Her Best Friend's Son

Her Best Friends' Son Pt. 03

The next day.

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Author's note:

Part 3 in the series. Best if you've read the earlier parts, but can be enjoyed as a stand-alone.

MP

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Bill rolled over and looked at the bedside clock. Again.

4

FOUR?

Four... Fucking... AM?

He rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling.When does the sun come up?He looked out the window.Not even a hint of light.

Mrs. Sanders... Allison...

Fuck, it's not a dream.

We did it.

I'm going to see her this morning. And we'll... again?

He was sure she'd be asleep at that early hour and imagined watching her. Naked. Watching her soft breasts rise and fall. Listening to her breath in the magical wonder of her bedroom, with its smells and soft things...

Like it does for a kid on the night before Christmas, the ticking clock tortured by refusing to speed up

~~~

Bill was wrong.

Allison Sanders was wrapped in a quilted robe with fleece slippers on her feet, drinking coffee and waiting for sunrise on her deck. The pre-dawn so cool she should have been shivering even so bundled, but she wasn't.

She was a hot mess.

A successful mid-forties lawyer, a litigator no less, waiting for her closest friends' eighteen year old son. She'd known Bill since he was a boy. Now she'd hired him to work around her place for most of the summer. He'd learned the needed carpentry and handyman skills from his father and the summer before he'd worked for a landscaping company. Her home and yard had been neglected in the five years since the divorce because she poured everything into work at the firm, and like where she lived, the sensual aspects of her life had also been neglected.

After she hired him, Allison's friends Caroline and Tim confided they felt their son lacked the sexual confidence a young man like him should have. They revealed that Tim had been the same way when he was Bill's age, until a neighbor took it upon herself to give him that confidence by being with him as a woman. Allison realized what they were suggesting before they came right out and said it, and told them it wasn't going to happen.

But as Bill worked for her, Allison truly realized he wasn't the boy she watched growing up with a crush on her. The awkward teen who stole glances grew into an unassuming young man with athletic strength who seemed oblivious to his own beauty. There was surprising depth in his eyes.

That's where it started yesterday... his eyes.

She'd come home from work early and was getting undressed in her closet, squeezing her breasts after freeing them from her bra. He was working in the yard and through her open sliders saw her reflected in the bedroom mirror. The eyes that met hers in that mirror were a man's eyes. They penetrated her... as surely as he impaled her on a man's cock soon after.

Fuck...it was perfect. He brought that part of me back to life.

Is this a May-October romance,or May-November?Inhaling the rich aroma of her coffee and picturing his athletic body andthat beautiful cock, she didn't care.It feels like May-July.

Then her new confidence cracked.What if, what happened yesterday, only happened because it was the first time he saw me naked? The novelty. What if I'm just an easy fuck... a divorcee who needed attention?

Even the thought devastated her.

No...

I hope no.

I'll know when he sees me.

The way I filled his eyes yesterday, the way he touched me and the abandon when we fucked was real. My tenderness now is exquisite.

~~~

Bill's mom came into the kitchen to start the coffee just as he was leaving. "You're awful early. Did you eat?"

"Gonna meet a couple guys for breakfast before going to Mrs. Sanders."

"Who you meeting?"

