My Friend's Mom

Rick sat on the floor of the living room at Mario’s house playing a video game. “I kicked your ass again!” shouted Mario triumphantly. Rick picked up a small cushion from the couch and chucked it at his friend’s head. It bounced off his face and hit a lamp nearby, almost toppling it. Mario’s mother entered the room. “Don’t you boys destroy the house!” “We won’t Mrs. Moretti.” This was the first time Rick had been over to Mario’s house and the first time he had met his mother. Not wanting to her to think he was rude, Rick turned around to introduce himself. “Hi, I’m….” As he looked up he was shocked to see an incredibly sexy woman standing there. She was small and slender but had all the right curves. She wore a form fitting skirt with white stockings and a tight, low cut shirt that accentuated her breasts. She was beautiful too; in fact she almost didn’t look old enough to be Mario’s mom. He quickly glanced around the room to see if it had been someone else speaking to them. “I’m Rick,” he said, suddenly feeling very awkward. Mrs. Moretti flashed him a smile. “Hello Ricky.” She had a slight Italian accent and a voice that was soft and inviting. “Mario, I need you to pick up your sister from ballet.” “Why can’t you do it?” “I’m expecting a very important phone call.” She glanced at Rick and smiled again. “Okay, but only if I can have the car for the rest of the night.” “Fine.” She tossed Mario the keys. Mario stood up. “You coming?” he asked Rick. Disappointed, Rick started to his feet. “He will have to stay here.” Mrs. Moretti put a hand up to Rick’s chest, gently guiding him toward the couch. The touch of her fingers was electrifying. Rick wasn’t very experienced with girls and he wasn’t used to being touched. A warm feeling spread from his chest and radiated out, to his groin, creating a stir in his pants. Rick sat down on the couch and grabbed a cushion to hold in front of him. “I told your sister she could invite her friends back. There won’t be enough room in the car.” “But Mom…” “Ricky will be fine here without you for a few minutes, won’t you Ricky?” “Yeah, sure.” Rick blushed. “Fine, I’ll be back in about half an hour.” Mario grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. Mrs. Moretti put a hand on Rick’s shoulder. “Can I get you something to drink?” “No thank you, Mrs. Moretti.” “Such a polite boy,” she said with a smile, and sat down at the other end of the couch, legs stretched out, her toes against his leg and her skirt riding up high enough that he could see where her stockings stopped, midway up her thigh. Mrs. Moretti brushed an invisible piece of lint from her breast causing Rick to stare. Her breasts were soft and round and her nipples poked out, their dark outline just visible through her clingy white top. “Do you have a girlfriend, Ricky?” “No, not right now.” “Really?” Her full, red lips formed a pout. “I’m surprised such a handsome boy like you isn’t taken.” “Aw...” Rick averted his eyes, embarrassed. He could feel his cock pressing hard against his pants. Rick shifted to a more comfortable position. Mrs. Moretti sat up and moved closer. “Maybe you just a need a bit of practice with the girls; to give you some more confidence, hmm?” “I dunno.” Rick wasn’t sure what to say and the feeling of her warm leg pressed against his distracted him. “Pretend I’m a girl you like and we’re on a date,” she suggested, patting his leg. Rick hesitated, unsure of what to say or do. “Go on; put your arm around me.” Mrs. Moretti took his hand and put his arm around her neck. His hand dangled only a couple of inches above her breast. Rick looked into her eyes, trying to read her motives. Could she really be coming on to him? The scent of her perfume enticed him. She smoothed a lock of hair back from Rick’s face, running her fingers gracefully through his hair. As she drew her hand away, she trailed a finger down his cheek, then placed her hand in his, interlocking their fingers. “Now tell me I’m beautiful,” she said softly. “You’re very beautiful,” whispered Rick. “That’s it.” She cupped his face in her hands. “Now kiss me.” Rick looked into her eyes, then at her luscious lips, parted slightly, inviting him. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers. She kissed him; a soft, gentle kiss that made him dizzy. A feeling of uncertainty passed over him. “Mrs. Moretti…” “Shhh,” she said placing a finger to his lips. Rick was happy to oblige. She kissed him again, harder this time. Her tongue found his and her hands explored his chest. Rick kissed her back, savoring the taste of her lips, her tongue and then her neck. Mrs. Moretti crawled onto his lap, straddling his legs. She removed the pillow that was still there and smiled at the obvious tent that had formed in his pants. Rick touched her breasts, marveling at them. Mrs. Moretti sat up on her knees and cradled his head between them, then reaching behind her, undid the clasp on her bra. Rick was ready to cum already, he was having a hard time controlling himself. She lifted up her shirt and bra exposing two beautiful round masses of flesh that jiggled as she tossed her clothes to the floor. Rick took one dark nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily while his hands explored her ass. Mrs. Moretti’s hands massaged his chest, underneath his sweater. Grabbing the front, she lifted it over his head, looking very pleased with what she saw underneath. Gently, she caressed his body, her hands moving toward his waistband. She ran her hand down the length of his shaft, and then with one hand undid the button on his pants. Rick gasped. She leaned up and kissed him once more, then slid off the couch and knelt before him