Buddy’s Mom (mF)
CHAPTER ONE
We had been swimming all day at the Westwood Pool, and were waiting for Buddy’s mom to pick us up in the parking lot. It’s a bitch not having your own car and having to catch a ride, but it was better than staying home or riding the bus. I had never met his mom, but expected she would look like everybody else’s mom, sort of like the lady on the cake mix box. Was I wrong!
“Here she comes,’ Buddy said.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Here in a 1956 restored white Ford convertible was the most luscious woman I had ever imagined. She had a blonde pony tail and was wearing a white pleated skirt and a red jersey halter that cradled her delicious ripe boobs like a pair of eager hands. The red leather seats really set off her white skirt.
Buddy and Paul jumped into the back seat, leaving me riding shotgun with his mom. She introduced herself and asked how the others knew me. I explained that I was transferring into their prep school, and had met them at orientation on the last day of class.
She asked all the usual polite questions about where
I lived and why I was transferring to Westgate Academy. I explained that my dad had high hopes for me, and wanted me to be in a good college prep program, even if it was across town.
During our chat, my eyes kept being drawn to those long tan legs that seemed to peek further out of her skirt as the air blew on it. Better yet was the hint of two perky nipples poking through her halter. Her white sandals showed off her red painted toenails, and made her toes look good enough to suck on. She seemed totally unaware of the view I was enjoying, but my hard-on poked up through my shorts so far that I threw a towel over my lap to hide it. The trip to Buddy’s house was only twenty minutes, but it was torture for me.
His mom explained that the boys were being taken to a ball game by their fathers, so she had to drop them off first before taking me home on the other side of town. When we pulled up in front of Buddy’s house, they jumped out, yelling behind them as they ran,
“See you soon.”
Buddy’s mom jumped out of the car to get something from the house before driving me home, and I thoroughly enjoyed the view as her skirt slip up as she left the car. When she got back in, the show was repeated, and I thought I would about burst at the sight of the flash of her thighs. I kept the towel in place in my lap, hoping she wouldn’t see the tent in my shorts.
It was a thirty minute drive to my house, and we chatted along as we went. I finally broke down and asked her how the mom of a fifteen year old could be so young, I would guess about thirty. She explained that she had married Buddy’s dad after his mother had died three years ago, and was “a little younger” than her husband, Jack. I suspected that “a little” was an understatement. He was an investment advisor, and traveled all over the country to meet with clients.
As we drove along, the air became cooler, and I became hotter, watching her nipples extend and bulge the fabric of her halter. She also allowed her skirt to blow up from the floor vent air, and I began to wonder whether she was coming on to me. She was very animated in her conversation, and from time to time would pat me on the arm and thigh to make a point. I was going nearly crazy with lust for this lady, who was twice my age.
When we pulled into the circular drive in front of my house, she noticed that no one seemed to be home and that she had hoped to meet my parents. I explained that they were on an overseas trip for two months, and that I was “batching” it on my own. She gave me a little smile and asked why the towel was in my lap. At that, she grabbed the end nearest her and pulled it off.
“Oh, My!” she said, “You are really a big boy!” I turned bright red and apologized about my condition, but she shushed me quickly.
“Please don’t worry. Do you think I’m attractive, then?”
“Oh God yes, I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
She took off her seat belt and slid over toward me, wrapping her fingers around my protruding cock. When she squeezed it, I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back an orgasm.
“You know,” she said, “I’ll bet you are going to go into the house and jerk off, aren’t you?”
What could I say, but “Yes, I guess so.”
“Why wait,” she asked, “I’d love to see you do it right here. This is a very private place, and no one could possibly see you. Now let’s see that beautiful cock of yours.”
I didn’t know what to say, but willingly slid down my trunks to expose the hardest cock I had ever had in my life. “I’ll give you a hand,” she said, “and began slowing stroking my cock with her right hand.” As she stroked me, she loosened her halter so that the curve of her breasts was fully visible. When her nipple appeared, I lost it, and squirted three times over a foot in the air. All she said was, “That’s a good boy.”
“It was really nice to meet you, Tim, I hope you will come to visit often. I can always drive you home, you know. I’ll bet we can have a lot of fun together”
That was a promise of things to come that made my head buzz. “I’d really like that. Hope to see you again real soon”
“Why not come over to our place on Thursday? You can play tennis with us, and have a swim in our lap pool and stay for a cookout. Of course, I’ll be more than happy to drive you home. Especially since your folks are away.
CHAPTER TWO
Thursday came much too late for me. I really liked Buddy and Paul, but Buddy’s mom was unbelievably gorgeous.
I took the cross-town bus to their house, and hadn’t realized that they had a tennis court on the back lawn. Buddy and Paul were already volleying, and motioned to me to join them as I walked around the house. Whether the three of us would play a round robin, or two on one, I didn’t know, but I was ready to play.
My question was answered when Buddy’s mom came out of the house in a tennis outfit. How sports clothes can be so intensely erotic, I have no idea, but that very, very short skirt with matching white panties and a close fitting top were enough to stir my senses.
