My Friend's MILF Mom Ch. 01

I was home on my college summer break between my sophomore and junior years when my buddy Steve called and invited me over. This was nothing unusual. There was a group of us that had been hanging out at Steve’s house since we were kids. Mostly because his mom, Dana, fed us and he had the best games when we were kids. But, as we got older, we began to realize how totally hot Steve’s mom was before we knew what the acronym “MILF” meant. The older we got, the more detailed we got about what we’d like to do with her, mostly to annoy Steve. “Dude, that’s my mom!” was his usual response.

The door swung open a few moments after ringing the doorbell. Steve and I gave each other bro hugs.

“Dude! Man, good to see you!” he said.

“Yeah, man, you, too!”

Shortly after I entered the house, his mom entered the room, still looking hot as fuck.

“Ohhhh, Mark! It’s so good to see you!” she said as she wrapped her hands around me and pulled me into her large breasts.

“It’s good to see you, too, Mrs. B.”

She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me away. “Let me look at you. My goodness! So handsome!”

“And you’re still gorgeous as ever, Mrs. B.”

She giggled. “Oh, stop it! I’m so old! Everything is starting to sag and get all wrinkly!”

“Yeah, well, you look great to me.”

“Dude, don’t get her all wound up. She’s almost unbearable when she gets all cranked up and full of herself.”

She waved a dismissive hand at her son. “Oh, you hush!” After a pause, she asked, “Can I get you boys anything to drink?”

After she left, I turned to Steve. “Dude, your mom is one hot fucking MILF. What I wouldn’t give to fuck that shit just one time.”

“C’mon, man. Gimme a break.”

*****

After we had slayed the zombies in round one, the lemonade kicked in.

“Dude, I gotta take a squirt. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay. Hey, the spare bathroom toilet is busted. You can go upstairs and use the master bathroom in Mom’s bedroom.”

I knocked on the open door and poked my head into the large bedroom. “Mrs. B?” As I crossed the room towards the bathroom, an a white, frilly item on the bed caught my eye. Hmmmmm…Mrs. B’s bra? I picked it up. It was light and soft. How the fuck does this thing hold those huge fuckin’ things? I looked at the tag. “36D”. More than a handful! I thought to myself with a chuckle. I felt a crooked grin grow, as well as a stirring in my shorts. Hmmmmm. I may never get an opportunity like this again. I looked around. The coast was clear. I quickly slipped into the bathroom with the garment in hand.

By the time the water had gotten warm, my pole was all grown up. I dropped the beast into the cleavage of the bra, closed my eyes, and entered another world.

Dana entered her bedroom and strolled towards the bathroom. The closer she got, the more the sound grew. It sounded like moaning. She slowed her pace and tip toed towards the cracked door. She gasped and her hand went to her mouth.

Is he…is he…masturbating?!

“Oh yeah, that’s it, right there,” I moaned. “Yeah, wrap those big fuckin’ titties around my cock, Mrs. B. Yeah, that’s it.”

“Mrs. B?!” Is he…is he fantasizing about…me?! She began to paw at her chest without realizing it. What got her attention was the heat building between her legs. This is so wrong! But it’s making me so hot! Her hand slid into her pants. She sighed at the first touch of her own hand when she brushed across her excited kernel.

“You wanna suck it? Huh? You wanna suck it? Oh yeah, suck on it, Mrs. B. Oh yeah, that feels good.”

He is! Oh my God! She could see my reflection in the mirror through the tiny crack. Oh my God! Look at the size of that thing! It…it’s been so long since…since I’ve seen one! He’s really going to town! Hey…wait…is that…is that my bra?! Oh…oh my God! Mmmmmm….mmmmm…

We both slapped and stroked our own erogenous zones for several more minutes until we both could take no more.

“Oh fuck, Mrs. B! You’re…you’re gonna make me cum! Grrrrr! You want…you want me to cum on those big fuckin’ titties? Yeah? Okay!” I placed the bra onto the counter face up.

Yes! Yes! Let’s…let’s cum together! she thought to herself.

She watched my head lean back. Her knees began to tremble.

“Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh fuck!” I croaked.

She clenched her jaw. Fortunately for her, I didn’t hear her muted squeaks of ecstasy over my own moans. She watched the reflection of one spurt after another land on her lacy white bra.

We both slumped in unison.

I looked down at the mosaic I had created and smiled. If only those were her actual tits I thought to myself.

Dana gathered her thoughts. I need to leave before he comes out! She straightened her shirt then noticed the large dark spot in her shorts. Shit! She quickly and quietly scampered out of the room and into the spare bedroom down the hall, where she planned to hide until I left so she could change her clothes.

