Her Best Friend's Son

Her Best Friends' Son Pt. 02

From Allison's bed to the shower...

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Author's note:

Thank you for the wonderful reception toHer Best Friends' Son. It's my most read, most rated and most favorited story. That prompted me to continue it as a series.

When I resumed writing, however, what emerged first was a proper conclusion to the first part. That is this Pt. 02. I've waited until Pt. 03 was written before submitting this part.

Best if you've read Pt. 01, but I've written this to be enjoyable as a stand-alone.

MP

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Allison didn't know if she'd fallen asleep or only closed her eyes, but when she opened them she saw Bill's face.So young.He was alongside, up on an elbow looking at her - a well-fucked woman stretched out on her bed naked.

He said, "I love looking at you." Obviously enamored. "I wanted to touch you... everywhere... but you looked so peaceful I couldn't disturb you."

"Touch me." She whispered.I want to be disturbed.

He touched the side of her face so softly that she had to stifle a gasp. Then his hand slid down her neck, across her chest, and tenderly encircled a breast. When he squeezed with youthful ardor, the stifled gasp escaped. Allison pushed mature tit into his passionate grip and Bill squeezed tighter, making her nipple protrude even before his tongue reached it. It was as if that part of her meant for suckling and giving milk yearned for Bill's hungry mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nub, flicked it, and then suckled with dented cheeks. She felt his pull deep inside.Damn....I can't get enough of him...of this.

He explored her like he'd never touched a woman before, even though he'd already covered her in his prodigious load, licked her to a shattering orgasm and fucked her with rutting savagery. A fertile young male, awed by a woman in full. Allison felt his hands everywhere at once, squeezing soft tit, stroking tummy, skiing the slope of her hip and measuring the globe of her bum. He touched her face as he fingered her slippery folds, probing the gooey mess inside and gathering some of their spunk on two fingers.

Allison watched him smear it on her nipple, then meet her eyes before reverently licking her clean.

His act enchanted her.God... Such intimacy from so young a man...

She didn't move as he gathered more jizz from her fucked slit and watched him bring the covered fingers to her mouth. He dressed her lips with their cum. Then he kissed her. Allison swooned.Only one man ever did that before.She wondered, how does someone who was a virgin when we started this, guess that cum-play turns me on?

He searched her eyes and asked, "Is that weird... that I want us to share the taste of our cum?"

Allison silently shook her head, then slipped two of her own fingers into her pussy before lifting them, glistening, between their faces. Their lips met and kissed around her fingers. When they parted she said, "It really turns me on."

Her head tilted as she curiously looked at Bill, then asked, "is that something you saw watching porn online?"

"I don't think so?" He answered. "It's just that when you jerked me off all over you, and you weren't disgusted... everything changed for me. I've always hated coming so much. It made me feel like a freak." He looked into her eyes. "Then I cum all over the most beautiful woman I've ever seen... and you seemed to... to..."

"...love it." She finished for him. "I loved being painted with your man-cream." She smiled dreamily, "Good for my aging skin."

"Incredible skin." He said as his fingers drifted down the length of her arm.

"And I loved your volume," Allison added, "So much... just for me." She rested her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. Bill stroked her hair with one hand while the other rode her curves.

As they lay there the sounds outside gradually changed as early afternoon gave way to late afternoon. When they heard a school bus disgorging excited kids in the distance, Allison knew it would soon be time for Bill to leave and go home to his parents, her closest friends Caroline and Tim. She stirred reluctantly, then sat up on the side of the bed looking back at him.Fuck...She rested a hand on his chest before leaning down to kiss him.

When Bill reached to pull her back onto the bed she moved away and stood up.

He watched her intently. "God... You're beautiful. I can't believe I'm lying on your bed... looking at you... standing right there. Naked." His gaze wandered everywhere on her. "After years of stealing glances, wondering what you look like under your clothes."

"Years?" She questioned.

"Puberty. Maybe before... when I didn't understand why I was so interested."

