my skin, like fire melting on my muscles. My hands are quick to grab her, but she denies me, “no touching, I have something planned for you.”

She turned the oven off and grabbed my hand, and I followed her to the bedroom. She undressed me, my cock leaking, and she sat me on a chair and tied my hands behind my back with her panties. Then, she places a blindfold over my eyes and starts teasing me.

“I always wanted to do this, but Dan never liked it,” she continued, and I let her. Anything for her. “I’ve seen it in a movie.” She kissed my body, and then she went down on me, mouth on my cock, getting me closer and closer, and then denying it. Every time I was about to shoot, she stopped and would kiss another part of me.

“That’s torture,” I complained, but she would just tease me more. I don’t know how long she used me like that, but it was worth every second. She even went to grab ice cubes and teased my cock with them, whispering how she was enjoying seeing me so helpless. Oh shit, I couldn’t hold much longer but resisted as much as I could. She hopped onto my lap, “you don’t know how wet you made me,” and then she sat on my cock, in a deliciously slow way. My balls were hurting, honestly, fucking aching. “Don’t you dare to cum just yet,” she said, biting my ear lobe. Her breasts were against my chest, and I could get rid of her panties tying my hands easily, but I let it stay, the fantasy being louder than my desires.

Every time she lowered herself on my cock, her voice was a fucking moan, a whimper, she bit my skin, my lips, my neck, my chest, her nails leaving marks all over me, her sweet voice saying “oh fuck, that’s so deep.”

I didn’t move. Not a fucking muscle. It was difficult to control my desire, but she was enjoying herself so much that for once I wanted to last more than a fucking minute (seriously, I had begun searching for premature ejaculation, how worried I was).

She went all the way down, bit my flesh super hard, and I could feel her shiver, again, again, she screamed, her cunt clenched around my cock, and I knew she was cumming, oh fuck, I loved this moment, to know I was making her cum. I held her against me, kissing her back, making sure my cock was as deep as possible.

I let her ride the orgasm until she calmed down. Her face was super red, she was all sweaty, her body spent. “You ok?” I asked her, and she just snuggled against my chest, my hand on her hair.

“You didn’t cum,” she said, and yes, I fucking loved it. I stood up, held her in my arms, and started to slowly thrust into her, never taking my eyes away from hers. We lean against a closet, and she finds some support while I speed up, looking at her, mouth twisting, biting her lips. I lean forward and suck on her tits, my legs hurting like hell, but never stopping, I was getting closer, she was rubbing her clit, and within seconds, I shoot my load inside her, without having any time to understand what was going on.

I was still able to walk wobbly to the bed and exhausted, lay us down. There was a smile on my face that I could never wipe away.

I roll her over to me, and kissed her again, feeling my cock regaining life again, and then…

*and then I said those fucking words*.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

And no matter how many years go by, her silence is as significant today as it was back then.

She kissed me on the lips, a peck, and then sat on me. All I could see was happiness, her hair, falling over her shoulders, her breasts, heavy and gorgeous, and how she rubbed against my cock in a perfect way. But the words, she never said them back to me.

“Oh, honey,” she said, “I was afraid of this.”

It was weird. She was rubbing her cunt on my cock, like she was trying to forget. “I’m double your age, don’t you see? And I’m Tommy’s mother. And I know your mother. How do you think everyone will react to us being a thing?” She kept teasing me, and at that moment, I wished I said nothing.

I wish he could just keep things as they were.

She grabbed my cock, and made me enter her, one last time. Her face radiated pure bliss, her hands clawed on my chest, “oh, I wish things were different, I will miss this cock so much,” and I grabbed her tits as I fuck her, my hips propelling me harder and faster, one hand on her neck, very gentle, trying our limits, watching her close her eyes and open her mouth, feeling her body shivering again, watching her lose control.

Something clicked inside me, something of pure dominance, and I turned her around, fucking her from behind, holding her arms behind her back with one hand, and letting my hips do the rest as I rubbed her clit like I used to watch her doing.

It still is one of my best memorable fucks of all time, a high I keep chasing, a bond that I don’t think I’ll repeat during this lifetime.

