This story is a sequel to 'New Year's Kisses.' As readers might recall, New Year's night was quite eventful. What made it so exciting was meeting young Jeff Martin again after ten years. Jeff was my son, Josh's boyhood friend. The two of them were the same age and inseparable pals for years. At least they were close, until an incident occurred when that completely changed their relationship.
Without making you sit through the details, they witnessed my husband and I having sex. Soon after that, their friendship waned and they both went separate ways. Since then, they have matured into handsome twenty-four year old young men, poised to make an impact on the world and break a few hearts along the way.
When I heard the two of them had recently rekindled their friendship, it was no surprise to hear these two eligible bachelors were moving in together. What concerned me was whether or not Jeff had told my son about the New Year's incident. Although it had been one my most sexually exciting moments, there's no way my son needed to hear how his mother was low enough to fuck his best friend.
Josh had been away at college and was used to living on his own for several years, so it wasn't critical that my husband and I help him move in. I did consider it a show of respect, when he invited us to help him get settled in his new two-bedroom apartment. "The place is pretty clean Mom, and we should have most everything moved in, by the time you and Dad get here," said Josh on the phone.
"Sounds great Honey, we'll see you tomorrow then," I answered.
My husband had to deal with an unexpected job crisis and couldn't accompany me. I dressed for the warm spring day in a pair of white cut-offs and a white, sleeveless cotton blouse. Making the drive across town, I wondered if any of their girl friends would be there to help out. Josh had an on-again-off-again romance with a fiery brunette named Michelle. But it was blonde Amy, Jeff's affable girlfriend from New Year's night, who met me in the parking lot of the boys' apartment complex.
"Well hello again, Mrs. B! I'm so glad you could make it! At least I'm not the only girl here, with these two studs prancing around," squeaked the petite blond, in her hip-hugging jean-shorts and hot pink tube top. Recalling Jeff's problems with Amy, I was a bit surprised to see the preppy little cock-teaser.
"So you and Jeff still got it going on?" I asked, as she grinned and took my hand.
"Oh yeah; gotta keep that one on a short leash," she spouted a well-rehearsed line.
The shirtless guys were wrestling with an oversized sofa in the stairwell, when I first saw them. Grunting and bitching, they heaved the sofa through their apartment door. Tall, dark and sexy Jeff was the first to say hello. "Hi ya Missus B, glad you could make it."
"Hey Mom, thanks for coming; that's the last of it!" sweaty Josh echoed.
Watching their toned muscles ripple, as they placed the sofa next to a wall, it zipped through my brain what great looking young hunks they were. Amy gave me a fifty-cent tour of the upscale apartment; while I heard the guys crack open a pair of beers. When I asked about Josh's girlfriend, Amy said Michelle and Josh were on the "off-again" cycle.
"Have a cold one Barb," Jeff said, tossing me a beer, as Amy and I ended the quick tour.
"Don't mind if I do," I said, popping the top. "Hey, looks like you guys got a nice place here. There's even a little room that would make a nice darkroom for you Josh!"
"Thanks Mom. Yeah, I think there's enough room to set up my photo stuff. Well, I'm glad you approve - should be a great place to hose chicks, don't you think?" Chuckled my blond-haired son, giving me a squeeze around the waist.
"Hey you, watch your language," I reprimanded him and blushed, for appearance sake.
"You know I'm only kidding. You're the only girl for me," he schmoozed and planted a kiss on my cheek.
"Well, I don't know about you guys, but Margaritas sound good to me - how about it Barb, err I mean Mrs. B?" Bubbled Amy.
"Sure Amy, we should celebrate and christen the new abode in style," I replied.
The boys pointed us to where the drink fixings should be packed and went off to start setting up their bedrooms, while Amy and I mixed up a double batch of Margaritas. As we girl-talked, she apologized for her abrupt exit on New Years. "I'm so glad you guys were able to give Jeff a lift home. He was just pushing me too hard, you know, about the sex thing," she admitted.
