My Mother and Her Best Friend

All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 years of age or older.

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I was back home for the first time since Christmas. My father passed away five years ago, so I visited home more often. My mother had taken most of his life and accidental death insurance money and opened a successful, seasonal, bed and breakfast. My childhood home had four bed and two baths. She converted one of the bedrooms into another bathroom, so that each bedroom had its own full bath.

The portion that she didn't use she gave to me. I took that money and spent two years getting different licenses and became a successful, independent, handyman. By going to school and getting those licenses, I was able to get contracts with cities and towns all over the state. Since I was self-employed, worked alone and available to work all hours, I was able to charge my clients less money than they would have to pay a company.

When my mother called and asked me about the quote, a contracting company had given her to repair the B&B to get ready for the upcoming season, I told her they were ripping her off. I'd do the repairs and maintenance myself. I arrived home just after noon on Saturday. When I walked into the kitchen, my mother was sitting at the table drinking tea with her best friend Carrie. Mom got up, hugged me, and handed me a cold can of Pepsi. I took a drink, said hello, caught up with some gossip, and got to work.

I went upstairs and replaced the plumbing in all three bathrooms. The idiots that mom had hired five years ago, used copper piping. It's far more expensive, it must be soldered, it's noisy when high pressure goes through, it must be insulated, and it could burst in cold temperatures. PVC is cheaper, doesn't clog as easily, doesn't need to be insulated, doesn't leave a metallic taste in your water, and many other reasons why it's better, in my opinion. All that work had taken hours to complete.

I also went out to my truck, got my snake, and snaked the shower/tub drains in all three bathrooms as well. I took a shot-vac to all the floor vents and the main house vent. I changed the air filter on the furnace and central air unit. I was now ready to start working in the main kitchen.

I was sitting down on the floor and undoing the garbage disposal from the sink, when I heard them start giggling. I had just finished cleaning the disposal out into a bag when I heard what they were saying.

"You wouldn't mind if I borrowed Sean so he could clean out my she-shed, would you? It's been dusty since Bob left." Carrie said.

"Well, he's always had a crush on you, so I'm sure he'd love to help." my mother replied.

"MOM!" I exclaimed and bumped the back of my head on the underneath edge of the sink counter.

"Son of a hazmot!" I said loudly, rubbing the back of my head.

They started hysterically laughing. I stood up and leaned on the kitchen counter, looking at them.

Carrie still looked beautiful as ever in her sixties. She had full shoulder length gray hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a green dress that went down to her knees with black pantyhose and black flats. I always did have a crush on her. She deserved much better than her drunken, abusive, asshole of an ex-husband she had. I used to imagine being married to her when I was a teenager.

A piece of pineapple hit me and got my attention.

"Good lord Sean, control yourself." my mother said giggling.

"Oh my!" Carrie said giggling as well.

I realized to my embarrassment, that I'd gotten hard thinking about Carrie and it was very obvious in my jeans. I quickly covered my crotch with my hands, like a teenage boy in class.

"I'm gonna go get the truck camper ready for tonight." I replied, leaning forward to start to leave.

"Oh Sean." Carrie said standing up. "It wasn't exactly a state secret sweetie."

She put her hands on my chest. "I find it quite flattering that I still have that effect on you." she said, then kissed me on the cheek.

"You aren't sleeping in that damn camper Sean." my mother chimed in.

"You're gonna stay in my spare room young man. I'll go get everything ready." Carrie said as she left out the kitchen patio door.

I looked over at my mother, "First of all, there's nothing wrong with the camper. Secondly, how could you say that out loud mom, do you know how awkward this is now."

"I know how much you love it, but, you're home among family and friends. You don't need to be sleeping in that thing."

"Mom, I'm telling you, you'd love it too. Why don't you sleep in it tonight and I'll sleep in your room.

"I am sixty-six years old. I'm too old to be climbing and sleeping in a damn camper." she said laughing.

