There’s a [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x52fiq/i_fucked_my_best_friends_mum_mf/) and a [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x5v97p/i_fucked_my_best_friends_mum_mf_part_2/)
It’s troublesome to define what Susan [F45] and I [M20] were at this point. Things would happen in the heat of the moment, but she always forbade me from calling her, or texting her, saying “it would be nonsensical”. All those years ago, cell phones were still way behind what you have now, and I’d use mine for texting mostly.
The last day before going back got me in a bit of a mood, I gotta say. I remember Tommy [M20] wanting to spend the day with me, which was great, but something felt strange. I wanted to be with Susan, not him.
And then I just felt bad when after dinner, he just starts talking about his parents, and how he misses his dad. Susan and Dan, her ex-husband, have broken up prior to my return, and Tommy and I didn’t talk much about it besides the random comment. But that night, he started to talk about his dad, and how he felt like they could still work things out.
There was a sting of guilt in my heart.
He tells me how he thinks his mom had a lover, the other night he knows she had someone in her room, and he tells me he’s not stupid. He might be a virgin but he knows what sex sounds like. I just wanted to hide at this moment, but he carried on, leaning on my shoulder.
At this point, I just wondered, what the fuck am I doing with my life? I wrapped my arm around Tommy, and just let him vent, and rant, and tried to be there for him, not as a dad, but maybe as a bigger brother, or just as the close friend I was supposed to be. After my initial training, I thought I’d toughen up, and I got to a different stage than Tommy, somewhere more adult and with thicker skin, but was that even worth it? If I couldn’t be there for him, what sort of a friend was I?
He asked me if he could sleep over, and I told him yes. Before, we used to do it all the time, playing games until late, talking. I usually just laid a foam mattress on the floor and slept there, while he took my bed. For me, it was giving him somewhere more comfortable to sleep in, while I used to sleep anywhere, and it was a no-brainer. We talked some more, and it was getting late when my phone buzzed across the room. Tommy was almost asleep, his speech slurred when I got up to check my phone, and my dick hardens instantly when I see the message from Susan, saying something like “thank you for letting Tommy sleepover. He said you are going tomorrow?”
My cock was throbbing like hell. Susan always told me I was just a “fling” and she didn’t want me to have feelings for her because she got out of her marriage and wasn’t ready to commit to anyone, which was fine for me (well, it wasn’t, Susan became my obsession, but I did a good job hiding it from her). I fucking loved her, now that I think about it. She was the one telling me *not to text her, not to call her,* but now she did just that.
I said something like “I’ll be gone for six months” and pressed my cock against the mattress thinking if I should just go over and fuck her. That would be a good farewell.
“Six months? Ah, we didn’t have time to say goodbye.”
And at this moment, my brain entered auto creep mode, and I just got my shorts and a t-shirt on, looked at Tommy, sleeping peaceful, all snuggled in my bed, and told him “I’m sorry, bro, but I gotta do this,” and texted Susan on my way out, “I need to see you one last time.”
The darkness of the night covered me, there was a mist in the air, and some street lamps were broken, and I rushed over and rang her bell.
She came to the door wearing some comfortable loungewear, her breasts were heavy, without a bra, and my cock was coming out of my running shorts as I didn’t put any underwear on.
“Are you insane?” she asked me, but opened the door anyway and I jumped inside. “Where’s Tommy?”
“Sleeping in my bed.”
I didn’t lose a single second and grabbed her onto me, my hands on her hips, and my lips on hers. She moans with the sudden realisation of my hard cock, and the rest was a good time waiting to happen. That long-awaited kiss was the renewal of our desire. I never knew what she did to me, but I didn’t care about girls my age anymore. All I wanted was her, her big breasts, her sweet cunt, her folds and lips, her intriguing clit. I lift her shirt and kiss her boobs, as my hands slip inside her sweatpants and reach her warm pussy, I had her at that moment, moaning, arching, powerless in my arms.
“Oh, sweet Jesus” she screams, as I kneel in front of her and go face down on her pussy, all her flavours across my face, her juices dripping on my tongue. At that moment I didn’t care about anyone else, it was all about us. I wanted her to cum just from oral and tried to get some fingers inside her pussy, but she didn’t like that. So I kept going until she pushed my face deeper, until she rubbed herself onto my mouth and nose, until her breathing got so fast she screamed.
I turned her against the fucking wall, got my cock from the leg of my shorts, let a nice string of spit fall in it, and went in.
Everything about Susan was different from my ex and first girlfriend. While my ex was delicate and I could barely fuck her, with Susan I came almost instantly. She could handle me, she could take it hard and rough, and she dominated me in ways I could only dream of. And she knew how to turn me on to the boiling point where I got nothing else to hold on to.
She moaned so fucking hard, pushing her body against mine, and within seconds I was shooting inside her. She was too much for a young guy like me, but that didn’t stop me. I pushed through the extreme sensitivity of my cock, and after a few slower strokes, I resume fucking her. We kiss, and I lay her on the floor, ass up, and keep fucking her, my cum flowing from her, the noises of sex getting super loud, my grunting, her whimpering, “harder, fuck me harder” she kept saying, “I want to feel everything” and in a few more minutes my second load belonged to her, while pulling her hair back, weaved on my wrist, just like I saw in pornos. But this was so much fucking better than a porno, this was me telling her I couldn’t live without her.
We kissed all over the floor, and eventually make it to the kitchen, got some water, and talked about my mission and when I was coming back.
I asked her if she was seeing someone, and she didn’t answer. I remember it was like a punch in the guts. She sat on my lap, and kissed me, her tits large and heavy. “Honey, what we have is good, but very dangerous. I cannot be seen with you, you understand that don’t you?” she told me how we could never be a “thing” and she was very happy with helping me relieve some steam.
My cum was still flowing from her, I could feel it in my legs, and she scoops a bit and places it on her tongue, and then smiled. “You are a formidable man, but not for me.”
We kissed, and I remember my taste in her mouth, and that felt weird, so fucking weird. She told me how she never got fucked like that, and how impressive it was cumming twice in a row. I told her it was all her fault, I just couldn’t hold my loads because she was so pretty.
We talked and cuddle for more than an hour, and I still went for round 3, with me on the chair and her riding my cock until it went limp, after shooting what was left in my balls. I asked if I could take her panties with me, and she agreed. I also took a small picture of her that I was planning to carry with me, something to long for in faraway lands.
I got back home, smelling of her, and lay down, undressing.
“Where were you?” Tommy asked, startling me. I told him I went for a run, and couldn’t sleep. I felt bad for lying, but he wouldn’t understand.
I know I was a terrible person as I kept doing the same things behind his back, but I didn’t choose who to love. And, to my eyes, his mum was the sexiest woman on earth, and I just hoped one day we could be together. I’m sure Tommy would understand if it came from her mouth.
The next six months were long and painful waiting, but her picture kept me company in some difficult moments.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x8xfo8/i_fucked_my_best_friends_mum_mf_part_3