My Mom’s Friend_(0)

I was never what you would call “popular” with the ladies. I was never fighting through throngs of girls. So it wasn’t really a surprise when after my 19th birthday I still hadn’t ever had a serious girlfriend or lost my virginity. I was always more into computers than real people anyway, or at least that is what I tried to tell myself.

Which leads me to my mom’s best friend. They had met while they were in college, and while my mom had settled down and had children Janet had never really lost the rebel fire they had both had in their youth. A bad marriage and a messy breakup led to Janet staying with us for awhile while she was looking for a place of her own. I pretended to be annoyed at having another person in the house, but secretly I was thrilled, because Janet was fucking hot, well if you are into MILF’s. I never really hoped for anything to happen, maybe catch some glimpses of her in her underwear, maybe “accidently” walk in on her in the shower if I was lucky. I wasn’t prepared for her to be my first. It started out with me trying to spy on her. I was pretty sure that I had a good spot to watch her changing clothes from without being caught but I got spooked when she looked in my direction and rushed off back to my room. I thought my heart would explode in my chest when she knocked on my door a few seconds later. I wasn’t sure what to expect, maybe a telling off, maybe some threats, but nothing prepared me for what came next.

“I saw you spying on me…” she said.

“I’m sorry…” I said, hanging my head in shame.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing did I?” she responded

She pulled back her pants, giving me a glimpse of the lacey black panties she was wearing under her jeans. I felt my heart skip a few beats and my palms immediately got sweaty.

“You don’t have to spy on me you know…” she said “after all I am right… next… door…” her hands slid up her stomach and cupped her breasts as she spoke, sending an unequivocal message as to her intent.

I stuttered something incoherent, my brain not quite working properly due in large part to a majority of my blood flow having been directed to lower places. I had watched her with lust in my eyes since I hit puberty, I wasn’t entirely convinced that this wasn’t some sort of dream.

I was still trying to process what she had said when she closed the distance between us and pressed her lips against mine. The sweet flowery scent of her shampoo and body wash filled my nose, her lips pressed firmly and insistently against mine. I could feel the hunger in her body as she pressed against mine. A million years of evolutionary instincts took over and my arms slipped around her, pulling her tighter against me. One hand cupped her ass, pulling her hips to me. My cock swelled in my pants and she moaned as she felt my swollen member press against her through our clothing.

Her tongue wormed its way inside of my mouth, full of warmth and desire.