Caught Mom with Best Friend (Part 2)
The following is based on a true storyâŚ
My mom has been fucking my best friend (Ryan) for the past several months. My mom (who I havenât named in my first story) is a nurse named Trish. She is a divorced mother of one (me) and she is in her early forties. She has a beautiful face, a good sized rack, and a lean body. Ryan is my age (in his early twenties). He works out a lot and is the ideal alpha male. All of the girls in high school and college desired him over me. One time I was kissing this girl and she called out Ryanâs name in an orgasmic way. My dick is weak⌠only 4 and a half inches hard. Ryanâs is a good 8 or 9 (based upon what I saw while he was plowing my mom).
Ryan and my mom have kept their relationship under wraps for the past several months. They have no clue that I know of them fucking around. Lately, their actions have been getting bolder. My mom is touching Ryanâs arms and shoulders more in public and she is constantly looking at him in a promiscuous way. However, I havenât seen or heard them fuck since that night I spotted them in her bedroom.
I was becoming impatient. I came up with this plan that might allow for me to see them fuck again. I would tell her (my mom) that I was leaving for the rest of the day and night to stay over a friendâs house in Scranton. Before I left, I would leave the back door unlocked. Once I left, I would drive around or go somewhere and wait for mom to invite Ryan over. Once he came over and they were fucking, I would slip in through the back door, tip-toe upstairs, and either listen or watch them fuck.
As the school year came to a close, I told my mom one weekend that I wasnât coming home that night because I was going to stay over at a friendâs house in Scranton. Her first question was: âIs Ryan going with you?â I replied, âNoâŚHe is not going.â I knew my plan was working. That afternoon, I jerked off in the bathroom to the image of my best friend filling my momâs pussy with his cum. I got dressed in my good pair of jeans and put on one of my American Eagle shirts and told mom that I was leaving for the night. I climbed into my car and drove off to a local bar. My dick was hard the entire time. Even at the bar, I couldnât get the image of Ryan and mom out of my head. I drank a little and chilled there for maybe three hours. I finally decided to drive by my house and see if Ryanâs car was parked within its proximity.
As I drove home, my balls were tingling and my dick was aching. Once I turned onto my street, I instantly saw Ryanâs black Mustang parked in my driveway. Theyâre fucking!!! I couldnât wait to catch them in the act. I parked my car across the street from my house. I walked into the backyard. I could hear rap music blasting from inside my house. I knew Ryan loved rap. I slowly turned the door knob. Thankfully, my mom did not lock the backdoor while I was away! I carefully made my way into the house. I did not hear any moaning, just rap music. I then thought to myself, âWhat if they are NOT fucking?!! That would suck!!â
I turned the corner and was both shocked and excited by what I saw. My mom was bent over the living room couch while Ryan was fucking her from behind. My dick stood at attention. He stood there with his hands around my momâs waist while he continued to plow her from behind. I could hear his balls slapping against my momâs pussy (even with the rap music blasting). Her breasts were pushed up against the leather couch⌠so I didnât get a good visual of them at first. I thought to myself: âThis is even better than the first time.â The room was more illuminated⌠I could see everything. I boldly decided to stand there in the hallway. I donât know why. Was it because I act more boldly when I drink? Possibly. I began to rub my little hard-on through my jeans. Maybe a minute or two later, Ryan pulled on my momâs hair. Her breasts lifted off the coach and Ryan began to grope them [Lucky Bastard!!!]. She turned her head to either look back at Ryan or kiss him when she noticed me standing there in the hallway. I donât know if she saw me feeling myself. All I know is she screamed and quickly tried to cover up her private parts with her hands. I think she even tried to grab some nearby clothes (but I canât recall). Ryan pulled off of my mom and once again revealed his giant cock. I quickly realized I had an erection in my pants and hid behind the wall. Seconds later, I left the house, got into my car, and drove off. I eventually found a somewhat secluded area and jerked off in my pants. Now their relationship was out in the open.
