"Circumstances sometimes lead to circumstances..."
At least that's how I've learned to justify why I've been fucking one of my mother's best friends for the last 3 months. But I guess I should start from the beginning...
I was 17 when I first met Belinda. She used to work with my mom at the Nordstrom's department store at the mall. She gave mom a lift home one night and she was around all the time after that.
I thought it was kinda strange at first – my mom never had any white friends coming over to our apartment before. But Belinda was cool. I thought she was kinda "hot" too, but when you're a sixteen-year-old you think almost every woman you see is hot!
Then in my senior year mom was in a car accident. It wasn't too bad – she was on crutches and off from work for a few months. But then that led to her gettin' hooked on the pain-killers, and then losing her job, and then the rehab, and then jail time (that part is too messy to get into right now), then mom moving to Florida with my aunt to "get her head together". The whole time, Belinda was there to help whenever and wherever she could. Which eventually led to me living with her for the last two years.
Like I said: circumstances.
Which finally brings us to the here and now - me and Belinda, fucking each other's brains out every chance we get.
So anyway, that first time was kinda special. She had started working as a yoga instructor, and I was working at the local Gold's Gym as a personal trainer. We both had crazy schedules and that day was the first time in forever that we were both off from work. Just a couple of "friends" hanging out.
I didn't even really look at her in "that way" any more. I mean, she IS hot - 5'9", long blonde hair, blue eyes, body like a dancer (or yoga instructor) – but I just didn't really look at her like that. I had even started calling her "momz" (inside joke with us).
So that morning we got up, went for a run, had some breakfast. Later that day we went to lunch and caught a movie – just chillin'. That evening we're both on the couch watching TV and sipping some wine. As we were just about to finish a second bottle, "things" started to happen.
When she came back to the couch with more wine I noticed what she was (or wasn't) wearing. She had on a pair of black spandex shorts and a white tank. But she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were rock-hard. Belinda's breasts aren't huge, but she's got enough to make you notice – probably a B or C-cup. My dick noticed too! I wasn't wearing much either – some baller's shorts and a tee shirt – and by the time she sat down, I was almost at full-salute!
Of course she noticed. I was transfixed on her tits and hadn't bothered to cover up or adjust myself.
"Well thank you very much!" she grinned looking at the tent in my shorts.