on the floor between his legs. Mrs. Moretti unzipped him and pulled his pants down over his hips. Taking hold of his erect cock, she slid her tongue slowly around the head, and then kissed his inner thighs, her hair tickling his skin. Her warm, wet tongue licked a warm trail from his balls, all the way up his shaft to the very tip. Without warning, she took him in her mouth, plunging down to the base of him and swallowed. She skillfully glided her mouth up and down over his throbbing shaft. Rick had never had a blowjob before and the sensation was more than he could bear. He quickly exploded inside of her, moaning loudly. His back arched up off the couch and his entire body convulsed involuntarily as his load shot sprayed across her lips. Mrs. Moretti swallowed, her tongue licking eagerly at a drop of cum as it trickled down near the corner of her mouth. “Did you like that Ricky?” she asked. “Yes,” Rick answered breathlessly, nodding his head. “You see Ricky,” she said, “that’s the kind of attention a girl will give you if you treat her right.” Mrs. Moretti wiped the corner of her mouth with the tip of her baby finger. She stood up. “Do you want to find out what else she will do to you?” she asked caressing her breasts. Rick nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from her beautiful body. “Uh huh.” She unfastened the button on her skirt, sliding it down slowly, hesitating for a moment before she bent over to slip it off completely. She wasn't wearing any panties, only the white nylons with the lace tops. Mrs. Moretti ran her finger under the edge. Rick's erection hadn’t fully gone down but he felt himself getting hard again already. On the couch, she straddled him once again, the silky stockings caressing his legs. Rick kissed her; his tongue driving into her mouth, probing at hers. He kissed her neck, her shoulders and her breasts, twitching his tongue across her erect nipples. “Mmmm,” she moaned. “Oh, Ricky that feels so good, honey, but I want you to do something else for me. I want you to kiss me down here.” Mrs. Moretti rubbed her hand between her legs, over the panties. “Will you kiss me here, Ricky?” “Yes, Mrs. Moretti.” She leaned back onto the couch, lying down; her legs spread open for him. Rick slid his pants off the rest of the way and leaned over her. He kissed her stomach, slowly making his way down. He pulled her off her panties with both his teeth and his fingers, exposing a tuft of dark curly hair. He stared in amazement at her pussy, the way her inner lips curled delicately outwards and he became fully erect again. Very tenderly he ran his fingers down the length of her, exploring the soft, damp tendrils of hair with his fingers. He spread her lips open wide, exposing their wet, pink undersides, and her bulging clit. A small trickle of cum seeped out. Rick lay between her legs, inhaling her intoxicatingly sweet scent. He parted her again with his fingers and kissed her, gently taking her clit into his mouth. Mrs. Moretti inhaled sharply. “Oh yes, Ricky!” He licked her tentatively and inserted his finger into her hot pussy. “Just like that, honey,” she murmured. Rick continued to suck and lick every inch of her pussy while Mrs. Moretti moaned. He penetrated her with his tongue, her hips rising in response then moved it in circles over her erect clit. She started to wail louder. “Just like that!” Ricky felt her hands grab him by the hair. Her hips gyrated. He moved his tongue faster, back and forth over her clit, shoving his fingers deep into her. “Ricky!” Mrs. Moretti grabbed him by the shoulders and abruptly pushed him away. “Fuck me, Ricky! Now!” Rick scrambled to position himself. She grabbed him by the cock and guided him in. Her pussy engulfed him, hot and dripping wet. In all his dreams, he never could have imagined it would feel so good. He thrust his cock in and out of her. “Harder, fuck me harder!” She begged him and grabbed his ass, pulling him into her. Rick slammed her over and over, his climax building. Mrs. Moretti put her feet up over his shoulders so Rick was able to penetrate her even more deeply. He watched her put her arms up over her head, bracing herself against the arm of the couch, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. She closed her eyes tightly and arched her back. “Oh God!” Rick felt her pussy tighten against his shaft. She screamed. He felt her intense burning pleasure and watched her face as she climaxed. Rick wanted to savor this moment, make it last a bit longer, but he couldn’t control the sheer intensity of what he felt any longer. His hips rammed into her a few more times, each stroke bringing him closer to the brink until a flood of orgasmic waves coursed through his body and his own hot white juice shot out of him, mixing with hers. Mrs. Moretti looked up at him, tiny beads of sweat glistening between her breasts, her hair a little out of place and a smile on her lips. Rick couldn’t help but think how astonishingly beautiful she looked at this very moment. “Oh Ricky, that was wonderful.” She sat up to face him. “You’re such a sweet boy. I knew from the moment I saw you.” She kissed his forehead, then quickly grabbed her clothes and started to get dressed. Rick suddenly remembered his friend; he would be back any minute! He pulled his pants back on and Mrs. Moretti fixed her hair. Just as he slid his shirt over his head, he heard Mario come in through the door. “Rick! C’mon, man, I got the car for the night. Let’s go.” “Yeah, I’m coming.” “You boys stay out of trouble,” Mrs. Moretti called after them. “And Ricky, you are invited to come over anytime.” “Thank you Mrs. Moretti,” Rick said smiling, and left. CHOOSE YOUR NEXT FANTASY