Andreas Admirers

Chapter 1

When this was initially planned, the weekend was supposed to be a break from their girlfriends. A guy's weekend to party, water ski, and whatever else they decided to do. Since then, Mark and Rob's relationships had ended, so John was the only one with a girlfriend. Not that Valerie and he were doing well. She seemed to be constantly unhappy this past month. John tried to keep her happy, but it seemed like too tall a task.

For those reasons, John was probably looking forward to the weekend even more than Mark and Rob. John knew his parents would let him and his friends have the place for the weekend and as long as they didn't get too crazy, things would be cool. The place was already stocked with beer and liquor and they hit up the grocery that was the closest to his parent's lake house.

They had all finished up their sophomore year at college and the weather was warm enough to get the ski boat out. All in all, it should be a fun time and the guys were looking forward to it.

John pulled into front of the attached garage at around 5PM on Friday night. "Ok, guys, this is it."

Rob jumped out first, always the first to do damn near anything. "Damn, John, nice place."

Mark, the thoughtful one, said, "Yeah, man. Looks great. Thanks again for letting us use it this weekend."

"Well, you can thank my parents. They said we could have it to ourselves even though I'm sure they would have liked to have used it themselves."

"Man, your parents could have come, too," Rob said.

As John went into the garage and opened the door to the house, Mark and Rob went to the back of the SUV to get some bags.

Mark poked Rob in the ribs, "You dick. You just want to see John's mom."

Rob held his wrists together as if to say "arrest me." Then he raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders, "It ain't my fault that John's mom is a smokeshow."

Mark cautioned, "Come on man. This is John's mom we're talking about."

"I know. And I'm simply acknowledging that she is a fine woman."

"You're beyond help, you know that Rob?"

"Absolutely. Now catch!" Rob threw an ice bag at Mark. He barely caught it and somehow managed to not drop any of the grocery bags.

An hour later, the burgers were ready to come off the grill and they were already onto their second beers.

Rob took a swig before slicing a tomato. "Man, I could used to this."

"I second that," Mark agreed.

"I'm with you guys." John clinked his beer bottle with those of both his friends'.

After dinner, they decided to play "Drink Hard," a game where one watched "Die Hard" and took a drink every time someone uses a walkie-talkie, you hear a jingle bell, or someone is killed. Needless to say, with that movie, you'd be pretty drunk by the time John McClane throws Hans Gruber off Nakatomi Plaza.

They were near the end of the movie when they heard the door open. John stumbled to his feet and went towards the door.

"Oh, hey, mom. You surprised me."

Andrea Whipple stood there in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, but she looked pretty worse for the wear. Her big chest still managed to stretch out her t-shirt nicely and Mark and Rob both adjusted their cocks in their shorts as necessary.

"Sorry, honey, I didn't know where else to go."

"Where to go? What do you mean?"

"Oh, dad and I had a big fight that's all. Is it okay if I hang out here this weekend? I won't get in your guys way."

John looked over to his friends. This was supposed to be a guys only weekend and they had barely gotten started. "Well..."

Andrea looked down. "Oh, maybe I can find a hotel room or something."

Rob stepped forward, "That's ridiculous Mrs. Whipple. This is your place after all. It's fine."

Andrea looked to her son, "Are you sure, John?"

"Yeah, sure. Right guys?"

Mark and Rob agreed. "Right."

"Ok thanks. I'll stay out of your way." She started to move down the hall.

"I think we have a leftover burger if you're hungry."

"Thanks, John, but I'm not hungry." She slipped down the hall and towards one of the four rooms they had in this house.

Mark spoke quietly. "Damn, John, she seems really down."

"Yeah. Dad and her haven't been doing well lately. I don't know all the details since I've been off at college, but Carrie called me a month or so back because the fights were getting pretty bad."

"Well, this was a bit of buzz kill." Rob exclaimed. "I was well on my way to forgetting about Alexa. Drinking game?"

John looked hesitant.

"I mean if you think it's still cool with your mom being here."

"Yeah, sure. I mean, she said she didn't want to intrude, right?"

Mark was on board. "That's the spirit."

They were part way through a game of Sixes when Andrea came into the dining room.

Rob, good and drunk now, rushed over to her. "Mrs. W, want to play?"

Mark and John tried to shush him, but couldn't do it fast enough.

"I don't want to interrupt your guy time."

Rob took her by the hand, the liquor emboldening him. "We welcome the interruption. Come on." He practically dragged her over.

"Okay, how do you play?"

