Best Sleepover Ever

I cursed a little too loudly as I died yet again to my best friend in Tekken.

“Watch the language in there, Logan!” His mom yelled from the kitchen, only somewhat irritated.

“Sorry!” I yelled back, giving my friend, Brandon Black, a look that said “oops.” He shrugged at me, and turned his attention back to Tekken, which he was currently kicking my ass at. Brandon was 18, like me, but a kind of short ginger, like his father, complete with blue eyes, pale skin, red hair, and freckles. He was decently muscled, and moderately handsome. He was also quite good at fighting games.

I, on the other hand, was average. I had average looks, brown hair, brown eyes, and a slightly skinny build. I was pretty good at most video games, and not very athletic. The only two parts of me that weren’t average were my height (6’5″), and my dick, which was 4″ flaccid and 9″ hard. It was as big around as a German bratwurst, almost 3″ wide. Now, this might sound impressive to you, but I had always considered it a liability, because my boners were absurdly obvious. I had to fake sick several time in high school to avoid embarrassing myself in a class presentation that was inconveniently preceded by a random erection. So, I was always somewhat resentful of the size of my penis. Until today.

So, Brandon and I were playing video games in the living room when his mother, Andrea, walked in. She was lightly tanned (it was the middle of summer), of average height (probably around 5’6″), somewhere in her late thirties or early forties, and insanely hot. She had long, flowing black hair, blue eyes like her son and husband’s, a cute, kindly face, huge D-sized breasts, a curvy figure, and wide, shapely hips. Her rear was perfect, not too big or small, and her legs were long, smooth, and toned. She was supermodel material. It was obvious she put a lot of effort into her appearance; she went to the gym three times a week and did yoga.

She was just about every adolescent’s fantasy come true, but she was still my best friend’s mother. He seemed completely unaware of her attractiveness, as she was as much a sexual object in his eyes as a shoe. Unfortunately, my huge cock and I had no such blind side. Therefore, when she walked in on our video game fiesta wearing a midriff-revealing tank top, obviously without a bra on, and skinny jeans, I had to struggle to focus on the game and not her. She walked in front of the TV and bent over, placing some chips and salsa on the coffee table.

“Snacks!” She proclaimed brightly, apparently unaware of the fantastic view down her shirt she had just given me. Her nipples poked at the fabric of her top, creating two pointy little bulges at the tips of her huge, perky boobs.

“Mom, we can’t see the TV!” protested Brandon.

“Oh, sorry!” Mrs. Black apologized, and left the room, her beautiful ass jiggling slightly as she walked. Dammit. Now I was getting hard, and once I started thinking about Mrs. Black, I couldn’t stop.

“Hey, you play the single player for a bit, I’ve got to go to the bathroom.” I said to Brandon, and got up.

“Uh-huh.” He said distractedly as he pummeled my motionless character for no apparent reason.

I left before my boner became too large to hide, as dirty thoughts about Brandon’s mom circled in my brain. I had to pass through the kitchen to get to the bathroom, and inside was Mrs. Black doing the dishes. She was facing the sink with her back to me, and didn’t seem to know I was there. I enjoyed staring at her curvaceous figure and amazing butt for a short while, then hurriedly left before she noticed me. I went into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind me. I sat on the toilet and tried to purge the image of Andrea Black from my brain so I could rejoin society. I looked down, saw the notable bulge in my shorts, and sighed. It wasn’t going to be that easy.

I decided to get it over with before anyone wondered why I was gone for so long. I unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out, and began stroking it until was as rock hard as it was going to get. I looked around at the counter, and spotted some vanilla scented lotion. I squirted a bit into my hand, and smeared it on my now throbbing cock.

I stroked up and down the shaft, sending little shocks of pleasure through my body, the lotion making a slippery, wet noise as I massaged it into my penis. I groaned softly, feeling the warm, sexual sensation flood into me. I fingered the tip of my cock, mixing my precum with the lotion and smearing it all around my head, giving special attention to the most sensitive skin under the tip.

I groaned again, closed my eyes, and imagined that Mrs. Black was the one doing this to me. I pictured her soft, delicate hands sliding up and down my dick as I felt an orgasm build inside of me. I stroked harder and imagined her smiling face looking up at me, her huge boobs jiggling as I looked down at them, and her long, toned legs spread as she knelt on the floor, jerking me off. The fantasy was too much for me to take.

