I grew up with one really good friend all of my life. Billy had been my best pal since we were in first grade. In fact most people thought that we were brothers. He and his parents lived a few blocks over, and since my older sister seemed to have control over what was happening at my house, I spend a majority of my free time at his. It got to the point where I didn't even have to knock to get in. Mrs. Blair would always leave the door that led into the downstairs rec room open for me. Mr. Blair really didn't approve of this, being away on business as much as he was, but Mrs. Blair seemed to enjoy my comings and goings. She said once that it was nice to have a second son she didn't have to really take care of. She always went out of her way to treat me as nice as she could. Sometimes, I thought she treated me better than her own son. Mrs. Blair would always give me a big hug when I came and when I left. To her, I was Joey, the second son she never had. Next to my mom, she was the most treasured woman in my life.
As my high school years went by, and hormones began to change my opinions about the opposite sex, I realized that Mrs. Blair happened to be a very good-looking woman. She had this styled blond hair that was always so neat and in place. I always wondered how she kept it so clean and nice smelling, not like my sister's snarled nest. In the summer time, she would wear these short outfits; her seemingly endless legs making her appear so tall. I remember tripping over a chair once, embarrassing myself in front of everyone, as I gawked at her. She told me later, when we were by ourselves, that she considered my appreciative look to be a treasured complement; one that she would never forget. She gave me a very soft kiss on my cheek and I remember thinking how I couldn't wait to be old enough to kiss her back. I cursed my misfortune of being born too late. I imagined that if I had been older, I would have married Mrs. Blair and then I would have been Billy's father. Her husband would have married some big, ugly woman, whom he really deserved. Many sleepless nights were brought about by my fantasies involving Mrs. Blair and myself. I knew that they would never come true, but just thinking about them was good enough. Or so I thought.
After high school, Billy went away to college and I went to one of the local community universities. It was a decision I'll never regret. During one of the weekends that Billy was home from school, he and I decided to tie one on with a few of our friends. We went out drinking all night and the two of us ended up going back to his house for a what we thought would be a few more. Mr. Blair was once again away on business and Billy's mom was at home alone, as usual. Being a little bit bigger than Billy, and a little bit better in shape when it came to drinking, I remained somewhat less drunk as compared to him. I helped Billy into the house, using the downstairs door; a little surprised that Mrs. Blair still left it unlocked after all these years. I tried to be as quiet as possible, but Billy was still in a partying mood. We made quite a ruckus and Mrs. Blair ended up coming downstairs. She came down from her bedroom in her robe, wondering what all the commotion was about. When she saw what kind of condition we were in, especially Billy's, explanations weren't needed. She decided that Billy needed sleep more than he needed another drink.
"Help me get him to his bed, would you Joey?" she asked. "I'm sure he can't make it on his own."
"Sure thing Mrs. Blair," I said. "I'm sorry about this. I guess I should have slowed him down a bit, but we were having a pretty good time."
"I'm sure you were Joey," she said smiling, softly touching my cheek with her hand.
Even though it was late at night, Mrs. Blair was looking as good as if it was the middle of the day. Her hair was neat and even without make-up she was as pretty as ever. Her large brown eyes twinkled in the soft night-lights that lit the house. Her long robe floated just above her feet, opening now and then to reveal a very short teddy that she had worn to bed that night. Stretching down from beneath the hem of her teddy, her long legs had never looked so good. Seeing her dressed as she was, and with the effects of alcohol unlocking the closets in my brain, I quickly remembered the fantasies I had had in my younger years. Try as I might, I couldn't push them out of my mind. The tame dreams of my youth were now becoming x-rated very quickly. I felt my cock begin to grow slightly as the two of us prepared to get Billy up the two fights of stairs and to his bedroom. We placed Billy between us, each of us placing an arm around his body. As luck would have it, Mrs. Blair's left tit was firmly pressed against my right hand. It felt so soft and warm as it rubbed against my fingers with every step we took. I would have sworn that I felt her hard nipple rub the back of my hand a few times. The temptation to let go of Billy and to grab her was almost irrepressible. I was proud that after the first short flight of steps I hadn't dropped Billy or squeezed her tit. I decided to hold onto the waistband of Billy's pants the rest of the way.
