“If you give those to my mom she’ll wash them.”

I looked down at my dark gray sweatpants and shook my head. “Dude, these are gross. They’ve got blood and mud on them from football.” I looked at the crotch and laughed. “And probably some jizz, too. Not sure.”

Caleb laughed. “She won’t bat an eyelash. I saw her down in the laundry room a few minutes ago. If you hurry, she’ll throw them in.”

“She’s your mom. You ask her,” I said, thrusting the pants at him.

He held up his hands. “Dude, I’m not touching them. They’re disgusting.” Then he jogged off to the bathroom to take a shower.

I hurried down the hall and took the steps fast. I didn’t have anything else to wear that week except the jeans I had on — and they weren’t all that clean either. I really didn’t want to ask Caleb’s mother to wash my pants. Jenny was a single mom who worked from home. The last thing she needed was more laundry.

That was what was running through my head as I collided with her.

I dropped the pants and grabbed her shoulders to keep her from falling to the floor.

“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking.”

She laughed. “I’m fine. Totally fine. You just startled me. No one there, and then giant guy there.” She bent over to pick up the pants. “Did you need these washed?”

“Yes. Um… no. Well, I need to wash them. Can I use your machine when you’re done? I don’t want to ask you to — ”

She shook her head and laughed. “Come on.”

I followed her into the laundry room where a load was already agitating.

“One more pair of sweatpants isn’t going to make a difference. Plus, lucky you, it’s a dark load.” She lifted the lid, dropped the pants in and winked at me. “There. Now was that so hard?”

My eyes scanned her curvy body. She was my best friend’s mother, and this was the first time we’d been alone. But it was long enough for me to notice the sweetheart shape of her ass in her tight jeans. How her small waist flared to sexy hips. How her long dark hair had just a few threads of sterling silver that somehow made her a million times sexier.

“No,” I managed to mutter, despite having a dry tongue that suddenly felt welded to the roof of my mouth. “Not hard at all.”

That hadn’t been hard, but something was. I cleared my throat. “Thank you. Very much. I’ll just — ” I let the sentence trail off as I cocked a thumb toward the hallway. I needed to make a swift exit, lest she notice my stiff dick.

“No problem,” she replied. And then she looked, very deliberately, at the erection I was hoping to hide.

About an hour later my cock was still throbbing, and my mind was filled with dirty images. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jenny, no matter how hard I tried.

Caleb came bounding up the steps. “My mom wants me to grab some groceries for dinner tonight. Steaks, dude. Score.” He reached out, and I gave him the knucks he so frequently demanded. “Want to come?”

“Naw, I gotta take a shower. We’re still going to that party after dinner, right?”

“Absolutely. You shower; I’ll get the food.”

I let out a sigh as I shut the bathroom door. I stripped down and turned the water on hot. Caleb’s mom was consuming my thoughts: her ass, her hips and her tits — full and round and pressing against her snug tee — and those crazy stripes of silver in her hair.

I pressed my forehead to the slick tile and let the water beat down on me. I let out a groan and gripped my cock, giving it a squeeze. “Why couldn’t she be short, fat, and have a hairy mole?” I whispered. Then I laughed at my own stupid complaint.

I gave myself a few hard strokes. When pressure built I cupped my balls, but I kept my head pressed to the tile. I thrust slowly into my own hand, doing my best to imagine it was Caleb’s mother’s cunt.

I didn’t notice the shower curtain sliding back. I had no idea Jenny was there until she whispered, “Your pants are done. And… maybe I can help with that too.” Her smile was knowing.

I turned so fast I almost tipped over. “Jesus.”

She put a hand on my arm reassuringly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said, looking a little embarrassed. “I can go — ”

“Don’t.” I answered before I had any idea I’d even spoken.

“No? Instead, maybe we can… ” She cut the water and held out a hand. I took it, and she tugged until I stepped out of the tub and stood on the fluffy gray shower mat.

She got down on her knees, and I felt the world tilt beneath my feet. She leaned in and pressed her soft lips to my cockhead and then they parted and enveloped my dick. Her tongue felt like hot, wet velvet. I groaned and put my hand on the back of her head. I thrust a few times, rocking my hips slowly and listening to her exhale and then moan.

