My mom and her best friend were best friends since forever. It all began on the playground, when my mom ran into her future best friend after her family had moved into the small town my family was living in for generations.
Initially my mom and the other girl were beating the shit out of each other. But they began to get along, years passed, they spent their school years together, they went to college together, they became an inseparable pair of friends for the biggest part of their lives. Their relationship clearly stood the test of time.
Now, more than forty years later they still are best friends. Sure, they had their struggles, they were fighting over some men, they had times when they weren’t talking with each other at all, but in the end the two always got their shit together. And they had been there for each other when needed.
So my mom’s best friend practically knew me since the day I was born. When I grew up she was nearly always around – as mentioned above, my mom and her had their fights, their arguments too – when I grew up. On average I saw her at least once a week. And she was the one baby sitting me and my siblings when my parents went out on a date.
I used to call her auntie back then. So did my siblings. We did that despite the fact that we weren’t related at all. She just acted like an aunt. She was there for us when we needed some help. When we wanted to talk about something that we wanted our parents to know. And nope, there was nothing sexual going on back then. Nothing.
While I got older the contact to my mom’s best friend got lesser and lesser. Once I moved out from home to go to college the contact nearly broke off. Only when I was at home for vacation during lecture-free times I ran into her from time to time. We had some chit chat, we checked up on each other’s lives and that was all that was going on.
The contact even got less when I was finished with my education and joined the work force. I had money now, so I spent my vacation time not at home any more. So I ran into my mom’s best friend probably once, maybe twice each year when I was back home for some holidays or for one of my parent’s birthdays. I still talked with my mom’s best friend, with my auntie, but we grew apart. We weren’t close at all anymore.
But due the fact that she was my mom’s best friend she probably new everything about me and my life that I told my mom. So she probably was always up to date on my life. She probably knew when I had a breakup or when I got a promotion.
And promotions, I got plenty of them. By the looks of it I was a more than just decent corporate drone. Or at least I was one when I had to be one. Because when I was off work, when I had free time on my hands, I clearly wasn’t much of a mindless non thinking drone at all. But well, we all have to make a living.
As time past by I was more and more fed up with my life. I was working long hours, I had next to no time for myself anymore, I had to wear clothes I hated, I had to deal with people I wasn’t really getting along with, I just had enough of my work life. I had enough of being a corporate drone. I wanted more. And when the company I worked for was shut down – it wasn’t my fault, at least not only my fault – I decided to take a break.
Luckily I had the funds to take about six months off. I figured out that it was time to change the scenery. So I called my mom. I told her everything, then I asked her if it was okay for her and dad when I would move back in home for a couple of weeks, maybe months?
My mom was more than happy, more than excited that I would come back home for some time. That I would move back in my old room for some time. She said yes to me without hesitation. And dad, dad was happy to to have his only soon around him for a longer period of time. So thirty two year old me packed some of his stuff, boarded a plane and flew back home.
Dad picked me up at the airport. We hugged each other then he helped me dragging my luggage to his car. Then we drove back home, back to my childhood home. We had a lot to talk about during the short road trip. And we stopped on the way to get some cheeseburgers, because my mom’s cooking isn’t the best on Earth. But she tries hard.
Back at home I landed in my mothers arms. She gave me a long and more than just welcoming hug. Then we went inside, I brought my stuff into my old room – my room was still untouched, my sisters room’s had already been repurposed – and I unpacked. Then I took a short nap on my old bed before I headed downstairs for some family dinner.
Then I had the first family dinner for more than six months. It was only the three of us: Mom, dad and me. We had a lot to talk about. And as parents are, they asked me about a future daughter in law. They also asked me about my professional perspective. I gave them an honest answer. I raised my shoulders while doing so: “To be completely honest, I have no clue yet. And I am single.”
They weren’t really pleased with my answer, but they accepted it. They told me that that I should take my time. That it might be better to clear my head first. I nodded with my head. They were right. And to my surprise, they didn’t bothered me we with any similar questions in the upcoming weeks.
When I woke the next morning I found myself home alone. My parents were out working, I had the house for myself for the bigger part of the day. I felt like a teenager again. I spend my first day back at home eating junk food and hanging out in front of the TV in the living room. But after one day I had already enough of it. It just was too boring. And maybe too unproductive for my meanwhile grown up mindset.
So on the upcoming day I got myself some interesting books and moved out into the backyard. There in the the shadow of huge old oak tree I build up my camp. I hung out there reading, listening to music and watching some clouds moving across the sky. It was nothing but relaxing. I spent a couple of day that way. I began to relax and my mind cleared.
Then one day out of the blue, during a work day, when my parents weren’t at home someone knocked at the front door. I just had visited the bathroom so I was able to hear the knocking. I wondered how it would be, so I opened up the door.
It was my mom’s best friend. An about fifty five year old woman I called auntie back then. She had a huge smile on her face. She told me that she was bored and that she was curious about me. So she decided to give it a try, to drop in and say hi.
And saying hi she did. She asked me a couple of questions, I asked her a couple of questions and we had an engaging conversation up and running. The ice between the two of us broke fast. And we seemed to have something to talk about.
About fifteen minutes later we were hanging out in the backyard with each other. We enjoyed some tasty burned bean juice while we talked and watched the clouds moving across a perfect summer sky. Time flew by and in the middle of the afternoon she excused herself. She had to attend to go back home. She had an online meeting scheduled. But we promised each other to hang out again as soon as anyhow possible.
