This is a quick and dirty (no kidding) story I whipped out due to the inspiration of an on line friend. You know who you are. Everyone is over eighteen. Yes, this story is more unrealistic than most. I get it. Total fantasy world, if you aren't into what's in the tags maybe don't read it, STDs don't exist in this fantasy universe, does not constitute legal or marital advice, do not use as a motorcycle chain lubricant, and if you haven't skipped past this and are still reading, the Broncos are going to win the Superb Owl. Enjoy.
I was eighteen when I noticed my best friend's mom. It was the first time I'd raised my gaze farther than a grade higher than me in school. Holy shit, how had I missed that? She was smoking. A slender, feminine waist with amazing breasts above it, wonderful hips below, and legs that were long and toned. I had had some girlfriends, gone all the way a few times -- and fucking loved it -- but suddenly none of the chirpy, immature girls around me measured up to that woman. I was already around their house a LOT, but I decided to make sure it was even more often. Amanda was already very comfortable having me there, so I didn't expect it to raise questions.
I felt kind of bad, but I started peeking. I would show up early to 'meet Brayden for school. That enabled me to be in the hallway around the time she showered. I was thrilled when they invited me to the beach. I crossed my fingers for a two piece, and I was not disappointed. I just took any opportunity to be around when she might be undressed, or wearing less than usual. I stayed over or dinner pretty often, and I even started dropping silverware so I could lean down under the table and stare. I didn't bother when she was in jeans, unless they were really tight. But boy did I get clumsy when she was in a dress or skirt! If I caught a glimpse of her panties, I'd stroke off even more than usual before bed.
One time I swear she wasn't wearing panties, and I had to excuse myself, dash to the bathroom, and stroke myself right then. I imagined I was deep inside her forbidden cunt as I filled the wad of tissues with my spunk. Movie night took a different turn one Friday when Brayden's dad chose an action movie. In one scene, a woman was chased through a rough neighborhood. She got captured, and wound up in torn clothing tied to a chair. A motion caught my eye, and I realized Amanda was squirming on the couch. She was under a blanket, and I swear her arm was moving! Was the scene turning her on? Holy shit, did she like being tied up? Degraded? I'd heard of that but I didn't think it was real. I got up and moved to the couch, stretching out and getting my legs under the blanket. She stopped, but after a few minutes she was back at it. She was turned on! The realization made me moan.
I about had a heart attack when Amanda heard me. She reached out under the blanket.
"Are you okay sweetie?" The motion fluffed the blanket, and for the first time in my life I caught a whiff of her arousal. It hit me like a ton of bricks, and I inhaled deeply. I was incredibly hard, and hoped it wasn't obvious.
"I'm fine, it's just an exciting movie." I looked her in the eye. "Very exciting. Isn't it?"
"It sure is" she said, and licked her lips. I nearly came in my shorts.
Now I was truly obsessed. I imagined Brayden's mother tied down, helpless, with me on top of her using her body. Mercilessly.
That weekend I had agreed to help Brayden and his dad with some yard work. I saw an opportunity. I brought up the movie, talking about how exciting it had been. I was trying to see if I could learn anything further. I brought up the scene with the tied up woman, saying that the actress must have hated even filming that scene. Brayden's dad smirked and said "Don't be so sure. Some women love that. Love it." It took quite a while for that smile to fade away. Ho-lee-shit. Amanda got turned on by bondage.
I got bolder. I ducked into the bathroom when I knew she was in the shower. She asked what I was doing, but not one word of objection. So I did it more. I was practically living at their house now. My ducking into the bathroom during her showers became routine between the two of us. No one else knew, I don't think. I decided to burst in as she was getting out. She was a bit surprised the first time. I was a bit thrilled at the sight of her breast. She pretended to try and slap me. Six months earlier I'd have been scared, and apologetic. This wasn't six months earlier. I caught her hand in midair and said "Oh no you don't, that's going to cost you your towel."
I jerked the towel off of her. There she was. My friend's mother. Naked. I could see her snatch. I held onto her arm, so she only had one free, and she put that over her breasts. That left her vagina uncovered. I wanted in that vagina so fucking bad. She squirmed a bit, but she also bit her lip. I spun her around and smacked her bare ass. My hand touched Amanda's bare ass. She whimpered, but blew my mind when she bent over a bit, offering her ass for more.
Just then I heard a door elsewhere in the house. Shit, I had thought it was just us. I gave her one more slap, finished it with a squeeze of that glorious cheek, and dashed back to the half bath near the front door. I closed the door, locked it, and stroked myself off several times, licking the hand that had smacked her ass.
I desperately wanted to take it further, but I didn't know how. Amanda sure knew what she wanted though. She wanted to drive me completely out of my mind. She realized what the silverware trick meant. She almost always wore skirts or short dresses. I got to know the look of the cunt between her thighs. She'd even spread them for me when she heard the clatter. How everyone else failed to see what was going on, I have no idea. Maybe they did see it, but I didn't care. She would dash from her room to the bathroom, and before long when she thought it was safe she was strolling into the kitchen in just a towel or her panties, topless and proud. She'd even try to catch my eye and give the girls a wiggle. It was indeed driving me crazy. What was next?
That question answered itself when her husband had a trip out of town for a few nights. After he mentioned it, Amanda seemed to ramp up the tease even more. I caught her using a vibrator with her door cracked a few times. I was getting so horny I was almost angry. I started planning her bondage and my release.
Her husband left on his trip around midday. Amanda had arranged for Brayden to be away for a few hours. His aunt needed his help or something, fuck if I remember. I waved goodbye to Brayden, then headed home. I went to my room and locked the door. I stroked out the biggest orgasm I could, imagining what I was going to do that night. When my balls were empty I cleaned up and took a nap. I wanted to be well rested. Mom was really happy to have me home for dinner. That made me chuckle. If only she'd known what I was planning. After mom and dad went to bed, I gathered some things and snuck out. I loitered near Brayden's house, and occasionally checked the windows. When the last light went out, I waited ten more minutes and then made my move.
I knew which door was always unlocked, so I let myself in. I moved quietly down the hall. I listened at Amanda's door. Nothing. I quietly went in, locking the door behind me. I moved silently to the bed. If she wasn't completely asleep, she was close. Her eyes flew open when she felt the gag on her mouth. I gripped her wrists in one of my hands. She resisted, but just as I'd expected I was much stronger. Her legs thrashed as I bound her wrists and stretched them over her head. Now she was gagged and bound to the headboard.
I was prepared to tie down her legs, too, but I was hoping I wouldn't have to. If they were free, I'd be able to do more. Flip her over and take her doggystyle, bend her at the waist to fuck her deeper, that sort of thing. Time to find out if I was going to have that luxury. Even though she was already gagged, I put my hand over her mouth and whispered in her ear.
"I've wanted you for so long. I think you know it. I think you want me. Don't you?"
Even in the near total darkness, I could see her eyes looking toward me. Could she see me? Could she recognize my voice? She knew it was me, didn't she?
Her legs stopped thrashing.
She nodded.
