My Best Friends Mom

In part 1 of this story we meet Steve and Mike, best friends and recently turned 18 year old seniors who are close to graduation. Steve and his divorced mother Sara live near Mike and his demanding and cold parents. Over the past year, Mike has blossomed into a strong handsome young man and Sara and Mike discover an unusual attraction between them. As the tension builds, one night while crashing at Steve's place, Mike discovers Sara giving in to her desires and soon they cross a line and end up having an exceptional encounter. This chapter picks up the morning after their coupling as the reality of what they have done begins to settle in.

Sunlight filters through her bedroom windows, casting a warm glow over her face as Sara sleepily opens her pretty green eyes. As the memory of the nights activities rushes back into her mind she dramatically sits up, her heart racing. 'Sara my girl...what the fuck have you done!' She mutters to herself as images of her sons best friend and that thick cock flood through her mind. Her soft lips form a tight line and she shakes her head, cursing herself for being a lusty fool.

"Shit shit shit!" She curses into the empty room as she tries to gather her thoughts. Hoping out of bed she stretches out her back, a smile on her lips as she feels a general peaceful feeling after having such an amazing orgasm the night before.

As much as she's worried about the impending drama with Mike, she has to admit that their evening together was amazing. She slept better than ever last night and feels lighter on her feet like an invisible weight has been removed from her shoulders.

"Alright girl, let's figure this out." Sara mutters to herself as she strides over to her bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. Her plump round ass jiggles in her thong, her breasts bouncing gently in her tight pink shirt. While she gets ready, her mind races about what to do.

After brushing her teeth, she looks at her reflection in the mirror, noting the life in her eyes that wasn't there the day before. Option one, it never happens again and she pretends nothing happened while swearing Mike to secrecy. Option two, find a moment with Mike to talk things out and figure out how to keep things simple with an occasional meet up but no emotional attachment. Option three, confess to Mike how great she feels around him and try to date him.

Her laugh echoes in her bathroom as she quickly discards option three as too complicated. Besides, she thinks to herself, why would a young stud like him be interested in dating an older lady like her. Stepping into her closet she pulls on a loose pair of blue joggers with white flowers on them. Heading to the kitchen she gets coffee going and tries to calm her nerves as she works out how to handle this....this mess.

Meanwhile, Mike and Steve are sleeping soundly, like only eighteen year old boys can. It's Saturday morning, and they don't have any early morning responsibilities to take care of. Steve is free all day until a gaming event in the evening and Mike only has his soccer match at 4pm.

Trying to be quiet and let the boys sleep, and not eager for a confrontation, Sara gets busy with light cleaning and housework for a few hours. She debates with herself about what to do with this new turn of events while making some breakfast for the boys.

One the one hand, she feels more alive and loved than she has in a long time. On the other, it's Mike...her son's best friend. Not only is there an age difference, but can she really date her son's friend? 'God Sara, who does that?' She mutters softly to herself while flipping pancakes.

"Who does what?" Steve asks, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he quietly enters the kitchen. Sara jumps, almost knocking over the pan at the sound of his voice. She laughs nervously, "Oh, uh, who...puts....molasses on pancakes. Am I right?"

Steve gives his mom a weird look, "Molasses...what are you talking about Mom? Not going senile on my already are you?!" He teases her as he grabs a glass of water and walks over to give her a side hug. "Sleep well Mom?"

"Yeah honey! How about you boys?" She glances about, looking for Mike and feeling butterflies in her tummy at the thought of him. She balls a hand into a fist to try and get hold of herself and mentally orders herself to 'woman up'.

"Um...yeah I guess. Mike was still sleeping like a log when I got up a few minutes ago. We must have worn him out last night huh?" Steve chuckles.

Sara blushes and feels a brief flash of worry, wondering if Steve knows just how true those words are. Seeing his casual sleepy attitude she calms down. "Yeah, must have." She weakly chuckles with him.

Meanwhile, Mike is just stirring from his restful sleep, grinning like a fool in that moment between waking and sleeping. He drifts in a blissful ignorance of the world, basking in a moment of relaxed peacefulness.