To be continuedâŚ
My mom has been fucking my best friend (Ryan) for the past several months. My mom (who I havenât named in my first story) is a nurse named Trish. She is a divorced mother of one (me) and she is in her early forties. She has a beautiful face, a good sized rack, and a lean body. Ryan is my age (in his early twenties). He works out a lot and is the ideal alpha male. All of the girls in high school and college desired him over me. One time I was kissing this girl and she called out Ryanâs name in an orgasmic way. My dick is weak⌠only 4 and a half inches hard. Ryanâs is a good 8 or 9 (based upon what I saw while he was plowing my mom).
Ryan and my mom have kept their relationship under wraps for the past several months. They have no clue that I know of them fucking around. Lately, their actions have been getting bolder. My mom is touching Ryanâs arms and shoulders more in public and she is constantly looking at him in a promiscuous way. However, I havenât seen or heard them fuck since that night I spotted them in her bedroom.
I was becoming impatient. I came up with this plan that might allow for me to see them fuck again. I would tell her (my mom) that I was leaving for the rest of the day and night to stay over a friendâs house in Scranton. Before I left, I would leave the back door unlocked. Once I left, I would drive around or go somewhere and wait for mom to invite Ryan over. Once he came over and they were fucking, I would slip in through the back door, tip-toe upstairs, and either listen or watch them fuck.
As the school year came to a close, I told my mom one weekend that I wasnât coming home that night because I was going to stay over at a friendâs house in Scranton. Her first question was: âIs Ryan going with you?â I replied, âNoâŚHe is not going.â I knew my plan was working. That afternoon, I jerked off in the bathroom to the image of my best friend filling my momâs pussy with his cum. I got dressed in my good pair of jeans and put on one of my American Eagle shirts and told mom that I was leaving for the night. I climbed into my car and drove off to a local bar. My dick was hard the entire time. Even at the bar, I couldnât get the image of Ryan and mom out of my head. I drank a little and chilled there for maybe three hours. I finally decided to drive by my house and see if Ryanâs car was parked within its proximity.
As I drove home, my balls were tingling and my dick was aching. Once I turned onto my street, I instantly saw Ryanâs black Mustang parked in my driveway. Theyâre fucking!!! I couldnât wait to catch them in the act. I parked my car across the street from my house. I walked into the backyard. I could hear rap music blasting from inside my house. I knew Ryan loved rap. I slowly turned the door knob. Thankfully, my mom did not lock the backdoor while I was away! I carefully made my way into the house. I did not hear any moaning, just rap music. I then thought to myself, âWhat if they are NOT fucking?!! That would suck!!â
I turned the corner and was both shocked and excited by what I saw. My mom was bent over the living room couch while Ryan was fucking her from behind. My dick stood at attention. He stood there with his hands around my momâs waist while he continued to plow her from behind. I could hear his balls slapping against my momâs pussy (even with the rap music blasting). Her breasts were pushed up against the leather couch⌠so I didnât get a good visual of them at first. I thought to myself: âThis is even better than the first time.â The room was more illuminated⌠I could see everything. I boldly decided to stand there in the hallway. I donât know why. Was it because I act more boldly when I drink? Possibly. I began to rub my little hard-on through my jeans. Maybe a minute or two later, Ryan pulled on my momâs hair. Her breasts lifted off the coach and Ryan began to grope them [Lucky Bastard!!!]. She turned her head to either look back at Ryan or kiss him when she noticed me standing there in the hallway. I donât know if she saw me feeling myself. All I know is she screamed and quickly tried to cover up her private parts with her hands. I think she even tried to grab some nearby clothes (but I canât recall). Ryan pulled off of my mom and once again revealed his giant cock. I quickly realized I had an erection in my pants and hid behind the wall. Seconds later, I left the house, got into my car, and drove off. I eventually found a somewhat secluded area and jerked off in my pants. Now their relationship was out in the open.
To be continuedâŚ
12 years ago