"And I'm twenty-eight. I don't need to be intruding on her when I got a perfectly good option."

"Intruding on her is the right option. Now you go over there and put some pep back in her step." my mother said, pinching my cheek.

"You pimping me out mom?" I sarcastically asked.

"Oh yeah. Pay me my cut or you're going to meet the business end of your father's twelve gauge. You feel me boy." my mother said with a laugh.

I kissed her on top of head and walked out to my camper. My truck camper was the best thing that ever happened to me, besides my parents. Two years ago, I decided to go to a police auction with one of my friends in Columbus on a free Saturday afternoon. They were selling houses, cars, trucks, mowers, just all kinds of goodies. My buddy saw this truck camper sitting all by its lonesome.

He went on about camping with his father in one. When it came time for it to be auctioned off, it was going really slow. It was only at five hundred dollars, so I decided that I was going to buy it for my friend, in exchange for his computer services. I raised my paddle at six hundred dollars. That's when it started going up. I finally ended up being the highest bidder. I had to cut a check for fifteen hundred dollars.

When we walked out to the camper, I told him what I did. He gave me a hug and then told me that he was truly touched. However, he could not accept it. I had overlooked an important aspect. He didn't own a truck. Luckily, I had a 2017 Ford F-350 Super Duty to load it up on. Since we didn't how, we called my buddy's dad who drove down and helped us. It was when he got there that he informed me,

"You got one hellava deal there son. One hellava a deal."

Turns out I had purchased a 2019 Northern Lite 10-2 EX CD Special Edition Wet Bath. It retails for over forty thousand dollars. It has a full queen-sized bed with a skylight, three burner stove, full sink, microwave, refrigerator/freezer, flat screen tv, the table slid down to make a second bed and came with solar panels. My buddy and his father followed me home. I had my moments of trouble with an extra four thousand pounds of payload on the back.

The three of us spent the next day celebrating my incredible find and getting the whole thing set up. My buddy and his father showed me how to run everything. The propane tanks, the batteries, the water hookups, etc. By the time the game came on, all three of us were hammered. Their wives were none too pleased to have to pick them up and drive them home. I ended up making all kinds of memories with that camper, but those are stories for another time.

I stepped up into my camper, grabbed a bottle of Pepsi out of the fridge and sat down at the table. I took a nice drink and then let my head fall back against the cabinet wall. It was a two-hour drive to get here and then I spent the next few hours doing all the work in the bed and breakfast for mom. It would be nice to eat a home-cooked meal and take a long, hot shower.

I took another drink, got up and climbed onto the bed. I store my clothes and toiletries in storage spaces on the sides of the bed, so I grabbed a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and my bag. I went to the control panel and turned off the propane power, leaving only the power from my solar panels to run the refrigerator/freezer. I locked up my camper and made my way towards Carrie's house.

As I was walking up onto the deck, I could smell meatloaf through the screen door. I knocked and walked in. Carrie was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of wine. She was still wearing the green dress with black hose, but she'd taken her flats off.

"Sean, when you're done with your shower, can you help me get my closet door back in its track? It slipped off when I got my dress out this morning." she asked, taking a drink of wine, and bouncing her foot up and down.

I felt myself starting to get hard again quickly, so I replied.

"Of course, and thank you for letting me stay here. I do appreciate it."

She stood up and started walking towards me.

"I'm sure it'll be my pleasure." she said, kissing me on the cheek again.

"Now you go get cleaned up after working so hard today. Supper will be ready in an hour or so."

As I started walking away, she took my sweats and t-shirt from me.

"I'll put these in the spare room for you sweetie." she said.

When she took them from me, her hand made contact with my crotch. I was at three-fourths mast. She looked up at me smiling while biting her lower lip. I rushed past her into the bathroom and closed the door. I flipped the light, turned on the hot water and got undressed. As soon as the water was hot enough, I got in. I grabbed the soap and started stroking my cock. With everything that had gone on and my imagination, I shot off in a few minutes. It was much need relief.

