Tommy walked to Kevin’s house. Trekked the six miles with a beanie over his messy black hair, a backpack on his shoulders. It was two hours to midnight, cold enough that his breath made a cloud on every exhale, but he didn’t care. Fuck if he was staying at his house. Not after he watched his dad ‘sneak’ a bottle into the back bedroom. Left before the bastard could come back out.

After jogging up the steps of a modest home, Tommy rang the bell. Kevin’s mom answered the door.

Ms. Davis was still in her form-fitting nurse regalia. Though she was glad to see him, her heart sank.

“Thomas.”

“Sorry to bother you so late, Ms. Davis.”

She reached out and grabbed his arm before he finished speaking, led him inside and shut the door. When she pulled him in for a hug, he froze. This wasn’t the first time he’d shown up at an odd hour, nor the first time she’d hugged him, but he reacted just the same.

Ms. Davis wasn’t quite as tall as Tommy, her head on his chest as she embraced him. She was warm and smelled wonderful; the smell of a woman, someone who’d been a mother for years.

“You’re always welcome here. You know that.”

It tore Ms. Davis apart that she couldn’t help Tommy. Not in any way that she hadn’t already. Tommy’s eighteenth birthday was next month, graduation the month after, and he’d be free soon enough. Whenever Tommy came calling, she always said letting him stay was the least she could do.

“Kevin’s up there somewhere.” She waved him on, and he thanked her quietly. Tommy wasn’t a big talker. 

Up the stairs and to the left, Kevin jumped up to greet him, ditching his console controller.

“Again?” he asked as they bumped fists.

“It was just a fifth, but I left before he drank it.”

“Good. My mom let you in?”

“Yeah.”

“Word. You hungry?” Tommy shrugged. He was always hungry. "You know where the kitchen is," Kevin responded to his non-committal. Tommy nodded a 'thank you'.

Without further inquiry, Kevin dropped back on his bed and resumed his game. They'd been best friends since eighth grade; Kevin knew Tommy would want some time to himself, especially on a night like this. Tommy took the silent offer and migrated to the bathroom across the hall.

He showered. Spent twenty minutes under the scalding spray.

His thoughts were a vicious tide in a dark ocean, each one washing over his head, threatening to drown him. Instead of fighting for air, Tommy swam down. Deep enough not even the loathing current could reach him.

His mind finally quiet.

And then, Ms. Davis rippled the water.

Lauren Davis; the epitome of the perfect mom. The perfect MILF. Tommy was often caught between wanting her to be his own mother, and wanting to fuck her senseless. Sometimes he resented Kevin for having someone who cared about him. Of course, he knew that was illogical--it wasn’t Kevin’s fault. Sometimes he entertained the thought that maybe someday Ms. David would give him a chance. Maybe she’d seduce him… Tommy knew he was far too nervous to make a move himself. Ms. Davis liked him, there was no way he’d risk fucking that up.

Another twenty minutes later, Tommy exited the bathroom, dressed in the fresh set of clothes he brought. Across the hall, Kevin’s bedroom light was off. He almost felt bad for taking so long, but knew Kevin would have gone to bed soon anyway. It was a school night.

Tommy grabbed his backpack and walked barefoot down the stairs. Slipped out the sliding door to the backyard. He took a seat in one of the patio chairs and began smacking a small box against his palm.

His dad definitely remembered to take the whiskey but left the new pack of smokes on the counter.

Tommy peeled it open, flipped a lucky, and pulled out a cig, lighting it under the stars. He dragged on it in silence until the cherried end was near the filter. Then, he heard the door slide open.

Tommy immediately flicked the butt behind him.

Ms. Davis stepped out, dressed in her pajamas, a mug in her hands. She paused on seeing him.

“Thomas. What are you doing out here?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head. The longer she watched him, the more suspicious she grew. Stepping toward him, her silk shorts revealed the swell of her hips nicely. He cleared his throat as she sat in the chair beside him. Ms. Davis reached up to tousle his damp hair.

“Are you okay, Thomas?” He nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He gave her a look that said, Do I ever? 

She smiled. “Have you eaten yet?” Tommy nodded again. She didn't believe him. Stared at him until he finally looked up, and eventually, smiled back. “How many times do I have to tell you? There’s no need for you to be bashful about eating my food. I’m more insulted when you don’t eat.”

Tommy considered that.

“Come on. Let’s find you something.”

Ms. Davis pulled him by the hand, back through the glass door and into the kitchen. She reheated yesterday’s lasagna and gave Tommy the plate. Watched him eat the whole thing as she drank her coffee. She leaned over the opposite end of the island as they talked about his senior year, and Tommy tried desperately to ignore the view of her breasts. He could feel his eyes glazing as he attempted to keep her cleavage in his peripheral.

At last, she stood up.

“Do you need a new toothbrush?”