"Gotta run Mom. See ya later."

~~~

Bill let himself into Allison's yard by the side gate, as always. The place was quiet but he smelled coffee.

Still, he thought again he was too early. The first direct rays of the sun were barely reaching into the yard. Then he saw her, standing just outside her bedroom.

Fuck...

The sliding doors were open. Allison's night gown was closed but the early rays illuminated the woman inside the gossamer fabric as if she were naked.

Fuck...

"I've been waiting." Spoken in a whisper husky with arousal, so soft that Bill barely heard her. He moved closer, into air perfumed with a woman's pheromones.

Allison felt her nipples tenting the sheer fabric as he approached and saw his roaming gaze catch on them.He's so new to anything like this. It feels new to me too.

When he stopped an arm's length away, their eyes searched to confirm the reality of what happened the day before. Allison worried he wouldn't find her as attractive as he had the first time he saw her naked, but looking at his face she knew without glancing down that his young cock was already fighting confinement.

Their eyes held as she opened the gown's closure, then shrugged it from her shoulders with just enough shake to jiggle her tits. He followed as the silky garment slid down her curves and pooled around her bare feet, then lifted his gaze to look at her so intently that Allison felt physically handled. The early light kissed the blush of her neck, upper chest and full breasts and his awe heated her. Lower, the flower of her sexuality glistened with dew as it opened to their dawn.

Bill's nostrils widened for her scent.

Allison's nipples stood magnificently proud.

He struggled to speak. "Fuck... Mrs...." then caught himself. "Allison, I was afraid I was too early." He was strangely lost in the presence of her naked beauty, and despite everything they'd done the day before he didn't know how to start.

Allison crossed her arms behind her back in a posture that pushed her breasts towards him and offered her body to his desires. She presented herself to this boy she'd known his whole life who'd become a beautiful man she'd met the day before. A naked woman in her forties, emotionally defenseless.

Her vulnerability hardened his cock, yet deepened his youthful paralysis. He ached to touch her but his arms remained at his sides.

She trembled.

"My nipples..." she whispered, "...touch my nipples."

She moaned when his fingers reached her engorged nubs. When he rolled them to explore the sponginess of their give, the color in her eyes deepened. She felt strength in his gentle touch that she ached to experience with her softness.

"Tug them." Her hoarse whisper revealing how raw her need. When Bill tugged, Allison arched her back to present her breasts for more and he knew to tug harder. He pulled until he was lifting the weight of her tits, then gently shook them to send ripples through her soft flesh.

"Oh God... Bill..." She whimpered and her eyes shone. "Pinch."

He bore down, then released the pressure.

"No... keep going... please... keep going." She urged. "Make me feel your strength."

Bill watched her face as he rolled and twisted her increasingly sensitive tips, then pinched with youthful ardor. Allison flushed with the sensation, then gasped when he released them and they filled with blood again.

Her eyes craved more so he did it again, and yet again, until her whole being pulsed with the sensuality and arousal of her suckable tips.

When he stopped and began massaging her breasts, Allison slid her slim arms past his muscular ones, and reached for his belt. She opened it and the clasp of his cargo shorts, and they fell to his work boots. When Bill stepped forward to free his feet the momentum moved them into her bedroom.

She began to kneel but Bill stopped her, "Wait." He bent over to circle and sooth her areolae and tender tips with his tongue. Allison held his head against her when he gently suckled. Then he cradled her breasts in his hands and said, "Your tits are perfect." He squeezed tenderly. "Everything about them. I love watching them move, weighing them." He lifted each to his mouth for a kiss as he looked in her eyes. "So many years I dreamed of glimpsing them, seeing you naked, and now..." He squeezed.

Allison heated.I feel perfect in his hands.

Even in the warmth of being held like that she had to ask, "Did your dreams include pinching?" She'd felt how pinching her nipples had aroused him. "Being a little rough with me?"

He didn't answer.

She ran fingers along the veiny length trapped in his briefs. "That made you harder... didn't it?"

His answer was soft and reluctant, like he was ashamed. "Yes."

She met his eyes. "I'm excited that touching me like that turned you on."

Then she extended her hands to him and he took some of her weight as she knelt before him. On her knees, the goddess of Bill's fantasies removed his boots and socks like a supplicant, as if all she wanted was to serve. He pulled his T-shirt off, revealing athletic pecs and firm abs. Then only his briefs remained. She smiled up at him and spoke softly, "Let's see." She reached for the waistband then paused to confess, "I've been thinking about your cock since you left." Like a woman savoring a precious gift, the unveiling wasn't rushed. She pulled the top out, then lower. Slowly.