"Ohhh...yeah." He grunts out, as he stretches out his legs and arms a moment. His blue eyes shoot open as he recalls moments from the night before. Sara beckoning him into her room with that sexy lusty look. The feel of her hands and mouth over his dick. The taste of her wet pussy on his lips, then the amazing feeling of being inside of her.

He bolts up in a panicked moment and looks around for Steve. His mind races about everything from the night before. He both wants it to be just a dream and prays that it really did happen. "Fuck what have I done." Mike softly curses under his breath as he runs his hands through his messy hair.

Sara has always been like a second Mom for him, only recently has he been plagued by these dirty thoughts about her. He never thought anything would happen...but fuck did things happen. In spite of his panic, he smiles, recalling making love to her.

While he has been with girls before...nothing prepared him for a woman like Sara. Her confidence, sensuality, experience, and guidance. Everything about her was amazing and wonderful. He felt like an all star lover under her teaching and guidance. Mike smirks as he feels his body already responding with gusto to the memory of the night before.

Heading to the bathroom to wash up and try and calm down his hard on, Mike runs through what to do and say to her this morning. He's got to say something...but then there's Steve to consider. Shaking his head he stares into his blue eyes in the mirror.

While others saw just some eighteen year old kid...Sara saw a man...or at least the beginnings of one. Nobody has ever made Mike feel more alive and real than she did last night. In the ignorance of youth he quickly decides that he needs to see her again.

He loves the way she makes him feel so seen and needed. How she treats him with love and kindness....now coupled with desire and a sense of being a man. A nagging thought creeps into the back of his mind that a woman like her would never be interested in an 18 year old boy like him. He quickly squashes that thought before it can take root.

Gazing into the mirror again, he puts on a determined face and nods at his reflection. "You can do this Mike...she had a great time and wants to see you again. How could she not?" He softly whispers to himself trying to convince his reflection into a more confident state.

With a cocky grin, he heads back to Steve's room and pulls on his shorts and tshirt before following the sounds to the kitchen. With the confidence of youth he decides he's going to just ask her out and take it from there. Ignorant of all the potential pitfalls and complications awaiting such an endeavor.

Mike walks into the kitchen and sees Steve at the kitchen table with a pancake on his plate. Sara is standing at the stove, looking adorable and sexy without trying. He smirks as he recognizes that tight shirt from last night, feeling his dick twitch at the memory.

While her joggers hide the soft curve of her round butt, the black strap from her thong is peeking above her waistband and hints at what's beneath. He imagines how her plump round ass looks in that thong and feels his cock stir in his loose shorts.

Moving to sit down next to Steve, Mike wonders if that's the same pair of panties she had on the night before....wonders if his dried cum is on them.

"Morning Sar...Ms Tucker, Um, thanks for the pancakes." Mike blushes and grabs one from the stack. Steve gives him a weird look, but doesn't say anything as his mouth is full of pancakes.

"Morning Mike," She replies casually while feeling a flutter in her stomach. "Slept well I hope?" Flashes of Mike's thick cock in her mouth or sliding inside her wet hole fill her mind briefly before she can chase them away and try and focus.

"Oh...um....yeah. Slept better than I have in a while. Like all my tension is gone for some reason." When Sara turns to give him a stern look, Mike winks at her and grins. He's feeling cocky and sure of himself, having decided that he wants to ask her out.

She finishes cooking the last pancakes, then strides over and plops them down on the stack before taking a seat across from the two boys. She smiles as they devour her breakfast, feeling good at doing this simple motherly task for these two important people in her life.

Suddenly, she realizes that she's touching her neck and upper chest while staring at Mike, so she quickly grabs her coffee and sips. An anxious glance at Steve reveals that he's too busy stuffing his face to notice her unusual behavior.

"So...what do you boys have planned today?" Mike frowns briefly at being called a boy and lumped in with Steve, but cools his face as he thinks about how to get her alone and ask her out.

"Mmm...nothing much. Got a guild run later tonight...Mike has his game later though." Steve casually responds, focused more on his food than either of the two people next to him. Otherwise, he might have noticed all the awkward stares and glances passing between them.

Sara fidgets with her mug a moment, then looks over at Steve. "Son, mind grabbing me a new creamer from the pantry? This coffee needs a little splash of something extra today."

