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Subject: {ASSM} My Best Friend's Mom Part 2 (Fmf femdom, teen, oral, anal)
Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 07:10:03 -0400
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WARNING! 
This story contains fantasies of sex between underage
teens and adults. It is a work of total fiction, and
is such things bother you, change the channel and
watch 7th Heaven. 

My Best Friend's Mom
Part 2      
By Cinque Manson

I woke up soaking with sweat, rolled up like a burrito
in my bed covers. It was eleven o'clock, and the
summer sun had already turned our little house into an
oven. My room smelled like a subway tunnel. I
extricated myself from my percale straight jacket and
pulled a clean white t-shirt and pair of cutoff's from
my chest of drawers. I had to shake a leg if I was
going to get up to Scott's house by noon. 
My family lived in the flatlands, which caught the
heat and smog of the long summers and baked us all
like ants under a magnifying glass. Scott's house was
up in the hills, in a development with unnecessarily
winding roads with names like Windemere Circle and
Brigadoon Lane. In a car I could be up there in
fifteen minutes, but on my skateboard, uphill most of
the way, it would take almost an hour.
 
I was so anxious I arrived at Scott's house at a
quarter to twelve. I walked down Lullabye Court to the
Acker's familiar ranch style home, a breeze was at my
back, drying the sweat on my back and leaving a thin
coat of sweat on my skin. I stood before the dutch
door and knocked. 

Alice Acker, my best friend's mom, answered the door
and looked up at me and smiled.  She wore a tiny pink
bikini, with a see through black over shirt that did
nothing to hide her body from me. Mrs. Acker was in
her early forties, just five feet tall, tanned deep
brown, and lithe and fit from endless afternoons of
tennis and swimming. 
 
"Well come on in, Bobby."

She had always been one of the cool moms, laughing at
Scott and my stupid boy jokes and generally treating
us with a knowing congeniality. She seemed no
different now. Her round elfin features beamed as if
she were genuinely glad to see me, instead of granting
me an audience as the result of the summons she had
given me in the parking lot of the Ace Motel the day
before.

She took my arm at the elbow and led me into the
living room, and the heat from her body next to mine
made me dizzy.

"Is Linda here yet?"

"Not yet. Don't worry about her, Bobby. I'm actually
glad we have a minute or two alone."

I was sweating again, now more from nerves than heat.
Alice guided me into the kitchen. 

"Would you like something to drink? Some juice?"

"Sure."

Mrs. Acker poured a tall pewter glass full with orange
juice from a pitcher. She handed it to me, and I
watched a foggy skin of condensation form, describing
the level of the juice inside the glass. It was safer
keeping my eyes on my drink, because when I lifted my
gaze to Mrs. Acker, whose big round nipples were
plainly erect under her tiny thin swimsuit top, my
adolescent penis pulsed ominously in my Jockey shorts.
I took a big gulp, and choked into my free hand. 

"Oh, that's a screwdriver. Sorry, I hope you don't
mind a little vodka."

I'd never had a mixed drink with liquor in it before. 

"No, that's ok, Mrs. Acker."

She sat at the kitchen table and crossed her legs. I
kept my eyes lower, but they were drawn to Mrs. Ackers
narrow small feet. I don't know why, but the stretched
tendons of her ankles, and the long toes crowned by
toenails painted the same hot pink as her bikini gave
me a heavy feeling in my gut. That pressure drop was
accompanied by a thickening of my cock. Then she
ambushed me,

"How long have you and Linda been screwing?"

"Gosh, we haven't been, Mrs. Acker, honest."

"Too bad. You guys looked pretty intimate the other
day. If you aren't screwing yet, you will be soon. I
know about this stuff."

"Mrs. Acker, I feel awful about yesterday. I didn't
plan to do anything, it just happened. Scott's my best
friend. I wouldn't do anything to hurt him."

Alice Acker shut me up.