The way her voice became hoarse from shouting my name, repeatedly, announcing it as a sin, everyone could hear our lovemaking, things were falling apart, the bed moving, I took her to the brink of collapse, to the end of the universe, shit, even I was feeling dizzy at one point. All I could see were the ripples on her body, every time my cock went inside her, her pussy leaking on my fingers, I let go of her hands, and she grabbed hold of anything to muffle her loud moaning. My chest was dripping sweat onto her back, we became a slippery mess of muscles and sex, and my orgasm came rushing in, turning everything black. I had to close my eyes.

I cum deep inside her, and we collapsed on the bed, my lips marked on her skin, bruises of love, just like in me. I crushed her onto the mattress, and with a last effort, pulled her onto my chest, my cum leaking from her onto the bed. I didn’t give a fuck. This was the most memorable moment of my life, surpassing anything up to that moment.

It took forever to recover, but she eventually moved, and she could barely walk. “Damn,” she said, leaning on the bed, and having to sit back down. “I’ll miss you, trust me when I tell you this, but we cannot go on. You love me, but I don’t. You need to find someone your age because in ten years’ time I’ll be an old hag and you still a young thing.” She kissed me on the lips and went to shower, as I stared at the blank ceiling, wanting to cry.

Soldiers don’t fucking cry, I told myself, wishing life was less complicated.

And still, I followed her to the shower, entered the bathtub, and held her in my arms. I wasn’t ready to let her go, but sometimes you must.

I got dressed, looked at the place where I was the happiest, and went to wait in the living room, wanting to say a proper goodbye before I left her home. It was when I was surprised by Tommy arriving, with Dan, his dad. It was an awkward conversation, to say the least, but it was worse when Susan got to the living room and gave him a kiss on the lips.

It was there and then my heart broke.

I told something to Tommy and left, not able to stay in the same room as she was.

Tommy and I hung out later with some friends, as he insisted to bring me along. Gloomy and upset most of the time, but being around friends helped to ease up a bit, and so did the beer. Tommy and I ended up walking back alone, talking about our lives. He told me how different I seem after being in the military, that he didn’t know what to do to “keep up with me,” and that I was “slipping away.”

I gotta say, this shit almost brought me to tears.

Maybe it was the beer, but I think I was just feeling the worse of the friends, and finally got to me that my actions were hurting him, even if indirectly, even if Susan and I were two adults. But I was in the way of his dream to keep his mum and dad together.

We end up going to my place, drinking another beer, lay down in my room, both in my bed. We talk about old times, the shit we used to do, and how different life was turning out to be.

He steered the conversation to the army again and asked me if I ever did anything in there. It was far from the first time he made that question and initially, I denied it, saying he was watching too many talk shows. He just said seems a very long time, that’s all. I don’t tell him about those blowjobs because he didn’t need to know about it. My other side was well hidden at the time and I didn’t have the courage to tell him that I honestly didn’t mind having another guy sucking me.

I asked him about any girls he was seeing, and he went all shy and coil, saying that he still thinks about Monika, the girl at the barbecue party the other day, but she was not interested in him. Indeed, she was more flirtatious with me.

“You have a crush on her?” and he said he did. Fine, we gotta set something up. He said no initially, but then I grabbed his phone, and went through the contact list, “wait, did you put her down as Future Wife?” oh men, what we laughed about it. I was glad I gave him her phone number.

He tried to take the phone from me, but I was stronger, and we had a friendly fight on the bed, with me pinning him down with ease, my legs over his pelvis, and I started to type a message. “Bro, do you trust me in this?”

And being on top of him was… different. Never looked at Tommy in that way, but something – probably the beers – made me want to take this further. I accidentally grind on his bulge, and I know he noticed it as well, but I quickly laid at his side, finished typing it, and showed the text to him, before sending it. But he never sent it.

We put the phone away, and he asked me “will you help me work out?” He wanted me to become a sort of personal trainer, and I just could say yes. Wouldn’t mind at all, but I wouldn’t be around that often.

We ended up falling asleep, with our clothes on, and I woke up spooning him. It just felt right. After all that I’ve been through with Susan, Tommy was still the best thing in the world for me, and I was mad to even think he wasn’t “mature” enough for me.

As for Susan, things went cold. I wish this had a happy ending, but that would only come 6 years after this. She cut all ties with me – she didn’t want to be the reason why I didn’t end up with a girl my age. Bullshit. But she got back together with that guy, and I went back to my life. It took a lot to recover from her, but I had my share of adventures to forget her.

But some people you never forget, no matter how many years go by, and how many people you fuck.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xofe2r/i_fucked_my_best_friends_mum_mf_part_6_a