My mother's best friend, Vicky, caught her husband having an affair with his secretary. At least that is what Mom told me when I came home from school and got the news. After she spoke with my Mom about it, it was decided she would come to stay with us while she looked for a new place to live. Vicky, after speaking with my Mom, decided she had had enough of her husband being unfaithful.

I never imagined how much this event would change my life.

A couple of things immediately raced through my eighteen-year-old brain. First, where would she be sleeping since we live in a small two-bedroom apartment that shared a shared bathroom? Secondly, how would I hide my raging boners I knew I would get with her living here?

I've had the biggest crush on Vicky for as long as I can remember. She's about the same age as my Mom, Trish, and has a body to kill for. For the past two years, every time I took a sly peek at her luscious globes, my dick would throb. Of course, they were always under the short, low-cut shirts she would wear. Her long black hair and blues eyes caused my young mouth to water, and on several occasions, I wondered what it would be like to kiss her big, soft, pouty lips.

That evening after dinner, Vicky arrived, and Mom greeted her at the door.

"Chris, come help with the luggage," Mom yelled, and I immediately went towards the door. Vicky smiled as I approached, and my cock grew as I took in her sexy figure.

"Wow," Vicky exclaimed, looking me up and down, "What a nice-looking young man you've become. Let me take a look at you."

I stood in front of Vicky as she gave me a quick once over and a peck on the cheek.

"I can't believe how big you've gotten," I heard her say. But, as she said it, I noticed she was looking down at my crotch.

"Um... Thanks, Vicky. Where am I putting her stuff, Mom?"

"Well, in my room, of course," Mom replied. So I grabbed all her belongings and headed down the hall. As I walked away, I could hear Vicky still talking about me to Mom.

I put Vicky's things next to the foot of Mom's bed and had to wonder how they both were going to sleep. It was only a twin. That's when I had my first sexual vision that involved my mother. I imagined both of them embracing each other with their legs intertwined while they kissed.

"Chris! What are you doing in there?" Mom yelled, which caused me to take the shortcut to my bedroom, passing through the bathroom. I knew I had to keep away from them until my stiffness subsided.

"I'll be right out, Mom. I want to change," I said, not thinking it was still too early to put my pajamas on. However, I wasn't exactly thinking straight at the time.

Thankfully, Mom didn't question me about it, and we all settled in the living room while Mom and Vicky discussed her failed marriage. I turned the TV on and acted like I was involved in what was playing. But, in reality, I was more interested in checking Vicky out as she sat next to Mom on our small sofa. She had her legs crossed, and my eyes would glance over every time she switched positions. Her short skirt ended just above her knees, and I had hopes of seeing higher.

Mom and Vicky talked for a couple more hours, then rose, heading to their shared room for the night. I remained by myself on the sofa.

Over the next few days, that became our nightly routine.

In the mornings, Mom and Vicky would use the bathroom before me. They would then leave for work as I finished dressing and headed out to my classes. In the evenings, Mom would either order some takeout or cook supper. I would then do the dishes while they watched television and chatted about their days. Lastly, we would all sit on the small sofa and enjoy the tube before retiring in the evening.

That routine went on until the night I had lots of homework and had spread my papers out on the coffee table. I knew I would be staying up late to finish it all, and I think Mom did too. So when Mom finally got up to go to bed, Vicky said, "Do you mind if I keep you company for a while?"

Mind? Are you kidding me? I thought and replied, "Um... no, not at all."

For the first time, Mom went into her room on her own, leaving her sexy friend alone with me. Vicky sat on the sofa as I spent the next two hours finishing my work. When I finished, I sighed and announced I was done.

"Are you going to sleep now or watching some TV?" Vicky asked.

"I think I'll watch some TV. My mind is still racing from the homework."

With Vicky on one end of the sofa and me on the other, we watched a movie.

However, as the night progressed, the room became a bit chillier, and it wasn't long before Vicky reached for the quilt we kept under the end table for just such occasions.

"You want to share the blanket?" She asked.

"Yea, that sounds great," I said.

Vicky eased herself closer as she draped our bodies with the blanket. I was startled when she then leaned in and rested her head on my shoulder while she curled her legs up on the couch.

"OH! This is much better," she said cheerfully as the warmth and sexual awareness of her presence took hold of my body.

My heart began to thump loudly in my chest as I tried to think how I could get this to go further. Finally, after a couple of minutes, I nudged her as her head rested on my arm. In return, she lifted her head, giving me just enough time to make my play.

"Here, I think this will be more comfortable," I said as I put my arm over her shoulder, leaving my chest for her to rest her head onto. To my overwhelming joy, that is exactly what she did.