"Listen, Bobby, listen, I don't really care about you
and your little affairs. You're very young, Bobby.
It's only natural you'd be attracted to Linda, and
just about anything else with tits and a pussy. And
Scotty? Don't worry about that boy."

"Don't worry? But I'm in love with his girlfriend!"

Scott's mom sighed,
"Love."

She said,
"I'm need to tell you something about your best
friend. Wait here a minute."

She jumped up and left me staring into my dwindling
cocktail. I felt warm on the inside, and cooler on the
outside. I was not quite so afraid anymore. My fear
was replaced by sexual tension.

Mrs. Acker strode back into the kitchen carrying some
magazines, which she fanned out and dropped on the
table in front of me. They were an assortment of
smutty picture books, but the models on the covers
were not naked girls with come hither looks, but
buffed and cut guys with monster wangers and stupid
leers. 

"Wha-what are these?"

"Those, Bobby, are Scotty's secret midnight readings.
They're what he jerks off to. Linda must suspect
something, whenever she gets near him his skin starts
to crawl."

"You mean Scott's g-g-gay?"

"As a three dollar bill. He just won't admit to
himself" She paused and downed her screwdriver in one
swallow, then poured herself another.

"Not that I care, Bobby, some of my best friend are
homos. I just wish he'd get it sorted out. It's
causing him no end of grief. I think he thinks he's
going crazy."

"Wow."

"Yeah, wow. But I didn't invite you up here to talk
about my queer son." 

Mrs. Acker took the purse that was hanging on the back
of her chair, opened, and pulled out the mask she'd
been wearing the day before, when she did all those
nasty things to the man tied to the chair. 
"Does this look familiar, Bobby?"

I sat with my mouth open looking at the mask. Mrs.
Acker stood up and put it on. 

I stammered,
"Nnnnno, Mrs. Acker," but my body betrayed me with by
revealing a deep blush of shame. My breathing became
ragged and I saw stars. 

Mrs. Acker smiled beneath the mask, her brown eyes
sparking.
"I don't believe you."
She stepped close to me, and gently ran her fingers
over my cheek. 

"You're blushing, Bobby."

I looked down again. She said,
"I heard noises yesterday, but I couldn't tell from
where. Then I figured it out. The mirror over the bed.
What did you see, Bobby? Tell me what you saw."

I began to cry. I was so scared. What did she want
from me? She stood in front of me, so close her legs
were touching mine, with her hand on my shoulder. 
"I saw you. I saw you naked, doing it to that man!" 

"Doing what?"

"Whipping his peter. making him kiss your thingy." I
didn't have the vocabulary for this sort of discourse.
And talking like this with a grown woman was beyond
embarrassing. It was incredibly arousing.

"And Linda was watching with you, right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And what were you two doing while you watched me
fucking."

I couldn't believe Mrs. Acker was talking to me like
this. I was gripped by a mixture of terror and sexual
excitement. . My heart was racing, my boydick was
fully engorged, hidden by my hunched body.

"We were were screwing around. We were naked too and
feeling each other out"

"Hmmmm, I thought so." She lifted the mask from her
beaming face. She was obviously enjoying my
discomfort. 

She pushed against my torso, raising me from my semi
fetal slump. She pressed my chest toward the back of
the kitchen chair and slid her legs between mine,
raising a knee to climb onto my lap. Her tiny tits
with the puffy nipples were level with my eyes. I
longed to lean forward and suck on those nipples. Her
hands were linked behind my neck and her even breath,
edged with vodka, gently rustled my hair. Her knee
pressed into my hardon and she stopped.

"You like this, don't you Bobby?"

I wiggled on the chair, which only served to rub the
bulge in shorts against the shiny skin of Mrs. Acker's
knee. 

"Your dick tells me you like it a lot. How would you
like me to teach you about sex? Would you like to
learn how to please a woman"

"I- I guess so, Mrs. Acker"

"Oh, Bobby, you're so cute when you're shy. I'd
forgotten males could be so sweet. " She splayed her
thighs across my lap and ground her crotch against
mine. "Listen up. First lesson, call me Ma'am. That
will be your secret name for me while I show you how
to be nasty."

