Best Freinds Forever 1 by zavix

I had the impression that Gerald had been avoiding me these last three

weeks. At the same time I had also been hearing things that made me

think something was strangely different, if not wrong.It just was not like him to ignore me like this – not returning my
calls, even skipping out on school. At one point I was worried that
something terrible had happened, perhaps Gerald had an accident – but
his mother had assured me over the phone that everything was fine,
just great she had said with a little extra enthusiasm in her voice
than I was used too, and that her son was busy is all. It sounded
strangely contrived, his mother odd – in retrospect.

When the rumour mill around school finally came my way and I heard
that Gerald was dating the hottest girl in school, Christine, I knew
there was something terribly wrong. The fact that I had been excluded
from his life these last weeks, becoming an instant outsider to these
rumours for example, hurt.

Only when I was exiting a burger joint at the mall and happened upon
Gerald who stood face to face with a senior, the football team
captain. The guy’s name was Jamie and he was at least a head taller
and half as much wider than Gerald – but my friend stood glaring in
anger up at the larger older teenager as if fearless. Not the Gerald
I remember!

Several things registered in that moment – Christine looking
frightened behind Gerald, looking as gorgeous as ever, three of
Jamie’s friends stood behind him. The crowd was parting, already
scenting trouble about to explode.

I rushed up to the scene, perpendicular to my good friend, and gasped
out, “Don’t do this Jamie?” A useless gesture to be sure, Jamie could
pound the two of us just as easily as one.

Gerald did something totally out of character, his face softened into
a smile as if what I had said was a big joke, turned to me and spoke
confidently, “Don’t worry Liam, its all under control.”

I knew then something was terribly wrong. Thinking back to that
moment, I knew this was the true turning point in my life.

At that second I heard Jamie gasp in surprise, all eyes turning to
look at his face and then following his eyes to his lap. There,
rapidly spreading, was a dark circle dampening his jeans – obviously
urine. My god, the football captain just fucking peed himself!

Gerald spoke, again confidently, “I didn’t realize I was that scary
Jamie?”

Then Christine started to giggle, trying to suppress it as eyes moved
from that wet crotch to the pretty girl. It was enough to break the
tension.

Jamie did the wise move, turned and rushed from our sight. His three
buddies looking at each other confused and embarrassed, eventually
followed.

I turned to Gerald, about to tell him how lucky he was when he calmly
spoke, “I told you I had it covered.”

-*-

Christine dropped us off in front of Gerald’s place and I watched
still a little shocked as my buddy passionately kissed the best
looking girl in our school. She moaned and kissed him back.

This was for fucking real!

She drove off leaving us on the sidewalk.

Gerald followed the expensive car until it was out of sight and added,
“She isn’t as great a fuck as she looks Liam.”

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Christine was the
hottest girl in our school for many reasons – looks of course, the big
tits helped, and she was dating Jamie the hottest guy in school until
a few days ago, was seventeen and a senior and had a father that was
filthy rich. Up until this moment I would have assumed that Gerald
was still the virgin that I have always known him as – it was our one
re-occurring conversation, girls and sex – or the lack thereof. It
was also one of those things that drew us together as friends – the
two nerds that would probably have to buy a hooker to loose our
virginity as no sane girl would give it to us willingly.

Gerald turned and started towards his house, me rushing to follow.
“What the hell is going on Gerald?”

My best friend turned his head to smile at me over his shoulder but
didn’t say anything as he fished out his keys. The door opens and he
shouts out, “I’m home!” I follow him into his house and watch as he
closes the door behind me, carefully locking it securely.

Gerald’s mom comes walking around the corner with a pleased smile on
her face. She is wearing, as far as I can see, nothing but her
cooking apron and her glasses – which, from the front hid much of
everything but suggests anything. Like her son she was short and had
bad eyes, unlike him, she was well rounded, chubby but may have been
considered cute back when she was our age.

Gerald smiled at his mom, “Liam will be staying with us for supper mom
– is there enough?”

Theresa, his mother, turned her pleasant smile towards me and nodded.
“Of course honey. Hello Liam, how are you?” The casual nature of our
conversation was alien enough to startle me – since she was
effectively naked before her son and I.

Gerald interrupted before I could phantom an answer, “Go back to the
kitchen mom and leave us alone until supper is ready. Where is Sara?”

