All characters are over 18 years of age.
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18 years old Paul is sipping some orange juice in the living room of his best friend's house right now. He and Ethan practically grew up together and have always been like brothers. The two of them hung out together since they were about seven or eight years old, when Ethan's mom was still a married woman, before divorce happened. The 18 years old boys have always been and will always be close, even though they are complete polar opposites of each other. Ethan is a very handsome boy who is regularly getting fucked by the female footballers. A lot of other guys call him a slut for it but the nerdy Paul always stands up for his best friend.
Ethan's mom Malia Cortez is a 40 years old veteran of the War in Afghanistan. She went straight into politics soon after being honorably discharged and is now a Senator. The beautiful woman has a classically beautiful face and a stunning body, especially for someone her age. She has managed to remain in perfect shape even after leaving the Army. Her firm, round breasts are on top of flat, washboard abs and her arms and legs are very muscular too. She looks really perfect and knows it too, being proud of her body shape. Even today she draws lingering glances from men all the time, despite not dressing up a lot.
Unbeknownst to anyone, she has set her sight on her son's best friend for some time now. Malia doesn't know how it happened but at one point she fell in love with Paul. He is so sweet, cute and gentle, and she just wants to be with him so badly. She doesn't care about the age gap. Age is just a number and that's all. No one should have any say about her and Paul except for the two of them, right? Well, Ethan would get a day too, since he is her son and Paul's best friend. She'll tell him first before banging Ethan. That's what she has always told herself every day.
It keeps getting harder to hold back her desire though. He is just so adorable she wants to grab him and have her way with him. Suddenly, her tall son returns to the house with a bag full of some snacks for them. Ethan walks over to where Paul is sitting and sets it down on the table. Paul smiles brightly. The two of them take turns buying the snack and today's Ethan's day. Paul's hand immediately goes into the bag and Malia imagines how it would feel going into her. She chided herself for having such perverted thoughts all the damn time but it's impossible to just shake off.
"Great choice, man," Paul remarks as she peels a banana. "These are really delicious and keep us slim too." He is not very concerned with his appearance except for his overall shape and having a clean shaven face, which means that he watches what he eats and shaves a lot. He then allows himself one tiny bit of chocolate after eating the banana. Paul might not be as fit as Ethan is but he isn't out of shape at all and looks ok, especially considering that he does not work out. "Wanna watch something on Netflix? Maybe Stranger Things?" Paul asks his best friend after putting the banana peel in the garbage bag.
"Yeah, sure," Ethan says. "Just let me go to the toilet first. I really need to take a shit right now. Probably back in ten minutes." While he goes to the toilet, Ethan heads to the kitchen to get some water. Malia watches him as he refills the glass. Her satin panties get really wet as she looks at him there in her kitchen. She realizes that she can not hold it back any longer. The older woman makes her way over to him. She feels her heart beat wildly in her chest. This is the moment she's been waiting for. Her son isn't here right now and she can have some fun with Paul.
The older woman places her hands on his shoulders and massage him gently. Paul spins around in surprise. "Oh, hi Ms. Cortez!" he says politely. Malia is making him feel flustered. It's strange for him to have an attractive woman's hands on his body. Then she decides to slide those hands down his stomach and move them dangerously close to his groin. Paul backs away and his back hits the fridge door, making him wince. "Um, what are you doing?" he asks her in a nervous tone. "I don't think this is really appropriate." She grabs his fly and is about to unzip him. "Please stop. You are my friend's mom."
Malia grabs his balls through his pants with her left hand and the boy gasps in shock, not thinking she would be this audacious. His cock is now fully hard and she wraps her right hand around it. "Exactly, baby," Malia whispers. "Who do you think my son would believe? You, darling, might be his best friend, but I'm his mother. I gave birth to and raised him. He will believe me over you when I tell him that you tried to force yourself on me. I know you'd never do something like that but I also know my son will take my word for it." Paul starts sweating as she gives him a devilish smirk, before fondling his genitals through his pants. "That's a good boy. You're begging to be raped by a woman like me with how cute you are." She strokes his penis through his pants, caressing it and pumping the rod, feeling how engorged his manhood is.