I bahçeşehir escort came with a loud, unintentional moan, stroking as fast as I could as I sprayed sperm everywhere. It felt like a wave of fire spread outward from my dick into my body as I shot thick, sticky rivers of white cum all over my pants and the walls, some even dripping down my shaft and into my underwear.

At that very moment, there came a knock at the door. “Logan, you okay in there, honey?” asked Mrs. Black.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine!” I responded, looking around at the mess I’d made. “Just, uh, finishing up.”

“Okay, just making sure.” she said, and left. I grabbed some toilet paper and started cleaning up as best I could, my pulse racing.

I rejoined Brandon feeling half ashamed and half excited. I had never done anything as daring as that before, and it was one of the best masturbation sessions I’d ever had.

“Dude, what happened? You fall in or something?” Brandon asked as I sat down.

“I had Taco Bell for lunch.” I replied.

“Say no more.”

We played more video games until it got dark out, at which point Brandon’s mom entered the living room and proclaimed “Dinner’s ready!” We all entered the kitchen and sat around the four-seater table, with Brandon to my left and Mrs. Black across from me. A big pan of lasagna was set in the middle of the table, and we all served ourselves generously, as Mrs. Black’s cooking was legendary.

“Where’s Mr. Black, again?” I asked, motioning towards the empty chair on my right.

“Oh, he’s off on a business trip.” Replied Mrs. Black lightheartedly. “Ever since he got that promotion, he’s been dashing off to China, Germany, and all sorts of exciting places. I’d love to go, but the company will only pay for employees, and someone has to make sure Brandon here doesn’t starve!” She said, playfully reaching over and pinching his cheek.

“Ouch. mom, cut it out!” He complained playfully. She giggled, and grabbed another forkful of lasagna. For a mom she sure acted a lot like a schoolgirl, I thought. Just as youthful and beautiful, too. I stopped eating for a minute and just watched her. She scooped up pasta with her fork, stabbing a noodle to keep the food from sliding off the end, and opened her mouth wide, her full, red lips closing around the bite and sliding down the fork, cleaning it as she pulled it slowly out of her mouth.

“Mmmmm…” She hummed, closing her eyes as she chewed, then swallowed her delicious lasagna. She opened her eyes suddenly, and caught me staring at her. I started, and immediately looked down, blushing, and stabbed some pasta with my fork to avoid eye contact.

“Mom, don’t you think it’s a little egotistical to enjoy your own food so much?” Asked Brandon, lifting an eyebrow.

“I think not, considering I do make very good food.”

“Yeah, okay, but it does seem a little narcissistic.”

“Oh, come on. Do I really come across as a narcissist?” She asked, turning to me, and as she did so, she swung her feet up into my lap under the tablecloth!

“Ah! Oh, um, no, not really…” I stammered, surprised by the sudden feeling of her bare feet on my crotch, her toned calves resting on my thighs.

“See, Logan doesn’t think so!” She said playfully, rubbing her feet almost imperceptibly on my rapidly swelling member.

“Yeah, well, he would take your side, you give him free food.” Replied Brandon in mock-defeat.

I was trying really hard not to get a boner as Mrs. Black softly traced the outline of my semi-hard cock with her toes as she scooped up another forkful of lasagna. She brought it to her lips, smiled at me, and dropped it into her cleavage.

“Oops!” She exclaimed, and giggled.

“Jeez, mom, you’re so clumsy!” Admonished Brandon.

“Awww, what a mess!” She said in almost convincing disappointment as she swiped up some of the tomato sauce dripping between her breasts and licked it off her finger, lightly caressing my penis with her feet as she did so. I was trying so hard not pop a full-on, 9 inch boner under the influence of my friend’s mom’s feet.

All of a sudden, she withdrew and stood up. “Well, looks like everyone’s finished, but it looks a little dark to be sending you home, Logan, so what should we do with you?”

At that point, we decided that I should probably just sleep over considering how late it was. I didn’t mind sleeping in my clothes, I could usually sleep in just about anything, although I wasn’t sure how I’d ever sleep after the events at dinner. Mrs. Black offered to set up the couch so I could spend the night on it, and I agreed.

Brandon went into the bathroom to shower, and I stood awkwardly in the living room, covering my half hard cock with a pillow as his mom swished around the room, gathering blankets and pillows. She bent over the couch, tucking the covers into the cushions and laying down some pillows. As she did, her tight jeans slipped a little, allowing bakırköy escort me an amazing view of the very top of her beautiful ass. I felt a stirring in my pants again, and tried to (unsuccessfully) direct my thoughts elsewhere.

