It was still early in the summer. I'd been home from my first year at college for a couple of weeks, and I was really enjoying my summer so far. My plan was to start working at the deli in town, but that didn't start for a couple of weeks still, so in the interim I was able to just be lazy and hang out with my buddies. Not a bad way to spend time, especially after a year of hard work at college.
It was another hot summer day, and warm air hit my hard as I stepped out of my front door and headed down the block. I'll be the first to admit that I live in something of a sheltered community. It's a rich white suburb, and I've lived here all my life. But honestly, it ain't a bad deal if you can get it.
I headed down the road to Frank's house. He was my best buddy of all, and fortunately lived only about a three minute walk away from, just around the corner. We'd been chilling together constantly for the past two weeks now, but that was about to change as he was about to leave for two months over in Europe. I was on my way over to say goodbye, he was gonna be leaving for the airport in about half an hour.
I gave a ring of the doorbell, and less that five seconds later was greeted by a high five from Frank.
"Hey, John, buddy, what's up?"
"Not to much Frankie. Gettin' psyched for your trip?"
"Sure am!"
"Hi Mrs. Miller." She was standing in the door from the kitchen. You couldn't help noticing her when you walked into the room; even at about thirty?seven she was an amazing looking woman. About 5'10" with an incredibly thin stomach and a generous c?cup chest. She had her hair cut very short; it wasn't even shoulder length. As a teenager, it had been a fight not to stare, but that had past as I realized that she was my best friend's mom. Still, I don't understand how her husband could've left her; he certainly couldn't have found someone better! But here she was, left to raise Frankie on her own.
"Good morning, John. And please, for the last time, call me Claire or I'm gonna kick you," she replied with a smile.
"Sorry, Claire," I said somewhat jokingly.
"Anyway, I'm gonna leave you two boys and go take a shower. Frank, give me a big hug in case you leave before I come down. I'm gonna miss my babe!" She pretended to start crying as a joke, but no one was fooled. Frank gave a her a good long hug. She kissed him on the forehead and said, "Now don't die in Europe, son," with a big grin on her face.
"I won't mom." Frankie was no longer embarrassed in front of me, even by his mom. She headed up stairs and we sat down to talk for a little while.
It had only been about ten minutes when the doorbell rang. "Alright dude, I'm off to France and Switzerland, have fun here." I nearly smacked him. He beamed. "Later, man."
"Have a good trip, dude. And bring me back something nice." I winked at him, and then he grabbed his huge suitcase and headed out the door.
It never quite closed though, he popped back in. "Almost forgot, can you give my keys to my mom? She wanted to get copies made while I was gone and I forgot. He tossed me a key chain with a few keys on it.
"Sure thing, man. Have a good one." The door closed behind him. This summer was going to be a lot duller without him around. I almost couldn't wait for work to start.
"Well, better get her the keys and then head out of here," I thought to myself, and headed up the stairs. The shower was not running, so I figured Mrs. Miller was out. I gave a hard knock on the door in case she was still in her bathroom. A bit too hard, I guess. The door hadn't been closed all the way and swung open under the force of my first knock, so that my second knock missed completely.
And then there was Claire Miller, my best friends mom, bare?ass naked, still wet from the shower, lying on the bed with the middle finger of her right hand shoved up inside her pussy.
"Holy shit." were the only words that came into my mind. It was a struggle not to stare. I lowered my eyes to the floor and said, "Ss?ssorry Mrs. Mil, I mean, Claire. Frank wanted me to give these to you. I set them on the dresser and then backed out of the room and closed the door.
I don't think I've ever left any building that fast in my whole life. I was filled with horror at seeing my best friends mom masturbating and, well, horniness at seeing just how gorgeous she really was. It was gonna be a long time before I managed to wash that image from my mind.
The next few hours were torture as I tried not to think about it. If I thought about it, I would want to jack?off thinking about it, and that would be no good. It was my friend's fucking mom! I was strong enough to resist, I kep telling myself. I watched some TV in my empty house and soon had, well, not forgotten it, but at least put it into the back of my mind.
Just as I was finally the relaxing, the phone rang. It was her. "Look Johnny," she said before I could even get a word in, "I'm really sorry about that. I didn't intend for that to, I mean. . ."
