I think in every group of male friends, there is one guy who has either a very hot sister or a very hot mom. It's inevitable. My friend John was the designated schmuck in my group. Everyone I knew, our dads included, looked at John's mom, Brigit, with the same thought:
"Man, I would love to fuck that little ass."
Brigit was not classically beautiful, but she put herself together well and always seemed to give off the aura that she just emerged from a shower. She was only 5'4, but she had a very tight body and the nicest ass I have ever had the privilege to see. Little did I know, the cleanest woman I knew was the dirtiest slut on earth!
I should start at the beginning. John and I have been friends since we were ten. But back then, I was not thinking of women as sexual beings, and I especially never looked at a friend's mom like that! Sex with women was icky! Things continued this way for the next eight years. By then, I had been invited over to John's house for countless summer barbeques, trick or treating, Christmas parties, etc and his parents became my parents. So by that time their house had become my second home.
Then I turned 18.
Suddenly every woman on earth seemed like a goddess because my hormones were going crazy. My cock was always hard and all I could think of was sex. It was that summer, I fell in love with Brigit. More importantly, I fell in love with her butt.
I was at John's house one sunny day, splashing around in the pool when our usual conversation of sex started up again.
"I wonder what it feels like inside a woman," I asked John
"I wonder when my cock will stop throbbing around every woman I meet," John replied. "I mean, really, I could fuck anyone!"
As it always did during my conversations with John about sex, my throbbing cock jumped to attention and was sticking straight out in front of me. I didn't want anyone to see me like this, so I quickly wrapped myself in a towel and headed for the bathroom. Thankfully, I had learned to jerk off and realized it would buy me a few minutes without a hard on if I did. I had to walk past the laundry room to get to the bathroom and as I did, I noticed the dirty laundry waiting to be washed. Sitting on top, was a lacy pair of Brigit's panties. The temptation was too strong, I had to feel them wrapped around my cock. As, I picked them up, I could almost smell her perfume and something else. Something musty, but somehow very sexy. I brought the crotch of her panties to my nose and breathed deeply and as I did, my cock throbbed even harder and I almost came.
"If you think they smell good, you should lick them," John's dad, Mike, said from behind me. "Better yet, you should lick her slit."
I stood there, frozen. I was so embarrassed I stopped breathing. I thought he was going to call my mom and throw me out of his house. Here I was, sniffing his wife's panties right in front of him. I was a dead man. I started to fumble for words and that is when he smiled. I couldn't believe it. Mike just gave me a big smile and waved me over.
"It's ok. Everyone wants my wife's panties. Even people you think wouldn't."
John came in as Mike started talking and I was twice as embarrassed. He looked at me, looked as his dad and smiled. He stepped close behind me and started to massage my shoulders. I was in a state of shock. "What the hell was going on?" I asked myself. "This can't possible be happening and why is John massaging my shoulders?" As if answering my unasked question, John pulled my shorts down with his left hand and started stroking my cock with his right hand. He moved so fast, I didn't have a chance to think. I was lost in the rhythmic stroking until Brigit walked down stairs. She was wearing a T-shirt whose neckline had been ripped to expose an obscene amount of cleavage and was not even long enough to cover her ass.