As Allison stood before him, Bill's young cock filled with desire, yet again. It grew thicker, moved as it lengthened. She watched the veins filling it became more pronounced.It's beautiful...she thought...and it's like that because he's looking at me. His cock and the adoration on his face affected her physically. More than the heat between her legs or ache of her nipples, the strength of his desire for her revitalized the sexuality flowing in her veins. It livened her skin and brought youth into her eyes. She felt a tingle in her toes.I'm glowing... like a young maiden without lines and wrinkles and the baggage of disappointment.

He held his re-hardened cock in his hand and said, "Now that I know why I was so interested in seeing you all those years ago I can't take my eyes off of you."

Allison displayed herself, warmed in his gaze.I love the way I feel when he looks at me like that.Then she reluctantly said, "You can't go home smelling like sex." She extended a hand. "Time to shower."

Bill debated pulling her back onto him, then joined her when he thought about showering together.

Allison started the walk-in shower, then led Bill into the water. After they took turns washing and rinsing each other's face, she stepped back and cupped her breasts in her hands. She squeezed them as if pointing her nipples at Bill, then dropped them and shimmied her shoulders side-to-side making them sway. "Do you like my mature tits?"

His eyes danced with her salacious movement and he was thrilled she called them tits without understanding why. "I love your tits."

"They're not too soft?" Allison squeezed with her fingers splayed so the soft flesh bulged between them, then grabbed herself by the nipples and shook them. "Not firm like girls your age."

"Fuck..."

"Did you like jerking your nasty cum all over them?" She dropped them and stepped into the shower stream so water ran down and dripped from engorged nipples. "So you could watch your creamy spunk drip from my middle-aged breasts?" She shook so they danced in water.

He moved to her and squeezed them before suckling each in the falling water. She surrendered to the impulsivity of his youth by arching her back and pushing soft tit into his mouth. He suckled like a starved man finding nourishment. Momentarily sated, he leaned back and looked at Allison with water streaming down her beautiful face and over her tits. "Allison... They're perfect.. You're perfect."

"I loved rubbing your cum onto them..." She pushed her chest out and looked at him salaciously, "but now you should wash them off."

"I will" Bill answered as he soaped his hands, then her. "I'll need an hour." He circled and cupped them, washed and weighed and her tits played soapy get-away whenever he squeezed. When he tugged on her nipples it gave her a sexy thrill when his fingers popped off the slippery tips. Her sensitivity increased every time he did it... and he did it over and over. She quivered. He captured, pinched, she flinched when he snapped off... then he did it again. A keening sound rose from deep inside her.

Again.

Her keen became a moan.

The intensity of her reaction made Bill so hard he ached like he knew her nipples must, and that made him continue. He took her in his fingers again, squeezed, pulled...

Allison was gasping.Fuck.... I'm gonna break. She shrieked,"Oh Fuck" and pushed into him to end the nipple play. She wrapped Bill in her arms and with their soapy bodies sliding together said, "I'll wash you with my body."

"Uh."

Allison rubbed her sudsy softness against Bill's chest, then moved to his side to slide up and down. She pushed her slippery globes together with his arm between them like a cock she was titty fucking, sliding from his shoulder to his hand like an amorous cat. Then she bosom-bathed his muscular back and washed his ass with her mound and tummy after adding more soap. She reached around and soaped his chest, then his abs,so firm....She teased his pubes before wrapping her hand around the base of his erection. Her fingers didn't touch.He fucked me with this beautiful cock...

Allison stroked him in her soapy hand.Hot bone with a velvety cover. She felt her fingers slide over veins snaking down his length. "Bill?"

"Ahh..."

"Do you think of me at night when you're in bed?"

"Every night. For years."

"Do you picture me naked?" Still stroking.

"Uh huh." Taking labored breaths.

"Maybe on my knees... sucking your cock?"

His reply was a primal grunt.

"Do you masturbate when you picture me? And think about doing dirty things to me?" While she stroked him with one hand, the other now cradled his balls in their soft pouch.

"I can't help it." He apologized.

Allison pressed, "Doing all the filthy things you watch on the internet?"

He didn't answer.

She slowed, then stopped stroking because she wanted to be face to face when she asked her next question. She nudged him to turn around, then asked, "Do you know how that makes me feel Bill? Knowing you want to treat me like your whore?"