"Well," Rob explained. "You've got six cups, each a different size. You roll the die and then you have to chug the contents of the cup that corresponds to number on the die. The shot glass is 1, the champagne glass is 2, the Solo cup is 3, the wine glass is 4, the tumbler is 5, and the big Mason jar is 6."

"Here, let me show you." Rob rolled the die and gets a 2. He chugs the beer that is in the champagne glass. He hands the die to her. "You're turn."

"Okay," she said, slowly taking the die from his hand.

She rolled it and got a 3.

"Damn."

John starts, "Mom, you don't have to..."

Before he could finish, Andrea had picked up the Solo cup and proceeded to swallow the whole thing in one gulp.

"Damn, Mrs. W. That was impressive."

Andrea got a big smile on her face. It was the first time she had smiled all day.

Rob refilled the cups and Mark and John took their turns. When it came around to Andrea again, she rolled a 6. The Mason jar probably held 20 ounces of beer.

Mark looked concerned, "Mrs. Whipple, you don't have to drink it all."

But she grabbed the jar and started to chug. It took a while and some beer came spilling out on her shirt, but she did it.

"Damn, I did it." And she did a little jump.

Mark and Rob hoped that John didn't see the way they had to adjust their crotches after his mom's tits bounced in front of them so invitingly.

Thirty minutes later, they were all drunk, but perhaps none more so than Andrea, who had the worst dice luck. It was difficult for Mark and Rob to maintain composure as Andrea got more and more drunk. She hadn't done anything completely off the wall, but she was looser and laughing and that made her even hotter.

"Boys, I have to pee," she announced as she started stumbling down the hallway.

"I'll make sure she doesn't fall," Mark said as he followed her down the hall.

Mark stood outside the bathroom door, trying to keep his cock from getting fully hard. The more he tried to not think of his friend's hot mom, the more that was all he could think about.

"Shit!" Mark heard from inside the bathroom. Then "Shit. Oh no."

Mark lightly rapped on the door. "You alright, Mrs. Whipple?"

"No, I don't think so. Can you come in here?"

Mark knew this was probably a bad idea for him, not to mention his cock, but he slowly opened the door. He was not ready for what he saw. Andrea was face first on the bathroom floor with her shorts around her ankles. Her ass was on full display for him. Her curvy, shapely ass. His cock immediately hardened.

"Dammit. What happened?"

She laughed. "I fell getting off the toilet and I can't seem to get my shorts back on."

"Alright, let me help you up." He went behind her, pulled at her waist and got her to stand up. While he figured she only weighed about 130, she was mostly dead weight so Mark had to use all his strength to get her to her feet. In the process her naked ass rubbed right into his now raging hardon.

She reached a hand around to his waist and pulled him close. "Oh, that feels good." She rubbed her ass against his cock.

Mark was torn. He wanted this woman in a bad way, but this was John's mom! Plus, she was drunk and he couldn't take advantage of that.

He made her hold onto the bathroom counter while he bent down and pulled her shorts up. They were tight, especially over her curvy ass and hips, but he got them up. He turned her around.

"Ok. Let's get you buttoned up."

"You know, you are so cute." She bopped his nose with her finger.

"Uh, thanks, Mrs. Whipple."

She moved her finger down to his lips. "Shhhh. Call me Andrea, please."

"Ok, um, Andrea."

"Mark, may I call you Mark?"

"Um, sure."

"Mark, will you kiss me?"

He knew it was the liquor talking and, while he wanted to say yes to her, he couldn't. "Mrs. Whi...I mean, Andrea. I can't. Your drunk."

"I am not."

"Yes, you are. We should probably get you in bed."

"Oh, even better." He moved hands to his crotch. "Yes, taking me to bed sounds great, Mark."

There was no mistaking the hardness of his erection, so she knew he was turned on.

"To sleep, Andrea. To sleep. Come on."

"Hey guys, some help here," Mark called out down the hallway.

Rob and John came into the hall.

"John, your mom has had too much to drink. Can you help her to bed?"

She tried to push away from John. "I'm fine. I'm just a little tipsy. I was enjoying my time with you guys so much. Can't I stay a little longer?"

"Come on, mom, let's go." John moved to grab her, but she pulled away.

"Okay, fine, but only if THAT one helps me." She pointed to Rob.

Rob looked to John. John simply nodded to his friend.

Rob grabbed her arm and started down the hall. "Come on, Mrs. W."

They could hear her ask Rob to call her Andrea and then they disappeared into her room.

"Here we go, Andrea. Here's your room." Rob turned to leave.

