All characters are 18 years or older.
I would like to thank woodlands1946 for taking the time to review my story.
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My mother's best friend, Vicky, caught her husband having an affair with his secretary. At least that is what Mom told me when I came home from school and got the news. After she spoke with my mom about it, it was decided she would come to stay with us while she looked for a new place to live. Vicky, after speaking with my mom, decided she had had enough of her husband being unfaithful.
I never imagined how much my life would be changed by this event.
A couple things immediately raced through my 18 year old brain. First, where would she be sleeping since we live in a small two bedroom apartment that shared a common bathroom? Secondly, how was I going to hide my raging boners I knew I would get with her living here?
I've had the biggest crush on Vicky, for as long as I can remember. She's about the same age as my mom, Trish, and has a body to kill for. Every time I took a sly peek at her luscious globes, my dick would throb. They were always under the short, low cut shirts she would wear. Her long black hair and blues eyes caused my young mouth to water, and on several occasions, I wondered what it would be like to kiss her big, soft, pouty lips.
That evening after dinner, Vicky arrived, and mom greeted her at the door.
"Chris come help with the luggage." Mom yelled and I immediately went towards the door. Vicky smiled as I approached and my cock grew as I took in her sexy figure.
"Wow", Vicky exclaimed looking me up and down, "what a nice-looking young man you've become. Let me take a look at you."
I stood in front of Vicky as she gave me a quick once over and a peck on the cheek.
"I can't believe how big you've gotten," I heard her say. But, as she said it, I noticed she was looking down at my crotch.
"Um... Thanks, Vicky. Where am I putting her stuff Mom?"
"Well, in my room, of course." Mom replied. So I grabbed all her belongings and headed down the hall. As I walked away I could hear Vicky still talking about me to Mom.
I put Vicky's things next to the foot of Mom's bed and had to wonder how they both were going to sleep. It was only a twin. That's when I had my first sexual vision that involved my mother. I imagined both of them embracing each other with their legs intertwined while they kissed.
"Chris! What are you doing in there?" I heard Mom yell and it caused me to take the short cut to my bedroom, passing through the bathroom. I knew I had to keep away from them until my stiffness subsided.
"I'll be right out Mom. I want to change." I said, not thinking it was still too early to put my pajamas on. However, I wasn't exactly thinking straight at the time.
Thankfully, Mom didn't question me about it, and we all settled in the living room while Mom and Vicky discussed her failed marriage. I turned the TV on and acted like I was involved in what was playing. But, in reality, I was more interested in checking Vicky out as she sat next to Mom on our small sofa. She had her legs crossed, and my eyes would glance over every time she switched positions. Her short skirt ended just above her knees, and I had hopes of seeing higher.
Mom and Vicky talked for a couple more hours then rose and got up, heading to their shared room for the night. I remained, by myself on the sofa.
Over the next few days, that became our nightly routine.
In the mornings, Mom and Vicky would use the bathroom before me. They would then leave for work as I finished dressing and headed to out to my classes. In the evenings, Mom would either order some take out or cook supper. I would then do the dishes while they watched television and chatted about their days. Lastly, we would all sit on the small sofa and enjoy the tube before retiring in the evening.
That routine went on until the night I had lots of homework and had spread my papers out on the coffee table. I knew I would be staying up late to finish it all, and I think Mom did too. When Mom finally got up to go to bed, Vicky said, "Do you mind if I keep you company for a while?"
Mind? Are you kidding me?
I thought.
"Um... no, not at all," I answered.
For the first-time, Mom went into her room on her own, leaving her sexy friend alone with me. Vicky sat on the sofa as I spent the next two hours finishing my work. When I finished, I sighed and announced I was done.
"Are you going to sleep now or watching some TV?" Vicky asked.
"I think I'll watch some TV. My mind is still racing from the homework." I said.
With Vicky on one end of the sofa and me on the other, we watched a movie. As the night progressed, the room became a bit chillier and it wasn't long before Vicky reached for the quilt we kept under the end table for just such occasions.
"You want to share the blanket?" She asked.
"Yea that sounds great" I said. Vicky eased herself closer as she draped our bodies with the blanket. I was startled when she then leaned in and rested her head on my shoulder while she curled her legs up on the couch.
"OH! This is much better." I heard her cheerfully say as her warmth and sexual awareness took hold of my body.
My heart began to thump loudly in my chest as I tried to think how I could get this to go further. After a couple of minutes, I nudged her as her head rested on my arm. She lifted her head giving me just enough time to make my play.