He nodded, then shook his head no... suddenly unsure. He was going to protest.I never imagined you as my whore.

Before he could speak, Allison reached for his hand with both of hers. She brought it between her legs, guiding his fingers into her folds before pressing them home.

Bill groaned as his fingers slid into molten velvet.

"This is how I get, when I know you want to do all the dirty things you see in pornos... to me." She squeezed him in heaven. "When I know you want to use me, want to treat me like your fuck toy."

He shook his head and started to protest but she stopped him by grabbing his wrist in her hands and pushing him deeper. "You'll learn... girls complain they don't want to be treated like sex objects. But sometimes women my age... single women... don't complain so much."

She squirmed on his fingers.Make me your fuck-toy.

"Curl your fingers Bill. Feel for a mushy difference...on my front." He did, curiously feeling, knowing she was guiding him to her G-spot. When he tentatively stroked an area on Allison's front wall that felt different she hissed, "Yes."

"Every woman you get serious with. Your whole life. Ask her to guide you to her magic spot. She will." She paused, then added, "If she's inexperienced she'll be grateful that you're exploring together. If she's had a lot of partners they've included her share of clueless men and will be even more grateful... and more interested in learning what lights your fire."

His fingers gently stroked their find. "Soft," he asked, "like this?"

"Some times." She answered, "Especially when you've made me sore."

"I'm sorry."

"It's a delicious ache I haven't felt for a long time."And never quite like this. Her squirming increased. "I needed it... more than I knew." She reached down and positioned his thumb over her clit. "Flick my clit with your thumb while you finger me, but gently. You've got my little bean all worked up."

Her dirty talk guided, but excited him even more and he had to say so. "I love that you talk to me while we're... doing this. There's been almost nothing said when I've fumbled around with girls. The silence makes everything more difficult."

"And a lot less fun. What are you doing to me right now?"

"Touching you."

"You're finger fucking me..." Her breathing had grown ragged and she kept her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. "...remarkably well." She looked down at the action. "Making me your hand-fucking slut."

A primal sound rose in his chest.

"Tell me Bill."

"I'm finger fucking you Allison..." He looked down. "...and it's fucking hot."

More than squirming on his hand, she'd begun riding him. His forearm flexed with more of her weight. She struggled to speak. "Why?"

Hearing her question, feeling the effect he was having on this woman, he knew why and knew he had to say it. He sounded different. "I'm taking you Allison." Fingers stroked and his thumb gently flicked. "I'm going to make you cum... on my hand."

Bill's thumb on her excited bean was light, yet unrelenting. The fingers inside her silently demanded surrender. He wasn't going to stop until she went over the top and Allison knew it.

She writhed on his fingers like a serpent on a spear.

Her breathing came in rapid gasps.

Allison gripped Bill's shoulders. He watched her face and steadied her by moving his free hand to the back of her head. The woman he was taking there. Her undulations grew jerky, as if she was fighting the release that welled from where desire overpowers civilization.

A woman on the edge... on his hand... ascending in the falling water.

Nearing the apex, Allison shut her eyes and squeezed his fingers. He growled, "Fuck my hand Mrs. Sanders. Show me how you cum." Then he pulled her face to his with his free hand and claimed her mouth. Their tongues twisted. She clenched his fingers, resisting without knowing why... until he forced her beyond... until she shrieked into his mouth and pulsed silken girl-cum onto his fingers.

Bill swallowed her sounds of rapture in his demanding kiss. He felt her creamy warmth bathe his fingers.

Allison trembled as her orgasm faded. Bill held her tight. She rested her face against his chest with her weight still on his hand. Shower water cascaded down their bodies.

His fingers gentled.

Allison was undone... a mature woman with jelly-legs... in the sturdiness of a young man's embrace.

Bill reached past her and turned off the shower. Water dripped from them, Allison found her legs enough to take some of her own weight and gave his fingers a parting squeeze as he withdrew them.

He helped Allison from the walk-in shower, wrapped a towel around her, then began to dry her with it as she rested her hands on his shoulders. With her eyes softly closed she savored his gentleness with the towel. With no hope of understanding why... she wanted to cry.This isn't what I expected.

