Mom’s Friend

A little background: I accidentally wondered on to this web site and after reading some of the adventures here and I was inspirited to tell one of my stories. This is a true story, it happened 10 years ago. As the story begins, my mother was 28 years old. Her parents are from northern Italy. My mother is 5-4, brunette, blue eyes, slim, 34 c, leggy and very charming. She worked for a major department store in woman’s fashion as a buyer. As the saying goes, apples don’t fall too far from the tree, Now that I am her age I am pretty much her ditto. My mom is still single and loves taking trips with the friend she is playing with at the time. She is still competitive with me with men. I have a few stories about mom and me and her friends, but this is my first. This is also my first story on the web. I don’t consider myself a writer. Hope you like my story.

My mother and father separated when I was 10. My father was never really a part of my life, I remember him but he never really treated me more than a object child when the need arose. The love I received was from my mother. Unlike others I have know, the divorce was not a difficult problem for my childhood, at least that is my opinion. They didn’t fight a lot , he just left one day and never returned. My mother’s reaction did not appear to make me think it was a big deal. I actually thought he would return at any moment. I received a few birthday cards from him at first, but those ended a few years later. Tina, my mother never really told me what happened. They married young (she got pregnant with me at 17) and later she told me, after 10 years of marriage you appreciation the idea of divorce. She has always had a happy go lucky attitude which has severed her well.

About two months after my father left, my mother started seeing friends. She was dating again. She described dating as “seeing friends”. She referred to men she was seeing as friends in an attempt to insulate me from the numerous men in her life, but, I wasn’t that naive, I knew more was going on with her friends.

My mother was a very attractive woman. Slim, sexy, charming and she made every attempt to keep her youthful figure. Every morning before she went to work she would work out in front of the TV with a exercise tape. I often would join her in the workout, it was a fun time for both of us. I would often see her looking at herself in the mirror in her panties and bra. She was in her late 20s and looked very youthful. As I grew older we were often mistaken for sisters.

After father left her “friends” seemed to be younger guys, she was a natural flirt and loved attention, even more so from handsome younger men. I think she liked the idea of younger men still interested in her (she is even worse today, but that is another story). What woman doesn’t like to be noticed by a young attractive man? As we both got older I became completion for her. I look just like her when she was younger. Men are always attracted to us when we are out together. She became jealous of me at some point. We would be out together at a restaurant and a guy would approach us. At 17, mom was 34, and if I dressed up and mom dressed to look younger we could pass as sisters. So when a guy approached us she was competitive with me, like one of my boy crazy girlfriends. Mom didn’t care so much about winning but she hated to lose. But I learned a lot from her in the art of seduction, flitting and how a man’s head works, both of them.

One of her friends was so sexy to me, he was italian and tall, with great physical features and a big flirt. I think he was the first older man I ever thought about sexually. When he came over I would always make sure to wear a skimpy little outfit. He would flirt with me and I really loved it. He made me realize my body had power. Of course it didn’t make mom too happy, any attention drawn away from her, even from her skinny 15 year old daughter. But he did make me feel special and I couldn’t help from teasing him.

Mom was funny, she could be in the most sexy outfit and if I showed up in a T-shirt, no bra and panties she would have a fit. She hated the competition from the beginning. Masimo would always gaze at me and wink and say cute things in Italian. I didn’t really understand what he said but I liked the way he smiled at me and said it. Mom of course would throw me a dirty look , like, don’t you have homework or something? Masimo was 26 and a classic Italian stallion.

When I was nearly sixteen I starting fooling around with guys. At first guys my age, then I quickly learned older guys were more fun. Watching mom and her friends was good training for how to handle men and sex. I soon had a 19 year old boyfriend, he had is own apartment. He became my sexual boot camp. He was in college and I would go to his apartment after school and have sex. I learned a lot from him and gained a lot of confidence about my body and sex from my experiences with him. Although he had a nice body and was good in bed I soon realized I needed more. I wanted to not be limited by my relationship. That’s the PC way of saying I wanted to be free to fuck other guys! with out feeling guilty about it (LOL). Sorry, I am drifting from my intended story.

I seemed to always be attracted to older men. My shrink says I am looking for my father. I think I just liked a more mature guy. At the time, guys my age seemed like clueless dweebs. Looking back, I am sure I was just impressed by the older guy BS, the money and cars they all seemed to have endless supply. As the story continues I am now 17, still with Bob but we are really just fuck buddies.

Masimo hadn’t been around for a over a year. Mom of course had a new friend. She told me Masimo had returned to Italy because his father was ill and she wasn’t sure he would ever be back.