Mom And My Friends 1

MOM AND MY FRIENDS

CHAPTER 1

My name is Darrell. Growing up my friends always wanted to hang out at my house. Apparently they thought my mom was pretty. Some of them even told her so. She would just say something like, "Thank you. You're sweet." I didn't know why they thought she was pretty. She was just my mom. But I did think Billy Russell's mom was pretty.

I kind of got bored sometimes because we were always at my house. I wanted to go somewhere else. Sometimes I did go with some other guys, but my friends were at my house anyway. I wondered why Mom didn't get tired of it.

Some of Dads' friends thought Mom was pretty, too, I guess. Sometimes they were over to play poker, or watch a game, or something. I heard Dad tell them on more than one occasion to cool it. One time he slugged one of them and threw him out. I don't know what he did but I know he had been flirting with Mom.

My friends and I are all 18 or 19 now, and out of school. Some will be going away to college in a few months, but some are going to stay home and get a job. And they still want to hang out at my house. If they're not on a date or something, that is.

Mom seemed okay with them being there. I asked her once if she wanted me to tell them to go somewhere else, but she said no, she didn't mind them being there.She sometimes had to feed them lunch, or get snacks, or drinks, or something.

Some of the guys had become horny, frustrated young men. They didn't have girlfriends. They were the ones I became most sick of. They were always hanging around Mom. In the kitchen with her, or out in the yard if she was working in her flower garden, or carrying laundry for her. Always there. Sometimes I would come home from being out somewhere and one or more of them were there.

Mom had always hugged these guys growing up, and still did. But it looked to me like my friends were holding onto her longer than necessary.

Now that we were older my friends no longer said Mom was pretty. Now they said things like "Dude, you Mom is HOT, your mom's a MILF, I'd do her in a heartbeat, Damn look at those tits, look at that ass. I didn't like when they said these things and told them so. They told me "Chill, you look at girls like that, too."

"Yeah. But she's my Mom."

Let me tell you a little about Mom. She's 38, short, only about 5 ft. 3. She has long black hair. And, yeah, she has a nice body. She keeps fit. Her breasts are pretty big for a small woman, and she has a bubble butt. Everybody says she has killer legs, and a killer body. I guess I can see where they're coming from, but I just don't think of her that way. She didn't dress sluttily or anything. Usually shorts and a tank top if it was hot, jeans and a sweater in cooler weather. If she wore a dress or skirt it wasn't short.

Sometimes my friends could talk her into playing basketball with us, or football. They loved to tackle her. More often we would play a card game though. Or a video game. One time she asked what we were going to play and Donnie said, "How about strip poker?"

Mom said, "I don't think so." We played canasta.

I started noticing that a couple of the guys, when they came in, hugged Mom from behind and kissed her neck. They would hold her in the hug for much too long. Most of them had called her Mom over the years. If they said that now, she said, "I told you to call me Sheila or Mrs. H. I'm not old enough to be your mom." She was, because they were the same age as me, but she didn't want to be that old. Like all women, I guess.

The guys were touching her more and more, it seemed to me. Not her boobs or her ass or anything, but always putting their hands on her. When I asked her if it bothered her she said "They're just being teenage boys. No harm."

CHAPTER 2

Mom and Dad separated. They didn't tell me what problems they had, just that they needed to separate for a little while. They said it was temporary until they got things worked out.

Mom started going out with her friends. Sometimes when she got home I could tell she'd had a few drinks. I didn't fault her for that. I know she was dealing with some issues and a few drinks can ease the pain for a while.She had never been a big drinker, just a little here and there.

She also started dressing differently. More sexy, if you will. Her skirts were shorter, her shirts tighter and low-cut. Her shorts and jeans were all tighter. She always wore make-up and perfume. And she styled her hair differently. It looked like she was dating or something. But I think she just wanted to look nice for herself. To feel better about herself.

My friends took notice of this change, too. Several of them commented on how much hotter she was now, and how sexily she dressed. Plus, they knew Dad had moved out. They thought she was 'on the prowl'. They started hanging around even more than before.

One particular overly-friendly guy, Donnie, the one that suggested strip poker, took it upon himself to console Mom and make her feel better about the separation. He told her, "It is in no way your fault. He's an idiot to leave such a beautiful woman." He hugged her and told her if there was anything he could do, to just ask. He said he was there for her.