"Ms. Cortez, I'm really flattered, but me and your son have been friends since we were kids," Paul now protests again, hoping she would listen to him. "We can't do this to him. I think you should stop before he is back. You're really beautiful but I don't want to ruin your relationship with your son." Malia feels a bit guilty about what she is doing but Paul is too cute and she loves him too much to let go of his cock and balls, now that she has hold of them. So she continues to squeeze his dick and rub his balls as he tells her to stop. "Stop, Ms Cortez. I'm begging you, stop now," he tells her as she pumps his shaft.
There is the sound of footsteps coming back from the bathroom. Malia quickly releases Paul and he adjusts his pants to cover his erection. He then grabs the glass of water and heads back to his place on the couch, willing his erection to go away. When he realizes that he can't get it to go down in time, the boy quickly whips his phone out and goes to his photo gallery. He can't get rid of the erection so he needs a believable excuse for it. That way, his friend won't suspect a thing. Soon, he finds what he is looking for and pretends to have been staring intently at it the whole time.
"That Anikka Albrite really has one fine ass, doesn't she?" Ethan remarks once he sees his friend staring at the picture on the screen with a hard dick. The two of them are very comfortable this way, often discussing their sexual topics with each other. They even kissed each other once in a game of Truth or Dare, but that was as far as it went. "You can jerk off to her later but I really want to watch Netflix now." Paul nods. He can feel Malia's eyes on the back of his head and turns around to look at her while Ethan is grabbing the remote. He blushes from the way she is grinning at him, biting her lower lip seductively.
While he and Ethan watch TV together, Paul gets some text messages. It's good that his phone is on silent mode, only vibrating against his leg. He checks it out and nearly gets a heart attack when he sees pictures of a hairy pussy, along with 'I checked your browser when you let me borrow your phone, so I stopped shaving, just for you.' That one is also followed by 'I've cooked you so many meals, so you owe me some payment. Pay for my hospitality with your dick. Fuck me.' As if that's not enough, Malia also texts 'Or are you an ageist? That's the only reason a teenage boy would refuse to fuck someone as hot as I am."
Paul knows that he has no chance of winning an argument with her. She is a very eloquent person, who knows all the right thing to say. Hell, Malia is a politician! The boy therefore only takes deep breaths to calm himself down and then pretend that nothing happened when he finally says bye and leaves the house. Malia smirks, knowing he would soon be at home in his bed, jerking to her hairy bush. She could tell from how he walked that he was trying to hide his erection. Right now she has something to take care of though. As her son is switching off the TV, she thinks about how she can convince him to approve of her going after his best friend.
"Honey, can I please talk to you for a second?" Malia says. Ethan nods and tells her to wait just a few seconds as he goes over to and tidies up some stuff in his room. She drums his fingers on the table, thinking about how she is going to have to be her most persuasive here. This is probably the only thing that she might fail at spinning. Even the most smooth talking woman could fail to get her son to agree with her sleeping with his friend. "Take your time. I'm not in a hurry," she calls out in Ethan's room's direction. The more time he spends in there, the more time she has to think about what to say to him.
Ethan could tell that it's pretty serious by his mother's tone so he just do it as quickly as he can, putting stuff in place, then hurrying back to the living room where his mother is waiting for him. "I just finished up in there, mom," he tells her and sits down on the opposite chair with a nervous smile on his face. He is a troublemaker and worries that she is onto something he did. "So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" Ethan tells himself that if it's bad then she would have made him sit down for a lecture right away instead of letting him go off into his room to clean up first.
"I'm in love with Paul," she says to her son. Ethan sits there, gobsmacked. He stares at her in shock as she goes on. "I made a move on him in the kitchen when you were gone but he said no to me because I'm your mother, so I just grabbed his dick. He kept telling me to let go though. Could you please tell me that you're okay with him dating and sleeping with me? Also ask him what type of stuff turns him on because I really want to make that boy horny for me." She looks at her son in a pleading way, hoping he would be nice enough to help her out with this problem.
"What the hell, mom?" he cries out. "So let me get this straight. You hit on my best friend who I grew up with and he, being a loyal friend, said no. Then you grabbed his genitals. Isn't that totally sexual assault? And now you want me to help you? No, no, no. I don't want to play any part in this." Ethan then gets up from his chair. "I can't believe you just said all that to me. I have to go back to my room to get a bit of rest now. I honestly can't believe it."