"Here, I think this will be more comfortable," I said as I put my arm over her shoulder, leaving my chest for her to rest her head on. To my overwhelming joy, that is exactly what she did.
I was in pure heaven, inhaling her perfumed hair which awakened all my senses. I also became fully aware of the pressure of her left breast which was pressing tight against my side. I felt my cock immediately start slowly rising.
Several minutes passed as I enjoyed my new-found sexual bliss. I became very accustomed to our embrace and then heard Vickie's breathing become heavy and slow. I figured she must have dozed off. The movie had just ended and the late-night news was about to start. I knew it wouldn't be long before she woke up and would be leaving to go to Mom's room. I decided to push my luck.
The hand that I had draped over her arm began to lightly stroke her skin, which made barely audible moans escape from her lips. But then I heard footsteps from behind and knew Mom had come out of her room.
"Wow! Don't you two look cozy," she said, looking in on us.
Vicky stirred and came awake saying,"Yes. This is very nice. I almost don't want to leave."
"Is there room for one more?" Mom said.
"I think we can make room," Vicky answered and pulled her legs in tight while scrunching herself even closer to me. Mom sat down on the other end of the sofa and I felt the presence of Vicky's hand resting on my upper thigh. It was only inches from my stiff member. Without thinking, I squeezed her arm and was surprised when her hand did the same to my thigh.
Vicky's hand, only inches from my tool, made me want to thrust my hips up, and I did my best to control my building urges. As we watched the tube, I felt her fingers sliding slowly on my thigh. Gently, they crept closer to my cock until I felt them brush across my shaft. It sent a rush of sensual pleasure through my body, and I held my breath as her fingertips traced up and down the length of my shaft. I knew I would explode soon if she kept this up.
I then vaguely heard Mom blurt something about the news and Vicky turned to answer. As she turned, she slyly cupped my ball sack with her hand.
I glanced over at Mom to see if she was aware that her best friend was going to make me cum any second from toying with my nuts. But she was too engrossed in the news to notice what was taking place next to her. I couldn't hold back any longer and felt my hot sperm race to the tip of my pole. My hand clutched Vicky's arm as my ass lifted off the couch. This only made Vicky tug on my balls harder, putting me over the top. I exploded inside my underwear.
My cock kept pumping jets of sperm as she pulled and tugged on my balls. I felt like I would pass out from the pleasure that was consuming my body. I don't know why Mom didn't hear my grunts I desperately tried to conceal under my breath.
It was then I realized I had a problem. There was no way I could hide my sticky, soaked pants from Mom when I got up. But luck was on my side, and I gave a sigh of relief when Mom got up, announcing she was going to bed.
"Yes I'm feeling sleepy myself," Vicky said as Mom got up from the couch.
As we watched Mom make her way back to her bedroom, Vicky turned, looked at me and smiled. "Let's see what kind of a mess you made" and slipped her fingers inside my pants. Wrapping her hand around my cock, she gave it a couple of long tight strokes. My mind was blown when she pulled her hand out and licked her fingers and said. "Mmmmm! I love the taste of cum."
I was speechless and couldn't move. All I did was watch as Vicky removed herself from the couch and strutted down the hall to Mom's bedroom.
The next morning my head was still spinning from the night before, and my dick went rock hard as I thought back how Vicky made me cum while Mom sat right next to us. I had to wonder how far this was going to go. Would I get to see those wonderful globes she had? Would she let me fuck her? My hand went to my cock, and I stroked it as I envisioned myself pounding her succulent pussy while she told me to fuck her harder.
Just then, I heard Vicky in the bathroom yell to my mother she was going to take a shower. I sat up on my bed and listened as I heard the sound of the shower turning on. Quietly, I tiptoed to the door and listened from my room. I could tell she was already in the shower.
Now is my chance.
I thought.
My hand began to shake as I grabbed the door handle. Slowly, I turned the knob and cracked open the door.
I peeked into the steam filled room and my eyes caught a movement in the mirror that hung over the sink. My mouth dropped when I found Vicky's wonderfully bare body visible in the reflection. I continued to watch as she ran her soapy hands across her naked wet flesh. I couldn't help but pull my underwear down and stroke my super stiff cock as Vicky lathered up her marvelous breasts with both her hands.
Then the unthinkable happened. In my sex driven trance, I didn't realize that I had opened the door too far. To my horror, Vicky's eyes were looking back at me. However, instead of saying anything or covering up her exposed flesh, she slowly slithered a hand down her body and began to wash her most sacred spot. Her other hand playfully moved across her right bosom.