When he finished drying her, Allison opened her eyes and watched him dry himself.Such pure... virile... beauty.

Then he kissed her and looked at her with enchantment. "Watching you get off was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He peered into her depths. "The sexiest. I thought dreams were supposed to exceed reality... but being with you is beyond anything I ever dreamed."

Her voice quavered, "This isn't what I expected." She sounded lost, hoping to understand what was happening and searched his face. "I was going to showyouthings... but you're showing me?"

"It's you." He said.

Her expression revealed confusion.

"You showed me you Allison." He took a step back to look at her, every inch, from head to toe. "After years of sneaking glances at you... wondering... you took your clothes off and showed me everything."

He paused, then continued, "Now I'm showing you how you excite me."

They shared a thought as they looked at each other.And it's more than I ever dreamed.

Bill and Allison closed the space between them for a naked embrace, her soft breasts with pebbled nipples against his firm chest. His hard cock, hot against her tummy.

She pushed her arm between them and wrapped her hand around that cock.I'm going to show him how a woman worships a man.

A phone began ringing.

Allison's home phone. Her cell was silenced, Bill's was in his car. The machine answered and they heard the voice of Allison's best friend... Bill's mom.

"Hey Al, tried your office and cell with no luck, so maybe you're home?

"Are you there?" Waiting for a pick up....

"Well, If you hear this and if Bill's still there working, could you have him call me? There are things I'd like him to grab at the market on his way home? Talk soon, bye now." She hung up.

Bill and Allison looked at each other like kids who were doing something wicked when parents in the next room almost caught them. Then smiles formed near their eyes and spread across their faces as they stifled a laugh.

She said, "Itisgetting towards evening..." then looked down at her hand and squeezed him. "...and we've got all summer." She released him and stepped back with a mischievous smile. "Unless you've already gotten everything you want."

When she let go of it, Bill's cock stood out like it was reaching for her.

Allison smiled at it and said, "I guess he wants more." She lifted her gaze until their eyes met. "And I'm kind of a hot mess thinking about what's ahead"

Bill's manhood throbbed with his heartbeat. He muttered, "All summer won't be enough."

She smiled at him over her shoulder as she walked into her bedroom, saying, "Maybe tomorrow I'll leave for the office later than normal." He followed her.

"But now it's time for you to get dressed while I call your mom back." Allison slid onto the bed as Bill bent to gather his clothes from the bedroom floor. When he straightened up he saw she'd grabbed the bedside phone and hit redial.

Allison enjoyed his obvious discomfort when she spoke into the receiver. "Hey Care, how are you?" He stepped into his briefs and pulled them up as she said, "He's still here... putting his tool away. I'll tell him to call on his way home." She listened to his mother's reply then spoke again. "Sure." Then after a pause she called out his name as if hailing him outside. "Bill?"

She continued as if calling to him, "Can you come in here and talk to your mom on the phone?"

He reached for the phone but she kept it until a suitable interval had passed. After finally handing it over she laid back and smiled at him as she opened her legs.

"What's up mom?" His eyes were glued to Allison's fingers disappearing into her slit, re-emerging with a glistening coating then disappearing again. After listening to his mom he answered, "Sure, no problem. I'm almost ready to go. D'you want to talk to Mrs. Sanders again?" After listening to her reply he said, "See you soon then" and clicked the phone off.

She rose and knee-walked to the side of the bed with fingers still playing inside her, then lifted her hand between them saying, "For your dirty dreams tonight."

Bill took her wrist and pulled her hand to his mouth. As he suckled her slippery fingers their eyes met and shared a hunger. He finally let her slip from his mouth when Allison fell back to the mattress with her arms stretched above her head. She felt supple and new.

He gazed at her nakedness and muttered, "Fuck..."

She drank of his adoration, then pulled the sheet over her body so he could finish dressing.

His cargo shorts were baggy but the bulge of his turgid cock was still embarrassingly obvious when he pulled them up. Allison smiled, "You're going into the store like that?"

He looked down and returned her smile. "I think I'm permanently excited now."

"Do you remember the items your mom asked you to pick up?"