Content I enjoyed the heavenly experience as I inhaled her perfumed hair, which awakened all my senses. But also became fully aware of the pressure of her left breast, which was pressing tight against my side, and felt my cock immediately starting to respond by slowly rising.

Several minutes passed as I enjoyed my newfound sexual bliss before becoming very accustomed to our embrace and then heard Vickie's breathing become heavy and slow.

Figuring she must have dozed off since the movie had just ended and the late-night news was about to start, I knew it wouldn't be long before she would wake up and leave to go to Mom's room. So I decided to push my luck.

With the hand that I had draped over her arm, I began to lightly stroke her skin, which caused barely audible moans to escape from her now parted lips. But then I heard footsteps from behind and knew Mom had come out of her room.

"Wow! Don't you two look cozy," Mom said, looking down on us.

Vicky stirred as she awoke and cooed, "Yes. This is very nice. I almost don't want to leave."

"Is there room for one more?" Mom said.

"I think we can make room," Vicky answered and pulled her legs in tight while scrunching herself even closer to me. Mom sat down on the other end of the sofa, and I felt the presence of Vicky's hand resting on my upper thigh. It was only inches from my stiff member, and without thinking, I squeezed her arm and was surprised when her hand did the same to my thigh.

With Vicky's hand only inches from my tool, it made me want to thrust my hips up, and I did my best to control my building urges. But as we watched the tube, I felt her fingers sliding slowly on my thigh. Gently, they crept closer to my cock until I felt them brush across my shaft. It sent a rush of sensual pleasure through my body, and I held my breath as her fingertips traced up and down the length of my shaft. Closing my eyes, I knew I would explode soon if she kept this up.

In my sexual state, I vaguely heard Mom blurt something about the news, and Vicky turned to answer. But as she did had also very slyly cupped my ball sack with her hand.

Surprised by Vicky's sexual aggressiveness, I glanced over at Mom to see if she was aware that her best friend would be making her son cum any second from toying with his nuts. But it appeared she was too engrossed in the news to notice what was taking place so close to her.

The sexual stimulation that Vicky was doing to me was too intense for my poor body to control anymore, and I couldn't hold back the hot sperm that raced to the tip of my pole. Quickly my hand clutched Vicky's arm as my ass lifted off the couch uncontrollably when my dick released a small portion of sperm. This only made Vicky tug on my balls harder, putting me over the top. My teeth ground tightly together as my eyes snapped shut when I exploded inside my underwear.

My cock kept pumping jets of sperm as she pulled and tugged on my balls, and I felt like I would pass out any second from the pleasure that was consuming my body. I don't know how Mom didn't hear any of my grunts I so desperately tried to conceal under my breath.

It was then I realized I had a problem. There was no way I could hide my sticky, soaked pants from Mom when I got up. But luck was on my side, and I gave a sigh of relief when Mom got up, announcing she was going to bed.

"Yes, I'm feeling sleepy myself," Vicky said as Mom got up from the couch.

As we watched Mom make her way back to her bedroom, Vicky turned, looked at me, and smiled before saying, "Now that she's gone, let's see what kind of a mess you made," and slipped her fingers inside my pants, causing my body to shiver once more in sexual delight from her touch.

Then, wrapping her hand around my cock, she gave it a couple of long tight strokes, and all I could do was enjoy the lustful state she was putting me back into.

My god, her hand felt so good stroking on my tool, but suddenly she stopped and pulled her hand out. Then with a devious smile, she blew my mind when she licked her fingers and said, "Mmm... I just love the taste of a young man's cum."

I was speechless and couldn't move. All I could do was watch as Vicky removed herself from the couch and strutted down the hall to Mom's bedroom without looking back.

The next morning my head was still spinning from the night before, and my dick went rock hard as I thought back how Vicky had made me cum while Mom sat right next to us and had to wonder how far this was going to go.

Would I get to see those wonderful globes she had? Would she let me fuck her? My hand went to my cock, and I stroked it as I envisioned myself pounding her succulent pussy while she told me to fuck her harder.

Just then, I heard Vicky in the bathroom, yelling to my mother she was going to take a shower. Quickly I sat up on my bed and listened as I heard the sound of the shower turning on. Ever so quietly, I tiptoed to the door and tuned in on the sounds coming from the bathroom and could tell she was already in the shower.

Now is my chance, I thought.

My hand began to shake as I grabbed the door handle. Slowly, I turned the knob and cracked open the door just enough for me to spy inside.

I peeked into the steam-filled room, and my eyes caught a movement in the mirror that hung over the sink. My mouth dropped when I found Vicky's fabulous bare body visible in the reflection.