"Sure thing Mom." Steve says, popping another bite into his mouth before pushing his chair back and heading to the pantry, taking him briefly out of sight. Sara immediately looks at Mike and quickly gets up to whisper into his ear.

Seeing Sara distract Steve and get up to walk over to him, Mike gets excited and puts together a quick invite to ask her out. Before he can speak he feels her warm hand on his shoulder and her soft breath against his neck and ear.

His eyes soak in the sight of her lovely hanging breasts barely contained in the tight pink top. Knowing how great they feel in his mouth, it takes all his strength not to reach up and fondle and suckle them.

He can feel an excited energy flow through him with her so close. The faded scent of her perfume is familiar and enticing. Smiling at her, he parts his lips to tell her what an amazing night he had and to ask her if they can go out on a real date soon.

"Never a word to him, we can't do this again. As much as I...just forget this ever happened okay Mike....we can't let this happen again." Her voice sounds insistent and intense. Mike's ego deflates like a post party jumping castle and his shoulders slump. His own eager invitation dying on his lips.

Looking up into her pretty eyes briefly, he searches for the joke in her face, hoping against hope that she's only playing. Yet she only chews her lower lip and quickly walks back to her seat.

Mike is stunned, never did he expect that response. He opens his mouth to ask her why when Steve closes the pantry door and sets the creamer down next to his mom. "There you go Mom."

As oblivious as Steve can be, he can't help but notice how downcast Mike is. "Yo man, who died bro?" He asks, playfully hitting Mike in the shoulder.

Still reeling, Mike can only stammer out, "What...oh...uh...nothing man. Just remembered about some things at home and stuff. I've....I've got...gotta jet man. Thanks for letting me crash." His voice starts out soft and uncertain, but he finishes with a fake smile and stands up abruptly.

"At least finish your pancakes man...I know how much you love my Moms pancakes Bro!" Steve laughs, not believing that Mike is walking away from uneaten pancakes.

"Oh...uh....not feeling too hungry right now." Mike glances over at Sara, "Still satisfied from last night I guess...even if not everyone is."  He gathers himself and punches Steve in the shoulder. "Later man...don't die in your nerd game." He teases, although the smile never reaches his eyes.

Steve feels confused by his friend's unusual behavior but lets it slide as he's already mentally planning his raid run for later. "Good luck with the game Bro." He stares after Mike a moment then looks over at his mom. "Did Mike seem off to you this morning mom?"

Sara feels her stomach tighten into a knot as Mike appears to wilt into himself. She knows this is the right thing to do...stop things before it gets out of hand. His pretty blue eyes are full of hurt and questions, clearly he was not expecting that from her.

Thinking of that look in his eyes, she feels like a terrible person, like she just kicked a puppy.

"Uhhhh, earth to Mom?" Steve's voice pulls her out of her thoughts and she smiles at her son. "Yeah...a little I guess. Maybe he's just nervous about his game today?" She feels so guilty and bad, but doesn't feel like she had any other choice.

For the rest of the breakfast, her mind keeps replaying the sight of Mike's pretty happy blue eyes...and how she crushed the light sparkling there with just a few words. She keeps asking herself, if it's the right thing...why does she feel so terrible?

Mike doesn't even recall how he got home, quickly heading to his room and flopping onto his bed. His mind racing and a deep sadness blooming from his chest. What happened? What did I do wrong? He keeps repeating in his mind.

He's still laying on his bed lost in his thoughts when his mom finally checks on him later and asks him about his game. No mention of how he's doing, or if he ate already. Everything about how he will represent their family in the public eye.

Like a robot, he mechanically goes through his morning, trying to push his feelings down and bury his worries in his game day routine. Everything seems to make him think about Sara...and then the pain in his chest starts again.

By the time his match rolls around he's feeling numb, hurt, and angry, eager to takeout his emotions on the competition. Taking the pitch he quickly settles into the rhythm of warmups and drills as they get prepared for the match.

Back at the Tuckers, Sara is feeling like shit. She knows this is the right thing, the responsible thing to do. Yet if it's the right thing to do then why does she feel so bad?

She busies herself with housework and tries to ignore the pain she feels every time her thoughts stray to those sad blue eyes and slumped shoulders. Or how light and free she felt this morning and how loved and safe she felt last night.