Bill watched a mature woman's lust color her features as she revealed every veiny inch of his manhood, then the delight of a school girl when he sprang free.

"Oh." The girl. Then the woman, "Fuck..." Looking up at him, "Do you have any idea how beautiful your cock is?"

He began, "You're the only..." then didn't finish his statement.

She wrapped her feminine hand around the base.My fingers don't touch. She didn't need to hold him up because his manhood stood with a proud upward curve all on its own.He fucked me with this cock. A drop of pre-cum seeped from the slit in his bulbous head and she caught it on the tip of her tongue. She said, "I love the salty-sweetness of pre-cum. Have you tasted yours?"

Bill nodded when she looked up at him.

Allison continued, "And I love that it's a harbinger of the gooey treat that will follow."

He knew from the day before that she loved cum, and shamelessly adored cum-play.

"And you gave me so much yesterday... What did you call it, hyperspermia?"

"Uhuh."

She licked the flare of his glans and got a mischievous look. "When I've fucked you so hard you're raw, too raw for a blow job..." She felt his cock react to her crude words. "I'll make you cum for me just by licking you right here with the tip of my tongue." She touched her tongue to his frenulum, the sensitive area where his slit met the cleft in his glans. "Like this." She licked the small area below his cleft.

She licked slowly, methodically, with the confidence of knowing she would inevitably take him to a different kind of orgasm than he was used to. "When I get you off like this your 'O' will build quietly. Without thrusting, without slurping or sucking... but when it hits it will blow your heads off."

She watched him realize she really did mean both of his heads, then said, "I'll show you soon... but not right now." Her face took on a lovely look. "This morning I want to work for it."

Allison swirled her tongue around his flared glans, then licked the veins snaking down his shaft. When he was shiny with her spit she licked where his girth ended and his scrotum began. Then she nuzzled her face into his soft ball sack like an affectionate cat. Her eyes closed with pleasure as she caressed him with her forehead and cheeks and nose.

She knew he was watching, transfixed, harder than he'd ever been.I'm going to show him how a woman worships cock.

"Jesus..." Bill muttered.I feel like I'm dreaming but I've never had a dream this hot. His parents' beautiful friend was kneeling, bare naked, licking and caressinghiscock and balls. It was really happening.

Fuck... she's purring.

Allison's nuzzles lifted and rolled the orbs in their soft scrotal sack, then she began kissing them. Her voice was dreamy. "I love playing with your balls. Weighing them with my tongue." She looked up at him as she did so.He's spellbound.

"Knowing I'm weighing the cum you're going to pump into my holes or paint me with." She shivered as if feeling his hot spunk splash against her face and tits.

"They're full, aren't they?"

He said the only thing he could manage. "Fuck..."

She spoke in that same dreamy whisper, "I can feel it." Then her voice filled with need. "I want it." Allison licked his scrotum like she was asking for it, then softly suckled his testicles one at a time before releasing them to hang glistening with drool. She ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft to the head, then looked up. She loved the way dirty talk affected him. "Will you nut in me Bill?"

"Uh..." He was beyond speech.

"Will you nut in your parents' friend?" Allison repeated softly before taking him into her mouth.

He watched her lips slide over his smooth head and stretch wide to take him inside. With her mouth full, Allison's eyes sparkled and her tongue sought room to lick his slit for more pre-cum.

He rewarded her efforts.His cock is drooling for me.

"Your head feels like a plum. Smooth and ripe, but hot... So hot." She suckled and moaned softly, then stroked him and said, "When you're in my mouth I remember how you stretched my cunt and get so wet I drip."

Allison stopped talking then, to worship his tumescence.

She started by taking as much into her mouth as she could, gagging and thinking she would visit the forums for advice on deep throating so thick a cock. Then she fell into rhythmic bobbing with a lot of spit and tongue along the bottom of his shaft and frenulum. As she grew absorbed with licking and sucking, she also handled him. One hand stroked, making his velvety covering slide over the bone within and the other cradled his balls, caressing them for his virile spunk. She knew he was watching and looked up to see his enchantment. When their eyes met she stopped bobbing long enough to pull from his cock and look at it like a treasured gift... because it was. Then she started sucking again like she couldn't stop herself... because she couldn't.

Not yet.

Allison felt the weight of the orbs cradled in her hand.

Not yet.

