I felt a little bad about it, but not enough to stop: I had been fucking my best friend’s own son for months. Call me what you will, but for an older woman like me, getting interest from a hung 18-year-old? Who could say no?
Obviously we wound up getting somewhat close as a result of the sex, and after some time he confessed to me that he had what he called a “thing” for his mother. At first I was repulsed - thinking of his own mother like that was disgusting. But as I imagined her, always the prettier friend, beneath his cock, I slowly got wet enough for a second round with him!
After some time, his birthday was coming up soon, and it was all his mother, Lydia, could talk about. As she complained to me one day about having no clue what to get for her boy, I had a thought.
"Honey," I started slowly, "you know that boys his age just have one thing on their minds."
"Oh, I know," she brushed me off, "but that isn’t something you buy. It’s something he’ll get a lot of in college, but a mother can’t buy that for her son!"
"What do you mean, he’ll get a lot in college?"
"I’m not blind, you know. He’s a handsome young man. I’ve seen you look him over once or twice yourself." We laughed together, her more confidently than I.
"Well…why couldn’t a mother get that for her boy?"
"What on earth do you even mean? Are you suggesting I get a prostitute for my son?"
"Oh, no, not a prostitute - something lower budget."
"I can’t pick up girls for my son, and lord knows I won’t do that myself - "
"Why not?" Silence fell as she stopped laughing. I barged through the pause. "You said yourself he’s handsome - "
"Well, yes, but - "
"You’ve never had even a tiny thought about him?" Silence again.
"He’d never want his old mom doing that to him…"
"Honey, I’ve talked to him about this. He would love it." She looked at me in shock when I said that, and I nodded knowingly. "And so would you."
…
Finally his birthday came, and the small family gathering had died out. It was now just me, Lydia, and her son in the next room over. I squeezed her hand to let her know that it was time. She looked at me, concern written all over her face, and I simply stood, leading her by the hand into the next room with me.
"Jake? Honey? How’s your birthday been?" I asked.
"Oh, hi Mom, hi Samantha. It’s been amazing, thank you both so much!"
I smiled at him. “We’re glad to hear that, Jake. But you might have noticed that you didn’t get your present from your mother or me yet. That’s because your mother is my gift to you!” His face lit up like I’d never seen before, but I felt a touch on my arm as his mother moved me aside to speak.
"Jake, honey, Samantha’s told me that, um, this is something you would like, and I love you very much, and honey - I would love to be your present for the day - " She wasn’t able to finish as Jake swept her up into a passionate kiss, that I was happy to see she returned. From there, it was a short path into the bedroom, and it wasn’t long until I was holding Lydia’s mouth open for her own son’s cum!

I felt a little bad about it, but not enough to stop: I had been fucking my best friend’s own son for months. Call me what you will, but for an older woman like me, getting interest from a hung 18-year-old? Who could say no?

Obviously we wound up getting somewhat close as a result of the sex, and after some time he confessed to me that he had what he called a “thing” for his mother. At first I was repulsed - thinking of his own mother like that was disgusting. But as I imagined her, always the prettier friend, beneath his cock, I slowly got wet enough for a second round with him!

After some time, his birthday was coming up soon, and it was all his mother, Lydia, could talk about. As she complained to me one day about having no clue what to get for her boy, I had a thought.

"Honey," I started slowly, "you know that boys his age just have one thing on their minds."

"Oh, I know," she brushed me off, "but that isn’t something you buy. It’s something he’ll get a lot of in college, but a mother can’t buy that for her son!"

"What do you mean, he’ll get a lot in college?"

"I’m not blind, you know. He’s a handsome young man. I’ve seen you look him over once or twice yourself." We laughed together, her more confidently than I.

"Well…why couldn’t a mother get that for her boy?"

"What on earth do you even mean? Are you suggesting I get a prostitute for my son?"

"Oh, no, not a prostitute - something lower budget."

"I can’t pick up girls for my son, and lord knows I won’t do that myself - "

"Why not?" Silence fell as she stopped laughing. I barged through the pause. "You said yourself he’s handsome - "

"Well, yes, but - "

"You’ve never had even a tiny thought about him?" Silence again.

"He’d never want his old mom doing that to him…"

"Honey, I’ve talked to him about this. He would love it." She looked at me in shock when I said that, and I nodded knowingly. "And so would you."

Finally his birthday came, and the small family gathering had died out. It was now just me, Lydia, and her son in the next room over. I squeezed her hand to let her know that it was time. She looked at me, concern written all over her face, and I simply stood, leading her by the hand into the next room with me.

"Jake? Honey? How’s your birthday been?" I asked.

"Oh, hi Mom, hi Samantha. It’s been amazing, thank you both so much!"

I smiled at him. “We’re glad to hear that, Jake. But you might have noticed that you didn’t get your present from your mother or me yet. That’s because your mother is my gift to you!” His face lit up like I’d never seen before, but I felt a touch on my arm as his mother moved me aside to speak.

"Jake, honey, Samantha’s told me that, um, this is something you would like, and I love you very much, and honey - I would love to be your present for the day - " She wasn’t able to finish as Jake swept her up into a passionate kiss, that I was happy to see she returned. From there, it was a short path into the bedroom, and it wasn’t long until I was holding Lydia’s mouth open for her own son’s cum!

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