She feels like shit and is grateful Steve is occupied with his computer or even he might notice how off she is today. She decides she needs to see Mike again and apologize for being so abrupt with him. She only wants to see him to apologize, for no other reason. The lie comes easy to her mind as she cleans.

Having decided to see Mike today, she feels a bit lighter already. Popping inot her sons room, she asks in a casual tone. "Steve, are you going to Mike's game today?"

"Um...not planning on it, why?" Steve mumbles back, not turning from his screen.

"Oh...he seemed a bit down today....thought you might want to support your best friend....I could go with you if you want me to?" Her voice is laden with forced casualness and an undertone of hope.

Steve is distracted with his game, only half hearing what his mom is saying. Wanting her to stop bothering him, he quickly agrees with whatever she's asking. A bad habit of his, but he just wants to focus on his game. "Yeah Mom, sure. Whatever."

Sara smiles, then goes to get ready. She showers and shaves herself everywhere, then puts on a set of pink panties and bra. A blue knee length skirt and white and blue striped shirt and pair of faded chucks finish off her outfit. As she gets dressed she tells herself this outfit is just for her, and definitely not to impress Mike in any way.

She calls out to Steve as she heads to the kitchen, "Let me know when you are ready honey."

Steve responds in confusion, "Ready? Ready for what?"

"Remember sweetie, you said you wanted to go be a good friend to Mike at his game today?"

"I did...oh...right. Yeah, I guess so. Gimme a minute." Moments later they are arriving at the soccer field and finding a seat in the stands. Her eyes eagerly looking for Mike on the field.

Running through the warm up drills, Mike glances up into the stands and frowns as he spies his father already drinking a beer and loudly talking to everyone around him. Then he smiles, his eyes finding Steve and Sara sitting a few rows up from his overbearing father.

Mike feels a flutter in his stomach as he soaks in the sight of her pretty face, soft lips, and curvy body. The white and blue top hugs her ample breasts perfectly and he loves how sexy she looks in that tight blue skirt. He begins to wonder what she might be wearing underneath that when the angry voice of his coach brings his mind back to the moment.

"Earth to fucking Mike....stop staring like an idiot and focus up gentlemen. This is going to be a tough game and we all need to be sharp out there today." The coach barks out to the team.

Recalling the way Sara left things this morning, Mike's brief smile turns sour and he clenches his fists in a frustrated anger and pours his emotions into fuel for his game. Before long, the ref whistles for the teams to take their positions and begins the match.

As the match progresses, Mike is playing center midfield today and appears to be extra aggressive. He glances at the stands a few times, but each sight of either his father or Sara only makes him feel more angry and frustrated. Forcing his emotions down and trying to not imagine the touch of her lips or the way she whimpered sweetly with each thrust, Mike turns his uncertain feelings into fuel.

He feels a need to exert control, dominance, or even cause pain on someone else to try and make himself feel better. Only a few minutes in and Mike slams into another player and sends him reeling as the whistle blows.

Despite knocking into players repeatedly, Mike doesn't feel any better. By the time the first half is almost coming to a close, Mike has committed numerous fouls and the ref briefly spoke to him about toning it down before he gets a yellow. A few players from the other team seem to be actively avoiding him.

Watching from the stands, Sara is torn with lust and guilt. She can tell that Mike is hurting. The way his handsome face rarely smiles, how his eyes seem to be full of fire and pain, or how every time he comes into contact with the other players he makes them regret it.

His strong sexy body pushing them aside and shrugging them off. Even as she worries about him, she can't deny how turned on she is by his display of strength and power. She finds herself thinking about what it would feel like to have him toss her onto the bed, tear off her clothes, and have his way with her.

Despite his fouls, he hasn't yet gotten a card so he keeps the aggressive play going. This opens up an opportunity on a corner kick where he makes a cut to the back post and leaps above the crowd as an unmarked player and connects to head the ball back across the goal to the far corner and in.

The crowd roars, the horns sound, and the team surrounds him in celebration. Sara notes how Mike's Dad cheers, but seems more interested in letting people know that HIS son scored than cheering for his son. She has never understood how his parents seem to treat him like a trophy and an accessory rather than appreciate the wonderful person he has become.