Donnie and Stevie were there one evening when Mom got home from being out with her friends. She acted like she had a couple of drinks. She was in a really good mood. She had on one of her newly acquired short skirts and one of those tops that don't have sleeves or go over your shoulders. Just held up by her boobs. Her skirt wasn't a mini skirt, but it showed plenty of leg. Which were covered with fishnet stockings.

Donnie, Stevie, and I were playing cards. She sat down across from us and chatted for a little while. I noticed Donnie eyeing her legs where her skirt had hiked up when she sat down. She asked if we wanted some snacks while we played cards. I said, "I don't know. What have we got?"

"I'll throw something together for you." She got up and headed to the kitchen.

Donnie got up, too. "I'll give you a hand."

"That's not necessary. You sit and play."

"I don't mind. You shouldn't have to do it all."

"You're so sweet."

Stevie and I played while we waited, then I went to the bathroom. When I came back I went to the kitchen to get a soda. Mom was at the counter making a snack tray of cheese, meat, and crackers. She also mixed herself a drink. Donnie was behind her massaging her shoulders. I rolled my eyes at him and said, "Dude. You're unbelievable."

We went back into the living room and sat down at the card table. Mom said, "You boys enjoy your game."

Donnie said, "Stay and play with us. It's always more fun with more people. And have some snacks. After all, you did all the work to fix them."

"Well, maybe for a little while. What're you playing?"

I said, "Just rummy. But we can play something else if you want."

Mom asked, "How about poker? And NOT strip poker. I always liked poker, but your Dad never let me play with him and his buddies."

"Sure. For money, or just for fun?"

"Let's play penny ante. No big bucks or anything, but make it more interesting."

We all agreed. Mom got a bowl with a bunch of change in it she always threw her change in and we all threw in a couple of dollars and got change.

Mom said, "I'm not sure about what hand beats another. I know some of them, but you might have to teach me."

"No problem," Donnie said. "I'll help you."

I dealt us all 5 cards and said we were playing 5 card draw, deuces wild. I asked Mom if she knew how to play.

"Yeah. I keep what I want and can trade the others in for new ones."

"That's right. Up to 3 cards."

We anted in a penny. Everybody passed on betting. Mom took 3 cards, Donnie took 3, Stevie 2, and I took 2. Mom bet a nickel, Donnie and Stevie saw it, and I raised a nickel. Mom called, Donnie folded and Stevie saw it. Mom beat my pair of kings and Stevie's pair of jacks with 3 5's.

After a couple more hands, after we had all taken our cards, Mom said she wasn't sure how good what she had was. Donnie said, "Let me see. I don't have anything and I'm going to fold." He got up and stood behind her. He put his hands on her bare shoulders.He pointed to her cards and whispered in her ear.

After 2 rounds of betting there was $1.78 in the pot. I called. Mom won with a full house. She squealed with delight. I wrote a list of what hands beat others for her. Donnie told her he would still help her if she needed it. She was actually doing pretty good. Better than us. Beginner's luck?

A few hands later she said she wasn't sure how many she should draw this time. Again Donnie stepped right up. He leaned over to look at her hand. He put his hand on her leg as he was giving her advice. She said okay, thanked him, and drew 2. Knowing what she possibly had, Donnie folded. Mom won $1.85 with a straight. She was beating us all, despite not knowing all the hands and odds. And despite being pretty tipsy. She had fixed herself another drink at this point. I was glad to see her enjoying herself, but a little worried about the drinking.

Donnie ran out money first. He scooted his chair over beside Mom and told her he would help her. "Not that you need it. You're cleaning up."

She said, "Thank you. I'm having beginner's luck I guess. But I know it won't last."

I knew what he was doing. He's such a horndog. He had his left arm on the back of her chair and his hand on her shoulder as he looked at her cards. Most of the time she knew what to do, but when she asked his advice, he leaned in to whisper in her ear and put his right hand on her leg. Eventually he moved his left hand from her shoulder to her leg, where it stayed. I knew she wouldn't let him do anything, so I said nothing.

She didn't clean us out, but Mom won more than anybody else. After about 2 hours of playing she said she was going to bed. She stood up and Donnie stood up and hugged her and said, "Thanks for playing with us. I really enjoyed it."

"Me, too. Thanks for letting me play. Good night." Donnie watched her walk away and up the steps.

"You're such a perv," I said.

"What?"