She sucked and moaned contentedly. Bill teetered, a sturdy oak losing the grip of its roots. Watching her he could see it.It's more than something she's doing for me. Mrs. Sanders loves sucking my cock. He muttered, "God... Allison... "He remembered how she encouraged talking the day before and added, "You look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth. Sucking me."

Her response was taking him deeper with more tongue.

Allison knew he was getting closer when his ball sack lost some of its swing.Starting to pull up... getting ready. She impulsively took his hands and moved them to the side of her face, saying, "Hold me. Feel this with your hands too."

Bill cradled her face with fingers spread above and below her jawline, touching her cheeks and neck. He felt what she was doing with his hands, the suckling and licking and bobbing, even as he felt it on his cock and the additional sensation fueled his excitement.Fuck... This is Mrs. Sanders and this is real. Allison felt Bill swell as she brought him closer, stretching her lips and increasing her hunger for what was coming. He felt the hand cradling his nuts roll them as if begging for their load.So girlish a hand. Her slurping grew more animated. His fingers felt the frenzy of her tongue. When his sack tightened, Allison knew he was about to cum and sucked for it. Bill felt the increased suction on his cock and felt the denting of Allison's cheeks in his hands. She sucked like his fertility would complete her as a woman.

Her body begged for his nut.

But Bill knew it would be too much. Pain tightened his groin when he struggled to hold it back, then sharpened when he started to pull from her mouth. He warned, "Allison... it's going to be too much..."

Allison kept him in her mouth by holding his big hands against her face. She needed him to feel the intensity of it and looked up at him. Eyes bright with a woman's need begged him for everything he was and all he had.

Bill came.

UHHH

Beyond resistance, his primal youth poured everything into the ejaculation. Allison's cheeks bulged in his hands, he felt her desperately swallow as he clenched for the next pulse.

UHH

Bill did more than feel the bulge of her cheeks in his hands. He'd started holding her on his cock. Keeping her there. Making her take it.

He wasn't done.

UHH

More.

UH

UH

More than she could take into her belly despite her want. More than she could hold in her mouth. Bill pulled from her lips when Allison choked but she kept her mouth open and tongue out as his ejaculation continued in weaker pulses that landed on her face and chest and tits and tongue.

Uh

Uh

Uh

Then it was over. Spent. Allison put her lips around his glans to suck the last creamy drop from his balls.

He looked down at the goddess on her knees suckling him with dented cheeks. "Allison." Awed.

He thought she looked more beautiful than ever, messy with streaks and splatters of cum and peacefully satisfied. Allison opened the eye that wasn't covered in cum and looked up at him, then closed it and affectionately rubbed his cock against her face with the same smile she wore when she'd nuzzled his ball sack. She spread his spunk around her features and pushed the cum from her eye with his glans. When she pulled him lower to rub cock against her jizzy neck and chest Bill bent his knees for her, then took his manhood in hand and soothed cream into her nipples with his velvety plum.

She mewed.

When he stood, Bill effortlessly pulled Allison up into his arms. She knew he was going to move them to the bed and lay her down, but stopped him with a whisper. "Not yet." She needed him to hold her and he did, wrapping his arms around her as she rested her hands on his pecs. Allison tucked her forehead below his chin.

She wanted for nothing.I want to stay like this.

He cupped the back of her head when she kissed his chest and felt the stickiness on her face against his skin.I would never ask another lover to kiss me when I'm so messy with his cum... but I so want to ask Bill.

She didn't ask, because he lifted her head and kissed her before she could. A mouths open, tongues sliding together in cum, kiss.

Yes...

When it ended Bill said, "My turn, for a taste of you." He moved them towards the bed.

"I can't."

He leaned back to look at her.

"I have a contested hearing in my lead case this morning. If I let you do what you did to me yesterday, I'll be worthless."

He couldn't hide his disappointment. "I want to make you feel what I did."

"Yes..." in a dreamy voice, "but later. Do you know how to scramble eggs while I get ready for work?" Allison wasn't hungry, but knew she couldn't get ready unless he was distracted by something.

"Sure."

"Then scramble us some eggs?"

"No problem." He pulled on his briefs and cargo shorts, but carried his T as he walked from the bedroom.

Allison admired the width of his shoulders, muscles of his back and trim waist as she watched him go.Not just young... a hunk. Thank god he's at least got those tight buns covered. She got down to preparing for her work day.

Bill knew it would take Allison a while to go from cum-covered to dressed for court, so he mixed the eggs in a bowl with a fork as his dad taught him, and waited to cook them. When she called out that she would only be a minute more, he poured the eggs into a pan and dropped four pieces of bread into the toaster.