“She is at her friends house. She said you gave her a task to do?”
Theresa looked questioningly at her son, making sure her thirteen year
old daughter wasn’t doing anything wrong. I remember Gerald’s mom as
the harsh disciplinarian, rarely smiled and always found fault in
everything. This simply could not be the same woman standing before
me!

Gerald grinned widely, “She is. Now go mom.” It was, very oddly, a
command rather than a request.

Theresa took it with a parting smile, turning so that her nude
backside was exposed as she strode from the foyer.

I just stood mute, my mouth open in shock – the image of that round
soft ass moving as Gerald’s mother Theresa strode back to the kitchen
burned into my consciousness. It was my buddies chuckle that brought
me back, “Wild huh?”

I followed him downstairs to the family room – where the video games
were set up. He plugged in one of our favourite multi-player
first-person shooter game and turned it on. Neither of us reached for
a controller.

There were things to be said.

“What the fuck is going on Gerald?”

Another chuckle, he holding his hand up as if to calm me – had I been
talking loudly? “Just relax – I’ll share.”

Share? I shook my head as if that would clear out the cobwebs of
confusion. It hadn’t.

“Remember how I’ve been researching that ancient text online?” A nod,
Gerald was always into some odd project or another. “The one from
ancient Egypt? Well I cracked the code.”

He wasn’t making any sense. “The ‘code’?” What had this to do with
the strange things going on this last hour?

His turn to nod, “To control minds.”

From his look, he was waiting for me to break out laughing. I didn’t.
Not after seeing the incredible scenes in the last hour. “Christine?”
A nod. “Jamie?” A chuckle. “Even your mom?” A mischievous smile,
his eyes looking at me carefully.

“More as well.”

Upstairs a door opened and quick footsteps echoed through the floor,
it had to be Gerald’s younger sister Sara returning home. “Even
Sara?”

His smile was dangerous now – so foreign from the guy I had known most
of my life. “Oh yes – she was my first.”

“You’ve had sex with her?” Saying this even felt odd.

A smug grin, “Numerous times – she has lots of energy!” He barked out
laughing but stopped when I didn’t join in.

“What about your dad?”

The grin disappeared and Gerald shrugged, “He is happy. I got him a
pretty thing from the office to shack up with. He and mom weren’t
doing ‘it’ anyways.” It was the first spark of an emotion that I
would classify as guilt. Obviously my friend was having sex with his
mother as well.

This was all too incredible to believe if I hadn’t seen that bare ass
walking away from me. Could all this be true? My heart was thumping
so quickly it was difficult to think.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you earlier – but I wasn’t sure how you would
react?”

React to the news that your best buddy was some kind of freak that
could control peoples minds – have sex with his own mother and sister
let alone the hottest girl in school? How should I react?

“And things have been a little crazy I’ll admit. I’ve been busy.” He
leaned in and whispered as if sharing a conspiracy, “And sex is much
better than we ever imagined Liam. I can’t get enough of it!”

“Gerald honey? Liam? Supper time boys.”

He was out of his seat and rushing upstairs before I even translated
his mother’s call through the fog that was my brain. I follow my
buddy to the dining room to find Theresa still wearing only her white
kitchen apron and her stylish glasses placing a bowl of steaming
carrots on the table. She turned and smiled at me as I entered and I
felt my face flush with shame – had she caught me looking at her bare
bottom? Was Gerald really having sex with his own mom – this woman?

My buddy was already seated at the head of the table, the place that
had always been reserved for his father, on his right sat his thirteen
year-old sister Sara, naked and starring anxiously at her big brother.
Since she was seated across the table, all I really could see was her
thin frame and her small, almost, non-existent breasts topped with
tiny brown nipples.

Theresa held out a chair for me, at the opposite end of the table from
her son. I sat, feeling like my heart was about to explode out of my
rib cage from pressure.

Theresa was about to sit when Gerald calmly commanded, “Lose the apron
mom – you know the rules.”

His mom smiled sweetly even as her hands went to the bow tied at the
small of her back. “You are right honey, I am so sorry.”

The apron was lifted over her head and then left over the back of her
chair. She stood for a couple seconds for the three sets of eyes that
openly admired her before seating herself across from her daughter.
In that short time I devoured the sight of her – my first fully naked
woman – big hanging breasts with wide nipples, slim waist with flaring
hips, stretch marks about her lower rounded stomach, a thick brown
bush between her legs. The only thing she wore was her thick glasses.