"You know what. You're not going to get anywhere with her."

"I know. But a boy can dream can't he?"

We called it a night. Donnie and Stevie went home and I went to bed.

CHAPTER 3

That weekend me and Mark and Jacob were at my house playing video games. Mom was there. Mark was another one that was always sniffing around her like a hound dog in heat.

Mom served us snacks. When she leaned over to sit the tray on the table her loose shirt hung down exposing her bra and tops of her boobs. Mark and Jacob took notice. When she asked if we needed anything else Mark said another soda would be nice. She retrieved it and Mark said "Thanks. Just sit it on the table." She did, giving them another boob shot.

A little later Mom came through on her way to the kitchen to start supper. Mark followed her and offered to help. When I went in there a little later Mom was at the counter fixing something or other. Mark was behind her pretending to want to learn how to fix what she was working on. He had his hands on her waist and his face beside her face watching. He was pressed against her back.

Later that evening Mark and I and Donnie were playing canasta. Jacob had gone home and Donnie had come over after his part time job.

Mom had changed into a tank top. She said she spilled something on her other shirt. She still wore her tight white shorts. She had drank about a half bottle of wine. She brought us a bowl of popcorn and stood by the table. Donnie put his hand on her back when he said "Thank you." His hand slid down onto her ass just before she stepped away.

I went to the bathroom a little later. When I came back Mom was at the table setting down some soft drinks. Again I saw Donnie's hand drop to her ass. This time it slid on down to the back of her leg. He said, "Mrs. H. You sure have great legs."

She looked down at her legs, then at him. "Thank you. I've had them since I was born." They both laughed at her joke.

I said, "Damn it, Donnie. That's my mom. Stop hitting on her."

Mom said, "Leave him alone. He's just being nice. He's not hurting anybody."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay."

Mom said she was calling it a night. She went up to shower and get ready for bed. She came back down about a half hour later. She had her pajamas on, which consisted of a pair of thin shorts and a t-shirt. She had a robe on, also, but it wasn't tied shut. Mark and Donnie both told her she looked really hot.

"It's just pajamas. What's so hot about it?", she asked.

Mark said, "I don't know. It just is. Looks sexy."

And Donnie, "It's more you than the pajamas. You just look good."

"Well. Thank you both." She came to stand by the table. "I just wanted to see if ya'll needed anything before I go to bed. And to say goodnight."

Mark reached out and touched her pajama shorts. "Are those silk? It looks like it." He was rubbing her leg more than the shorts.

"No. Just polyester or something."

Mark's hand was on her ass. "They feel really silky. And soft. I bet they're comfortable." All the while rubbing her ass.

"Yeah, I guess. Well, if ya'll don't need anything, I'm going to bed."

Mark, with his arm now around her hips pulling her against him, said, "Why don't you sit with us? You bring me luck. You don't have to play, just be my good luck charm."

"Well, maybe for just a little bit. It is a little early for bed, I guess. I was just bored. I'll go get a glass of wine and sit with you. I do enjoy ya'll's company."

When she came back she stood beside the table. There wasn't another chair. "Are ya'll playing that canasta I hear you talk about? I've never played that."

Mark said, "Yeah. Let me get you a chair and you can sit beside me and I'll teach you." He got the other folding chair and sat it right beside his and she sat down.

While we played his free hand was always on her somewhere. Laying on her leg, around her shoulders, or rubbing her back. He leaned into her to show her his hand and whisper his strategy in her ear. He said, "You smell really good."

"Thank you."

I was sitting to Mark's right, Mom was between me and him at the corner, so I could see what his hands were doing. And I did check. I knew Mom wouldn't let him do anything sexual, but she was a little drunk and might not be aware. So far he hadn't touched anything he shouldn't.

I saw his arm moving and looked to see what he was doing. He had his hand on the inside of Mom's upper thigh and was rubbing it back and forth. I said, "Mark, leave my mom alone."

Mom snapped at me, "You leave HIM alone. He's not doing anything. Just trying to show me how to play."

I put my hands up in a surrender gesture. "Okay. Sorry. Just trying to make sure nothing gets out of hand."

"Nothing's going to get out of hand. And he's not doing anything. I don't know what you think you saw. Now, just play your game."

We went back to playing. And so did Mark. His hand was dangerously close to her crotch. I promised myself that if he touched her crotch I would punch him whether she liked it or not. He never did. She got up and went to bed about a half hour later. I told Mark and Donnie if either one of them did anything to Mom I would kill them.

