My Best Friend's Mom

 

 

MaryAnn, my best friend's mom, was tall and slim and angular and looked a bit like Mary Tyler Moore. At least, she did back when I was in high school. She was something of a phenomenon to the kids I knew at the time in that she was a parent who got stoned. That was still highly unusual in sleepy circles I grew up in at that time. The fact that she got high unmoored and set adrift many other possibilities from the fixed places they would normally hold in relations between adults and youth and added a bit of tension to all of us in her presence.

The ease with which she took each of us into her confidences and acknowledged our sloppy masculine sexual tension with such feline grace gave us all such a cocksure air collectively. She was thus surrounded at most times by a small stable of young bucks, each privately certain that he alone possessed the requisite tools and talents to service her to satisfaction; each privately terrified that his inward assertions might be put to the test and judged against her seemingly boundless experience. However, each of us had, in turn, felt the caress of her hand as we passed her the joint or were greeted at her door and felt the stiffening in our cock and the subsequent strain against the fabric that the train of thought produced at that contact. It was mild electricity that flowed around her and was reflected in the near continuous presence of two or more adolescent males in her apartments. The cocks like compass needles straining at the sight of coarse dark hair momentarily visible when her haphazardly drawn housedress comes apart suddenly revealing everything.

It was Ralph and I attending her. Bill, her son, wasn't even around the day that everything unfolded the way it did. She had been drinking Usher's Green Stripe scotch and we had just arrived to smoke and search for opportunities. We found her half-drunk and talking playfully inserting innuendos at opportune moments to goad our hopes on. We rolled a joint from weed she provided and passed it back and forth, enjoying the pregnant pauses when our hands would touch and pushing ourselves towards that tiny point of contact to draw down more fire.

MaryAnn was sitting between Ralph and me on the sofa. She rose, letting the housedress fall loosely showing her black bush in stark contrast to the satin smoothness of her thighs, but only for an instant. "I'll be right back, boys."

I looked over at Ralph. He was staring back at me grinning in mild disbelief. We simultaneously noticed we both had erections and felt a bit awkward momentarily. Was this really happening?

"Frank, can you come in here for a minute?"

I looked at Ralph and shrugged. I got up and whispered as I passed, "You better not back outta anything, motherfucker. I think she wants it."

He had his hand on his crotch and was squeezing and whispered back, "Just don't forget about me out here, fucker."

I walked back towards the master bedroom, and my knees felt a bit wobbly. The room was unlit except for a pale glow around the edge of the blinds. She dropped the housedress from her shoulders as I entered and turned to face me holding out her hand.

"Come here, Frank. I want you to do something for me."

"Y-yes?"

Her hand lowered to touch my belly, and I suddenly shook visibly as it brushed downward and rubbed against my straining cock. She spoke softly but forcibly.

"I want to eat you."

She pushed me down onto the edge of the bed and unzipped my pants. There was pre-cum all over the head of my dick when it was finally released from the bounds of my boxers, and she lowered her mouth over it hungrily. I had never experienced anything like that sensation as her mouth worked, machinelike, over the entire length of my cock until I felt her tongue lapping over my balls and bathing my entire groin with her spit. My cock isn't small, and I felt the head pushing well into her throat, but she didn't choke or show any sign of complaint. She greedily swallowed up all that I had and rolled her tongue around and around the shaft as though it were turning on a lathe in the warm, wet tissues of her mouth.

She slid my pants down fast my shoes and never ceased the swirling motion of her mouth as it worked up and down the shaft of my cock and threatened to pull me out completely through the hole at the end, while I struggled to hold on to that mattress and think of anything but that inexorable pull through the shaft and out the end and then recoiling into the mound at its base and contracting my balls in spasms that reverberate down the length again and all the time that endless motion of tongue on cock and dripping spit between my legs. And then my balls in her mouth and her tongue all over on either side and making my whole crotch moist with her spit and her mouth with the taste of my sweat and my musk. She rolled my balls around her mouth alternately and lapped them thirstily with her tongue and then continued further.

She pushed my legs up and apart and worked her tongue down beneath my balls and licked the space above my hole and bathed my ass with her tongue. She rolled her tongue over and around my hole and licked into the center pushing just a little harder with each stroke. She placed her mouth over my hole and plunged her tongue into me and ate at me as if I were a women and she an experienced lesbian lover. My cock throbbed and I closed my eyes as I felt her tongue going in and out and ate at my ass for two minutes or more until I thought I might cum from that alone. So intense was the sense that she was fucking me with her tongue that I found myself involuntarily holding the back of her head and pushing her into myself as I spread my cheeks.