"Rob, you can't leave yet. I'm not in my pajamas."

Rob felt his cock stirring in his shorts. He of course had never told his friend John about his feelings, but he has had it bad for her for a while. She had beautiful silky brown hair, a cute face, killer tits, and curvy hips that a guy could get lost in. Rob thought she kept her 40-something body in pretty good shape, too. Still, this was John's mom and she was drunk. He had to maintain control.

"Where are your pajamas?"

She pointed to the bag against the wall and he turned to get them out of the bag. He found the comfy looking flannel top and bottom pretty easily. What he found next was quite another thing.

When he turned back to her, Andrea had stripped her shirt off and her bra was snugly holding her DD breasts up.

"Rob, help me. I can't seem to undo my bra."

"Um, ok."

He stepped toward her, hoping she wouldn't notice how hard she was making his cock. He tried to avert his eyes from her gorgeous tits and went around behind her to undo her bra. After a few no-gos, he got the bra off and he promptly turned around to give her privacy.

"Turn around, Rob."

He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help himself. Some of what was happening were things that played out in his fantasies when he would jerk his cock to a scenario where John's mom said she wanted Rob in the worst way possible. He turned around.

"You can look at them, Rob. You can even touch them if you want. My husband used to like looking and touching, but that was a long time ago."

"Mrs. Whi...I mean, Andrea, I would love to. Believe me I would, but I can't."

"Why not?" she pouted.

"Well, your John's mom."

She grabbed him by the cock. "Yes, but I am also a woman. A woman who has needs that aren't being met like they should be."

"Fuck," thought Rob. "What I wouldn't do to meet those needs."

"Mrs. Whi...I mean Andrea, you're drunk. You don't know what you are saying." He handed her the pajama top.

Rob hated seeing the disappointment on her face, but he couldn't take advantage of her.

"Can you get your bottoms on by yourself?" Rob asked.

With a frown on her face, Andrea replied, "Yeah. Sure."

Chapter 2

Everyone was hungover, so no one stirred before 10 AM. Finally, by 10:15 the smell of bacon roused the three guys from their sleep.

John was the first to come into the kitchen.

"Damn, that smells good, mom."

"Well, I thought it was the least I could do after ruining your guy time."

"No worries, mom. I was just worried about you. Are you alright?"

"Sure, honey, I'll be fine."

"Pancakes are going to start being ready. Go wake your friends up."

Rob and Mark came in rubbing their eyes within 5 minutes. "Good morning boys!"

"Good morning, Mrs. Whipple."

"Ahem. I thought I told you guys to call me Andrea."

They looked at the ground. "Um, okay."

Both guys were happy to see Andrea in more clothes. Not that she didn't fill out her sweat pants nicely, but last night was almost too much for both of them. Mark had stroked his cock to completion while fantasizing that Andrea's nice ass was seated on his face while Rob envisioned rubbing his oiled cock between her breasts until he came all over himself.

After breakfast, John announced they were heading out for some skiing.

Somewhat reluctantly, John offered, "Mom, you can come in the boat if you want."

"No, I don't want to intrude in everything you do. I'm going to clean the pool and then maybe layout for a while."

"Ok, mom. You're the best. And thanks for breakfast." He gave her a peck on the cheek.

After they got going in the boat, Andrea changed into her swimsuit and started in on the pool. It was dirtier than she expected so she worked up quite a sweat scrubbing the sides and emptying the baskets.

After about 2 hours, John and the guys approached their dock. Rob and Mark jumped out to help secure the boat.

John started to gather the life vests. "Hey guys, I'll wrap up down here. Can you guys get the charcoal started. I'm dying for a big, juicy steak."

"Aye-aye," Rob said, complete with mock salute.

Coming up to the house, the jaws of both Mark and Rob dropped. Sun glistening off her body, there Andrea lay like a sun goddess waiting for her worshipers to appear. Rob and Mark would gladly sign up for that job. They tried to tip toe quietly through the door into the house.

Rob whispered to Mark as they started to get the charcoal going, "Damn, Mark, can you believe her?"

"Hardly, but come on man, that's John's mom."

"Yeah, so you keep telling me. Man, you wouldn't believe the show I got last night."

Mark raised an eyebrow, but he knew he couldn't help himself from talking about it either. "I might if only you believe what I got to witness."

"Oh, fuck no. What did you see?"

"The full and total lower half. Her ass on full display right into her shapely legs."

"No fucking way! Damn."

"And you?"

"She bared her tits to me. Even said I could touch them."

"What? And did you?"