Mark said, "Nobody's going to hurt her. Just playful flirting and stuff. She likes it. It makes her feel good about herself."

Donnie said, "Yeah. Chill, Dude. It's just all in fun."

We stopped playing then and they went home.

CHAPTER 4

Wednesday evening I went to play basketball at the gym with some of the guys. We went out for pizza afterwards. When I got home about 11:00 PM Donnie was sitting on the couch beside Mom. They were watching a movie. Mom had a glass of wine and I could tell it wasn't her first. I sat down and Mom asked how the game went. I told her my side won, but it was just a pick up game, so it didn't matter. I asked what they were doing. "Just watching a boring movie. I thought it might be good, but it's not."

"Well, I'm going to shower."

"Okay, sweetie."

I showered and came out through the living room to say goodnight before going to bed. I saw that Donnie had his arm around Mom's shoulders and was whispering in her ear. I didn't much like it, but for fear of her jumping down my throat again, I kept quiet. I said I was going to bed, "Unless you think I should sit with you two."

"No, sweetie. You go on to bed. You're bound to be tired after playing ball."

"Okay, then. Goodnight. Holler if you need anything."

"We're fine. Goodnight."

I went to bed, but tossed and turned worrying about what Donnie was trying with Mom. After about half an hour I snuck down the hall to see. Donnie was stroking her hair and had his face buried in it. He was telling her how soft it was and how nice it smelled. She just said, "Thank you. I've always loved my hair. I think it's one of my best features."

Donnie said, "I don't know about that. I think your smokin' hot body is your best feature. And, of course, your beautiful face."

"Hush. You're naughty. But, thank you. Do you really think I have a good body?"

"Oh, hell yeah. Perfect. You're really hot. What us guys call a MILF, if you don't mind my saying."

"I've heard that term, but to be honest, I don't really know what it means."

"Really? You're serious?"

"Yeah. I know I'm a little naive when it comes to some things."

"Do you want me to tell you?"

"Yes. Please."

Donnie whispered it in her ear. She clapped her hand to her mouth and said, "Oh my God! Really?" Donnie smiled and nodded. Mom said, "I'm shocked. But, I guess I'm flattered, too. Do young guys really think of me that way? Do you?"

"Oh yeah. I most definitely do."

"Well, obviously that's not going to happen. But it does make me feel good to know I am still attractive."

I was glad to hear her say that. Their backs were to me, so I snuck quietly out to the kitchen to get a drink of water. When I peeked back in to the living room Donnie was kissing Mom's cheek and hugging her to him. He turned her face toward him so he could kiss her lips. She allowed him to for just a second, then pulled away. "Donnie, you shouldn't do that."

I made my presence known and said, "Sorry. I couldn't get to sleep and came out to get a drink. I hope I didn't interrupt your movie."

Mom said, "We're not really paying much attention to it. It's really bad. We're just talking, mostly. You go on to bed now. You need your rest. I'm going shortly myself."

"Okay. Goodnight." I figured since I had interrupted she would go to bed and Donnie would go home. But I hung back in the hall to see.

Mom told Donnie, "I guess I should be going to bed. It's late."

"Okay. I've really enjoyed our evening together."

"Me, too."

Donnie pulled her in to kiss her again. She let him. Longer than last time. When she pulled away he said, "Just a goodnight kiss."

"Okay." He kissed her again, and she didn't pull away. They kissed for a minute, or so. Then they were just hugging. Donnie rubbed her back as he held her. He pulled her in for another kiss. His hand went under her shirt in the back and rubbed her bare skin. I was mad, but needed to know how far Mom was going to let this go.

As I was behind them in the hall, I couldn't see much. So I crept to the kitchen where I could peek through the closed louvers of the bar between the kitchen and living room.

Mom was allowing him to kiss her. I guess it did make her feel wanted after Dad leaving. She just kinda sat there limp as he did. I watched as his other hand came up to her breast. She winced but didn't stop him. He just held his hand still for a few seconds to gauge her reaction. When she didn't say or do anything, he started gently squeezing her tit. He felt her up and continued kissing her, and she just sat there. His hand went down, under the bottom of her shirt, and back up. He was now feeling her tits through her bra under her shirt. I assumed she was wearing a bra, she always did.