She moved to the other side of the couch and repeated the process, her tank top hanging open to reveal the ample expanse of her cleavage, sauce smear and all. I stared a little too openly, and she suddenly looked up at me. I glanced away, hoping she hadn’t noticed my gawking, but I saw her grinning out of the corner of my eye. I blushed, mumbled something about brushing my teeth, and left for the bathroom.

I couldn’t stop thinking about dinner. Was it a deliberate tease, or did Mrs. Black just want a footrest? Maybe she had restless leg syndrome or something? But what if it was an invitation? I shook my head. No way my friend’s mom would ever look at me like that. She was married, for God’s sake! It was probably just my hormones talking.

I got ready for bed, said good night to Brandon, and settled down on the couch, the covers arranged perfectly as only a mom could. It was like a cozy little cocoon of blankets, but I couldn’t get comfortable. My cock was still semi-hard after the dinnertime teasing and the little display Andrea Black had just provided for me, and lustful thoughts about her wouldn’t stop invading my mind. My earlier release seemed to have worn off, and as I lay there, trying not to think of her, I accidentally thought of her more, and my body responded accordingly.

I looked down at the bulge in the covers where my crotch was, and sighed. I listened carefully, but couldn’t hear anything. Everyone else must’ve been asleep. Almost without thinking, I slid my hand down my pants and began gently touching my cock. Goosebumps erupted over my arms, legs, and shaft as I gently stroked the trunk with the tip of my index finger. I closed my eyes and let out a little grunt of satisfaction as I tickled my penis ever so lightly, teasing it, taking my time.

I felt precum begin to soak my underwear where the tip of my dick tented it straight up. I caressed the ridge under the head, then touched the hole lightly, getting fluid on my finger. I tenderly swiped my finger around my head, smearing the precum onto my throbbing member. I groaned quietly, swirling the warm, sticky liquid around my penis, slathering it all around the head. I coated my prick with a thick, viscous layer of the stuff, making it slippery to the touch.

I pictured Mrs. Black again, her soft, warm hands caressing my cock, her spit dripping from her open mouth as she lubricated her hands, and applied to them to my thick, leaking dick. I imagined my hands were hers, teasing me, now stroking me, rubbing me as she drooled onto my prick! I groaned again, louder this time, and began pumping furiously under the covers as hot pleasure flowed through me with every stroke! I felt both ashamed and unbelievably turned on as I masturbated at my friend’s house while thinking about his own mom!

I could feel it coming, and moaned for a third time, louder than ever! I just felt myself pass the point of no return when I heard a slight gasp. I opened my eyes, and saw Mrs. Black standing in the doorway, hands covering her mouth, watching me jerk off under the covers! I tried to stop, but it was too late.

I lay there helplessly as my cock shot load after load of cum into my underwear. I just sat and stared at my best friend’s beautiful mom as a wet stain spread into the covers around my pulsating dick. I groaned again involuntarily as my orgasm crashed through me, white semen filtering through the now saturated blanket like a low-level volcanic eruption. As I finished, I gasped and grunted, and Mrs. Black and I stared at each other, neither of us saying a word.

“Well, then,” she finally said, as rivulets of sperm slid down the blankets like mountain streams. She uncovered her mouth and I saw that she was grinning like a hyena. “I heard groaning, and thought you might be sick, but this? This is too good.”

“Um, s-sorry…” I stammered, desperately trying to come with an excuse, an alibi, something to make this less awkward.

“No, no, no, don’t be!” She replied, as casually as could be. “Boys will be boys, I know how you all have your urges…” She trailed off, staring at the sperm-covered lump in the covers. She walked over, and before I could protest, yanked the covers off me!

“Hey!” I hissed, remembering that Brandon was still sleeping.

“Oh, my!” She whispered excitedly, staring at my crotch. My shirt had gotten pulled up, and cum absolutely covered the front of my pants and stomach. My cock had fallen once again into a semi-hard state, and the tip barely poked out above the waistband of my jeans. I just lay there in a confused silence. Was I in trouble, or…?

I gasped as Andrea Black gently touched my stomach just below the ribcage with the tip of her index finger, and dragged başakşehir escort it down along my belly, accumulating semen on her fingertip. She continued the motion all the way to the head of my penis, still poking out like a groundhog, and softly slid her digit up to my dick hole, and gathered the last remaining drop of cum off of it, and put her finger in her mouth. “Um, M-Mrs. Black?” I stammered.