"Fuck no. She was drunk. I may be a horny little bastard, but I don't ever do something a woman has not okayed first and if she's drunk, she can't really okay anything. But don't think I wasn't tempted."

"I'll bet."

"They were gorgeous, Mark. I'll tell you, her tits were full and round. Definitely not some saggy pair of 40 year old tits."

"Damn, Rob. We have got it bad, don't we?"

"Yep. Mark. We do."

Luckily for Mark and Rob's cocks, for lunch Andrea had put on a cover-up over her bathing suit. Just because she wasn't showing as much of her beautiful body, didn't mean she wasn't affecting them. The more they got to know her, the more enticing she became. All the more so as she continued to come out of her shell and be more comfortable with them. It was a bit awkward for John, but he was glad she was doing better. And Mark and Rob certainly didn't mind having her around.

It was the late afternoon and everyone was doing their own thing. Rob was watching a movie, Mark was taking a nap and John was reading when his phone rang.

Five minutes later, John gathered his two friends together.

"Guys, I really hate to do this, but I have to go see Valerie."

"Whhh-pssh." Rob made a whipping sound.

"Ha, ha. Very funny, Rob." John continued, "Look she's in a bad way. I'm going to run down there and talk to her. If I get lucky, I'll be back tonight, but I'll for sure be back up here later in the day tomorrow, so we can do some more skiing and hanging out."

"Do what you gotta do," Mark said supportively.

"I'm really sorry guys." John grabbed his car keys. "Hey, can you let my mom know?"

Chapter 3

Rob knocked lightly at Andrea's door with Mark right behind him.

"Andrea?"

"Yes, come in."

She was on the bed with a pair of shorts that showed off even more leg than the shorts from yesterday and a top that was riding up a bit to show off a little of her tummy.

Rob gulped as he went closer.

"Hey, John had to go down and see Valerie."

"Oh, is everything okay?"

Mark jumped in, "We think so. He didn't really elaborate, but it was something he felt like he had to do."

"So you're stuck with us tonight I guess," Rob stated.

"I guess I'll manage," she said as she winked at them.

They started to leave.

"Hey guys. I wanted to apologize for my behavior last night. I don't usual lose control like that. I hope I wasn't too flirty. Sometimes I'm like that when I'm drunk."

Rob spoke first. "It was no problem."

"Yeah, we've all been there."

"Okay. Great. I can help with dinner too."

"Sure. Thanks, um, Andrea."

After a nice dinner of pre-made lasagna, salad, and garlic bread, Andrea asked the guys what they were planning on doing.

Mark answered, "Well, with John gone we don't know."

"Probably no drinking, though."

"Good. I mean. It's probably good if I don't drink tonight."

"Movie?" Rob suggested.

"Sure," Mark agreed. He turned to Andrea. "You can watch it with us you know."

They settled on the Netflix version of Invisible Man. Andrea settled into the lazy boy and Rob and Mark were on the couch.

Part way through, Andrea got up and stretched. "Hey guys, I'm going to get a soda. Either of your want anything?

Both guys noticed her chest when she stretched and stumbled to get their answers out. Five minutes later, Andrea was back with three sodas and set them down in front of them.

"Hey guys, I'm a little cold, do you mind if I get on the couch with you?"

Both guys were quick to answer. "No, not at all."

Rob moved down to his left just a little and Andrea sat in between them.

Mark wasn't sure if she was deliberately doing it or if it was because of the scary movie, but after 20 minutes, he noticed all three of them were much closer together on the couch. She had nudged close to him and Rob closed the gap.

Just then, there was a jump scare on the screen and she grabbed Mark's leg. After the scare subsided, she didn't remove her hand. She was nonchalantly moving her hand up his leg. His cock was starting to grow and he was praying that she didn't notice.

Was his friend's mom trying to seduce him?

He stole a glance to his left and noticed her hand was on Rob's leg too. A minute later, Rob's hand was on her leg. Nobody said anything out loud, but they sort of all knew where they were heading.

Mark gave in and put his hand on her thigh. She was nice and warm and his cock stirred in his pants as an electric thrill ran through him.

Rob was not immune either. His cock was rock hard and all he could think about was this hot, needy mom next to him. He slid his hand to her inner thigh and forced her legs apart just a bit. He rubbed back and forth as her hands were going higher and higher on both guys legs.

By the time they reached the final ten minutes of the movie, Andrea's hands were fully rubbing their cocks through their shorts. Rob's hand was rubbing her crotch and Mark was caressing her inner thigh.