How I Fucked Your Mother

Part 1

My Parents split up when I was 4. My Dad and I floated around a while
before we settled down in a nice neighborhood. I was 5 by that time
and really glad that there was a boy next door my own age. His name
was Ian and his Mom was really nice. Mrs. J made cookies and lemonade
for us and would even help us build forts in the backyard.

When I was 11, I remember seeing her on her back porch from my bedroom
window. She was taking off a t-shirt to reveal a bikini top. I saw
her breasts bounce and the smooth skin of her stomach, the curve of
her back as she tossed the shirt aside. She was wearing cut off denim
shorts and I got my first real hard on.

This was the woman who tucked me in at sleepovers, who bandaged my
scraped knees, who helped me build a volcano for the 4th grade science
fair. She was like a Mother to me and here I was dreaming about her
touching me. That went on for years. I’d sneak glimpses of her from
time to time. Once I volunteered to mow their lawn for extra cash,
she was weeding her flower beds and I got to enjoy the view of her
gorgeous round ass in cut offs again while she was knelt down out there.

Now here I was, 17 and about to be a Senior in high school. Ian and I
were still friends and a couple of the other guys would sometimes joke
about his Mom being a MILF. He took it in stride I guess, but somehow
I knew that if he thought any of us would actually do his mom he’d be
pissed off. I’d dated other girls, but had never gone far with them.
They just didn’t add up to Mrs. J.

Today, he’d invited us all over to play a new game he got for his 360.
I watched from my window and saw him leave in his car. Probably to go
pick up the other guys who lived across town. I knew this was my
chance. My Dad was working in his office upstairs and didn’t notice
me leaving early. I hopped the fence and went to the kitchen door
giving a little knock before turning the knob.

She was standing at the sink washing breakfast dishes.

“Hi Mrs. J.” I said with a tentative little smile.

“Oh, Joey, you’re early. Ian just left to pick up the others.”
She raised an eyebrow at me, and gave me a smile that made my
stomach flutter.

“I know, I uh..well Dad’s working and I just wanted to get out of the
house,..you don’t mind do you?” I asked, worried now.

“Not at all. Mr. J’s gone for the day and it’s just me and an
empty house. I like company.” She dried her hands and leaned on the
counter.

I had been watching her, she was wearing this blue dress, kinda reminded
me of a waitress in a diner sort of. It showed her legs and had a V
neck, no sleeves so her arms looked so smooth.

She lifted an eyebrow at me and shook her head, “Joey,..is there something
on your mind? I’m not stupid. There’s a reason you came over here early
today.”

I was frozen, was she on to me? Did she somehow know? “I uh,..well..”

She approached me and patted my shoulder, “I’ve heard some of the things
you boys say about me. I’m not deaf, and I’m sneaky. Having girl
trouble Joey?”

My mouth went dry, I couldn’t get my eyes off of her chest. “y-yeah….
kinda.”

She lifted my chin, “eyes up here Joey,..” she looked into my eyes and
there was a moment where neither of us said anything at all. She was
so close I couldn’t help it, I’d wanted her for years and she’d probably
slap me stupid for this! I put my hands around her waist and pulled her
against me as quick as I could. She gasped and I locked my mouth over
that pretty little O of surprise.

Mrs. J squealed at first and her hands pressed against my shoulders,
then to my surprise, she relaxed and started kissing me back. Her lips
were so soft and firm, her hands roamed over my back and her breasts
were pressed against me. She let out this soft moan as I stopped for
breath. She didn’t let go of me tho, so I didn’t let go of her either.

“Joey,..why did you do that?”

“Why did you kiss back?” I asked.

She blushed and moved away. I took a few steps and reached for her
hand, I caught it and pulled her back. “Where are you going? You’re not
gonna kick me out?”

“No,..I’m going down the hall to my room. Because I don’t know how to
answer you.” She said, her face flushed. She ran her fingers up into
her hair and walked out of the kitchen.

I followed her down the hall, dropping my bookbag on the couch as I
passed it. “Mrs. J,..I’m sorry. I just…you’re like..” a mother to
me? no I couldn’t say that. A dream come true,..no too corny “The
most amazing woman I’ve ever known and I couldn’t help it.”

She paused at the door of her room and shook her head looking back at me,
“Joey,..that is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard you say, but I’m old
enough to be your mother and I’m..well..I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve
been watching you for years. You’ve grown into such a handsome boy,
you remind me of Mr. J when he was younger.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, she thought I was hot too! She
wanted me!

“Mrs. J,..why deny this? we both want it right? I’m not gonna tell
anyone and you’re not gonna tell anyone.” I stepped right up to her at
the door of her room and reached out with a shaky hand to touch her arm.

“Joey,..this is..” she paused and I didn’t want to wait for a no to come
out of her mouth, I grabbed her again and kissed her. She squealed again
and tried to push at me for a minute, for some reason that just made my
cock jump even more. I pressed my hips forward grinding against her,
pinning her between me and her bedroom door. She moaned and wriggled,
then the door fell open and we stumbled inside. The kiss was broken and
she panted for breath. I kicked the door shut behind us and she looked
at me for a second.

“Joseph,..I think you’re a wonderful boy..” she said as she backed away
a few steps. I stripped off my shirt. She said she’d been watching me,
..she wanted me and I knew it. I just had to try and remind her. “Oh
my god…look at you…” her hands flexed and her eyes went softer,
they almost glazed and she licked her lower lip.

“Mrs. J,..c’mon..” I murmured. She dropped her hands to her sides and
shook her head, but she didn’t move away. I stepped over to her and
took her hands, I raised them and put them on my chest. She let out a
low moan and splayed her fingers out over my pecs, then she rubbed my
chest and whimpered.

“Oh Joey,..honey…” she sounded so torn as her hands roamed over my
bare skin, on my shoulders and down my chest to my stomach again, she
lingered, her fingers at the waist of my pants.

“Mrs.