"Ok, Mrs. Acker. I mean, Ma'am."

"That's a good boy."

To my disappointment she slid back off me. She grabbed
something out of her purse, and turned back to me.
Then my best friend's mother firmly grabbed one of my
wrists and I heard a click. I looked down to watch her
place a second set of handcuffs on my other wrist,
manacling me to the kitchen chair. She stood back from
me, arms crossed, admiring her handiwork. I looked at
her, standing over me. Even though she was six or
seven inches smaller than I, she exuded a power that
washed over me. Mrs. Acker went to a drawer, and I
heard it slide open, but since her back was toward me
I couldn't see what she was doing. She walked behind
me, and then my best friend's mother leaned over me
and began to cut my t-shirt with a pair of sewing
scissors, from the neck opening down my chest until it
hung open in two halves. 

"Please don't hurt me, Ma'am."

Mrs. Acker didn't say anything. She pinched my nipples
with the long hot pink fingernails of her right hand.
I'd never thought of my nipples as anything special,
but an electric shock ran down straight from Mrs.
Acker's fingertips to my teenaged nuts. I sucked my
breath in.

"Does that hurt?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Good. But, I am going to hurt you, Bobby, just a
little." She twisted my nipple and I squirmed. 

"Ow!" 

But she didn't stop, she reached over with her other
hand and rubbed the tip of the nipple she was
tormenting with a finger she'd wet with her saliva. I
thrashed in the chair, unable to rise because of the
restraints. My dick had lengthened in a straight line
down my leg, and had escaped the leg hole of my
underwear, threatening to poke out of my cutoffs.
Mrs. Acker let go of my nipple, and lazily walked
around my chair. She stood over me with her hips
jutting out toward me, one hand at her breast twisting
her own nipple through the sheer lycra of her bikini.
A dark patch of dampness showed on the sheer bikini
bottom. She hissed,

"A little hurt feels good."

She pulled at both her nipples, and they raised in fat
relief against the pink of her suit. She twisted so
she could dig down into her purse, and then reached
out to pinch my nipples again, this time with both
hands. I looked down and saw she'd placed two small
black plastic clothespins on my tormented teats. My
butt slid back and forth across the seat of my chair. 
Then, satisfied with the result, she kneeled in front
of me, reached out and undid the buttons of my
cutoffs. 

"Raise your ass, boy."

She yanked off my shorts and underwear in one pull,
and left them bunched at my ankles. My boydick slapped
against my stomach. 

"Mmmm, look at that! No wonder Linda is hot for you."
She spread my knees, licked a finger, and ran it up
the length of my teenage hardon from my ball sack to
the band of skin connecting my shaft to the
helmet-shaped head. She waggled her finger over the
most sensitive part of me, and my dick pulsed and beat
against my stomach. A big drop of precum gathered at
my peehole. I wasn't going to last long like this, I
was a few short breaths from pouring my seed onto Mrs.
Acker's hand.

She said, with a somewhat mirthful concern,
"You're about to cum, aren't you?"

She didn't wait for an answer. Reaching behind her
without looking, she rummaged around in her purse, her
bag of endless tricks, and then cupped the treasure
she had found in front of her in her diminutive palm.
She held a contraption made from a couple of black
rubber o-rings, held together with a thin leather
strap. Mrs. Acker harvested the clear fluid gathering
in the tip of my dick and rubbed the viscous boyjuice
on the device. When it was slippery enough to suit
her, she took the smaller of the two o-rings and
rolled it over the bulging head of my cock. With a
little difficulty she slid it down my shaft to the
base. 

