Mark and I had been best friends ever since I could remember. Our families had always been close, especially since my father died when I was really young. I don't remember anything about him, but my mother can't help but sing his praises every time he is brought up in conversations. Because I couldn't remember anything about him I always felt uncomfortable every time he was brought up, so I chose to spend as much time as possible over at Mark's place. His father wasn't in his life anymore, having divorced his mother but leaving them the house so that he could go and travel the world, which meant they had a spare room for me to stay however long I wanted.
While Mark and I were very good friends, almost brothers, our mothers were never as close. They were friendly towards each other, but I could tell that my mother resented how much time I spent over at Mark's, but I couldn't stand how much she talked about the father whom I had never met. Just because they weren't friends didn't mean that Penelope didn't try to offer my mother a room. My mother was just always too proud, and too stubborn to accept the goodwill. Or maybe she just wanted and liked the constant reminder that the house brought her of my father, her husband.
Sat in Mark's room, as I did every day, I peeked out the window and saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Wearing a flowery summer dress, dirty blonde hair cascaded down, framing her sharp jawline. Although wrinkles were starting to appear at the corner of her eyes and mouth, her protruding cheekbones and soft, pink lips removed any doubt over her beauty. Even though she was an older woman in her late thirties or early forties, and I myself had only turned 19 recently, I still would have gone after her if I had been able. There was only one problem, and it definitely wasn't the cleavage that stuck out the top of her dress, it was the fact that she was Mark's mother, Penelope.
I had never thought of her in any way but as a second mother before. She had always looked after me, made sure I was fed, and had comforted me back when I used to come over and cry about how much attention my mother was paying to someone who was no longer alive, while not giving me any. Sometimes I considered her my mother because she did more than my biological mother ever did for me when raising me. I hadn't thought of her that way until I walked into her in the bathroom around four months ago.
I was on my way to have a shower but I was distracted by thoughts of college and what I was going to do in the future considering it didn't seem like my mother was going to support me in going to any of the universities that I was interested in, and I wasn't smart enough to get a scholarship. I had tried and knew that I would be able to graduate with an engineering degree, but your words definitely wouldn't and shouldn't be enough to get someone into a university. Those thoughts were taking up my every thought and I walked into the bathroom without thinking, not having heard that the shower was on. I had gone to leave but had taken a quick glance at the shower before I was stopped in my tracks.
It was the first time that I had noticed how sexy Penelope was. I felt my dick start to stiffen in my trousers as I looked at her voluptuous body, water and soap sliding down as she rinsed herself. My eyes followed her hands down as she massaged the soap into her skin, pressing her tits up towards her face and letting them drop back down, jiggling and bouncing up and down once they fell to their normal height.
I tried to stay in longer so that I could see her wash other body parts but she had already finished rinsing herself off and had been about to turn the shower off so I hurried out, making sure that she wouldn't hear or see me. I never would have considered staying and watching if I had walked in on her in the past, but something about that scene was different. It was like I had finally been given a glimpse of her as a woman and it was all I could think about.
As soon as I went back to my room, my heart beating out of my chest, I launched myself at my bed, yanking my trousers off and closing my eyes. I hadn't needed any extra stimulation that day and even now I just had to imagine the scene that I had witnessed and it was enough for me to cum.
"Dude, foods ready, are you coming," I heard Mark call from the bottom of the stairs.
"I'll be down in a second!" I yelled back, sighing as I took one last look down at Penelope, wishing that I could do go down there and do what I want with her.
I got up, pushing my erection up and into the waistband of my trousers before rushing off down the stairs and entering the kitchen. I sat down at the table next to Mark and opposite Penelope.
I was extremely hungry and also wanted to distract myself from the reemerging stiffness in my trousers every time I glanced at Penelope. One of those times I glanced at her and found her already looking back at me. The innocent and warm smile that grew onto her face distracted me enough to where I dropped my fork underneath the table without even realising it.
"Oh, sorry!" I exclaimed, hastily pushing my chair out and going under the table. I looked around, seeing that it had dropped almost to the other side of the table and went to pick it up.
"Don't worry about it Dylan," I heard Penelope's voice drift in from above. "And I could have picked it up because you're going to need a new one anyway."
"Don't worry about it Mrs Bailey," I said, taking a glance up to where I knew she was sitting and stopping in my tracks.
I had known that she was wearing a dress, I wasn't blind, but what I hadn't expected at all is that her legs would be slightly spread so that I could see her panties. They were only plain white ones, but something about that made them even more attractive.
"I've got to go out mum," Mark said, as I heard his cutlery hit the plate. "James invited me to a party and it starts in half an hour."
James was one of Mark's new friends. While we used to hang out all the time together, Mark started getting bored of that and going out to parties more often. He did try to invite me, but I got bored of it all quickly, and tried to get him to stop going as well but he refused. It bothered me a lot at first, but once I realised my attraction towards Penelope I didn't mind him abandoning us together in the house all alone. It still sometimes stung knowing that I wasn't as important in his life anymore, but those feelings just seemed to wash away whenever I looked over at Penelope.
Mark and I both used to be on multiple different sports teams, from basketball to football, to swimming and we were always in contention to be the captains, although I was able to collect a majority of the responsibility and what I think happened is that Mark got a bit jealous which is why he started hanging out with people who don't have the same interests as him, and ones who will never be able to compete with his athletic achievements. Even that was getting called into question nowadays, as while there was still only an inch difference between us, Mark at six-feet and me at six-feet-one, Mark had started to become bloated with all the drinking he was doing. He also wasn't coming to practise as much anymore, with him having a whole new friend circle, and with how many nights he would come home drunk and not be able to move in the morning because of the hangover.
Penelope deserved better from her son, and without a man in the house to take care of certain things that Mark used to do, that I was now taking over and also her personal needs, I knew that it was starting to become too much for her. It's why I couldn't afford to go out partying with Mark even if I wanted to because if I did then who would look after his mother, Penelope?