Tommy decided not to lie this time. Just nodded and looked guilty. She laughed a little.

“Well, the last thing you want’s a trip to the dentist. Come with me.”

After rinsing her mug, Ms. Davis led the way up the stairs, past Kevin’s room to the end of the hall. Tommy entered her room behind her. Gray and muted teals were draped in every soft fabric you can think of. He tried not to look around; it felt personal.

Standing in the master bathroom, Ms. Davis and Tommy brushed their teeth together. Tommy noticed the sway of her chest with her motion, and his cock began to stir as it did downstairs. Jesus fuck, could he not escape her for a moment?

Tommy quickly finished, rinsed his mouth, and shook the toothbrush dry.

“Oh, I need to get you a blanket,” Ms. Davis remembered, turning off the faucet.

Tommy followed her to the hall, stood behind her as she reached into the closet. On her tippy-toes, Tommy couldn’t help but look at her round thighs. The slight jiggle of her otherwise perfectly firm ass.

The moment he allowed himself the full view, his erection grew to its potential, which he met with instant regret when she turned back around.

“This is why I need you boys here: to reach the top shelf.” She stepped back. “Can you grab that blanket, Thomas?”

Tommy swallowed the dryness in his throat, stepped beside her, and reached up. Praying she wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants. As he came back down, folded fleece in hand, he found himself toe-to-toe with a stone-still Ms. Davis.

She noticed.

Heart pounding with the fear of being in trouble for his predicament, Tommy didn’t move. Didn't know what to say. He watched her gaze travel up from his zipper, coming to rest on his eyes. Whatever she saw there made her wet her lips.

Tommy held his breath.

She rose to her toes, wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, and he still refused to believe it. There was no way. When their mouths touched, reality immediately meant nothing.

Her soft warmth was his truth: The only thing that made sense. Tommy closed his eyes. Breathed her in. Kissed her back.

Ms. Davis was reeling. What was she doing? She didn’t know. But she wanted more. When she kissed him harder, his reaction wasn’t what either of them expected.

Tommy grabbed her waist, turned, and pushed her back to the wall. She gasped. He pressed; his mouth, his body. She received.

In the pitch hallway, silent as midnight ought to be, Tommy and Ms. Davis silently said goodbye to normal. Crossed the boundaries of their relationship. Fell into the rush of temptation.

“Shh,” Ms. Davis hissed, pressing a thumb to his lips when his panting threatened to drift down the hallway and into a certain bedroom.

She pulled him back into her room.

As her dainty hand turned the lock on the knob, Tommy grew more nervous than he’d ever been. More aroused than he’d ever been. He came in the shower not an hour prior--thinking of her--and there he was, aching once more. He felt like he could go for hours, and he didn’t even know how.

Ms. Davis pulled her silk top over her head, revealing her full breasts; their weight and shape, her puffy nipples.

“Holy shit,” Tommy breathed.

“Watch that mouth, Thomas,” she warned, bare chest pressing to his tee as she pulled him down for another kiss. She helped him out of his shirt. His hands were in her hair as she worked on his belt.

“Oh my god.” Her shock was so genuine, for a moment, Tommy was worried. Her hand on his warm, hard dick was wonderful. He saw no issue.

“What?”

She stroked it. His breath caught.

“This is big.” Tommy actually blushed at her declaration. “Has anyone ever sucked this for you, Thomas?”

JesusfuckingChrist.

Should he ever suffer a heart attack, Tommy now knows exactly how to get it pumping again. Ms. Davis could whisper that in his ear even after death, and he would rise.

Tommy simply shook his head ‘no’.

Ms. Davis guided him backward until he sat on her bed. His body was lean and muscular. Her round curves were better than his fantasies. When she dropped to her knees, topless, his imagination would forever pale in comparison. 

Hand around his girth, Ms. Davis watched him as she opened her mouth, leaned forward, and delicately licked the massive vein on the underside of his cock. 

"Oh god," Tommy groaned, fisting the bedding beneath him.

His shaft was hot and thick, pulsing in her grasp. Once more, she ran her soft tongue along his length, and at the tip, kissed it sweetly.

A million conflicting thoughts ran through her head as his eyes burned into her, but one thing every facet of her could agree on was that Tommy was fucking delicious. Attractive in a light she was guilty for noticing. A man in his own right; forced to grow up quick, though still young.

Ms. Davis grabbed his wrists and forced his hands into her hair, encouraging him to guide her, then took his cock and moved it down her throat.

Tommy felt a thousand shocks, the gesture electric.

“Damn,” he sighed, holding her head.

She came up an inch and went down two more. Tommy tried not to moan. Tried to relax his already too-tight sack. Her throat was wet and tight, her tongue affectionate. She couldn’t get him all in her mouth, but not one inch of his length was neglected. She was skilled. She was beautiful. Ms. Davis knew what she was doing, and she was doing it on him. His toes curled.

