“You turned out so handsome, Chris.” She complimented me, running her fingertips in my hair.
I did my best “Awww-shucks” kind of smile, and bashfully thanked her. After all, she was still that mother figure to me, and to hear that was almost as embarrassing.
“I wish I was.” Was all I could say in return.
“Ooh, you’re girlfriend is one lucky girl.” She said, letting go of my hair.
I could tell she was regressing back to her old self, as I knew it was time to leave. As I said my last goodbye, I turned to walk off, but then stopped… I wanted to end it better than this.
“Can I call you tomorrow? Just to see how you are?” I asked with a concerned smile.
Sharon’s heart melted as I could see it in her eyes. She didn’t say anything, but I knew I had triggered something deep within her … just as she did to me earlier when I saw those greasy bronzed legs.
“No, I just meant… you know, just to check in. I’m sorry if I…” I started as she interrupted.
“No, its okay.” She tried to say amidst the tears. “I just… I just can’t remember the last time someone wanted to do that.”
I looked at her, as if to say, “Really?” but my face said it all. I found that hard to believe.
“Well, I mean it.” I started. “You’re my best buddy’s mom, and… maybe that can helps things for the better.” I stammered.
Of course what I really wanted to say was that I wanted to bury my face in her big tits, and grasp her cloying ass with my hands.
Sharon paused, and leaned against the glass door with a slight smile.
“I’d like that.” She replied.
“Then I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I shot back before walking off.
As I walked off, I noticed her smile grow to a beaming grin as it ended with the hopeful prospect of something… dare I say, romantic? Me with a 38 year old woman? The mother of my best friend? Oh my God, what was I thinking? All the way home, I couldn’t get her smile out of my mind. Honestly, I was sick of my current girlfriend and her ridiculous behavior. She and I had run our relationship to its finish, and I couldn’t help but think that this might be the perfect time to end it so I could pursue Sharon.
I played out numerous scenarios in my mind as to getting Sharon in sack, and all of them left me with an unbelievable hard on that was practically ripping through my jeans. I couldn’t stop thinking about her voluptuous body… those salacious thighs and ripe ass.
That night when I got home, I slipped into my twin bed without any clothes as I reached under the bed for my trusty jar of Vaseline and a worn out Penthouse. Already hardened by the lingering thought of Sharon’s beautiful legs, I quickly greased up my right palm and nearly lost it when I finally began smoothing away the aching burn in my cock for Sharon. I barely glanced at the glorious lesbian spread in Penthouse before I took my left hand to shut off my nightlight… I didn’t need any visual stimulation whatsoever… it was all in my mind. Just the image and thought of Sharon was enough to propel me to wonderful heights of this newfound ecstasy.