I opened my eyes and there stood Ralph. He had gotten to within two feet of the bed, and in his hand was his sizable uncut cock; he was slowly stroking it. "You guys didn't forget about me, did ya?" he said just loud enough to be audible but fearing to disrupt the energy of the moment.

MaryAnn reached over and pulled Ralph gently closer by maneuvering his cock closer to her mouth. As she slid her mouth slowly down the entirety of what looked like at least eight inches I saw the look on Ralph's face go instantly from delight to bliss. His lids lowered to half mast as her accomplished lips rolled down the length of his cock and brought her hot, wet tongue in rich accompaniment to every nerve in his body through that one point of contact where spit meets skin and outside meets inside.

She sat Ralph onto the bed, and I slipped off and got on my back between her legs where she knelt on the floor. I had always expected a woman in her forties to be so soft and loose down there, but MaryAnn was firm and full at every point on her body, despite how slender she was overall. As I scooted up my nose slid through the moistness of her snatch until my tongue was lapping into her and bringing back her secretions and covering my face with her juices. She lowered her lips over my tongue. I rolled my tongue around her clit, so firm, like the little man sitting in the boat. Her pussy ripe and hot, constricting almost involuntarily as I shoved at it with my tongue and sucked with each stroke I laid upon it; we continued on like this for many minutes feeding upon one another. The thought kept recurring to me at this time that seventeen years earlier, Bill had erupted from this same body secreted from the same place I was licking so hungrily.

She rose and began maneuvering Ralph around the other way and climbed on top of him in a sixty-nine position. I got on the bed behind her. My cock was pressed against the bottom her hole so that my balls were nestled in the hair of Ralph's head as he licked on her pussy. I slid into her warm wetness and Ralph eagerly began licking the point where she and I came together in front of his willing mouth. She shuddered slightly as I entered into her for my full length. I held myself pressed into her and Ralph ran his tongue underneath my balls and bathed my sack in spit. As I pulled out all the way he licked the length of my shaft and then took my cock into his mouth and sucked on me for two complete strokes before I re-entered the pussy that lay beside his open lips. And so it went for many minutes with entering both of them at alternately while she slurped noisily on his cock, ostensibly and mercifully unaware of the line we were crossing. Ralph and I were co-conspirators in a moment that would never be forgotten, but never ever mentioned. The moment our positions changed it became as if that had never happened, and neither of us made an advance upon the other after that.

I sat on the edge of the bed and lay back with my feet on the floor. MaryAnn straddled my legs and slid down onto my cock until I could feel myself grinding into the saddle and her snatch gripping my dick in spasms. She rode up and down by brushing her ass back and forth and riding my shaft like a piston. Ralph straddled up behind her and slowed her motion momentarily while he reached for a small bottle of lotion on the nightstand. I made short, easy half-thrusts while he smothered his cock in lotion and daubed a small amount on her hole as well. We both ceased movement as Ralph positioned himself with the head of his cock against her ass. And then a spasm of her snatch around my cock and he was in. We remained fixed in place for several moments. Both of us inside her, separated by mere membranes, throbbing in unison with her. Our skins inside her flesh.

Both of us strained into her body. Both of us began, very slowly, to pump back and forth in a slightly rocking motion. She was moaning lowly. We pressed harder and less rhythmically into her. The entire area between her pussy and her ass became slick and wet with our combined juices. Our thrusting got faster and more irregular. Ralph's face was overcome with this strange beatified radiance the way I suppose folks look when they're having mild epileptic fits. I felt him swell alongside me as I rode the wave that was suddenly summoned from the head of my cock and pulled from deep inside, further away than my balls but released at their gates to burst inside this woman, who was my best friend's mother, while my other friend came into her ass simultaneous to that moment. We were sweating from exertion and nervousness, and we were pulsing our loads for several seconds and throbbing in great bursts as we held ourselves in arrest at that instant.

We slowly disengaged ourselves. MaryAnn touched us both lightly and lured us into the shower with her. The three of us liberally lathered and scrubbed one another until we felt a little cleaner, or at least until we could begin the stages back to normal. We were a little awkward, though measurably better, once we were dressed. But then Bill came in from his ride to Wichita Falls, and it was as though we had all just lately arrived.

Bill and MaryAnn and Bill's sister and her biker of the week moved within a month of that incident, and we never had the opportunity to see if we could repeat that experience. Nor did Ralph and I ever again find ourselves in such intimate context as we had on that day.