"That should check some of your boyish enthusiasm." 
Then she expertly gathered my testicles, pulled them
away from my body, and stretched the larger of the
o-rings over them. She let the o-ring snap tight. That
seemingly did it. I arched my back, expecting to shoot
my sperm across the room. But nothing happened! My
orgasm was stifled by the constraining embrace of the
tight rubber rings. Instead of a climax, my cock grew
more filled with blood. My veins stood out in sharp
relief and my crown became as big and taut and purple
as a ripe plum.

"Ooooh yes, Bobby, just in time."

Then the doorbell rang.

"There's Linda now. Don't bother getting up, I'll get
it." She pulled my underwear and cutoffs up my legs,
and when I lifted my behind she buttoned me as best
she could.  Mrs. Acker added sternly as she left the
room, "And don't you dare make a sound."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied feebly. 

Imprisoned in the kitchen chair, I had the dawning
realization that I would do anything my best friend's
mother asked. Everything she had done to me so far had
been so wrong, although just a lad I knew this, but it
felt so good. My boycock strained against the rubber
rings surrounding my shaft and balls, my arms
involuntarily raised off the arms of my chair and
pulled at the handcuffs. 

I thought of Linda! Jesus, my mind was spinning.
Yesterday I had fallen in love with her, today I'm
tied to a chair, my erect cock waving blindly in the
air, in the sunlit kitchen of the mother of my best
friend.

 I heard Mrs. Acker open the door, then she and Linda
were talking, making innocent small talk. 
Mrs. Acker said,
"You must be baking. Do you want to change into a
bathing suit or something?"

My sweet Linda's voice replied that she hadn't brought
one.

"I have tons, sweetie, follow me."

I held my breath waiting for them to enter the
kitchen. I had no idea how Linda was going to react
when she found me in my peculiar state, but I found I
didn't care. But they didn't come in. Their voices
faded as they wandered off to the other side of the
house.

Then their voices returned, heading for me.
"I don't know, Mrs. Acker, this suit seems awfully
small."

"Nonsense, it really sets off your figure. I have
little surprise for you."

Mrs. Acker entered followed by Linda, who was wearing
a white bikini that may have fit Mrs. Acker, but did
nothing more for Linda than accentuate her ripe
curvaceous body. The bottoms of Linda's breasts swayed
exposed beneath the thin strip of the suit top, and
the bottom had already crept up her luscious butt
cheeks. She glanced down at me and said hi. Mrs. Acker
beckoned for her to sit in the chair across from me 
She poured Linda a screwdriver.

"Bobby and I have been spending a little time
together, chatting about what happened yesterday."

"Oh."

"But don't you worry your little head about that, we
straightened everything out, didn't we Bobby?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Linda's attention wandered to the stack of magazines
on the table. She gingerly picked up one that had a
closeup of a great veined dick with a young boy's lips
wrapped around it. Her eyes were taking on the glaze I
recognized as lust. She licked her lips and flipped
through the pages of slick color photographs, stopping
now and then when a particular dick caught her
attention.  

"Those are Scotty's. Go ahead and check them out. It
think they might answer a lot of your questions "

Linda was absorbed in a magazine with a pictorial
showing three truckers gripping each other's cocks.
She was breathing deeply, like the day before when she
ogled the men's cocks through the one-way mirror at
the Ace Motel.

"Scott likes this?" Her fingers carressed the pictures
as if she were softly touching the full hard members
they represented.

Mrs. Acker replied,
"It looks as if you both like it." Linda smiled an
evil grin. "I like it too. A big hard dick in my
mouth, mmmm, yummy! Have you ever a sucked a cock,
Linda?"

Linda put the magazine down, embarrassed by the frank
question. It was then she noticed the handcuffs on my
wrists. She leaned forward and held my hands.

"Oh, Bobby! Are you ok? What has she been doing to
you?"

Mrs. Acker, leaning back against the counter, snorted,
"Nothing he didn't appreciate, right Bobby?"

Linda looked me in the eyes, spreading the two halves
of my t-shirts to expose the clothespins still
pinching my nipples. She touched them, confused,
fascinated. She pulled them gently. The pressure on my
tortured boytitties was exquisite. My eyes burned as
my girlfriend stroked the pins.