"No problem; I understand what you mean, about not wanting to rush things," I said, pseudo sympathetically.
"It's not that I don't want to. I mean I really WANT to, especially with Jeff. I'm on the pill and everything. It's just my Mom. She thinks I should wait, you know, until we're sure he's serious," she sighed and downed two quick drinks.
"We?"
"Yeah me and... my Mom, I guess," she admitted reluctantly.
"Maybe that's the problem," I started, when Amy let out a blood-curdling scream.
I turned quickly to see the two guys creeping up from behind to shoot her with a pair of huge water guns. Like a pair of commandos on a raid, they continued to pepper her from head to toe with long spurts from their weapons. Seeing they weren't soon to let up, she took off after Jeff, while Josh stood there laughing.
"Boys and their toys," I shook my finger at Josh. "I hope she's got something else to put on; you guys drenched her," I concluded, hearing boxes falling and Amy's shrieks from one of the bedrooms.
"I just hope..." Josh started.
"What?" I smiled.
"I just hope YOU'VE got another change of clothes!" He smirked and opened up on me with his water gun.
"Oh no you don't! Josh, now quit it!" I demanded, as he took aim at my cutoffs, then my blouse. Wherever I covered up, he sprayed me in another pivotal spot, until I was soaked in all the strategic places. It was all in play, but with my blouse and white bra saturated, you could clearly see my nipples.
"OK Mister, that's quite enough," I said, walking toward my bare-chested son. He stood solid and shot me up and down. By then, I gave up on covering up and ignored the streams of cold water spraying me.
"Just letting off some steam, Mom; that's all," he laughed, trying to hide the gun behind him. Standing chest to chest with him, he played keep-away, as I reached behind him for the gun. As I moved my wet boobs against his naked chest to reach for it, he looked down at my hard nipples. "I think you're the winner," he whispered.
"Winner of what?"
"The wet t-shirt contest, silly," he laughed and finally relinquished the gun.
I backed away from him, looked down at my big round boobs, well formed by the slick water and winked. "Never lost one yet," I said, proudly sticking out my chest. "I suppose now you expect me to dance around and strip, like the rest of your honeys, hmmm?" I suggested and sprayed his crotch.
"That's a great idea!" His eyes opened wide, as I shot his jeans over and over again.
"Well it ain't gonna happen!" I stated and looked down to see the outline of his hardon forming. Excited and embarrassed at the sight of my son's arousal, I ran down the hall into Jeff's room.
Wet Amy was spread out flat on her back on the carpet, with her tube top down around her waist, while Jeff knelt between her legs. Still shirtless, Jeff had undone his jeans and was lowering them over his cute bare ass, when Amy spotted me at the door.
"Oh my God Jeff, there she is - get off," I heard Amy whisper and watched her pull her top back up.
Jeff glanced back at me, smiled, but let his pants fall to his knees. My eyes lit up with a degree of interest, as he jacked his familiar ten-inch erection for our mutual benefit. Like a Pavlov dog in heat, my pussy wet with desire for it. "I don't give a shit. She can watch all she wants," he said and unzipped her shorts.
"Well I CARE!" Yelled Amy and scooted from underneath him.
"Here Mom, you can use the bathroom to change," said Josh, tapping me on the shoulder from behind. Like a frozen ice sculpture suddenly thawed, I turned toward my son. He handed me a chambray shirt and a pair of boxers. I regrouped enough to say "thanks" and headed for the bathroom.
Closing the door behind me, I heard the muffled voices of Jeff and Amy, clear enough to figure they were in a heated argument. I pealed off my wet clothes and donned the dry, oversized denim shirt and shorts. I heard slamming doors and then an eerie silence, while I wrung out my wet clothes and hung them up to dry. I was working on my wet panties, I heard a tiny tapping on the door.
Closing my unbuttoned shirt collar, I cracked open the door enough to see who it was. A crack was all Jeff needed to force the door open, backing me against the wall with it. "Sorry you had to see that, Barb," he said, closing the door.
