My Best Friends Mom_(2)

My best friends mom… What can I say about her? She made every boy on the block drool. Now to be fair I wasn’t a bad as some of his friends, who were only friends with him so they could be around her as much as possible. But lets just say that I never turned down an offer to hang out either…

Although she was only a hair over five foot she was built like a goddess, enormous breasts constantly straining against the tight shirts she seemed to prefer, setting up her cleavage like the grand canyon. I had lusted after her since I was old enough to start liking girls, and I could populate a small planet with the amount of cum I had spilled over thoughts of her.

The first time it happened by accident.

I spent most of my afternoons at his house waiting until I absolutely had to go home. Although I was already 18 I didn’t have the funds yet to move out and I couldn’t stand being at home any more than I absolutely had to. I even had a key to his house since I spent so much time there.

I headed over to his house after school like I always did. It wasn’t until I got inside that I realized that he was probably at drama club today and wouldn’t be home for a few hours still.

It started as soon as I opened the door.

“Help!” a voice cried

I dropped my keys in surprise.

“Mrs. Smith?” I called, curious and a little nervous

“I’m in the living room” she called “Help me”

Nothing in this world could have prepared me for the sight that greeted me next. As I walked into the living room I came saw her, her hands had been bound over her head and all of her clothing had been stripped away. The remains of some pantyhose still covered her legs but the crotch had been ripped out to expose her cleanly shaven pussy. Crips white rope was wrapped around her neck and her enormous tits pulling them up and together like some twisted sort of bra. She was standing but additional ropes around her legs kept her in a slightly hunched position, allowing ample access to her cunt from behind.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked, I tried to suppress the surge of lust that flowed through me at seeing her like this. Years of secret desire warred against my better nature, and my morals though fighting diligently were in a losing battle.

“My boyfriend broke up with me, and he thought it would be funny to leave me like this for my son to find me, thank god you came here first!” she cried

“That sick bastard!” I said.