I took a long hot shower. It felt great. I had fine dust from cutting the PVC all over my hands and arms. I had dirt and grease on my face. I smelled like sweat, so this was a very welcome difference from the six-gallon water heater available in my truck camper's wet bath. I lathered up on my Old Spice Body Wash. After enjoying the hot water for a final minute, I turned off the shower, grabbed the towel and started drying off.

I opened the curtain and stepped out. The stark contrast of the hot air trapped by the shower curtain and the cold air outside of it, really hits you when you open that curtain. I turned around and put my foot up on the side of the tub/shower to dry my legs and feet off. Once completely dry, I walked down the hall to the guest bedroom. I went to open the door, but it was locked.

"Ms. Jones the door to the guestroom is locked." I said walking towards the kitchen, where I saw her last.

"Yeah, it does that sometimes. The key is here in my room."

I tied the towel onto my waist and walked down to the end of the hallway to her bedroom. I opened the door, and she was sitting on her bedroom bench, leaning against the end of the bed with her legs crossed. She was wearing a black slip that stopped just above her knees. I was just staring at her. I had dreams like this since I was a teenager.

"Is this what you always dreamed about Sean?" she asked with a sexy little grin.

I smiled right back and replied, "Not yet." and I dropped my towel.

I'm six feet tall and I bounce between two-hundred and one-hundred and eighty pounds, depending on the time of year. That dumbass "BMI Calculator" will say I'm overweight, but I am quite muscular, and muscle weights more than fat, so it can fuck right off.

I know exactly what I'm packing. I posed nude at a few local colleges, quite a few of the of the young ladies and a couple of teachers, took a ruler to me. I'm exactly seven and a half inches long and just a hair slimmer than an Aquafina bottle.

My soldier was standing bolt upright and ready to serve. I started walking towards Carrie and her eyes were glued to my crotch. As I got closer to her, she moved off the bench and onto the edge of the bed.

"That's bigger than I thought it would be." she said looking at me with a mixture of emotions in her voice.

I put my foot on the bench, lifted myself up and right into her lips. My aggression must have been a surprise to her because she didn't respond right away. I pulled my head back.

"If this isn't what you really want Ms. Jones then I'll leave you alone." I said.

She smiled, grabbed me with both hands and kissed me softly on my lips.

"No Sean, I don't want you to go. It's just been a long time for me, and I haven't been this turned on in so many years."

I leaned forward and kissed her again. She put her arms around me and pulled me on top of her. I rested most of my weight on my arms while we lustfully kissed each other. I moved over so that I was laying beside her, never breaking contact with her lips. I started rubbing her tits. She started moaning as I moved from one to the other. Her nipples were hard, so I started to lightly pinch them. She finally moved my head back with her hands. Her face and chest were flushed.

She was breathing heavily and smiling. "It's been so long since" was all she got out.

I moved down, pushed the slip up and saw her pussy for the first time. I could smell her arousal. I could see how wet she was already. She didn't have a lot of hair, just a small tuft of gray hair at the top. Almost like a natural landing strip. I lay myself down and kissed her inner thigh. She giggled. I kissed the inside of her other thigh and got the same response. I then slowly kissed up her thigh. As I got closer to her pussy, her breathing got heavier.

When I got to her opening, I stuck my tongue inside and slowly licked all the way up to her clit. She moaned loudly. I swirled my tongue around her button, then went back down to the bottom again. I flattened my tongue and up one side, skipped her clit and back down the other. Her hands were slightly gripped on my head while she moaned and poured juices out into my mouth. On the fifth time of doing this, when I got to her clit, I sucked it into my hard and flicked it with my tongue. She pulled my face tight against her, lifted her hips up and screamed. No words, just a scream.

