Best Friend's Shy Son - Sex Stories

Best Friend's Shy Son

... hold a deep, meaningful conversation with, and that's only because we're almost like family."

Carla smiled.

"There is a perfect person for everyone," she said. "You just have to trust me on that."

"Thanks, Aunt Carla." After 20 minutes of reading, with Carla sitting next to him and going through her car magazine, he got up to stretch his limbs. He groaned softly.

Carla looked at him thoughtfully. "Let me massage your thighs. It'll help with circulation."

"No, it's okay. I'm fine."

"Honey, please. Just trust me, alright? Lie down and let Aunt Clara help you."

"Alright then." Henry laid down on the couch with his legs out. Clara placed her powerful hands on his thighs. She began massaging him through his trousers. To his embarrassment, he found himself getting aroused. The closer her strong hands drifted towards his crotch, the harder he became, his member getting stiffer and stiffer every second.

She rubbed his muscles like that for about five minutes before saying "Feeling better?"

He nodded, not trusting his voice.

"Good."

The boy sat upright again, right next to his mother's closest friend. She gave him a smile and asked if he wanted to take a break from studying.

"Sure," he replied. "I think I want to watch a movie."

"Cool, baby. Just pick one here. I've got a Netflix account," Carla told him when he was about to get up and look for some DVDs.

She patted the space next to her and he scooted over, sitting right next to the busty ...

... blonde. Carla was wearing a tight T-shirt and he couldn't help noticing how shapely her soft breasts were. Then he realised he was ogling his mom's friend and mentally berated himself, shifting his attention to her screen. He quickly picked a movie and they began watching it together. Her huge butt was right next to him. He fought his primal instinct, struggling to not look at it.

The time passed quickly. He didn't get to watch many movies lately, what with the workload, so it was enjoyable for him. Watching a film with Carla there was much better than watching one on his own, too. He enjoyed her company much more than he did the company of his peers. She had always been someone he went to whenever he had a problem, a trusted confidante, someone who told him he could tell her any secret and she would keep her mouth shut.

45 minutes into the movie, Henry told her "Can we watch the rest later? I think I should get back to some of the reading now."

"No problem."

She tucked her phone back in her purse and he grabbed his textbook. He was very diligent, rereading parts he didn't understand, going back to them to try to make some sense of the words. Carla smiled.

Carla looked at him read for a while. Then she took a crumbled pack of cigarettes out of her purse, along with a lighter. Henry heard the noise. He turned around to look at her and frowned.

"Aunt Carla, mom told me you used to smoke but quit already," he said, voice full of disapproval.

"I did, but then I ...