Fuck, why did I agree to stay at Andy's house?
I mean, it's only 10 PM, and he's already asleep.
To make things worse, he didn't even give me a blanket to sleep with, so I have to resort to making do with a throw pillow.
"Hey Sean, want a blanket before I pass out after bitching about my girlfriend for a couple hours?"
Would it really have killed him just to say that?
Admittedly, wanting to hang out with him is really only half the reason I came by.
The other half?
His mom is hot.
Like, smoking hot.
Hell, I practically busted a nut in my pants when she said I could call her by her first name, Olivia, instead of Mrs. Ericks.
Mr. Ericks is alright too. He's nice, but Olivia is definitely out of his league.
She's pretty average height for a woman, and has red hair that falls to her shoulders and brown eyes. Like most redheads, she's pale as well, which only makes her more beautiful to me. She's kind, and is always fun to talk to.
And to be crass, she has an amazing body and loves to flirt when her Mr. Ericks and Andy aren't around. She always wears tight yoga pants or leggings when it's colder, and short shorts when it's warm outside, which shows off her amazing legs. Not to mention her shapely ass. Also a plus of hanging out here, she will occasionally walk around without a bra, letting me see her nipples through her shirt. And once, she even just wore a sports bra, which obviously did nothing to hide the fact that she has very large tits.
Tonight, she was wearing a big red sweater that unfortunately hung past her ass, along with some black leggings.
Didn't matter, as I still would fuck her since she looked adorable dressed like that.
Thinking of her like this, I start to get hard.
"Shit, can't exactly rub one out here..." I say, rolling over in case Andy wakes up.
After waiting for it to go down by thinking of things other than Olivia, I decide to get up and go upstairs to see if anyone else is awake.
I walk into the living room, and see Mr. Ericks passed out on the couch, with the history channel on the television. The volume is almost deafening.
Christ, how can he sleep with this on?
I'd turn it off, but I'm used to my dad waking up if I ever did that to him, so I decide to leave it alone.
I walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water, when I see that the porch light is still on.
Considering that no one else is in this house, it must be Olivia.
After pouring myself a glass of water, I head on outside. When I open the door, I hear... well, strange noises. Almost like a man and a woman moaning?
Almost instantly, the noises stop, so I think nothing of it.
I step around the corner, and I see Olivia looking a little frazzled, with her phone face down on the table.
"Oh, Sean! What are you doing out here?" she asks, calming down.
"Andy fell asleep so I came upstairs, and I saw the light on, so..." I say, my voice trailing off.
"Did he really? God, the one night he goes to sleep at a decent hour, he has a friend over! Honestly..." she says, laughing to herself. "Well, come sit with me then! I don't mind talking for a bit!" she says, motioning towards the chair across from her.
I'd have to be dumb as shit to turn down that request.
I take a seat across from Olivia, placing my water on the table.
"Thirsty, huh?" she says, trying to start a conversation.
Yeah, for you.
"Yeah, I forgot to bring my water bottle with me this time, so I had to use one of your cups." I respond.
"Oh honey, don't act like it's a problem! It's one cup! I mean, we have plenty of them!" she reassures me, smiling.
I smile back, unsure of what to say next. All I can really think about is what she was watching before I came out here. To be honest, it sounded a lot like porn.
Not that there's anything wrong with that. I mean, we all have our desires. It's just the thought of Olivia sitting out here, watching some depraved porn thinking no one else is awake is something nice to think about.
Of course, I'm mentally slapping myself for not waiting longer to see if she would start to get handsy with herself, but what can you do.
"So..." I say, my thought process starting to get back on track. "What were you doing out here all by yourself?" I ask.
"Well, I'm sure you noticed that Greg passed out watching TV, even though we were supposed to watch some movies together." she says, laughing. "So, I decided to just spend some time out here to relax. It's a little chilly, but I think I'll probably just take a hot shower when I'm done." she tells me.
Trying not to think about her soaped up in the shower, I stay on topic.
"I'm sorry he fell asleep. I'd love to watch movies with you." I flirt.
She rolls her eyes jokingly.
"Oh, hush. Besides, I like to talk way too much during movies." she jokes.
"Hey, I'm talkative too. It could be a lot of fun." I say.
"Well, maybe one day then." she smiles.
"I know some great movies too. Mostly thriller or horror movies, though." I say.