Sexually stimulated, I continued to watch as Vicky ran her soapy hands across her naked wet flesh and couldn't help but pull my underwear down before stroking my super stiff cock as she lathered up her marvelous breasts with both her hands.

Then the unthinkable happened. In my sex-driven trance, I didn't realize that I had opened the door a little too far. To my horror, Vicky's eyes were looking back at me.

However, instead of saying anything or covering up her exposed flesh, she slowly slithered a hand down her body and began to wash her most sacred spot while her other hand playfully moved across her right bosom.

I think my heart skipped a beat when she pressed her back against the shower wall and began to masturbate, never taking her eyes off me. This was too much for my young soul to take, and I opened the door even more so Vicky could see me jerking off while I watched her in self-pleasure.

As we watched each other masturbate, my strokes began to match the rhythm her hand made while she dabbled with her pussy. Regrettably, I knew it wouldn't be much longer before we both brought ourselves to our voyeurs' orgasms since I could see Vicky's hand pressing harder on her mound while low audible moans echoed in the bathroom.

Faster and quicker our hands went until her hips and mine began to buck and thrust. Grunting loudly, I felt my legs weaken as my cum got ready to explode.

But as I tried to hold back from climaxing, I heard Vicky, in a low moan, say the words, "I'm coming!" and that pushed me over the edge. My cum spurted out in gushes and plastered the door, wall, and bathroom floor while watching Vicky's body trembling and writhing from her own orgasm as it unfolded.

To say the least, it was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen or done. Finally, as we both came down from our orgasmic highs, I saw Vicky smile before putting her finger to her lips and say, "shhh."

 All I could do was silently nod before softly closing the door and falling onto my bed.

Oh my god! I thought to myself.

It became clear that fucking my Goddess just might be within my reach. For the rest of the day, I was on a super sexual high and couldn't wait to see what might happen when I made it back home.

Maybe Mom will have to work late? I pondered.

My dick thickened as I imagined having time alone with Vicky. All the things I would love to do to her; run my nose from one tit to the other, play with her clit until she begged me to fuck her, lick her pussy and feel her juices flow across my face.

"Click... click... click..." I heard, snapping me back to reality.

"How was your day, honey?"

"Fine, Mom. I had a great day," I said with a big smile.

Mom plopped down on the sofa and replied, "What was so good about it?"

Caught off guard, I couldn't very well tell her it was from my morning sexual encounter with her best friend. Nevertheless, I was at a loss for words and tried to think of a reason quickly.

My only response was, "I... I don't know. It just started off being a great day."

A puzzled look filled my Mom's face, but thankfully, just then, Mom's attention was drawn to the front door.

"Oh my god! Vicky! You wore that outfit to work?" I heard Mom exclaim.

Of course, when Vicky popped into the room, I saw what Mom had reacted to since Vicky had on the shortest red mini skirt I had ever seen. She also wore a white ruffled button top that had short sleeves. It wasn't hard to miss that the top three buttons were undone, leaving a nice clear view of her incredible sexy cleavage.

"Wow!" I said aloud.

"See? Your son likes it," Vicky chuckled and winked.

"Well... well... I don't think that's something proper to wear to work. I mean... Vicky... it makes you look like a slut," Mom shouted.

"Take it easy, Trish. God! What are you, my mother? Besides, I think I deserve a little attention now and then."

"Well... I... I... just don't think it's right," Mom replied.

"You know, Trish, it wouldn't hurt if you didn't dress so conservatively and let your hair down once in a while. I mean, you do have a nice body yourself. I don't understand why you think you have to cover up what God gave you."

Vicky had a point. Mom always had her hair up in a bun and dressed like a librarian. Every day, she wore a long flat colored dark skirt to work.

"Don't you think your mom has a hot body, Chris?"

"Huh...? What?" It was hard enough for me to keep my dick from springing to life seeing Vicky dressed as she did. Now she wanted me to check out my own mother. I don't know why, but as I admired Mom from head to toe, my dick twitched, and as I ogled over her body more carefully, it grew in size even more.

I wasn't the only one to notice my growing appendage. Vicky also did and shockingly said, "See, he's getting a boner."

"Vicky!" I heard Mom say as she also gazed at my now full erection. I was flabbergasted and, in my embarrassment, scurried to my room.

"Wait! Don't go!" I heard Vicky yell as I closed my bedroom door to hide my shame.

I crashed on my bed and covered my head with my pillow while both women kept talking in the other room. I was so confused now. I couldn't understand why my dick sprung to life looking at Mom.

It had to be from Vicky's attire, I...