When Allen knocked on the door of his friend, Roberto's home, he hadn't expected to see Roberto's beautiful mother standing in her pink terrycloth bathrobe in the doorframe smiling at him.
Allen had always thought that Mrs. Melendez was gorgeous, and since his early teen-hood, he'd made just about every possible excuse to be around her.
But this time, he was honestly there to see Roberto.
"Hi Mrs. Melendez, is Roberto home?" Allen said, as she opened the door.
Apparently fresh from a shower, the older woman's long, normally wavy black hair stuck to her in wet strings.
"Hi Allen, come in," she smiled at him, revealing a perfect set of beautiful, white teeth. Mrs. Melendez maintained every part of her herself it seemed.
For as long as he could remember, Allen had loved her thick accent. He particularly loved the way she pronounced his name, shortening the "A," making it sound more like "Ah."
Stepping past her, Mrs. Melendez closed the door behind him.
"Roberto is not here right now," she said, smiling again...I sent him to the store for some things for dinner.
God, he loved the way she rolled her R's, and made the word store sound like "es-store."
"Okay, mind if I wait on the couch?" Allen asked, trying not to stare at her shapely brown legs.
"Go ahead," she said, "he shouldn't be long."
Allen and Roberto had met in the second grade.
One day, Roberto came upon Allen behind the main building of the school as three older boys were harassing him. Taking a stand for the smallish white boy, Roberto had helped him fend off the three until they had made a successful and creative escape, falling into giggles behind the dumpsters as their older attackers ran right past them.
"We sure outsmarted them huh?" Roberto had said, grinning. Forming a fist, he'd stuck it out and Allen had matched it.
From that moment they were brothers.
Consequently, Allen spent a lot of time at Roberto's house growing up. Now, years later, watching Mrs. Melendez move around the kitchen, he speculated that he'd had a secret crush on her since at least junior high.
After their high school graduation, they'd spent the recent summer kicking around doing nothing, and now both of them were due to start college in the coming fall.
"So are you looking forward to college Allen?" Mrs. Melendez said from the kitchen, breaking his reverie.
Coming around the end of the counter, she set a small bag of garbage, carefully wrapped and tied on the floor across from him, bending over as she did so.
Allen swallowed hard at the way the top of her robe opened, just slightly, but enough to reveal a momentary snatch of dark cleavage as her pendulous breasts hung in front of her.
"Uh, yes..." Allen stumbled a bit.
Straightening again, she smiled at him just in time to catch him shifting at his crotch.
Allen blushed, panicking inwardly, but thankfully, Mrs. Melendez hadn't seemed to notice.
Apparently, he thought, she was unaware that the top of her robe had fallen open when she bent over.
"Well, Roberto should be here pretty soon," she said back over her shoulder as she reentered the kitchen.
"Do you want something to drink? A coke?"
"Sure," Allen said.
A moment later, Mrs. Melendez reappeared, coming around the counter again. He noticed that she still hadn't noticed the top of her robe.
"Here you go sweetie," she said.
Allen's young cock stirred in his jeans as she leaned over slightly to hand him the glass, unable to tear his eyes from her cleavage.
Roberto's father had passed years before and Roberto's mother had never remarried. To the best of Allen's knowledge, she hadn't even dated.
She'd seemed to take her husband's death with a grain of salt, remaining strong for Roberto. But as Allen got older, he knew that she mourned him...he'd heard her crying in secret one night behind her bedroom door one night when he was fourteen.
How his boyish heart had ached for her. If only he was older, he'd fantasized, he could somehow help her...make her feel better.
And while Roberto's mother was the subject of many of his masturbatory fantasies growing up, he also knew that she masturbated.
He'd been walking the hall one night while staying over the previous summer. On his way to the bathroom, half-awake, he'd suddenly heard noises emanating from her bedroom.
It had sounded like moaning.
Placing his ear carefully against the door in the dark, Allen strained to listen.
The sounds of buzzing...a vibrator reached him.
Suddenly, he'd heard Mrs. Melendez moaning in Spanish. "Si...si...cogerme..."
Instantly, his yet virgin cock morphed into iron inside of his shorts as he pictured his friend's mother totally naked. Wide-legged on the bed, he could almost see her huge brown titties lolling to either side of her body as she raised her feet in the air, jamming the vibrator in and out of her hot pussy.
"Comer mi coño...mi... coño" her voiced had suddenly risen sharply, accompanied by moans as she came...hard, making the bed squeak with her movements.
Allen had never heard her talk like that.
In his mind's eye, he saw her rubbing herself madly, her body stiff with orgasm as she told her imaginary lover to eat her cunt.
His hand was on his cock inside of shorts, stroking an erection that had was so hard that it actually hurt.
"Hey fuckwad! What are you doing?" Roberto's shadow had suddenly appeared in the doorframe of his bedroom...his whisper shocking Allen away from his mother's door.
Allen was lucky.
In the dark, Roberto hadn't seen that he was jerking himself off in his shorts to the sounds of his mother's masturbating, and the incident had passed without further comment.
But for Allen, new fantasies were born, and he spent each and every night at home before going to sleep, jerking himself under the covers to the pictures of hot, naked Mrs. Melendez, fingering herself on the bed as he unloaded his hot spunk into the blankets.
Then, each night, after cumming, Allen would roll onto his side and hug his pillow, pretending that it was his friend's mother. But in his mind, he called her by her first name, "Melita," instead of "Mrs. Melendez," as she wrapped her soft arms around him.
"Allen?"