The three of us made it without incident until the final fight of stairs. Three-quarters of the way up, Billy finally passed out. His sudden and complete dead weight caught both Mrs. Blair and myself off guard. I lost my grip and Billy collapsed onto his mother, pinning her underneath himself. I thought that she was screaming in pain as she lay on the stairs beneath her son.
"Are you okay Mrs. Blair?" I asked, with the sound of panic in my voice.
"Get this asshole off of me Joey," she grunted, "before I push him back down the stairs."
I then realized that she was laughing as hard as I had ever heard her laugh. I turned on the hall light and stood frozen, staring at the sight below me. Billy was out cold, lying between his mother's spread legs. Her robe had opened and was now buried beneath her body. Her right leg lay hidden under Billy; her left leg was pinned high against the wall, her smooth, firm thigh glowing in the light. Billy's left hand had somehow caught on the blouse of Mrs. Blair's teddy. The top portion of her right tit was exposed, its hard, brown nipple peeking out and pointing at the ceiling. It jiggled up and down as Mrs. Blair laughed, despite her dilemma. I hovered over both of them, mesmerized by what I saw. All of my other senses seemed to stop functioning, especially my hearing. It was as if my brain has swelled, stopping all noise from entering my ears. I watched in a hearing-impaired state as Mrs. Blair tried unsuccessfully to remove her son's body from on top of hers. Finally, her eyes caught mine, and my sense of hearing slowly returned.
"Don't crap out on me Joey," I heard her shout. "Get Billy off of me. He's fuckin' heavy."
"Yeah. Right Mrs. Blair," I said slowly. "I'm commin'. Don't worry. I'm sorry about this."
"Just get him off of me," she gasped as she began to tire from her efforts. "I'm starting to slide down on this step."
I came down the few steps towards the two of them. Billy seemed quite comfortable the way he was, Mrs. Blair, however, was quickly loosing her patience, but thankfully not her sense of humor. She pounded on Billy's shoulders with her fists, hoping that this would cause him to move. He only moaned and shifted his heavy body, now exposing Mrs. Blair's right leg to me also. She laughed even harder now, causing her entire tit to spill out of her teddy. I had no real idea of what to do first as this mind-boggling scene unfolded in front of me. I bent down, trying not to look at Mrs. Blair's round tit or her separated legs, and tried to lift Billy off of her. From where I stood, the effort was wasted.
"Hurry up Joey before I die," she giggled, not seeming to be the least humiliated by what was going on. "Try getting him from below."
I stepped over their bodies carefully, not wanting to take a header down the stairs, which appeared to be, in my semi-drunken state, Mount Everest. I balanced myself a couple of steps below where they were positioned and turned to try again. The sight that greeted me made my cock as hard as it had ever been. I prayed to God that Mrs. Blair had no idea what I was seeing as my pants bulged out. With her left leg pinned high on the wall, the skirt portion of her teddy covered nothing. The entire left cheek of her ass was there for me to see. It was so round, so firm and so white. I could see the blond hairs that covered her pussy edging out from underneath Billy's body. The dark cavern, where her asshole lay, dared me to take a closer look. I knew that I had to solve this problem quickly before I came in my pants. Without hesitation, I put my hands between Billy and Mrs. Blair's soft body, not caring what part of her I touched. Using all of my strength and balance, I pulled Billy off of his mother. I stood, praying that we wouldn't fall backwards and both die in the process. I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting to see what I knew I could see if I wanted to. I pictured in my mind what I had daydreamed about when I was younger, only with more detail now. I knew that Mrs. Blair was spread-eagle on the stairs, the tendons of her thighs pointing towards her pussy. I saw the swollen lips of her cunt, defining the entrance of the wet, warm hole that would feel so exciting to my hard cock. I imagined myself kneeling between Mrs. Blair's legs, my hard cock poised, ready to plunge deep inside the gaping cavity of her waiting cunt. My dream was suddenly shattered when I felt the soft touch of Mrs. Blair's hand upon my shoulder. I slowly opened my eyes, not knowing what to expect to see. Thankfully, Billy's mother had tidied herself up; her robe was now securely closed around her waist.
"Thank you Joey. You saved my life," she said, still chuckling. "I thought this big jerk was going to crush me. I owe you."
"You don't owe me anything Mrs. Blair," I said, as we both now tried to drag Billy up the remaining stairs. "It's because of me that you almost got hurt. It's all my fault that Billy got like this."
