My Friend's Mum

I was staying at my friends place one weekend when I was about 19. I arrived on the Friday evening, Jack’s mum opened the door, Gail had just finished work and she informed me that Jack had been asked to fill the evening shift and he wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours. I sat on the couch as Gail poured us both a drink. Gail looked exhausted. She then joined me collapsing in a heap.

I’d grown up with Jacks family, Gail had always treated me like part of the family. She was an attractive woman in her early forties, and I’d been crushing on her since Grade 6. She had long dark wavy brown hair and her sharp defined jaw line gave her face a hard cold edge. She was a petite woman with a curvy hourglass and her European background gave her a slightly olive complexion. She walked every day and did yoga once a week. I was an infatuated horny young man with a charged imagination.

Gail was pleased to see me and after we’d briefly caught up, the subject of dinner arose. ‘Sweetheart, I’m just getting some takeaway delivered tonight. I’m too tired to do anything but veg out on the couch’. ‘Sounds good to me’ I replied.

‘I’ll order a couple of pizzas, then I’m going to have a shower’ Gail said. As she stepped past, my friends mum held my left knee. Balancing herself as she navigated the narrow gap between the coffee table and my legs.

Shortly after, Gail looked refreshed and smelt amazing. She curled her legs up underneath her leaning on the arm of the couch and began swiping through her phone. Her pale pink, pyjama pants stretched and strained around her thighs and ample bottom as the silk hugged all the curves and crevices. Underneath her baggy grey, oversize t shirt I noticed two erect nipples. The option of a bra had been dismissed and as my glance reverted towards her bottom, the option for underwear seemed to have been abandoned as well.

It was was sometimes hard to ascertain whether she was in a good mood. Gail had what I can only describe it as ‘bitchy resting face’ and tonight, was no exception. I accounted for her being tired and felt I’d keep the conversation to a minimum and let her unwind.

Gail flicked through Netflix and found a show she had been watching, a series she seemed quite hooked on. I settled back into the couch with the tantalising realisation that I was about to Netflix and chill with my friend’s hot mum. Although the T.V was on, Gail remained glued to her phone and as the days aches and pains settled in, she began rubbing her feet. Gail was a secretary and wore high heels all day long. She looked incredible in her office attire.

As the words escaped my mouth, butterflies flipped in my stomach in complete shock. I heard myself ask my friend’s mother if she needed a foot massage. The disbelief on Gail’s face brought my brazen suggestion out into the open. Once the bewilderment passed, a wry smile appeared in the corner of her mouth, almost knowingly aware of what I was up too. She looked back at her phone and without saying anything, her right foot landed in my lap. With both hands, I began kneading the sole and working my fingers in between her red nail polished toes.

The T.V continued beaming into the lounge room and as I sat rubbing Gail’s feet an intense sex scene began exploding from the screen. My stomach was in knots with excitement. Gail barely looked up from her phone. Almost choosing to ignore the fact that she was watching sex scenes with her son’s friend. I continued to rub her feet and my hands crept over her ankle and timidly up the line of her calf muscles. There was no reaction from Gail whatsoever. Although I felt ignored, she did not stop me exploring further along the line of her beautiful legs.

I noticed Gail creaking her neck from side to side and lifting her chin up towards the ceiling. ‘Sorry sweetheart, this is lovely, but I have a bit of a headache and I’m not sure this is entirely appropriate’. I stopped massaging her foot and for a moment her eyes left the phone. She looked over to me. I could instantly see that she felt torn. She was enjoying the moment, but guilt was infiltrating her mind. I then boldly asked if she’d like me to massage her scalp. She looked at me for what felt like minutes, searching for something in my face and eyes whilst asking questions of herself. Deep questions that perhaps should not be asked. A heavy breath escaped her mouth, and I felt her curiosity and desire take control. ‘Ok’ she said ceding. Her focus returned to her phone as I wriggled a little closer to her on the couch and began running my fingers under her thick brown hair.

I held her head entirely in my large, strong hands. I began gently kneading her scalp under locks of her hair. I could notice the odd hint of greying hair follicles mixed up in between the brown textures. I sat quite close to her, almost behind her on the couch. Gail sat with her legs curled up underneath and her elbow leaning on the armchair of the couch.

