It's late at night, and I'm at my friend's house trying to sleep.
Emphasis on the word trying, as my friend, Todd, is snoring too loud for me to actually sleep. I normally try to fall asleep before him, but this time I messed up. I knew I should've focused on sleeping instead of looking at my phone for an hour.
I close my eyes and try to force myself to sleep, but just like I expected, it doesn't work.
"Maybe I'll go upstairs and watch some TV or something." I think to myself, sighing.
I roll off of the blanket I laid out on the floor and stand up. The only light filling the room is the moonlight spilling in through the window. I glance in the window and look at myself. I observe my toned chest, abs, and shoulders, admiring the body I work hard to maintain.
"Probably should put a shirt on." I think to myself, slipping on my T-shirt.
It'd be kind of awkward if Mr. or Mrs. Winslow caught me just watching TV upstairs, shirtless. Of course, I don't think I would actually mind Mrs. Winslow catching me. I mean, I've fantasized about her since the day that I met her.
I'd love to grab a fistful of her long brown hair, yanking it back as I slam my dick in and out of her, watching her thick ass jiggle with each thrust. I'd also love to see those huge tits of hers bounce up and down as she rides my cock, her hands on my chest for support.
"Fuck, I better stop thinking about that before I get hard." I think to myself.
I begin to walk upstairs, and as I get near the top, I can hear the TV on. A little weird, as I don't know who else would be awake at this time. I keep walking, and make my way to the living room. I peek inside, and see Mrs. Winslow sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of short shorts and a tank top. No bra either, as I can see her nipples poking through.
Before I can start fantasizing about her, she looks over and sees me.
"Oh, hey Tony!" she says, smiling at me.
"Hi, Mrs. Winslow. What are you doing up so late?" I ask, smiling back at her.
"I could ask you the same thing!" she says, laughing a little.
I walk over and sit next to her on the couch. I glance at the TV and see that it's some infomercial playing.
"Well, Todd sort of woke me up with his snoring." I tell her.
"God, it's like all the men in this family snore! Jeremy woke me up about an hour ago, so I just decided to watch some TV and sleep out here on the couch." she explains.
"Yeah, Todd was getting pretty loud, so I wanted to watch some TV up here too." I say, scratching the back of my head.
"It gets annoying, doesn't it? Imagine being married to someone who snores! I always have to go to bed before him if I want to get a good nights rest." she tells me, seeming a little annoyed.
"Why didn't you go to bed before him this time?" I ask her.
She's a little caught off guard by this question, for some reason.
"I was uh... doing stuff." she says.
I sneak a glance at her chest and see that... her nipples got a little hard? I'm probably just seeing things.
"Uh-huh... so, what are ya watching?" I ask, turning to the TV.
"Oh, it's just some stupid infomercial. I just like to watch these things when I'm bored." she tells me.
We watch infomercials for a good 30 minutes, talking and laughing all the while. Then, an infomercial about some magic workout equipment that claims it'll get you ripped in a month comes on.
"Hey look, another product you don't need!" she jokes.
Did she just give me a compliment? I think I'll go ahead and clarify.
"Oh really? And what do you mean by that?" I ask, smirking at her.
She rolls her eyes and smiles at this.
"Don't act like you don't know. You're ripped!" she says, giggling.
I laugh at this, leaning back and flexing a little bit.
"I'm glad you've noticed." I joke.
"It's kinda hard not to, what, with how much you come over to swim." she tells me.
"Oh, so you've been sneaking some peeks at me?" I tease.
"Don't act like you're not flattered!" she says, jokingly hitting me on the arm. "Besides, I've caught you checking me out plenty of times." she tells me.
"Like when?" I ask, liking where this conversation is going.
"Well, there was that time that I came out and swam with you guys in that one piece I have. Remember, the black one?" she asks.
"Oh yeah, I remember." I say, thinking back to how hot she looked.
"And there's all those times I've bent over to pick something up, and I see you staring at my ass out of the corner of my eye." she says, smiling.
"Hey, you've got a nice ass." I tell her, smiling confidently.
"I don't think that's a very appropriate thing to say to your friend's mother." she says, trying her hardest to seem serious.
"I don't think you mind much." I reply.
She smiles and turns back to the TV. I'm for sure not letting this conversation end with that.
"So when have you looked at me?" I ask her.
"Well, I... I don't wanna say." she says, laughing awkwardly.
"Come on, I've admitted to looking at you all those times. It's only fair if you do the same." I tell her.
I sneak a glance at her tits again, and notice that her nipples are getting hard. This time, I'm sure of it.
"Well... God, this feels so wrong to say but... sometimes when you get out of the pool, your trunks stick to you. And I can see your uh... your-" she says, fidgeting a little bit.
"My cock?" I say, finishing her sentence.
"Yup. Your uh... your cock." she says, nodding.
I'm grinning ear to ear right now. I thought I could push this even further, but she turned to face the TV again. But, after about 10 minutes, she speaks up again.
"The reason why I didn't fall asleep before Jeremy is because I was uh... I was touching myself." she tells me.
I smile again, and I can feel my cock getting hard.
"What to?" I ask.
"...You." she says.
Without another word, I grab her wrist and set it on my cock, letting her feel it get hard.