"Oh, I'd forgotten about those. Why don't you take
those off him, sweetie."

Linda released the pressure on my poor boytits. In a
fit of spontaneity she took first one then the other
of my nipples in her soft pink lips. A groan escaped
my lips. 

"Boys are so much easier to handle when they're like
this, horny and tied up. You saw me fuck that guy
yesterday. I wouldn't let that creep near me without
handcuffs. He's all sweaty hands and bad breath until
he's tied to a bed. Then I can concentrate on his
sweet long cock..." 

Linda's hands drifted down to my crotch. She fondled
my dick through my shorts.  Mrs. Acker was watching us
with heavy lidded eyes, one hand on one of her
nipples, the other playing lazily at the leg opening
of her swimsuit bottom. She hooked that finger up, and
it disappeared into her thick thatch of pubic hair. 
Linda looked over her shoulder and implored the older
woman,
"Teach me, Mrs. Acker. I want to learn how to do it
like you did. I want to tie Bobby up and make him eat
me like you did to that man yesterday."

"Good for you, sweetie. There's nothing better, I'm
telling you."

My best friend's mother, my mistress, walked behind me
and leaned over me, unbuttoning my cutoffs. Linda
tugged them off and gasped when she saw my penis. 

"It's so big!"

"It's the cockrings, sweetie. See them there, at the
base of his cock? They keep the blood in his dick and
his jizz in his balls. They make him get bigger and
stay harder."

Linda encircled me with her hand. She stared at my
cock, hypnotized, then leaned over it. I felt my head
engulfed in her soft lips. Her tongue flicked
tentatively on my piss slit. Linda hooked her long
straight blond hair behind her ears to get it out of
the way and took half of my cock in her warm mouth.
She sucked hard, her cheeks went concave, and she drew
me out. I'd never felt anything so good.

Mrs. Acker observed from over my shoulder, "You're a
quick study. Jack him off a little while you're doing
that." 

Linda did as she was told. She made a circle of her
thumb and forefinger and slipped my dick through it.
Her tongue washed under my helmet. She licked me down
to where the rubber o-ring was nearly embedded in my
dickflesh. Linda swirled her tongue round and round.
She attempted to plunge me deep into her mouth, but
started to gag.

"Relax your throat and breath through your nose,
sweetie."

Linda did as she was told. Her mouth surrounded me and
began a slow inexorable descent, until her nose bumped
into my groin. My cock undulated past her tongue and
down her throat, which massaged me with an erratic
peristalsis as it tried to rid itself of the alien
intrusion. I watched my boydick ooze back out of her
mouth millimeter by millimeter, covered in heavy
saliva. 

"Mmmm, that spit from the back of your throat makes an
excellent lubricant." 

Scott's mother drifted around me, and she knelt down
beside my teenage lover. She reached behind Linda and
undid the tie holding her bikini top. The day before
in the darkened hallway of the Ace Motel, I had held
Linda's firm tits in my hand, but in the dimness I had
not really seen them. Now they stuck out from her
chest, full and pale and pink. Her nipples were a
delicate shade darker than the surrounding flesh,
small and hard. Mrs. Acker took one of these between
her knowing fingertips and twirled it slowly. Her hand
pressed the teen forward into me, and then the forty
year old had my distended prick in her other hand. She
brought both hands together, and then she was grazing
Linda's nipple against my cock. Linda shifted
slightly, and her hand joined Mrs. Acker's on my dick
and then she was rubbing me against her other tit. A
string of clear teen juice oozed out of me and
stretched from my cock to the pink peak of Linda's
lovely breast. Mrs. Acker massaged my precum into
Linda's nipple, then brought her fingers to Linda's
mouth.

"Taste him, Linda, taste this little boy slut's dick
juice."

