Veronica and Lauren had been friends since childhood. Over the years they'd leaned on each other emotionally through everything: high school, college, marriage, kids, and divorce. They'd always confided in each other too, never keeping any secrets. However one night everything changed for Lauren. She saw a side of Veronica she never knew existed and in so doing shed light on a hidden part of her own psyche as well.
Lauren had a lousy day at work. Actually the whole week had been lousy, so Lauren was really looking forward to Friday night. Veronica had asked if she wanted to check out a new club in town, and so they planned a girl's night out together. The club was pretty good; the music was great, but the guys there were a bit too full of themselves for either woman's tastes. Veronica and Lauren danced with a few of them, but mostly they'd kept to themselves and drank. And drank. And drank. The two women were both pretty tipsy by the end of the night, leaving at about 1 AM. Sharing a cab back home, Veronica suggested Lauren stay at her place for the night.
"OK," Lauren replied. "I didn't really feel like going back to that big empty house tonight anyway."
"Feeling a bit lonely since Trevor went off to college, huh Lauren," Veronica said.
"Yeah. He's coming home for the summer next week though, so I'll have him back soon... at least for a while," Lauren said.
The cab pulled up to Veronica's house and Lauren paid the fare while Veronica went in to get her guestroom ready. She really didn't have to go to any trouble, Lauren was so tipsy she could've just have passed out on her couch, but it was nice to finally crawl into a nice warm bed. In fact, it was so nice that Lauren quickly fell asleep.
A few hours later Lauren woke up with a headache and badly needing to pee. Getting up, she wandered groggily down the hall from the guestroom to Veronica's bathroom. On her way back, however, she heard a strange sound that caught her attention. Lauren was still in a daze from the alcohol, but she thought it sounded like Veronica's voice. Talking in her sleep, maybe? Lauren wasn't sure, but she thought she'd better check up on her friend just to make sure everything was OK.
When Lauren got to Veronica's room she could make out the sounds better; it was Veronica's voice all right. Moreover, she was not alone. "What?" Lauren wondered. "Vron's not dating anybody." The door was slightly ajar and Lauren's curiosity got the best of her. She just had to see who this mystery guy was.
Veronica was lying on her back, on top of her bed; her arms and legs clinging to her lover's waist as he gently fucked her in the missionary position. Each time he pushed his hips into her Veronica would sigh or moan in ecstasy. Lauren couldn't see the guy's face, but she could tell he knew how to please a woman from the way he pushed his hard cock slowly but firmly between Veronica's welcoming thighs. He had a sexy body too, fairly young looking, with broad shoulders, trim waist, and a nice, firm butt. "Who IS this guy?" Lauren asked herself. "I can't believe Veronica hasn't told me about him." Veronica moaned something to her lover Lauren couldn't make out, and he replied with a startling increase in his pace. He was really fucking Veronica now, thrusting harder and faster than Lauren had ever seen any man do before. Veronica's arms gripped him tightly around his muscular neck and her hips pushed back enthusiastically into him as if to say, "Fuck me harder." Lauren was getting a bit excited herself from watching; this impressive display two lovers in the heat of their passion was something she rarely managed to taste for herself, even during her marriage. The two of them frantically made love like this for several minutes, filling the room with their lusty groans until Vron's young buck pushed forward with a hard thrust and forced his masculine seed inside her. Even though he'd come, he obviously hadn't gone soft, because he almost immediately resumed pounding into Veronica, determined to make her come too. Veronica was clawing at her lover's back with her manicured nails, her torso thrashing to and fro on the bed beneath her in a frenzy of lust. After a few minutes of this he was rewarded for his efforts, as Veronica climaxed with a loud groan. He rolled off Veronica and lay next to her, and she dozed off to sleep, contentedly using his chest as a pillow. That's when Lauren got the shock of her life, as she could now see the young man's face. Lauren covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the sounds of her astonishment; the young stud that Veronica had just screwed the hell out of was none other than her own son, Greg. For a moment Lauren considered the possibility that alcohol was the cause of what had happened; perhaps Veronica had been under its influence. Lauren knew that wasn't the case, however. There was something about what Lauren had witnessed that told her this wasn't Greg and Veronica's first time together. Lauren went back to bed, trying to fall asleep, but instead spent most of the night trying to understand what was going on.
The next morning Lauren had breakfast with Veronica. They sat at Veronica's kitchen table, just chit-chatting. Greg was still asleep, although apparently some time after he'd had sex with Veronica he'd gotten up and headed back to his own room. Greg came down the stairs later, telling his mother that he was going to go to the library with a friend to study.
"Well have something to eat first, honey," Veronica said fretfully. "You know you shouldn't skip breakfast."
"Don't worry, Mom. We'll grab something along the way," Greg replied. Veronica asked Greg a few more questions, like when he was coming home, etc. Nothing about what they said or the tones in their voices belied anything more than a typical mother-son relationship. It almost made Lauren think what she'd seen the night before hadn't really happened. But it had. After Greg left Veronica and Lauren resumed their conversation, but Lauren couldn't concentrate on what her friend was saying, her mind obviously elsewhere. Veronica sensed that Lauren was out of sorts, asking repeatedly what the matter was.
"Nothing, Vron. I'm OK," Lauren tried to say as convincingly as she could.
"C'mon, Lauren. We're best friends. If something's bothering you, tell me," Veronica replied. "Don't we tell each other everything?" That last sentence really threw Lauren for a loop. Talk about keeping a secret; Lauren hadn't any idea about her and Greg. Lauren hadn't planned on saying anything to Veronica about the night before, but her curiosity was killing her. Besides, Veronica was really asking for it by flaunting about how they weren't supposed to keep secrets from each other. Lauren decided to open up the topic as carefully as possible. Who knows, maybe she was mistaken and it hadn't happened. Lauren had had quite a bit to drink, and perhaps her mind had played tricks on her.