I hadn’t fully thought this out. What am I going to do with this cum stained bra? There’d be no explaining a wet bra suddenly appearing if I rinsed it off and hung it somewhere in the bathroom. I looked at the tiny trash basket. Nope. My head was on a swivel looking for a safe hiding place. Fuck! I stared at the bra. I wonder if she’d miss one bra? I pondered it. I wash it off as best as I could, twisted and squeezed until no more water fell, balled it up, tucked it into my shorts pocket, and left the room.

“Yo, dude! Where you goin’?” Steve asked when he saw me head towards the door.

“I’ll be right back. I gotta go out to the car for a second.”

*****

A few days later I was back at Steve’s house. We made our way straight to the game room and loaded our digital weapons to eliminate more zombies. Dana heard the slight commotion and came to the room to investigate. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw it was me.

“Oh! Hello, Mark,” she said as nonchalantly as possible. “I didn’t know you were coming over today.” Why is my heart racing?!

I smiled. “Yeah, back for more. All we need is the rest of the guys and it’d be just like old times.”

“Yeah!” Steve chimed in. “We might try to all get together sometime this summer. Would you mind if they came over here, Mom?”

“I think that would be wonderful! It would be nice to have all the boys here again. Like Mark said, it’d be just like old times.” She paused. “Do you boys want me to get you anything?”

Ha! I got away with it! Sweet!

As she walked back to the kitchen she got a devilish grin. I’m going to set a trap.

*****

In a repeat of the other day, I lost all of my lives while Steve continued to blast away.

“Ha ha ha! You suck, dude!” he laughed.

“Fuck you. I’m gonna go hit the head. Is the spare bathroom fixed yet?”

Steve shook his head. “Nope.”

I walked through the master bedroom and around the bed towards the bathroom when I stopped in my tracks.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I murmured at the sight of a red, silky bra laid out on the bed. There was an instant stirring in my pants. I got away with it once. I turned my head to make sure the coast was clear before grabbing the bra and stepping into the bathroom. This one’s even softer than the other one! I thought as I ran my fingers across the material. This thing is gonna feel awesome wrapped around my cock!

Soon after, Dana quietly stepped into the bedroom and smiled. The little shit took the bait she chuckled to herself. She snuck over to the bathroom door and leaned into it. Her body flushed almost immediately at the words on the other side of the door.

“Oh yeah, you wanted my cock between your tits again, didn’t you, Mrs. B? You couldn’t wait for it. Ohhhh yeah, that’s it, right there.”

She stepped closer to the door and leaned into it to hear better.

“That’s right, squeeze your big titties around my cock. Mmmmm, yeah, that’s feels good, doesn’t it? Mmmmmm, yeah.”

Before she knew it, Dana was groping herself with her eyes were closed. She listened to the words, picturing in her mind what I was describing on the other side of the door. She pawed at her breasts. Her hand went into her shorts. She gasped when her finger brushed across her raised knot. Then she slowed when her mind distracted her.

What are you doing, Dana? Why are you satisfying yourself when there’s a young stud on the other side of that door just begging for you? Another voice in her head spoke up. But he’s your son’s best friend! You watched him grow up in your home! Her naughty brain responded, And listen to him now! Jerking off at the thought of you! None of that seems to bother him! She tried to focus. You mustn’t! You’ll never forgive yourself! She pulled her hands away from herself. You’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t! Go for it! She took a deep breath.

Believe me, I was no stud. Far from it. If anything, I was quite the opposite. I was more of a cute nerd type. No ripped abs. I wasn’t the starting quarterback. I wasn’t even the water boy. I was, for the most part, just an average 20-year-old. With one exception. I was blessed between my legs. And that was all she cared about at the moment.

My hips were beginning to jerk. “Oh fuck yeah, Mrs. B., that’s it, right there.” Have you ever gotten the sense that someone was watching you? I opened my eyes. At first I froze at what I saw in the mirror. It was Mrs. B standing there in the doorway behind me. “GAH!” If I was a cat I’d have just lost not one but two of my nine lives. I jumped away from the counter and slammed into the wall just to the side of me. I covered my junk as best as I could and stood there, waiting for Mrs. B to beat me within an inch of my life. “M-m-mrs B! Wha-wha-what’re you doing there?!”

She fought back a laugh at my reaction. “The better question is, what’re you doing there, Mark?”

“I…I…I, uh…”

She nodded at me with a crooked grin. “Is that my bra you’ve got there.”

“Huh?” I’d completely forgotten I had her satin bra in my groin. “Oh! Uh, well, uh…”

She held out her hand. “May I have it, please?”

“Oh! Um, yeah, sure, okay.” I handed it to here while still trying hide my boner. I wasn’t doing a very good job.

She looked at it. “Were you in here jerking off with my bra, Mark? Hmmm? Is that what you were doing?”