Tommy almost felt imposing, holding fistfuls of her hair, but the more he helped, the more eager she became. When he thrust his hips up and pushed her head down, she enjoyed it as much as him.

She sucked him harder, gasping as she stroked him, eyes on his face as she licked his balls.

Tommy met his limit. Ms. Davis was good at giving. Lord, was she good. But he could tell she wanted to receive. Needed it. 

Pulling her off the floor, Tommy turned Ms. Davis and tossed her on the plush bed. Did not vacillate before reaching for her silk shorts. Tugged them down her legs and tossed them, exposing her completely. 

Her pussy was ravenous for attention. Neatly shaved and glistening in the pale light pooling from the window. Idly, Tommy wondered the last time Ms. Davis had been fucked. The way she gasped when he moved down and licked her told him it may have been a while.

He licked. And licked. Nibbled and sucked. Never before had Tommy pleasured a woman, but he was no idiot. He paid rapt attention to her responses. Repeated a motion when she mewled with approval. Painted her folds with his saliva.

"Ahh yes, just like that," she sighed as he kissed her clit with an open mouth.

She was sweet, like nectar. Her thighs at each side of his head smooth and soft. Hands in his hair. Tommy palmed her ass and buried his face, mouthed her generously as he contemplated this moment of allowed peace.

The plague that inundated his life had been shoved into a box and locked with zeal. Ms. Davis held the floor of his consciousness, the world outside that room nonexistent.

Tommy pushed a finger inside her.

“Ohh,” she moaned, trying to stay silent as he added a second finger and moved them in and out. Lick, push, suck, pull. Tommy was a natural.

“Push up,” Ms. Davis said with a nod toward the ceiling. “That’s my g-spot.”

He did as he was told, and she fell back in an arch.

"Oh, yes! God, Thomas, don't stop." Her pleading was adrenaline, amping his already overactive teenaged libido.

She was a puppet and he was her master. Tommy’s arm was taut, hand thrusting as he played her with curled fingers. Fascinated as she writhed from his intention. He loved pleasing her. Put his mouth back on her clit as he roughly fingered her. 

“Thomas, please,” she panted, “please, I want you.”

She was urging him up and he reluctantly pulled away. If he hadn’t known any better--which he hadn’t--he’d have thought her on the verge of an orgasm. When he realized what it was that she wanted, his disappointment evolved to excitement.

Tommy stretched his hard body above her. She pulled him down for a kiss. He was surprised, given where his mouth just was. Then, more surprised when he decided how fucking hot Lauren Davis tasting herself was. His dick was so hard it was becoming painful.

“Let me ride this,” Ms. Davis whispered as she reached down and grabbed him. He throbbed in her hand.

Tommy put an arm beneath her and traded her places, rolling to his back as she straddled him. The view of her from his bottom position was divine. Hair pulled over one shoulder, freckles on her bare skin. Her full figure was flawless.

Ms. Davis rose to her knees and lined herself with his large, rounded head. They watched each other, didn’t shy away from eye contact, when finally, she lowered herself.

Tommy's jaw dropped before she met his hilt.

Slowly, with care and patience and utter precision, Ms. Davis took him inside her. Hot and wet as she was, he slid in easily, though that wasn’t to say he didn’t stretch her as he went. Her pussy gripped his thickness as she stopped, went up an inch, then moved down again. They both moaned. The hushed quality of their vocals up to that point threatened to rise with sensation.

“Oh damn,” Tommy groaned when she sat completely on his lap. Ms. Davis purred.

“You feel so good. So big,” she breathed as she rose so high he almost slipped out, then back down to engulf his length. His insides flipped. The impact of him touching her deepest spot was her own limit.

In fact, Ms. Davis hadn’t been fucked in a long time, and Tommy was everything she needed. Filled her completely. Looked at her as if she were a fleeting goddess.

And Tommy had been right, she was almost to orgasm when his hand was inside her.

Ms. Davis moved a little faster. Tommy watched her brazenly, holding her thighs until he found his courage and reached up to hold her waist. She liked it. Took his hands and encouraged him to knead her chest. He obliged.

The feeling was hypnotic; her tits in his grasp, his cock being swallowed by her tight heaven, over and over.

Tommy began thrusting up into Ms. Davis. She liked that, too.

“Oh god, Tommy,” she moaned, humping him deeply. He really liked that. Her putting them on the same level. He tried his luck.

“Come for me, Lauren,” he demanded, fucking her harder. 

Formality gone, Lauren went with it. She moaned unyieldingly, and Tommy’s hand shot up to quiet her. She leaned into his palm to dilute her scream as she came. Tommy was in awe, watching her eyes roll, her hips grinding mindlessly as she clenched around him.

His relief in the shower prepared him in a way he hadn’t expected. By then, he could have come, but held off in hopes of impressing her.