Mrs. Acker dropped her hands and undid the strings of
Linda's bikini bottom. Mrs. Acker rubbed the creamy
globes of my girlfriends has, then her hands were out
of my view,  but from Linda's movements I could tell
she must have been working on her pussy.

Linda stood up and kissed me on the mouth. I tasted my
own sex, musty and strong, on her tongue. Mrs. Acker's
hands ran over the young girl's body, dipping between
her milky thighs and curling in her fine pubic hairs.
Linda tensed and drew away from me. She raised a leg
and rested a foot on my thigh. Our forty year old sex
teacher inserted a finger between Linda's delicate
pussy lips. The fourteen year old leaned against Mrs.
Acker's hand and two fingers, then three disappeared
into her virgin fuckhole. Mrs. Acker whispered,
"Bobby was telling the truth, you've never fucked,
have you Linda?"  Her robing fingers bunched against
Linda's maidenhead. 

"Ooooh, no." Linda raised and lowered herself on the
delicious fingers probing her sex.

"You'd love to, wouldn't you?"

"Mmmm, yes, I want to fuck and fuck and fuck!"

"Turn around, then."

Linda turned so her back was toward me. Mrs. Acker
removed her fingers from her pussy and positioned her
so her thighs rested on the chair arm above my
manacled wrists, her weight temporarily resting on my
slouching abdomen. I could no longer see what was
going on, but in a moment I felt my penis engulfed by
Mrs. Acker's mouth once more. Then she let me go, and
Linda pressed against me, and I knew the suburban
mother was mouthing the teen's pussy.  Mrs. Acker
alternated between us, driving us both to a frenzy.
Somewhere in this dance of lips and cock and cunt,
Linda began to lower herself on my body. I felt a new
kind heat, a tight squeezing. I was fucking Linda, my
first fuck, just barely, the girl lowering and raising
herself gingerly so I barely penetrated her lips. She
was groaning and heaving. Mrs. Acker continued to lap
at our privates, now with one continuous movement.
Linda was responding more to Mrs. Acker's tongue than
my dick, because suddenly her hips rutted against the
forty- year-old's mouth in a sharp orgasm. 

"Hnnn, hnnn, hnnnn.'

I felt a tongue flicking rapidly on the underside of
my dick, at least the part that wasn't embedded in
Linda. Linda's hips moved in tight circles, gradually
and slowly drawing me further and further up her cunt
tunnel. I was gasping into her hair. Finally, after a
seeming eternity, I was buried full on in Linda. At
that moment she stopped, panting.

"It hurts, Mrs. Acker, oh God, it hurts! Oh God, it
feels so good!"

Her pussy spasmed around me, and her shoulders
hunched. Her whole body tensed. Her pussy squeezed me
so hard I thought I was passing out. Then she went
limp on me, but her cunt walls continued to squeeze
and release me in spasms that became slowly weaker and
less frequent. 

Mrs. Acker stood, and lifted her gently up and off my
still steel hard prick. 

"Here Linda, sit down and rest. That was something. I
came just watching you!"

Linda slumped into the chair across from me, and I
slumped too, frustrated but alert.

Mrs. Acker went to the sink and dampened a paper
towel. She came back to Linda and tenderly washed the
teenager's no longer virgin pussy. Mrs. Acker smiled
down at a small red spot of blood on the paper towel. 
"Congratulations, Linda."

She tossed the soiled towel in the corner, and glanced
over at me. 

"You too, lover. That was your first time too, huh?"

"Yes, Ma'am", I croaked. 

"Ah, poor thing, you're all tense."