Finally, she let go of my head and fell to the bed. I took a few deep breaths and moved upwards. I felt the head of my cock hit her open pussy. She was still breathing hard and had her eyes closed. I smiled inwardly and staring right at her face, I quickly pushed my hips forward. As wet as she was, she was still fairly tight. I buried half my length inside her on that first push. Her eyes shot open wide, her head came up, she grabbed my arms and opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

I held myself still for a few moments getting used to her tightness. I pulled back until only the tip was inside and I saw her head fall back and her eyes closed. I pressed forward again this time slowly yet forcefully and buried all but the final inch in her.

"Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggg" she moaned as I felt her pussy contracting on me.

I once again held myself still. I was looking right at her face, so when she lifted her head and opened her eyes again, she saw me. She grabbed my face and pulled me to her lips. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and wrestled with them. I counted to ten in my head, pulled back out and slammed forward with all the strength I had in my hips. She was a tight fit. It wasn't my high school girlfriend Leslie and I losing our virginities on prom night tight, but, it wasn't too far away.

I lay myself down on top of her while she garbled out unintelligible words. Ground her hips into mine. Moaned with heavy breaths while squeezing her hands into my back. I started nibbling on her earlobe and kissing her neck. I counted to thirty in my head then started thrusting myself in and out. She had loosened up a bit, so I was sliding in and out easier. I had only been going slowly for a minute or so

"Oooooooooooooooooh god I'm cummingggggggggggggg" she moaned loudly.

I slowed the pace down but never stopped, as she rolled through her orgasm.

She pushed up on my shoulders, so I pushed myself up and put my body weight onto my hands. I started thrusting again. Soon I was fucking her like she was as college girl. I was pounding her hard and fast. A minute or so later,

"I'm cumming again, oh shit.........aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh" Carrie screamed out.

This time I didn't slow down. Sweat started dripping off my head and face. Carrie just continued to scream out her pleasure. Finally, I stopped and held myself completely buried inside her. Her pussy contracting and releasing my cock. I needed to catch my breath. She summoned her strength and pushed me to the side of her. My cock making a wet pop as I slipped out.

"No more. I can't take anymore." Carrie said, as she rolled onto her side, literally purring like a cat, and crying with pleasure.

It's not the first time that I've made a woman cry with pleasure from sex. Usually after I had cum so I could cuddle and hold the woman. I groaned in frustration and lay down on my back. I threw an arm over my eyes and took some deep breaths. I suddenly felt a mouth engulf almost my entire cock.

"Oh yes, take it all." I groaned and opened my eyes.

"Oh god mom!" I yelled.

She pulled her mouth off my cock and started sliding her hand up and down my full length.

"Sometimes a mother has to take matters into her own hands." she said.

She dropped her head back down and started giving me an incredible blowjob. She ran her tongue around the rim of the head then slowly took me into her mouth. Mom was able to take most of my length, slobbering out the corners of her mouth, then sucking hard while coming up. Then her hand was like a fist of fury. Then repeating. After I don't know how long, I felt my balls start to boil.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum."

"Oh yeah baby, fill mommy's belly with your hot cum." she replied huskily and taking me as deep as possible.

I shot rope after rope of my thick cum, straight down mom's throat. I groaned loudly with each shot, as my orgasm washed over my body. Mom groaned with each shot, and I could feel her throat milking me. When I finally stopped cumming, mom pulled off of my cock and opened her mouth. She showed me there was nothing there.

"My god son, that was a hellava load you gave mommy."

I smiled down at her, "Thank you mom, I really needed that. You're incredible!" I said, catching my breath.

"You have a long, thick, beautiful, fuck stick son." she said waving it in her hands.

"Please don't kill Carrie with it." she said laughing.

"No promises. At least I'll send her out happy." I replied chuckling.

A loud snore caused us to laugh even more. We looked over to see that Carrie had fallen asleep. Mom kissed me on the forehead then started walking away.

"Make sure you have some energy left to work in the morning." she said laughing as she closed the bedroom door.

I chuckled to myself as I got up and put the blanket over Carrie. I walked around to the other side, got in underneath, and snuggled up beside her. I knew that I was going to enjoy teaching and using her for the next few days.