My Best Friend's Mom in his s****r's Bed - Sex Stories

My Best Friend's Mom in his s****r's Bed

... happily obliged. Then when the others came in her asshole, she stuck in her finger, milking out the cum and slicking her finger clean. It was amazing. It was ridiculous. It was my best friend's mom. I couldn't believe it. But there it was. After that, I tried to get alone with her as much as I could, though I knew it was never going to work. Even if I did get alone with her, what would I do? What was I thinking? Then one day, three months after I watched the video for the first time (I'd watched it so many times after that) it worked. Somehow it worked. I'd left a textbook in Bobby's room, sort of intentionally (I'd tried this trick before without any luck, but if at first you don't succeed…) and I needed it for one of my finals. I knew Bobby would go right from school to his spring job as a lifeguard, so I just showed up at his place to pick up the book. We were pretty casual so it wasn't unusual for me to just show up at their door. But, like I said someone else was usually there too. Either Bobby or his freshman s****r Mandy or Mr. B. It was never Mrs. B. and me. Not until that day. Then suddenly shit got real. I was there, in the kitchen with her. She was sipping a cup of tea, telling me I should feel free to go up to Bobby's room and get my book back, making small talk, asking me about school. I couldn't look at her without picturing her taking on five cocks at the same time. It was impossible. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't act on this. It was crazy. I was 18. She ...

... was in her mid 40's. It was beyond crazy. So I ran up to Bobby's room and got my book, and took a moment to breathe and tell myself one honest truth. This was my chance. If it didn't work, it didn't work. I'd be off to college in less than a year and probably never see her again. What was the harm in trying? I came back down into the kitchen, nervous, trying not to actively tremble. "Find the book?" Mrs. B. asked innocently. "Yup." I said, standing in one place, not entirely sure what to do next. Mrs. B. looked up, waiting for me to head home I suppose. It was now or never. "Can I ask you something?" I said. "Sure" she said, taking a sip of her tea, never seeing it coming. "Cause you never really gave an answer." I said taking a deep breath, trying to understand all the impossible and horrible outcomes of what I was about to say. But it was too late. I'd already set it up. She waited for my question. "So… what was the most men you've ever had at once?" She stared at me for what seemed like forever. She put her coffee cup down. She had short, blonde hair, that came down to just above her shoulders. She wore glasses and a grey blouse, with a black pencil skirt. Her body was great and curvy. Not fat, not even close. But wonderfully curvy. I wonder if she considered denying it, or saying "none of your business" or something else. I don't know what went through her mind at that point, but she answered honestly. She took a deep breath and lowered her head. Then she lifted it up, her ...