Amanda Awakens - Son's Best Friend Jarrod
(This is a continuation of the awakening of Amanda. To get full context of the storyline it is suggested that you read the previous segments of this saga Amanda Awakens --...... I hope that you enjoy reading it.)
Logan and Amanda's oldest child Jeff was now eighteen and a senior in high school. He had grown up to be a quite handsome athlete, playing football and running track. It was not unusual for a group of Jeff's friends to be hanging around the house playing games, watching tv or swimming in their pool.
Most of the boys that hung around had grown up with Jeff since kindergarten and were considered a part of the family. At least half of them had been students in Amanda's Sunday School class as well.
The fact of the matter was, all of the young boys loved to hang out at Jeff's house because they thought that Jeff's mom was the hottest MILF in town.
It was a warm and sunny late spring Saturday morning. The sun was shining bright and the temperature had already risen to70 degrees by 10:00AM. Amanda had just completed cleaning the house and doing the laundry. Logan was playing golf with the boys as he called them, and Lisa had gone to the city with the family of one of her friends.
With Jeff gone to his cousin Mark's house for the weekend, Amanda now had the house and the rest of the day all to herself. "What to do," she asked herself out loud as she entered her bedroom to shower and dress for this warm spring day?
Prior to entering the shower Amanda began searching through her chest of drawers for an appropriate spring outfit to wear. As she searched, she came upon the bathing suit that Logan had insisted that she buy when they were on one of their shopping trips to the city. She had not yet worn it because it had been too cold at the time and she wasn't sure that she was comfortable wearing it in public even though it was a one-piece suit.
The white suit was cut high on the hips with a thong back. The top featured a halter tie and a scoop neck, leaving the back completely bare. There was a gold two-inch chain mesh fashioned into a cape that fit over the top front of the suit giving it a hint of color and glam.
As Amanda ran her fingers over the unlined shiny white material it occurred to her that the pool had been filled for over two weeks now.
She thought to herself, "It's a beautiful sunny day, the pool is ready and I'm here alone. Why not spend the rest of the morning sunning by the pool in my sexy new swimsuit?"
She quickly stripped her clothes off, placing them in the hamper and stepped into the sexy swim suit. From the front the suit appeared to be a conventional one-piece swimsuit. From the back though she was nearly nude.
As she twisted and turned in front of the floor length mirror she though, "This isn't so bad, as a matter of fact it is gorgeous. What was I so paranoid about?"
Pulling her long red hair into a pony tail she walked into her closet and stepped into a pair of suede platform mules, increasing her five-foot two-inch height to almost five-foot seven-inches.
As she exited the closet, she grabbed a wicker hat and her blue sunglasses.
Going to the hall closet Amanda grabbed a large white beach towel then headed down the stairs. Her heels clicking with each step.
When she reached the kitchen she though, "Hmmm.... I'll need something to drink." Ten minutes later she was heading out to the pool deck with a glass and a pitcher of margaritas.
The image of beauty and grace she was wearing the shiny white swimsuit, a pair of six-and-a-half-inch royal blue platform mules, a red wide brim wicker hat with a blue and white ribbon, and dark blue sunglasses.
Placing the pitcher and glass on the table next to the chaise lounge she poured herself a margarita taking a big long drink. "I need that she said out loud as she began connecting her iPhone to the new Bluetooth sound system that Logan had installed in the patio and pool area. Scanning through her options she selected a collection of tunes performed by the Kings of Leon.
By the time Amanda had the tunes going and was ready to get comfortable on the chaise lounge she needed to pour herself another drink. "As she settled on the chase, she thought to herself, "Easy girl, you know that tequila makes you horny. Logan isn't much for sex after a long day on the golf course."
Looking down at her chest she realized that the modest scoop neck of her bathing suit, due to her impressive 36DD breasts, showed a considerable expanse of cleavage. Also, due to the tequila her large nipples were poking through the material of the suit.
From her point of view, she was unaware that in the bright sun light the areola surrounding each of her very hard nipples were in full view through the unlined material of her swimsuit.
"Good thing that I am here alone or someone would be getting an eyeful," Amanda said aloud as she took another large gulp of her drink and then began pouring another.
Sipping on her third margarita Amanda reclined on the chaise lounge chair listening to the tunes, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Adjusting her very dark tinted blue sunglasses to shield her eyes from the glare of the sun reflecting off of the pool, her mind wandered back to the surreal photoshoot in Eddie's studio.
"Ohhh...," Amanda let a little moan escape from her lips as she thought about how it felt to be fucked by those huge black cocks.
As she poured the last margarita from the pitcher the song "Sex on Fire" began playing. "How appropriate, Amanda thought to herself. Just then she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, movement at the gate to the back yard. It was Jeff's friend Jarrod.
"Hello Missus B! How are you this fine sunny day," inquired the 6-foot 7-inch football and basketball player wearing an Oakland Raiders cap, Oakley ultra-dark sunglasses, a form fitting Lakers tank top, and blue satin basketball trunks that went to below his knees.
Jeff and his friends and teammates had just celebrated Jerrod's eighteenth birthday in her backyard two weeks ago. "Just stopped by to see if Jeff wanted to hang a bit."
Jarrod plopped himself down in a chair across from her. Even though he had on very dark tinted sunglasses Amanda could feel his eyes traveling up and down her body as she lay in the chaise across from him.
"Mmmmm, Sorry Jeff old bro, but yo Mamma be one fine piece of MILF ass," he thought to himself.
"Shit! Look at those fine tits of her's! Damn! Her nipples look like they are going to poke through that suit," he continued his conversation in his mind as he not so subtly stared at Amanda. Then as he scanned down her body, "Fuck! Look at that. Her snatch is wet!"
Feeling self-conscious Amanda adjusted her position so that Jarrod wasn't looking directly between her legs. At the same time, she realized that her nipples were rock hard and prominently on display. She just hoped that there was no visible damp spot on her crotch, it felt sopping wet.
"Actually, Jeff isn't here today. He went to his cousin Mark's house for the weekend," Amanda stated.
"Dang!! Everyone is gone or busy. I thought that we would shoot some hoops and play some video games." Jarrod frowned.
They both sat silent for a few minutes, Amanda sipping her margarita. From her vantage point she could make out the outline of what appeared to be a sizable cock snaking down the leg of his thin satin shorts.
"Oh-my! Surely that isn't what I think it is," she thought.
Then she thought, "Amanda what are you doing? This young man is your son's best friend."