My persistent hands increased the pressure to a very firm kneading massage and as I did so, began to sense a change in Gail’s energy. My touch and connection began stirring emotions inside her. Gail’s breathing heightened and I noticed my friend’s mum wriggling and readjusting her position. She was beginning to accept the release of energy as her head arched back to look up at the ceiling and her eyes closed in defiance of her pleasure. My hands worked thoroughly and briskly and firmly, taking care to cover every part of her scalp.

After a few moments I asked if the headache was lifting. Gail exhaled defiantly and her voice, breaking, expressed a defiant yet obedient, ‘Yes, sweetheart’.

I couldn’t help but begin to feel excited and my eyes began to wander up and down her body from her feet (that were now pressed into my left thigh) and along the line of her calves to her thickening thighs that were wrapped tightly in the thin silky pyjama material. Her large round bottom now sat square to my hip, and I occasionally felt its soft supple curves against my side as I moulded her scalp firmly into capitulation. I noticed Gail’s chest moving up and down lightly as her breathing again changed with excitement and further acceptance of her pleasure. My left hand slid down the back of her scalp and I now gripped her neck firmly, working the muscles of her long, elegant neckline. Her head arched back again, and I saw her looking up towards the ceiling, opening her eyes for a split second in complete pleasure. Gail was losing her control and we could both sense it. Her cold exterior was breaking down and her need for release was becoming.

My penis was beginning to grow, and my breathing had also increased with the impending excitement. My forceful left hand continued to vigorously massage her scalp as my right hand worked her neckline. Then, surprisingly, Gail’s hand abruptly landed on my thigh, tightly gripping the muscle with intent and desperation. I felt her hand clench and dig into my flesh as my fingers worked intently, rubbing with increased force and strength.

With a sudden jerk and movement. Gail released my thigh and between fast, heavy gulps of oxygen, began desperately pulling the elastic of her pyjama pants down over the curves of her large round bottom. In the same gesture, she altered her position slightly so that her bottom was at a greater angle and profile to me, revealing her alluring curves and bare skin, I noticed the fleshy cheeks wobble in anticipation and her thighs thickened and spilled as the elastic cut into her legs just above her knees. I followed the line in between her thighs to see pressed lips plumping outwards in a glistening mess of prickly, bristly pubic hair. My left hand remained massaging her scalp and my right hand palmed the curve of her right cheek, rubbing downwards and softly brushing the gooey, wet lips in between her thighs. I lifted her upper cheek, pulling the two apart widely and for a moment I could see the bristling pubic hair curl towards her arse hole.

My left hand gripped a thick chunk of Gail’s hair and I pulled heavily on it, causing her head and neck to arch back. My right hand released her ass cheek and glazed over the curvy flesh before teasing the entrance of her swelling pussy. I presently inserted one finger, then pulled back and forth before my finger began gently harrasing Gail’s clitoris between her thighs. I plunged my finger inside her once more, searchingly. I could feel the warmth and sticky moisture enticing me deeper. A second finger was included, and I now began to move my fingers back and forth, penetrating her slowly and intensely. The bristles of her pubic hair could be felt across the top of my hand as I glided my fingers in and out, forcefully before increasing my rhythm. I relieved her momentarily rubbing the outside of her desperately aching pussy, giving the area between her thighs a few light taps and circling her clitoris with my index finger, causing a light moan to escape Gail’s pursed, hard lined mouth. I tugged on her hair again before driving my fingers inside her once more. I fingered her. I fingered my friend’s mum with all my strength and power. My hands pummelled her juicy puffy hole until she screamed in pleasure and the final piece of her acceptance overtook her body with a shuddering orgasm that left her slumped over the arm of the couch.

Gail slowly regained her composure. She swept her hair back over her shoulders before attempting to collect herself. Eventually, she stood and as she stepped past me, again her hand reached out to grip my knee in support as she made her way between the coffee table and the couch. As she moved past me, she looked completely dishevelled. Her bottom jiggled slightly as she pulled the silk pyjama pants desperately high up on her hip bones, I noticed the pyjama material partially disappear up the crack in her perfectly round, thick, curvy bottom. My friend’s mum rolled her neck from side to side and said, ‘I need a drink’.