A friend who asked that I write a story about his feelings for his friend's mom approached me. I hope that I did him justice and that whoever reads this story can think back to a time when you held special feelings for someone, no matter how wrong the situation was, but how right you felt at that moment for that person. Here's to you Jeff!
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I am a 27 years old male, in great shape and pretty damn good-looking if I do say so myself. I have a great job with a large advertising agency in New York City; an office on the 29th floor with a breathtaking view of Manhattan, and my life is going pretty good right now. I am on top of the world so to speak, single and loving it.
"Do I?" I stop shaving and look at myself in the mirror. I have dated a number of girls in the past young, hot, wild. "Mmm.mmm.mmm" I shake my head thinking about the last girl Candy, who was really wild. A dancer at one of the local strip clubs with a body that didn't quit and neither did her mouth.
She was a tall drink of water about 5'10", blond hair that was long and wavy, full pouty lips, gorgeous green eyes, oh yeah and triple D's baby! Fuckin' hot body! Hips that weren't small, just perfect to grab from behind and fuck her good. I did every night, but she didn't stop talking even during sex. I even tried gagging her with panties hoping that would shut her up. No such luck! Shaking my head at the memory. I rinse out my razor and start the shower, testing the water for the perfect temperature.
"Panties." As I say this word aloud, I feel the blood rush to my cock, look down and there it is looking up at me with that one eye accusingly.
"Yeah, Yeah!" I say out loud, stepping into the hot shower. These are not ordinary panties. I stole them a couple of weeks before from my friend John's mom, Valerie.
Valerie is a total M.I.L.F. even though she is 23 years older than I am; she doesn't look it at all. I close my eyes, picturing her, and I feel my body especially my cock get excited. I take my hand and rub it up and down the shaft of my cock, imaging her mouth doing that to me. I picture John's mom kneeling before me, her brown straight hair falling to her feminine shoulders, blue/green eyes with long black lashes, full lips that are always smiling. Her body is in great condition since she is a Pilate's instructor, long and lean.
I have seen her in her workout clothes and not one part of her jiggles, it's tight and Lord, from behind she has an ass that would make a 20-year-old jealous.
Stroking my cock faster I think of the first time I stole a pair of her panties. John and I were in his basement playing pool and his mom asked if we could grab a bottle of soda for her. I volunteered and while walking past the washer and dryer, I noticed a pair of panties lying on the floor. At first I just glanced at them, they were black, lacy, and silky. They were beckoning me to come closer, to smell the sweetness of what they had to offer for fragrance; of the unique scent of her pussy.
I resisted that temptation by slowly walking away from them. My mouth went dry and my heart pounded, wondering if I would get caught if I just bent down real quick and picked them up.
I didn't take the chance, knowing full well that my body was getting excited at the thought of doing that. When I gave her the soda she smiled at me, our fingers touching in the exchange of passing the bottle. I swear I felt a tingling sensation run through my body. I know for sure since my cock had betrayed me. I felt it starting to get hard straining against my jeans, and turned around before she could see it.
After that, I played pool like shit that night. Rather than concentrating on my playing technique I would position myself so I could glance at the panties on the floor. All I did was think about those panties, wanting to feel them on my face, bring them up to my nose so I could sniff them like I have done so many times since.
Now my cock is on fire as I jerk myself off. I watch as the cum falls from the head, mixing with the shower water, and then disappearing down the drain. I rinse myself, shut off the water, and then I am able to hear the phone ringing.
"Shit!" I say, running to the living room to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Dude, its John!" My friend John is a guy that seems to be stuck in the 60's even though he was born in the 70's. His vocabulary, for an incredibly smart guy consists of "Dude, Gov, Man, Radical, Totally, and Righteous" to name a few.
"What's going on John?" As I ask that question I realize that I'm standing butt naked in my living room. Watching the water drip from my body onto the floor, making a puddle at my feet. I also realize that my living room window face John's house and my shades are pulled up. I hear John laughing on the other end of the phone.
"Heehee, nice ass, man!"
"Fuck off!" I say, and turn so I could fully face him, point to my dick and say, "Eat Me" into the phone. Only stopping short when I notice his mom in the background. John is immediately thrown into hysterics, and all I can do is stand there naked. I watched as Valerie's eyes travel from my cock to my face slowly.
Now listen, I am not bragging a bit here when I say that I am in awesome shape. I workout every night at the local gym, and the days I cannot make it John and I jog in Central Park. I am not embarrassed to be naked in front of anyone. My cock is a good size too. It's thick, a healthy 8 inches when hard, and right now with his mom checking me out it was beginning to grow again. When Valerie's eyes reach my face, she smiles, saying something to John, and then disappear.
"I am going to fuckin' kick your ass when I see you!" I say, getting ready to hang up.
"Wait! Wait!" John says, still laughing but trying hard to compose himself.
"My mom wants to know if she can bum a ride with us down the beach? She's meeting a friend down there tonight and she doesn't want to drive in case she drinks, " John says, and I can see him shrug his shoulders. "She'll come home with us on Sunday, is that alright?"
"Sure." I respond, half listening to John, yet still thinking about his mom seeing me naked. I picture her eyes traveling up my body and then I am quite sure her gaze lingered when it reached my cock. Of course then there was her smile. There was definitely something in that smile.
"So what time do you want to get going?" I realized that John is still talking to me as I shake my head.
"Ah, I don't know. Let me get dressed and I'll call you."
"Okay! Oh, and by the way, my mom said 'Nice ass'," John says and then I hear him laughing as he hangs up the phone.
"Fucker!" I say, and hang up the phone.
Walking into my bedroom, I glance at the clock on my nightstand. 10:00 a.m. I knew that if we wanted to get a head start on the shore traffic I would have to start getting dressed. My glance travels to the top drawer and I open it. There they are a pair of red, lacy thong panties peeking out from under some papers. My heart starts to race and my breath becomes labored as I reach for the panties.
I hold them up, barely noticing how my hands are shaking as I rub the fabric between my fingers. I turn them around from front to back, and then bring them to my nose. I breathe in smelling her body on the panties. I inhale deeply so that my nostrils are filled with the scent from her pussy. I hold the panties close to my nose and think about how I have never wanted to fuck someone so much in my life. I am obsessed with the thoughts of fucking her, tasting her, and then drinking that juice from her.