"Nope, not for me." she says, laughing. "I can't handle horror movies. They freak me out too much."
"I'll be there, so I think I'll be able to make you feel safe." I flirt.
She blushes and giggles at that.
"Aren't you a cocky one?" she quips.
I smile.
Then, an idea pops up into my head. I'm almost certain she was watching porn before I came out here. If I can get her to open it and I see it, I might be able to steer the conversation into something even more flirty and dirty.
"Actually, there's one movie I think you'd like. If you want, I could show you the trailer for it." I tell her.
"That sounds great!" she says, smiling.
I smile back.
I reach into my empty pocket, and feign being shocked.
"Crap, forgot my phone. Would it be alright if I used yours?" I ask.
"Sure, go right ahead!" she says.
I reach for it, and as I pick it up, a look of sudden realization forms on her face.
"Sean-" is all she can get out before I open her phone up.
And just as I expected, she was watching porn.
"Oh." I say, trying to play dumb.
And then, the video starts playing.
"Fuck me! Fuck, Jason!" the woman moans.
"God, Mrs. Jacobs..." the guy responds.
I glance at the title.
"My Son's Friend Fucks Me Hard"
I look around the screen, and see that she has it liked, favorited, and bookmarked.
And then, I notice who the guy looks like.
Me.
Tall, slim and pretty fit, brown hair, fair skin. I'm more well endowed than him, though.
All the while, loud moaning and sounds of bodies slamming into each other are coming from the phone. Olivia seems to be stirring in her seat.
"Sorry!" I say, handing the phone back.
Trying to act innocent is pretty hard when you planned all this out. It's also pretty hard when you're hard yourself.
"N-no, it's fine." Olivia says, seemingly nervous.
She takes her phone and clears her throat.
"So..." I start. "My Son's Friend Fucks Me Hard", huh?" I ask.
Her eyes widen at the fact that I read the title.
"I just clicked the first video I saw." she states plainly, trying to posture herself as calm and collected.
"It was bookmarked." I say.
"It must've been an accident, then." she says.
"Was liking and favoriting it also an accident?" I tease.
She stirs more in her seat.
"And what about the fact that the guy looked like me?" I ask.
Her eyes widen once again.
"That's..." she starts, her voice trailing off.
I smile, stand up, and walk next to her.
"It's okay." I whisper in her ear. "To be honest, I watch videos where the woman looks like you, too." I tell her.
I put my hands on her shoulders and start to rub them.
"Sean..." she says.
"No, really. I've had a crush on you for the longest time." I tell her.
"Sean, I'm married..." she responds.
"And? I don't really care about Mr. Ericks, to be honest." I tell her. "Besides, watching a video like that kinda tells me that you've had some thoughts about me as well." I tease her.
My hands drift from her shoulders down to her breasts, and I begin to grope them.
She looks up at me, and feeling ballsy due to the fact she hasn't slapped the shit out of me, I lean forward and kiss her.
She's obviously shocked at first, but she reciprocates the kiss eventually, even moaning as I continue to feel her soft breasts, groping them tenderly.
She breaks the kiss, and tries to push me away.
"Sean, we shouldn't." she pleads.
"Olivia, I know we both want this. It's why you kissed me back." I tell her.
I kiss her again, and she reciprocates once again.
I can feel my cock growing in my pants as our tongues begin to meet, and it takes no time at all to get completely hard.
"One thing about the video, though." I start, whispering in her ear. "I'm bigger than him." I tell her.
I reach down and pull my pants down and let my cock spring free, the cool air touching it.
She stares at it in shock, her mouth open.
A pretty normal reaction, considering I'm a little over eight inches.
"Jesus..." she whispers.
To my surprise, she reaches out for it on her own, lightly wrapping her delicate hand around my thick shaft. She gently lifts it up, staring at it, unable to take her eyes off of it.
And then, she blinks and lets go.
"I'm sorry... we can't do this." she says, standing up.
"Olivia-" I start.
"I'm going to go shower." she says, quickly making her way inside, leaving me standing there with my cock out.
I sigh, and sit down.
Well, I tried. She was accepting of it at first, but then I think she came to her senses.
I look down at my hard cock, and realize I'll probably have to jack off so I don't get blue balls after that. I reach down and start to stroke it, thinking about how soft her lips and tits were.
And then I start wanting to feel her again. She was into it at first, so what changed?
Maybe I just need to be more aggressive with her.
