Trevor Buchalter was my best friend in high school. A really smart kid, he'd actually managed enough advanced courses to graduate a year ahead of the rest of us normal kids. We lived just a few houses down from each other, and I spent probably as much time at his house than at my own. I was kind of a latchkey kid and Trevor's mom worked from home. I'd also developed the worst crush on her growing up.
Trevor's dad had met her while in the Navy, stationed in Japan. He'd knocked her up real young, and they'd gotten married as a result and moved back to the States. When Trevor was just 1, his dad died in a boiler accident during his next deployment, so they had the pension and insurance. At first, Fumiko's spoken English wasn't great, but her written English was, and it landed her a job doing translations, which took care of most of the bills.
She was four foot eleven with lustrous dark hair and piercing black eyes that sparkled when she laughed. She had that ageless youthful glow that only Asian women seem to get. She had a tiny waist but absolutely huge tits that had just the slightest sexy sag to them. Just looking at them made my mouth water. Counterbalanced by a nice round ass the whole package was the epitome of cuteness.
Trevor and I had been on the Basketball and Baseball teams, so I was sad to see him go, but also happy he'd gotten the opportunities he had. At six two, I'd been point guard on the Basketball team, and one of the better pitcher's on the Baseball team. Off season I hit the gym and lifted weights. Looks-wise I guess I took after my dad with ebony skin and fine features, but with my mom's eyes.
When Trevor left he'd taken me aside and asked me to keep an eye on his Mom. I'd just turned 18, and felt that it was maybe the first real adult thing I'd done. So, a couple times a week I'd check in on Fumiko, and take care of any chores that needed doing around the house. Mowing the lawn, trimming the hedges, taking care of the pool chemicals and strainer.
I was taking the hose around to top off the water in the pool from the spigot on the side of the house when I saw her sunning herself. Topless. I stopped dead in my tracks and just stood there staring at her breasts. She had rather large areolae and super cute nipples that I just couldn't look away from. It was a good minute and a half before she noticed me and hastily covered herself, blushing with embarrassment. Grabbing a towel and bolting for the house.
She didn't bring up the subject, so neither did I. But, there was a subtle change in how she acted around me which gradually became more and more noticeable. Just in the way she dressed, there'd been a trend toward more revealing wardrobe choices. Or maybe it was just my imagination.
I had the ladder out of the garage and was cleaning out the gutters. I'd worked my way around three quarters of the house when I saw her through the window. She was naked, laying on her bed with a big black dildo that she was fucking herself with. The ladder made a noise as it shifted slightly under my weight, and her head turned to look out to where I was. I had expected a similar reaction to the pool incident. Instead, she looked directly into my eyes as she arched her back in orgasm, never slacking her pace.
Grabbing a silky kimono robe, she slipped the dong back into her nightstand and headed off toward the bathroom. I finished the gutters, took the trash barrels in from the curb, put the ladder away, and headed home. I had some business that needed taking care of.
I had drop cloths spread out, and the furniture all moved to one side. She wanted to repaint the room. We were taping off the baseboards and window trim and she was wearing a blouse with a plunging neckline and bending over strategically whenever she thought I might be looking making sure I could see her breasts swinging freely. It took a couple of days to finish, but pulling up the masking tape was kind of the same drill.
"You know I saw you." I finally blurted out.
"I know, Kent. You seen me being naughty." she admitted. "Did you like that?"
"Fumiko, your Trevor's mom." I replied.
"I know. I seen the way you look at me, Kent. For a long time, now." She stated. "I know you seen my boobs. You like them. So, I tease you. It's fun."
"Fumiko, that's beside the point! You're Trevor's mom." I muttered. So, it wasn't my imagination, and she was doing it on purpose.
It was just a few weeks before the school year ended, and Trevor would be home. Fumiko came to my high school graduation. Watched me as I got my diploma, and afterwards came up and gave me a nice big hug. I could feel her massive fun bags pressing into me, felt her rub ever so slightly as she congratulated me, there with my mom and dad. Her nipples were hard. I could feel my cock pushing against my pants. Thank god for the graduation gown.
She'd asked me over to move some boxes of stuff up from the cellar, mostly old toys and clothes she wanted to donate. She was wearing another of her silky low cut kimono robes and the ties were so loose that when she moved or bent over I'd see her boobs swaying suggestively. She was showing them off to me, shamelessly.
"Thank you, Kenton." She said as she gave me another big hug. Her lips puckered and she stood on her tiptoes to give me a peck on my mouth. I had to get home. Quickly.
The good news was that when Trevor got home, things settled down to normal. Sure, Fumiko would shoot me a flirty glance when she knew he wasn't looking, but mostly our dynamic returned to something akin to what it always had been. I was comfortable with that.
The bad news was that Trevor had gotten a fellowship. Full ride. But it would begin in just a few weeks at a college halfway across the country.
We'd been down at the middle school shooting hoops, when I fessed up.
"Your mom. She's kinda been coming on to me, bro." I said, queuing up a three pointer and nailing it.
Trevor laughed. "That's a riot. Like it hasn't been your wet dream for years now?"
"It's your mom, dude!" I gasped going in for an easy layup.
"Yeah, I'm aware. But I know for a fact she is lonely at times, and that dong in her nightstand isn't black by chance Kent. I'm just saying that she's a grown woman and I can't be making her mind up about what she does or doesn't want." Trevor said, popping a jumper from the foul line.
"I just don't want to chance it. What if things got weird?" I said.
"Look. I'm not saying you should go for it, but if shit happens between you, then all I ask is that you treat her right." Trevor said.
"Are you giving me the green light to get with your mom?" I asked somewhat aghast.
"I'm just saying what I'm saying." Trevor grinned back.
A few days later Fumiko was kissing Trevor goodbye at the front door. I helped to load the suitcases into the trunk of his car and gave him a bro hug and a fist bump before he climbed in and took off. Fumiko and I stood there in awkward silence for a while. I could feel her eyes on me. I swear I could smell her.
"I'd better get going." I finally managed.
"Goodnight, Kenton." She said reaching for my hand and giving it a squeeze.
A couple of days later Fumiko texted me that she needed help to move the washing machine so she could clean behind it.