I grew bolder as she continued to suck on my cock with an ever increasing hunger, drawing on me so that I felt heat rise in my cheeks. I held the sides of her head and fucked her mouth a bit harder, taking her the way I needed.

Her hands came up to cup my ass as she dragged her tongue down my shaft.

“Fuck,” I growled impatiently, knowing we had limited time.

I dropped to my knees and worked the button on her jeans. Together we got them off, and I pushed her back on the plush rug and kissed her square on the mouth. “Goddamn, you’re pretty.”

She smiled, and I shoved her shirt up and pulled her bra cups down. I sucked one hard nipple in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. I moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. I pushed a finger into her wet pussy and curled it. She moaned into my mouth, her body undulating beneath mine.

I moved down to her pussy, parted her outer lips and examined her pert little clit. Then I touched my tongue to it and gave it a swipe. She hissed like I’d burned her but pressed her hips up so that her pussy mashed against my willing mouth. I sucked her hard and then lapped at her, making small, gentle circles with my tongue — until her hips started to pump wildly and she grasped my hair so hard I gasped. Then I switched to fast and firm flicking, and she came with a fierce cry.

Her pussy let loose a rush of juices into my mouth, and I sighed, licking her clean and lapping up the excess.

But I wasn’t done. I wanted to draw another orgasm from her. I slid two fingers into her tight cunt and found her G-spot with the tips of my fingers. I thrust against it as I went back to eating her, taking my time and lapping at her slowly. I licked all around her clit but never actually touched it as I curled my fingers deep inside her.

“Fuck. Lick me. Suck my clit,” she begged. “I’m so close.”

I could feel her slick channel tightening around my fingers as she babbled. I smiled and delivered some fast flicks of my tongue to her swollen clit. When she groaned, I sucked it and nudged that tender spot deep inside her with my fingertips, increasing the pressure until she lost it.

Jenny came with a shout, and I feared my cock was so hard it would break off before I could actually get inside her.

“Hurry,” she said. “Caleb always forgets half the stuff on my list and gets back way before he should.”

I nudged her legs apart and traced my tip along her wet slit. She arched up as I ran my cock over her clit.

“Fuck me,” she said.

That was all I needed.

“Yes, ma’am,” I responded, laughing. And I slid into her with a hard, fast thrust. Her pussy gripped me tight, and I gritted my teeth to concentrate. The last thing I wanted was have a hair trigger. Not with this gorgeous MILF.

Her hands squeezed my ass, and she bucked beneath me. Every time I drove into her, my pelvis banged her clit. She sighed and moaned, and the noises were driving me insane.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I felt her heated cunt open to me further. “Jesus,” she muttered low and hoarse.

“I feel like I should be doing something wild, like banging you doggy-style or doing some Kama Sutra shit,” I admitted.

“Why?” Her eyes were blue. Big and blue and guileless. “Missionary is perfect. I can feel everything. You can feel everything, and you can look at my face when you make me come.”

I shoved my hands beneath her shapely ass and tilted her just so. I fucked her with short, brutal jabs, feeling her slippery heat engulf me. Her hips danced rhythmically, and her eyes drifted shut as she chewed her lower lip.

“There,” she said. “Right there. Right there… ”

“You’re getting so fucking tight.”

“Because — ”

Before she could finish her sentence, she came. Her pussy squeezed me so tight the sensation stole my breath. The rippling spasms finally stopped, and I pulled my hands from under her ass and pushed her arms above her head. I held them with one hand and angled myself so I could bite her nipples as I fucked her.

“Hurry,” she said, and then she was giggling. Her laughter was like a tinkling wind chime.

“I — ” I began, but I lost my train of thought because she squeezed her cunt around me and my mind shut down. I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her spicy perfume. I came with a shuddery sigh and a deep groan, pumping her full of cream.

Suddenly, I heard Caleb call out and we were in motion. I jumped back in the shower after she gave me a quick peck on the lips. She dressed herself quickly and grabbed my sweats. She was in the bathroom doorway when Caleb spotted her.

“Mom! What are you doing?”

“I just wanted to give Jack his sweatpants.”

“He’s in the shower. You’ll embarrass him.”

I heard her leave and had to stifle a laugh. I was looking forward to seeing what the rest of the week would bring.

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