Saturday Morning (Part 1): Mrs Petersen
Author's note:
All characters in this store are over the age of 18. This is a fictional story and any resemblance to any person or place is purely coincidental. I hope you enjoy this story.
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It was early Saturday morning and I was awoken by the sound of something smashing against the wall, I could hear my father's voice bellowing through the house, it was obvious he was still suffering the side effects of the booze of the night before and I was in no mood to stick around for this show. I quietly got up, quickly put on a t-shirt and my rugby shorts, I was in such a rush I did not even waste time in putting on underwear and climbed out the window.
I must have walked the streets for a few hours until I thought it was late enough to go visit my friend Jack. He stayed a few kilometers away from my house with his mom. His dad was never in the picture, he never elaborated on why not but on mornings like this it was something I envied.
When I got to the house, I knocked on the door and his mom opened up, she was standing there in a blue one piece overall with a plumbing wrench in her hand and a strand of hair in her face. "Hi Mrs Petersen, is Jack here", I greeted. "Nope, he is gone this weekend to the rugby camp" she replied. Damn it, I forgot about the fact that he was part of the team that went on the weekend trip. "Oh, thanks..." I responded as I started to turn around and walk away.
She must have heard the disappointment in my voice. "Do you want to come in?" she asked, "I am doing some maintenance to the kitchen sink that is leaking, I could use the company and assistance if you like?"
I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around, this was after all the best offer I had on the table and far better than going home. "Sure" I replied and entered the small home. I followed Jack's mom to the kitchen, the house was small but well looked after and always neat.
When we got to the kitchen, I could see that the two cupboard doors in front of the sink were standing open, a toolbox open on the floor next to the door on the left and the contents of the cupboards had been neatly packed out.
Jack's mom smiled at me and said, "let me get this sorted and then I will make us some coffee", as she got down on her knees and started picking up the pieces of the new drain trap she was installing.
Jack's mom was a very young mom I think she was around 17 when she had Jack, she was about 5 foot 3 with medium length brown hair and a rather athletic body for an older woman. Standing behind her, looking at her ass filling the one piece overall as she bent down in front of me made me feel both lustful and ashamed, this was my best friend's mom I was busy looking at and she was less than twice my age. I shook my head to get the image out of my head as she rolled over onto her back and started installing the new trap.
We started chatting, she asking me why I was so down and I started explaining about my dad and his post drinking temper which made me leave the house early this morning. She listened intently without commenting or giving suggestions or advice while I told her my story. It was actually quite pleasant being able to talk to someone without the unsolicited advice or judgment being added to the conversation. She merely listened and spoke when needed to keep the conversation flowing.
"Come give me a hand please", she called out from under the sink, and I cautiously moved closer. "Come closer, help me tighten the top ring while I hold the bottom one in place", she instructed me, the only place for me to do so was to stand over her and squat as I placed my hands on the locking ring on the top of the trap to start turning it.
I could not see much of what I was doing, given my position I had to do the job by touch so my eyes drifted down, between my legs was Jack's mom, the zip on the overall down low enough to show her cleavage, and I could not help but notice how perfectly round and lushes they looked. They were not huge, probably a full B cup, which was far more my preference in any case. My balls were literally dangling a few centimeters above those beautiful breasts. I shook my head as I tried to bring my brain back to reality as I finished tightening the locking ring in place.
As soon as I finished, I moved back a little so I could stand up and as I was about to stand up, I saw Jack's mom looking into my eyes. "Is that thing pointing at me or is it just pointing in general?", her eyes lowering to my shorts as she asked the question.
I looked down, being caught off guard at the question and noticed I was sporting an erection that at any other time would make me feel proud, pushing against my shorts and pushing the elastic waist band of the rugby shorts away from my stomach.
I stammered and eventually got out,"...at you" sheepishly. She allowed me to stand up and she stood up as well. "Is this how you act around your friend's mom?" she asked. My face must have been blood red from embarrassment and I had lost my words completely.
"Go stand there at the table and put your hands flat on the table" she instructed. I swallowed hard but obeyed her instruction, I doubt I would have done it under any other circumstances but I was so embarrassed and in shock for being caught out I was more in auto pilot mode than anything else.
Once I was at the table, my flat hands on the table, I was suddenly shocked as I felt her pull my shorts to the ground with one swift motion. Here I was, standing in the kitchen of my best friend's mom's house, with my shorts around my ankles, my hands on the kitchen table and I had no idea what to expect.
I suddenly heard a loud smack, followed by a stinging sensation on my right ass cheek, my hard cock immediately starting to subside. "Is this the way you should react around your friend's mom?" she asked softly in my ear. I was about to turn around and storm out the door, if I wanted to get smacked around, I could have just stayed at home.
She sensed I was about to move and put her left hand on my back, stopping me from moving while using her right hand to gently stroke my ass cheek where she just spanked me. Moving it backwards to the other cheek and then between my legs to gently tickle my balls.
The sensation made me freeze in my tracks and my hard-on returned with even more of a vengeance. I felt her hand move away from its fondling and a second later I heard another smack followed by another stinging sensation on my left ass cheek this time. Again, my erection started waning and again her hand started fondling again, bringing my erection back even stronger as the stinging subsided.