When she started shivering and he didn’t stop, impressed she was. As inexperienced as he was. Tommy held his own, rolled them over and assumed the top position when she grew limp. She gasped as he fucked her into the bed, her pussy still sensitive. 

His mouth trailed her neck. They shared unrushed kisses, her nails on his back. Until she asked for more. 

"Harder, Tommy," she instructed.

He sat up, kneeling between her open legs, and began pounding into her. Her ankles as far apart as he could hold them. She leaned up on her elbows, whispered moans as she watched.

Lauren looked up from under her lashes, mouth agape, and he had to wonder how he could be so lucky.

Tommy fucked her for hours. 

Perfection. Demanding. Powerful. Lauren was calm, yet intense. Sweet, yet savage. Showed Tommy whatever he was willing to learn, which was everything. 

He bent her over. Held her waist as he pulled her back onto his hard shaft. She was on her elbows and knees, hair piled over one side of her head as she fisted the blanket, moaning.

She rode him in reverse. Made him lie down and climbed on him backward. Tommy particularly enjoyed that position; holding her hips, the view of her smooth, naked back, her ass bouncing as she humped him.

Lauren showed him to play with her clit as he thrust into her. To bite her nipples when the pace increased, and to lick them when it slowed. When he pulled out and started eating her pussy again, he showed her he was learning.

She screamed into the bed, his mouth on her from behind before he finger fucked her g-spot. She began actively trying to get away from his ruthless touch, and he knew she was close. Held her down. 

"Tommy, Tommy, fuck!" she moaned, making him thrill. Lauren Davis never swore. 

At the last moment, he shoved his dick deep in her and she came once more.

Tommy had stamina, and he used it. Licked, sucked, fucked her. Flipped her over. Rolled with her. Kissed her everywhere.

Lauren's ability to reason took passenger to her ability to fuck and be fucked. She rode him, shushed him with her fingertips when he moaned a little too loud. Grabbed his cock and guided it into her mouth, her pussy. She didn't even berate him when he cursed, telling her how 'fucking amazing' she felt.

Tommy was above her when he finally came. Had been leisurely nursing her breasts, nipping her neck, pumping steadily into her.

She was the home he never had. Brought him somewhere he'd never been. He wanted it to last an eternity, and in a way, it had. But he was aching for release, knew cumming inside her would be the cherry on top of the most mind-blowing experience of his life. Knew she was waiting for it. 

She kissed him slowly, gently, whispered against his lips, "Come, Thomas. Come for me."

Pace a little faster, looking in the eyes of his best friend's mom, Tommy filled with euphoria from his head to his toes, before his threshold for control was lost at last, and he came deep inside her.

She came again, too.

-

Tommy clung to what was left of the night. Didn't want to look at the clock. Ms. Davis didn't either. Laid her head on his chest as their fingertips trailed one another.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" she whispered after a while. 

"… Not this time," he replied. 

Ms. Davis shut her eyes.

"You can stay -" 

"I know," he cut her off. She'd offered permanency before.

Ms. Davis accepted his answer. He had his reasons, and she knew him well enough to guess what the main one was: He wanted to keep those he cared about safe. To her knowledge, she and Kevin were the best people he had in his life. Tommy wouldn't subject them to whatever would have followed him there.

"I know you were smoking," she said to break the silence. “In the backyard.”

Shit, he thought. Now the trouble comes.

When he didn’t answer, she continued. “You’re old enough to understand the implications, so I won’t lecture you. But you should know.” Ms. Davis lifted her head to look him in the eyes. “You’re much more attractive when you don’t smell like a chimney.”

Tommy smiled. Leave it to Ms. Davis to mother him as he’s naked in her bed.

-

When the faintest light began to leech away the stars, they got up. Dressed together in comfortable silence.

Tommy ran a hand over his ever-messy black hair. Ms. Davis stood before him, barefooted, back in her tiny silk pajama set. She reached up to tousle his hair, her signature move, then left her hand on the side of his face. They didn’t say anything for a while. Just shared a wordless conversation with their eyes.

Tommy knew once he walked out her door, what happened would be over. He was okay with that.

Just one night with Ms. Davis. A night he’d never forget.

She smiled. Rose to her toes and gave him one last kiss.

“If you need me to kick his ass, just let me know,” she said, and he breathed a laugh. The only time his dad met Ms. Davis, the bastard did nothing but drool over her as she shot him scathing looks. How jealous his father would be if he knew where his son had been that night.

Tommy did leave her room. Walked back down the hall to peek in on Kevin who was still out cold, buried under his bedding. Tommy walked across the hall to the bathroom.

Pulled out the new pack of cigarettes he stuffed in his pocket when Ms. Davis found him outside.

Ms. Davis.

He broke each one in half and flushed them down the toilet.