The Devil's Fruit 🍒

February 3rd, 2018

 The Mission, SF

Your Mom, Dude?!

 I fucked my best friend's Mom right after he made me promise not to. In my defense, she's incredibly hot! Not MILF level hot. Not crushing on the teacher, hot. She is simply beautiful inside and out. She's smart, athletic, outdoorsy, grounded, and most of all, likes young men. 

I remember when I had to drop off all of his shit at his Mom's house, getting him ready to move back in.  I had to make three trips with all of his heavy shit, and his Mom was the only one there. I told her I could take care of it all, but she insisted. She said, "Once a Mom, Always a Mom."  I brushed it off because it's something my Mom would say, anyway.  Three hours later, and I missed my appointment fucking around helping him. His Mom offered to buy me lunch and told me I could take a shower in his room if I wanted. No, I did not fuck his Mom in my best friend's room, just listen.

 I took a shower in my best friend's room like I was told.  When I got out of the shower, his Mom had lunch ordered for us both, and asked me to stay until it came. She suggested taking it with me as long as she knew I had something to eat after lugging all his shit up two flights of stairs, her words, not mine. Before the food arrived, I got to talk a bit with Mrs., I mean, Georgia. She told me things about my best friend I will never let him live down. Anyway, we must have sat there for an hour or so, food never came. His Mom checked in with the delivery while I checked her out. I finally saw her for who she was, a Woman. She wasn't like college girls. She was her own woman. Strong and independent. I don't believe my best friend knows what an amazing human being he has for a Mom.  Anyway, she had some choice words for the delivery person, not 1 word of ill content, just the facts, and disappointment. How many of us can say that about ourselves? Seriously, I have a mad crush on my best friend's Mom.  

 As she is wrapping up the phone call, I tell her I have to get going. Lame excuse because I knew if I stayed, I would want to bang his Mom, but I was trying to be respectful. My dick, on the other hand,  had its own agenda. As I was heading towards the door, I spun around to thank her one more time for lunch, and she was right behind me. I'm sure my hand was on the door behind me. My face met hers when I spun around. We kissed innocently, at first. Then, we kissed ferociously. It felt primal. I didn't want it to end. I don't remember closing the door behind me. I don't remember getting to my knees much more anything else, but I do remember taking off her cotton blue panties down around her perfectly sculpted calves while she stared me down like prey. I lay between her thighs, tasting the most delicious Devil's Fruit. I will never get to taste this again. She kept calling my name. She gripped handfuls of my hair, directing me towards every little secret she had down there. Watching her body rise and fall simply because my mouth and tongue told her body to do it laid waste to the previous experiences had to date. To be able to give her Yes's and OMG's because my cursive outweighs any man's common tongue was the joy of my college escapades. The way she sounds when I make her cum was genuine, that I do know.

 

 "Don't stop, don't stop! Oh My God! I'm going to cum."! Her thighs tighten over my ears, muffling the sound of her moans. Fingers tugging at hard brown nipple,s ingesting her wetness, longing to be inside her. The tips of her toes cast shivers down my spine when they dangled rhythmically on my back. From this angle, she looks like a Goddess, tastes like one too. She cupped my face in her hands, lovingly looking into my brand new eyes. I stood with a mere suggestion of her fingers to my chin.  Georgia gingerly guided me to the living room and sat me down on her sectional. The leather was cold to my skin. I almost jumped at the temperature's sudden change. As soon as I sat down, she immediately sat on my dick, and I almost came. We just sat there with me inside her.  I must have stared at her face, her actual face,  memorizing her smile lines, her wrinkles around her eyes that give her that Hollywood feel. Everything seemed to move slowly after that.