I Just Couldn’t Resist my Friend’s Mom

My name is John Hill and I have been friends with Dan Miles for as long as I could remember. When I was a child the Miles household was like a second home to me. His father, mother and sister Greg, Sarah, and Lucy were like a second family.

It was the summer before my freshman year of college. As my summer days were coming to a close I started spending a lot of time at Dan’s house to hang out with him before college started. A lot of the times I would crash on the couch in their living room. I would usually be awaken by my friend’s mother in the morning when she started watching her morning TV. Dan and Greg would often be out of the house before then as they went to work together.

The particular morning started like any other. It was just about a bit after eight when I heard the TV get turned on. I slowly forced myself to wake up. “Good morning John.” Sarah said to me, smiling as I stood and stretched.

“Morning.” I forced through a yawn.

“Dan and Greg already left for work.” I looked at then, into her blue eyes and suddenly felt myself short of breath. All too suddenly I realized that I had been staring at her for too long. I rubbed my eyes. Fuck. I had morning wood and it was perfectly eye level with her. I could see her eyes flitting back and forth between my eyes and my erection. She was still smiling coyly. “Okay.” Was all that I was able to manage as I turned and left.

My made my way to the bathroom and took care of my morning business. While washing my hands I looked at myself in the mirror. What the fuck was that out there? Why did you freeze up? I knew the answer but struggled to admit it. Cause she’s hot as fuck, that’s why. And she was hot as fuck. She was about 5’4, 120 pounds, blonde with short hair. Sarah was a cheerleader and model when she was younger and you could definitely tell. She worked out often and watched her diet; so that even though she was 46 she honest to god looked to be in her mid to even early thirties. She had large breasts, long muscular legs, a tight cute ass, tanned body, and brilliant, flirtatious blue eyes that could make even a gay man hard. “But she’s like a mother to me.” I whispered to my reflection. My seven inch cock was hard as about humanly possible, straining against my shorts. “But she’s not.” I replied to myself.

I knew then that I was at a crossroads. Before me laid two options; the first, to simply leave and act as if nothing happened; or, I could go back into that room and gamble everything. “Fuck.” I made my way back to the living room.