It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and I was lounging about my apartment, flipping through channels, when my phone pinged with a text message notification. Glancing at the screen, I saw it was from Jenna, the mother of my best friend Liam. Curious, I opened the message.
Jenna was in her early forties, a stunning blonde widow who had been recently single. Liam had set up a dating profile for her on Tinder as a joke. He said she wasn't interested in dating again anytime soon after being married for over a decade. But damn, his mom was a total smoke show - all legs, tits, and ass in a tight skirt and heels. I'd had a major crush on her for years. Who wouldn't? I'm a red-blooded male, after all.
The message made my eyes go wide. It was a photo of Jenna on her knees, wearing a sexy blue lace teddy and matching sheer thigh-high stockings held up by garters. Her ample cleavage was on full display. She looked like a Penthouse centerfold. I nearly dropped my phone in shock.
Before I could even process what I was seeing, another text came through: "My husband is traveling, my son is at work, and my daughter is at school..." It was an obvious invitation.
I swallowed hard, my mind racing. Jenna was off limits. She was not only Liam's mom but a good friend. We'd known each other for years. I'd practically grown up at their house. Fucking her would seriously complicate things. But the image of her on her knees in that skimpy lingerie was seared into my brain now. My cock was already half-chubbed just looking at it.
I knew I shouldn't. Knew I really, really shouldn't. But a horny devil on my shoulder was telling me I had to hit that. That wet pussy was practically begging to be destroyed by my big, hard cock. I could almost smell her arousal through the phone.
Before I could change my mind, I texted back a simple "On my way." Then I threw on some clothes and headed out the door, my heart pounding the whole ride over. I'd never fucked a MILF before, let alone my best friend's mom. But I had a feeling this was going to be the best wrong decision I'd ever made.
Arriving at her house, I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. Her son Liam was my best friend, and here I was, about to sleep with his mother. It was wrong on so many levels. But after getting that text message with the attached photo, I knew I had to be there.
I pulled up to the house and checked to make sure no one was home, as Jenna had said. The coast seemed clear. I walked up to the door, rang the bell, and heard footsteps approaching, my palms sweaty with nerves and anticipation.
The door swung open a minute later, and there stood Jenna in all her glorious glory, looking exactly like in the photo except for the devilish grin on her face. The door swung open a minute later and there stood Jenna in all her glorious glory. "Hey stud," she purred, ushering me inside.
"Hey," I replied, heart pounding as I stepped over the threshold.
"I thought you'd never come."
"Sorry, traffic," I lied, unable to take my eyes off her barely covered body. My cock was rock hard already. I looked like I had a baseball bat in my jeans.
"Right on time," smiling slyly.
"I honestly can't believe we're doing this. I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't..."
"Get in here," she said huskily, pulling me inside by my shirt. She kicked the door shut behind us. "Shh, don't you dare apologize," Jenna said, pressing a finger to my lips. "I'm the one who invited you here to fuck me senseless while my husband and kids are away. So stop being a gentleman and start being the bad boy I know you are."
The second we were alone, she pushed me against the wall and kissed me passionately, her lips sliding over mine. I groaned and grabbed her thick ass, pulling her against me. I could feel her heat even through my jeans. She was tiny in my arms.
Her hand slid down to grab my hardening cock through my pants. I groaned at her touch. She was right, gentlemanly behavior was the last thing on my mind now that I had this sexy MILF right where I wanted her.
We made out against the wall for a few heated minutes, hands roaming everywhere. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. But the feel of her soft tits pressed against my chest and her damp panties was all the confirmation I needed.
When we finally came up for air, Jenna took my hand and led me upstairs to the master bedroom. "I've wanted you for so long, you know," she said breathily, looking back at me over her shoulder with bedroom eyes. I closed the door behind us and swallowed hard as she cinched the tie on her silk robe. "Watching you and Liam growing up, knowing someday you'd be man enough to take me like I needed. And now that day has finally come."
I felt a rush go straight to my dick at that admission. "Oh yeah? What's the fantasy, mama?" I growled.
Licking her lips, she untied the robe and let it fall to the ground. The blue lace barely concealed her full breasts and the curve of her hips. She was a fucking goddess. I sat on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes and socks. By the time I looked up, she was crawling toward me in all her sinful glory.
"Let me help you with that," she purred, nimble fingers making quick work of my belt buckle and fly. My cock sprang free, already leaking at the tip. "Oh my, someone's excited," she giggled.