My Friends Mom

As I've read these other stories, it's about the same......but it is.....Mine. My junior year in high school, a new guy arrived, Fred. Quiet, but friendly. He worked out with me in the weight room, and he too joined the swimming team. We became close as time went along. His parents were divorced, so it was Fred, Debbie and their Mom. His Mom was so young looking, she could have passes for their older sister.....really. Often Fred, sister and I would ride horses up at their Dad's farm. Debbie was only 14 at the time, Fred 16, I was 17. It was there I learned about the whole story of the family, and put the pieces together as we'd ride thru the countryside. Their mom and dad got married very young, right out of high school....you know the whole story....and started having kids right away.

So, with Mom, they lived in a very nice apartment housing complex. Their mom worked for a major "big box" store out of NY, and was a Senior Buyer. She did well.

As another year went by, I became very comfortable with the three of them. I was up there, more than I was at home. MAINLY, because the complex had BOTH an outdoor and indoor pool complex. So, during the summertime, when we were outside, I'd often rub suntan lotion on both Debbie and Jean (mom). Jean really did have a nice Body. No, really, at the time she was only 36, and mildly had a nice figure. Still single, but was dating/seeing a guy in his late 50's I think, or there abouts. I never understood the relationship. Oh well. The four of us were becoming very comfortable with each other, hanging onto one another, laughing, joking......hugging ......the whole works.

I remember....Fred was taking his college exams to go off to college after he graduated. He was taking Advanced courses at the time. It was a Saturday. Jean, Debbie and I were at the pool, gathering up the towels, heading back up into the High Rise (10th flr). Debbie left first, then Jean and I gathered up the remaining stuff and followed up shortly. Innocently, and I do mean INNOCENTLY, I just happened to ask Jean, "why do you wear an old 1 piece bathing suit, like back in the 50's?".

Her reply was "well, I do have two teenage children". "No" I said, "you just answered how many kids you have........I asked about your bathing suit. Listen, you have a really nice figure....far better than half the girls at the pool. I was just wondering why the OLD suit. The "fad" is sleeker, two piece like Debbie's.....that's all" I remarked.

She just smiled at me.

So a few months down the road, Fred calls me up (no cell phones in the 60's). He was at his P/T job after school. His Mom needed a ride home from downtown, and couldn't drive the car because of her Stigmatism.....could I go and get her. "Sure, no problem" I said.

So, I take the high speed trolly to 69th street (no pun intended.....there really was a 69 st stop), then took the subway to 12th street. It was right at Warnamakers. Jean was waiting for me with a big smile. "Fred said you were picking me up. Thanks".....with a huge hug.

We go to the parking garage across the street, and the attendant retrieves the LINCOLN. Now....if you know anything about the cars back in the 60's, the were LAND YAHATS. And....Mini Skirts were "IN" back then....and Jean, too wore them.

The attendant arrives. So, what does Jean do....gets in the drivers side, and slides to the Middle of the seat....and I saw everything.....right down to her pink panties. She knew I looked....and smiled at me as I got in. "I'll sit here and give you the directions to get outta downtown....it's crazy" she said.

After a few lefts, then rights, we were on the freeway, heading west, to go home. Ya couldn't help notice her skirt half way up her leg. I mean, REALLY up high....within inches of her twat. Half way home, this little amber light starts blinking on the dash....."what's that" I asked. With both actions of her putting her hand on the INSIDE of my thigh and giving a tender "squeeze" and saying "oh...we're going to run out of gas".....I began getting a hard on.

She left her hand there, all the way home......giving a squeeze now and then.

I'm 18 by now, a Senior. Legal in the State now. I've been with girls before, fooled around and been laid a few times. But.....this was all new. I decided to pull her "bluff". I slid my right hand down in between HER legs and said "the only thing that's gonna run out of gas, is this car" as I too, squeezed her leg. She just smiled.