Two days later she showed up again. She spent some time with me in my backyard vacation camp. This time she showed up in the middle of the morning. She staid until noon. So I made some dinner for the two of us: Hamburgers made on a coal fired grill. Enough of them to feed an army. And dad when he would come back from work.
While eating my mom’s best friend and I talked about our previous relationships. No clue how we made it to that topic, but it happened. We both hadn’t had the best experiences yet. And we both got the confirmation that the other one was single. Smiles appeared on each face once this fact came out. But nothing happened on that day.
During weekend my mom hung out with her best friend. They had some chit chat with coffee on the deck in the backyard. Far enough away from my summer camp for me not able to be listening in on them. But close enough for my mom’s best friend to show off her body for me. And damn it, I struggled to stay focused on my reading. She was a huge and more than just welcome distraction.
When she caught me staring at her, she always smiled back. She practically sent me an invitation to keep on staring at her. An invitation I accepted. I was checking her out at every possibility from that day on. And believe me, there were many of those.
On our next get together in my parent’s backyard during Monday afternoon things got hotter. At first she was wearing a more than just revealing summer dress while chilling next to me. I really had to concentrate to keep on reading my book. While she was showing off her body and probably pretending to get some work done.
After we had dinner together, during which my eyes stuck to her cleavage, especially when she was bending over, my mom’s best friend upped the game once more. She asked me if it was okay for me when she got out of her summer dress and would continue hanging out in her bikini.
Needless to say, I was okay with her doing. From the moment on her dress touched the ground I had to I had to hide my boner. Now my eyes were fixed to her hot and curvy body. I wanted her. Horny was in full swing, but still something was holding me back. It was some stupid bullshit like you don’t fuck your mom’s best friend.
My mom’s best friend looked a little bit disappointed when she left that day, but luckily she wasn’t one that was into giving up. She clearly wanted me. So she kept on going. She probably already was thinking about was to turn me on even further when she left the backyard on that day.
But then the weather turned sour for two days. No hanging out in the backyard, so no mom’s best friend that kept me company. I hung out inside, doing a lot of cleaning and cooking. It had been the two most productive days since I quit my job.
On Thursday the bad weather luckily was gone. So it was backyard time once more. And surprise, my mom’s hot friend, who actually was just living down the road, showed up again. Once more she was wearing a hot summer dress and a huge smile on her face. She was up to something. And I was curious what it was.
The morning went as the usual. Hanging out, reading, working and then having dinner together. After dinner she got out of her dress again, but this time she asked something from me: “Can you put some sun cream on my body? There just are some spots I can’t reach.”
Seconds later I was rubbing sun lotion on her skin. All over her body. With a hard one between my legs. With my horny levels on the rise. The moment she asked me to put some on her boobs, I lost it. She had one. I threw all my second thoughts over board, I kept on playing with her damn hot boobs.
A smile appeared on her face when she realized that she had me. Then she made me climb off her, then she took my hand and led me inside the house. In the house we went upstairs and straight into my parents bedroom. She seemed to know the way more than well. And I wanted her, really wanted her, I didn’t gave a damn about where I would fuck her.
Not even ten seconds after we had entered the room we were laying on the bed and our clothes were scattered on the floor next to it. Our hands were all over each other’s bodies while we shared one passionate kiss after the other.
More and more tension was building up. It didn’t took long and she opened her legs for me. Moments later my rock hard dick was pressing against her pussy. Then my dick went inside her. A couple of moans escaped her throat when it happened.
I fucked her gentle in the beginning while we still shared one passionate kiss after the other. But my inner animal was ready to take over. I let it take over. I just let go and so did she.
One hard and deep thrust followed the other. The kissing had stopped. Her hands were holding on to my back. We both slowly but steadily lost ourselves. We drifted off until all that mattered was the sensation of my hard dick sliding in and out of her wet pussy.
While our moaning was filling the room, while sweat was running down each others bodies I fucked us towards an orgasm. One thrust followed the other. Her fingers buried themselves into my back. She was getting closer. So was I. My aching balls were ready to dumb their load.
And then, one last hard and deep thrust. One last in and out. Boom, I came. My balls unloaded themselves inside her pussy. She came with me. Her hands fell of my back, the moaning stopped and our bodies were trembling a little bit.
I collapsed on the bed next to her. I was regaining my breath so was she. It took some time until we were ourselves again. Once we were our eyes met. We looked each other in the eyes for some time before we shared a few gentle kisses and kept on cuddling for some time.
Fucking her was awesome, but being close to her, felt even a little bit better. I was falling for her back then. But unfortunately nothing lasts forever and my mom’s best friend had to leave. So we got dressed again and she was thinking out loud while doing so: “It’s been a while since someone fucked me in here.”
I was listening but I put not much thinking into what she had said back then. I was more concerned about cleaning up the room, making it look like nothing had happened in it. I might have had a little anxiety attack when post nut clarity hit in: Have I really fucked my mom’s best friend in my parents bedroom?
She realized what was going on with me. She told me that everything will be fine. Then she kissed me goodbye: “I am so sorry, but I have to leave. Work meeting. But I will be with you again tomorrow. Promised.”
Then she left me cleaning up the room, making it looking like nothing had happened. Once I was done I went back into the backyard. With a satisfied expression and a huge smile on my face. While thinking about the awesome sex I just had. While thinking about what an awesome woman she was. And probably while thinking about one of the last few words my mom’s best friend had said to me: She had sex in my parent’s bedroom before?
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