Dating My Friend's Mom

Makayla Carlson was content with her reflection in the rearview mirror and her thick legs encased in a skirt. She vowed to find a man one way or another, despite not being passionate about her job. She got paid decently but wasn’t in love with it — a common feeling among many workers, she mused as she drove home.

After her divorce, it had been hard for her to meet her sexual needs since she still had an 18 year old son living at home. She chuckled to herself, realizing it would be awkward to bring a guy in the house and tell him not to come near her bedroom. It had been eight months since she’d gotten laid, and she couldn’t remember what excuse she’d used, but it had worked out. The sex hadn’t been amazing, but it gave her enough satisfaction.

As she drove home, she asked herself what she wanted in a man. Model-like looks and a big bank account would be nice, but realistically she wanted someone to get along with her son who could give her what she wanted sexually. She knew attractive and rich younger guys often dated the model types, leaving fat old men who just wanted to “fuck anything with a dick” — she was ready to lower expectations but not that far. She wanted someone cute going to town on her!

Who do I know who would make for a good ‘slump-buster’?

Who would be an easy catch? Plus, who’d be someone she could seduce on the sly?

You can’t be serious…him? He’s my son’s friend!

Regardless, she took out her phone, sending a text to her son.

‘Hi Jamal. I need someone who is good with computers to fix something. I think it’s something with the programming. Can you ask your friend Melvin to text me? — Mom’.

A minute later, she got a text back from her son. ‘Alright. I just texted him and asked to stop by the house’.

Sitting in her car, she breathed heavier, pondering whether Melvin would respond.

***

Makayla heard the doorbell ring and opened it to see Melvin nervously standing there, his cheeks red. She asked how school had been for him and he replied nervously, swirling the tip of his shoe around on the doormat. His square glasses, superheroes t-shirt, cargo shorts, and white socks pulled up to his calves made Makayla want to laugh; instead she felt strangely attracted to him.

The teenage alpha male, he is not, she quipped.

Makayla’s eyes flickered as she watched Melvin enter her home, and his gaze lingered for a moment too long on her large breasts. Taking her hand in his, she felt the heat at his touch as he shyly shook her hand with a limp grip. Her heart raced and when their eyes met, Makayla could feel the electricity between them, and knew that she had to act fast before the moment passed.

In an effort to appear nonchalant, Makayla offered him a seat on the sofa and said “Hey Melvin, you want to sit down on the sofa? We can chat for a few minutes! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”

She was impressed when he took off his shoes and set them neatly on the doormat; something she had never expected from a man. Taking advantage of this chivalrous gesture, she walked towards the fridge and pulled out two sodas from the top shelf. Makayla’s heart skipped a beat as she returned to sit next to him on the sofa — her body facing his — in her business-skirt that showed off her sexy legs; complemented by her button up shirt which hugged her round breasts perfectly. As Melvin sipped his soda, Makayla moved closer as if propelled by some invisible force — determined not to let this opportunity pass; seeing it as a game of predator vs. prey — The spider spinning its web as she smiled sweetly at him.

Their inane chatter was forgettable, although the bulge in his crotch was not; his hand moved in a blur in an attempt to conceal his erection with the soda can. Makayla knew it had been ages since she had seen an erection in-person, and felt flattered by it. To this end, she did not want to risk it going away.

“Melvin, this is a weird question, but you seem a lot more muscular than before. Have you been weightlifting recently?” she bullshitted, running her ebony-toned hand over his chest and bicep as she gave each a gentle squeeze.

“So…damn…muscular,” she fibbed, well aware he was scrawny as a scarecrow.

“N-n-n-no, ma’am, I don’t lift weights,” he replied, the bulge in his shorts growing larger.

“Oh, well, I guess you’re naturally muscular,” she whispered, biting her lips to avoid bursting out in laughter.

“Th-th-thanks, Ms. Carlson. But, I don’t think I’m very strong.”

“Don’t be so modest, Melvin, you’re a strong…stud,” she whispered.

As they sat silently on the sofa, a heat quickly began to rise between them as her hand inched up his thigh. Suddenly, her dark hand was resting dangerously close to the bulge in his shorts.

“Melvin, what is this?” she asked, moving her hand onto his erection.

“It’s…oh, boy, I…oh, geez,” he stuttered.

“What is it, Melvin? Tell me.”

“It’s my, it’s my, it’s my hard penis,” he admitted.

“Mmmm hmmm, good, Melvin. And why is it hard?”

“Because I’m horny for you.”

“Oh, Melvin, I never knew you were such a naughty boy.”

Melvin gasped as his shorts were unbuttoned to reveal his tight white underwear. He felt her hands wrap around his waist and yank down his clothing, exposing him fully and sending a rush of fierce pleasure through him. His hard cock was thrust outward, stiff and proud despite his embarrassment, demanding attention.

She couldn’t help but stare, her expression wide with shock and admiration at the sight of him. The size may not have compared to those she had seen in porn films, but it stirred something primal inside her nonetheless.Wetness pooled in her panties as she drank in the glorious sight before her. Pushing away her inhibitions, she leaned forward and placed her hand on the base of his shaft. Gently wrapping her fingers around it, she began to stroke up and down as he groaned in approval. Faster and faster she moved, each touch coaxing out more pleasure from him until finally he lay back against the couch, breathless with desire.

The room filled with a heavy silence that only served to heighten their need.

She began to run her hand up and down his cock, slowly at first, then gradually faster as he began to whimper with pleasure from her handjob. Reaching down with her free hand, she took his scrotum in her hand as she played with both of his circular and large testicles as his whimpering increased.

“Ooooh, Ms. Carlson, I’ve always had a crush on you,” Melvin confessed as her hand slid up and down his cock.

“That’s good, Melvin. You’re a fine young man.”

“Oh, darn, it feels so fudging good,” he whined, face wincing.

His body started to quiver in anticipation as her delicate hand began to move up and down his shaft. His breathing quickened, and before he could stop himself a wave of immense pleasure exploded from his body, causing an eruption of cum to spray out into the air like a fountain of desire. She stared while the white fluid pelted her hand, her ebony-hued skin slick with Melvin’s juices. His whimpering soon grew silent, leaving him completely flushed and embarrassed at the mess he had made.

She tried to console him, though all she could do was look around at the globs of cum that had splashed across her coffee table and sofa.

“I knew I was going to cum a lot, since I’m really attracted to you,” he muttered to her in hushed embarrassment, and she nodded in understanding as she started to clean up the mess they had made.

“I just didn’t know it would be so messy!