Cheating with my best friend’s mom
Gary was one of my friends since 3rd grade. He was kind of a know-it-all that didn’t know-much-at-all.
In the summer he and I were usually the only two around in our neighborhood so we’d be together a lot. Didn’t spend much time at my house but in the evening we watched a lot of TV with his mom. I liked her because she was so sweet.
His father was abusive when he was there which wasn’t often. I can remember 3 times I saw him.
She wasn’t pretty but I didn’t think she was ugly either. She had what seemed like a big butt and big b****, to kids anyway. Not when we got older.
When I first hung around there I knew absolutely nothing about s**. Not a clue. I don’t know if Gary did then but he had a habit of playfully using his moms butt for a punching bag.
I remember the first time I spent the night there, he said, watch this, and he started boxing her buns. A couple jabs on one side then one or two on the other and maybe some rapid strikes with both fists to both buns.
I didn’t know a butt was a sexual part because I knew nothing about s** at all, but it looked fun. So when Gary told me to do it, I did. And I liked it. I know now that it caused sexual feeling in me, I just didn’t know what it was then, other than it felt good.
But I quickly found out I preferred rubbing and pushing on it with my open hands a lot better than punching it.
I can’t remember Mrs. G. ever telling us to stop. I know for a fact that we would follow her from room to room while she did whatever she was doing with me and Gary hot on her tail, me rubbing one side and him punching the other.
When a tv show came on that she wanted to see, she sat in the middle of the sofa. Gary on one side and me on the other. I just remembered, he would rub also when she was sitting. We’d slide our hands under her bottom as far as we could get them
But after dark was the very best. That is when she would put on a short worn-out looking kind of see through sleeping thing. It was pink and transparent like a negligee material but there were about three layers. You could still see through it but not as well. It came to just below her bottom when she was standing up. And to the top of her butt if she bent over. She wore panties you could see through.
We could see her butt crack and her nipples. But I don’t remember anyone ever saying anything about it. I can still remember the sight of her very well. In fact, she’s the only person I can remember from that time I could describe in pretty accurate detail. If I was an artist I could draw her.
I never thought she looked bad at all. Her sweetness made her pretty to both of us.
When I would spend the night, we would cuddle next to her on the sofa. That is when I found out b**** felt as good as butt and they were easier to get to. Gary spent his time working on her bottom on her left side and I’d lay my head in her lap from the right side and rub and caress her b****.
I don’t remember any comments made at all.
I could rub her b**** for as long as she would sit there and she would usually have her right hand on me.
I can’t remember where her hand ever was, I just know it was on me and it felt good. This went on for at least 3 years.
Then one day we met at the tree fort and Gary had several pornographic magazines
he found in his fathers shop. There were all kinds. I remember some were about nudists. Others showed naked women. But the thing we both found most interesting were the; Forums, letters to the editor, and other true story articles.
Of those, we both liked the stories about
Cheating wives, MFM, or young men with moms or older women. The later was our absolute best.
We were in the 7th and 8th grades when we were reading these. That’s when we found out about s**.
Gary read an article one day about a Woman with the same name as his mother, written by a man with his fathers name. It told how the woman was having an affair with a boy by the same name as a boy 3 years older than us that was at Gary’s house a lot.
In fact, Gary’s mom would tell him what time he could come home on certain days.
Gary was devastated at first but I got him to see the positive side of it.
We decided we would replace the other boy. Gary wanted me to promise he would be first. So I did.
We were both too chicken for a long time to get it done. But one day we went to his house after basketball practice. We wore our gym shorts and cutoff t-shirts.
We went to the kitchen to get something to eat or drink. I don’t remember.
Mrs. G was cooking something in a pan on the stove. Gary went to the bathroom.
I sat in a chair at the table and Mrs. G had her back to me. Her bottom looked great. She had on form-fitting black stretch pants that formed a deep groove in her butt crack.
L*** overpowered me. It’s scary now to remember how strong that power of l*** was, and had it gone wrong, I might not be writing about it. I might not be writing at all.
I got up and walked up behind her. I had a hard-on that wanted out of my gym shorts and into the groove of her ass. I dropped my shorts to my ankles and pressed my c*** into the crack of her ass.
Her left hand came back and landed on my naked thigh. She slid her hand between us and wrapped it around my c***. She rubbed it up and down twice. Then she turned the stove off with her right hand and spun around to face me. Still holding my c*** in her left and now her right hand also.
I put my hands on her b**** and caressed them. They felt even better than they did 4 years earlier. She pulled me by my d*** and I followed her, shuffling my feet with the shorts around my ankles, to her bedroom, and to her bed.
I can remember every single thing that happened and the feel of everything. I remember the exact sound the springs on her bed made. I remember her legs and her arms wrapped around my back and I felt like we were like a basketball and I was trying to make us bounce.
I remember I forgot all about Gary. I remember a sound that sounded like a voice in slow motion. I remember Mrs. G making a noise but it was distorted.
I remember thinking someone was trying to dribble us. But it was a two handed dribble and that’s not allowed.
I remember Gary’s face distorted in a yell. I thought he was cheering me on, so I gave it even more effort. I really believe I did bounce us several times off the bed or the bed off the floor.
Gary never tried to stop me again.
I bounced his momma for the next year and a half.
That was 30 years ago. I found her living in Texas and Gary lives with her. I called her and she was glad I did. I’m going to visit her in a month. I hope Gary is glad to see me too.