“Mmmmm…” She moaned sensually, sucking on the tip of her finger like a lollipop. “It has been sooo long since I’ve tasted such young, virile sperm.” She whispered, leaning over me, placing her hands on either side of my chest. Her breasts dangled in front of me, her loose tank top hanging open to reveal almost all of her voluptuous boobs. “After all, with my husband gone all the time, who’s left at the house to take care of poor little me?” She said poutingly, then grinned and yanked my shirt off.

I could barely believe what was happening. My best friend’s mom, whom I’d always fantasized about, was coming onto me! I leaned my head back and groaned as she sat down on my cock, straddling me, with my penis squeezed firmly between her thighs, my stomach, and the crotch of her jeans. I reached up with my arms to touch her instinctively, and she grabbed my wrists and pinned them into the couch.

“Ah, ah ah! No moving!” She said playfully, and began slowly grinding back and forth on the bulge in my pants, the head protruding from my waistband leaking precum onto my stomach with every movement. “Ahhhhh…” She sighed happily, eyes closed, hips grinding against mine. I was in heaven. I got a good look down her shirt, and could feel her crotch rubbing against mine, getting her jeans sticky with my cum.

All of a sudden, she lunged forward and clamped her mouth around mine! My eyes widened in surprise, but then I closed them and returned the kiss. She began humping faster as her tongue and mine encircled each other, exchanging saliva, each exploring the other’s mouth. Her boobs pressed against my chest, getting semen all over her tank top.

She broke the kiss and leaned back, a ribbon of spit connecting our lips for a moment before breaking. She released my wrists and grinned down at me. I just lay there, unwilling to move.

“Am I your first?” She asked in a whisper.

“Yes.” I mumbled, slightly embarrassed. She giggled.

“Well then, I’ll be sure to make it extra special.” She reached beneath one of the cushions, and before I knew what was happening, she grabbed my wrists and handcuffed them together above my head, with the chain looped around the leg of the coffee table! I couldn’t break free, and my helpless position only aroused me more. “Oh, it seems you like this, don’t you?” Mrs. Black said sensually, as my cock twitched and throbbed under her crotch.

She leaned back, grabbed the sides of her top, and stripped it off, her glorious breasts finally swinging free in their full, naked glory. They looked even bigger once out from under the shirt, and had perfectly centered round nipples, hard as rocks. I groaned as my cock made a valiant effort to stand straight up, but its progress was impeded by the denim-clad pussy of my tormentor.

“Ooh, do you like this old lady’s tits that much?” She cooed, dry humping my cock some more as her boobs bounced and jiggled gratuitously.

“You have the best tits I’ve ever seen!” I croaked, unable to tear my gaze away.

She stopped grinding me suddenly. “But I thought I was your first?” She asked poutingly.

“Yeah, you are, but I meant in porn and stuff-”

“Oh, you watch porn? You naughty boy!” She said devilishly. “On top of that, you masturbated in my house, on my couch, while thinking about me, right?”

“I-I did! AH!” I gasped as she started humping again, faster than ever. “I imagined you naked, sucking my cock as I jerked off!” I confessed, and as I admitted to my shameful actions, she humped faster and harder, moaning and panting. I groaned as jolts of electric pleasure surged through my dick and up my spine with her every move. “I even masturbated once before that in your bathroom, all while thinking about you!”

“So that’s what that was!” She exclaimed gleefully as she vigorously thrust her hips back and forth, grinding against my cock as fast and hard as she could, her breasts bouncing and shaking as she rode me like a horse! I growled in an effort not to shout as I came, my orgasm howling through me like a hurricane as I spurted gob after gob of semen onto my stomach, where it pooled with the sperm from earlier to positively cover my torso in hot, white, sticky cum.

“Mmmmm…” Moaned Mrs. Black, lightly touching my heaving chest. “It’d be a shame to waste all that perfectly good, delicious sperm.” With that, she bent over and began lapping the semen off my chest like a dog, still softly humping my half-erect cock. She made little “Mmm” noises as she licked, as she had earlier when she was eating the lasagna.

I just lay there, unable and unwilling to move, as she slid her tongue over every inch of my torso, sucking my nipples, tracing the valleys of my chest with the tip of her tongue, gathering all of my cum in her mouth. Once she was finished, not a single drop remained on my upper body. She sat up and opened her mouth to show me the two loads’ worth inside, sticky ribbons connecting her tongue to the roof of her mouth.