It's late fall, heading into winter, DARK. We got off the exit, and pulled into an Esso (now Exxon). She handed me $10, I got out and put gas in. Remember....the mascot for Esso then was a Tiger...."PUT A TIGER IN YOUR TANK". was the slogan.

Getting back in....she AGAIN, slid her hand inside my thigh. I decided to "step it up". We were near the apartment complex, so putting the Lincoln in gear, pulled outta the Esso, I put my hand on HER thigh, squeezed it (and I was damn near toughing her twat) and said "I put a Tiger in the tank.....how about you" NOT A WORD was said.

Pulling into the parking deck....it was dark and dimly lit. Shut the car off....we both sat there.....no words. Looked into each others eyes......and kissed.

It was not that of a girl.....but of a woman. She took my hand and placed it on her tit.....soft.....easily finding the nipple. Her breathing increased. I knew the car was not hers, but of Tom.....her guy.

"We need to make sure no one broke into Tom's apartment " she said. (He was out of town on business....)

We took the elevator up, and entered his apartment with the key she had. "You check the front, and I'll check the back" she said. I checked the sliding door, and window. As I turned around, she just came out of the hallway wearing one of Tom's shirts, opened and panties......that was it. She walked over to me, softly saying "is this more modern for you", put her arms around my neck and PUSHED her body into mine. I was 5'9" and her, I guess around 5'5. We kissed.....passionately.....she and I were taking off my shirt....then shorts. "Oh my, your so ripped.....strong....muscular....." as she started sucking on my nipples. She worked her way down to my crotch, pulling my briefs off. As my rock hard cock popped out, she stroked it....looking at me....then my cock. No words spoken....none needed too. She then started sucking and sucking, stroking, sucking. It "popped" out of her mouth, her saying "I have to have this.....I want it in me......"

We walked to the bedroom....her laying down on the edge. I kissed her, then slowly started my descend....those soft tits, and nipples. Slightly biting them, her moaning. Lowering myself, I kissed, then chewed on her cunt thru her panties, and I pulled them off. I've given oral sex before....to girls.....never to a woman. Jean's pussy was different......her lips slightly hung out.....and slightly thin hair. I began to lick....more and more.....Jean thrushing her hips to meet my tongue attack.

I stood up, with her on the edge of the bed, I pushed her legs back and parted. I took my hard cock and began rubbing it up and down on her clit, each time slightly entering more and more. Jean moaned. I hesitated.....Jean looked at me with those "FUCK ME" eyes........then said, "it's ok, I had my tubes tied after Debbie.....the "Playground" is open.......". I entered....little at a time with each thrust.......her bucking. It wasn't long before she made a Loud Moan. (orgasm.....little girls I had, didn't do that). Because of my Athletic ability.....I just kept hammering away.....fucking like hell. Her moans became louder and louder.........

I finally climaxed. I rolled off Jean.....breathing heavier. "OH....what have I done" I said......"OH MY GOD"......I repeated. Jean leaned up and covered my mouth with her finger, adding "it's ok....it's ok....calm down......it's ok". Jean looked deep in my eyes......"I needed that.....really. Tom can't perform like that, and when you came along, strong, tall, handsome....and available, and then when you gave me that very NICE compliment, I took advantage of it. Why....you sorry?.....you sure didn't FEEL like you were sorry.....felt like you had a very nice time".

We talked a little after that, it was getting late. Debbie was home and hopefully not wondering what was taking so long for "MOM" to get home. I walked her over to her apartment tower, to the lobby door. She stopped, turned around....."I'll go from here. this is between you and me....", then she gave me a "peck" on the cheek. As she went thru the door, she looked around, winked, and said "we have to meet again"

Thinking this was just a "one" time deal.....I was SO wrong. Just the Guilt of doing Fred's Mom was one thing. Playing Golf, hanging with him......riding horses. On top of that, Debbie started to show interest in me.

Winter turned into Spring, then summer. Nam was going on....I entered the Navy, then Flight School, but kept in touch with the family. You really won't believe what happens next.....but it really did.

TUNE IN....