My Mom’s Best Friend

I was just waking up, after a long night of studying. I could hear my Mom, yell something down the stairs. I rolled out of bed. I barely got a pair of boxers on and a t-shirt before my Mom opened my bed room door. “Morning.” She said. I smiled. My hands were in my lap, covering my morning wood. “Hey!” I said. “I’m running late for work. I should be home on time tonight. Don’t forget my best friend from college is coming for a visit.” Said my Mom, as she shut my door and headed to the garage.

Two nights earlier. My Mom got a late night phone call. I was sitting on the end of our couch, checking my fantasy football team on my laptop. I could hear my Mom in the kitchen talking on the phone she was laughing and giggling at first, and then she took a deep breath. Over the next hour, she finally convinced her best friend from college to come stay with us. Seems she caught her husband with another woman. She wanted a divorce at first, but thinks a trial separation might be better, until she could figure out what she wants

I took a quick shower. I put on a black t-shirt and some tan cargo shorts. I ate some breakfast. I turned on my laptop as I fished out the remote for the TV, under a seat cushion. I spent the rest of the day typing a term paper for English.

I don’t remember getting off the couch the whole day. I had a stun look on my face as the door knob to the front door turned. I then heard my Mom laugh. Followed by another woman’s laugh. “Hi! Sweetie.” Said my Mom. I then heard the front door slam. “Hey!” was all I could say. “This is my best friend from college. Mrs. Wendy Cotton. Wendy this is my Son. Buck…”said my Mom. “Very nice to meet you. Your Mom says very nice things about you, Buck.” Said Mrs. Cotton. I could only smile at them.

My head was spinning. My Mom college friend was the exact opposite of her. My Mom was kind of short and skinny. She had almost no curves to speak of. Her best friend from college was almost 5ft 6inch in heels. She had very voluptuous curves. She had a perfect hour glass figure. Round on top, skinny in the middle and a huge at the bottom. She was wearing a tight blue business suite, which showed off her curves. I could feel my cock grow inside my cargo shorts as she stood there in our living room.

“Can you be a doll and go outside and get Wendy things from her car?” said my Mom. I quickly jumped up and went outside. It took me a few minutes to get her things inside the house. She had only packed one suite case, a carry on bag, and a small make up bag. We have a three bedroom house. My Mom slept in the master bed room. I slept in the basement. I put all of Mrs. Cotton things in the spare bedroom down the hall from the master bedroom on the 2nd floor.

“I hope you don’t mind. But were going to get a bite to eat and catch up. I’m sure you can find something in the fridge to eat tonight. Thanks. Bye!” said my Mom. They both walked passed me and out the front door. I went to go use the bathroom. My dick was rock hard as I barley missed hitting the toilet bowl with my thick stream of yellow. Fuck! How was I going to last a moment with Mrs. Wendy Cotton living in my house. This middle aged MILF was going to drive me to blue balls.

I ate some cold pizza from the night before. I finally finished my term paper. I then goggled Mrs. Wendy Cotton, before she got back to the house… I did not find much. I did find her husband online. He already set up some online dating profiles. Seemed he liked young girls with small breast. Made me wonder why he got married to his wife.

It was close to 9pm when the front door to the house opened. I quickly closed my lap top. I made sure to delete the history on my computer. Both my Mom and Mrs. Cotton were laughing as the walked upstairs. I heard my Mom get into the shower. I heard Mrs. Cotton door shut. Then her box springs squeak as she went to bed.

The next week was just like normal. I went to college on Tuesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Friday I took online classes. I was free most of the time. My Mom went to work every day from 9 to 6. She would say good bye to Wendy and I before she went to work. I would catch glimpses of Mrs. Cotton all day. She spent the first week locked in her room. She wore big baggy clothes all the time. I would click on my laptop camera trying to catch her picking up things or walking around in her vast collection of jogging suits. I could only wonder what she was hiding under her baggy clothes.

The weekend flew by. I woke up late on Monday. I walked upstairs. I could see a note on the fridge. “Buck… Wendy and I have gone out for the day. I called in. Don’t be mad. I need to cheer up Wendy. See you later.” Said the note. I smiled. I was finally going to have the house to myself. It had been almost two weeks since I jacked off. I could feel my balls about to explode.

I got my laptop from under my bed. I walked up stairs to the master bath. My Mom had a big Jacuzzi tub. I loved the way the warm jets tickled my big hairless balls as I jerked my cock. I set my laptop on the edge of the tub. I clicked on a porn site. I clicked on the BBW category, on the left side. One of my favorite tube movies was playing. “BBW Wife Gone Wild!!” I was tempted to turn on the bath water and drop my shorts and take off my shirt.

I felt a sudden urge to walk down the hall towards Wendy’s room. It might be a good time to check out Mrs.