My jaw was clinching and relaxing. My arms were
straining against my restraints. I felt as if my whole
body was an erect penis, and I wanted to cum. I
pleaded with Mrs. Acker with my eyes, even after what
we'd just done I was too shy to ask with words. 
Mrs. Acker crawled to me on all fours, her bathing
suit lost in the mad shuffle of the last few minutes.
She climbed me like a tree, her hands on my shoulders
kneading me loose, massaging my kinks. Her nipples
floated before me, puffy and full. Sensing my desire,
she put one of her silver dollar sized tips in my
mouth. I sucked like a man dying of thirst. The agile
housewife pressed her crotch against mine, and her
pubic thatch rasped against my tender cock. Her cunt
lips splayed against my rod, and she dragged her
wetness up and down my length. I sucked the
middle-aged woman's full nipples like I'd seen Linda
handle my cock, bringing it into my mouth with
suction, then pulling my head back as I released her.
Her nipple doubled in size. Mrs. Acker was what I
would have considered flat-chested, but what tits she
had were nearly all maddeningly and incredibly
arousing domed nipple. 

"Oh, yes Bobby, that's good." My sex teacher ground
herself on my captive cock, and the combination of her
soft warm cunt flesh and the bristle of her stiff
pubic hair tormented and delighted me.

She took her tit from my slobbering lips, raised a
bit, took expert aim, lowered again, and then I was in
her, all the way. She was not the tight ecstasy of
Linda, but her heat matched the heat of my cock, and
she was so wet with lubrication that it was like my
cock was enveloped in silk soaked in honey. She raised
once more until I was almost jettisoned from her, and
then proceeded to bounce on me in a steady rut. 
"Ohhhh yes, fuck me with that big dick."

"Ahhhhh, yes Ma'am."

"Ohhhhh, Christ that's good. You're so much sweeter
than that asshole used car salesman. So strong, so
hard."

She screwed me with long corkscrew motions. I
considered sucking her tits again, but became
enraptured at the sight of this housewife, this sexy
monkey of a mother, straining against my fourteen year
old prick. It looked so nasty, my dick disappearing
and reappearing in the dark purple of her outer
pussylips. Her lips grasped my cock, so hard that on
the outstroke they pooched out, with tiny little veins
crisscrossing the bright pinkness of her inner pussy.
Faster and faster she pumped, and I would have cum ten
times over if not for the rubber o-rings she'd stuck
on me earlier. Mrs. Acker increased the speed of her
grind. Passion, however, was turning into pain as Mrs.
Acker's rapid and frenetic fucking created an
unbearable friction on my wornout dick.

Mrs. Acker bounced and bounced. I felt something or
someone grabbing my ankles, I looked down to see Linda
lifting my legs, pulling my ass to the edge of the
chair. She had one of Scott's queer magazines open,
and appeared to be trying to emulate some scenario
she'd found and liked. Mrs. Acker continued apace.
Linda traced a finger up my thigh, and rubbed my nuts
like an Alladin's lamp. I felt something funny, a
tickle between my buttcheeks, becoming more focused, a
palpitation on my asshole. Linda's other hand
flickered over my dick on Mrs. Acker's upstrokes. She
took Mrs. Acker's pussy juices from my cock and
massaged them on my ass bud. Then, pressure as Linda
slowly inserted a finger up my virgin asshole, forcing
me up into Mrs. Acker's voracious pussy. Linda wiggled
her finger in my rectum, and I uttered some
unintelligible sting of vowel sounds. She pulled the
finger out, then reapplied her pressure with two
fingers. My ass accepted Linda's probing fingers,
relaxing as she began to fuck me, building to the same
rhythm Mrs. Acker was using to impale herself on my
prick. 

"Oh God, I don't know what you're doing down there,
Linda, but don't you fucking stop!" Mrs. Acker
grimaced, biting her lip, and jammed herself down on
me hard, once, twice, three times. Linda widened my
ass with her fingers, and one of them hit a spot
inside me that made me see bright stars. The small
rubber o-ring holding me back broke then, releasing my
cock from its imprisonment. A rush of blood filled it
even further, and Mrs. Acker tightened her pussy
around it as she came in a wave of orgasms. The sperm
that had been churning for over an hour down in my
testicles while these two women played with me as if I
were their toy began to piston its way out of me. Mrs.
Acker's insides rippled against my velvet hardness,
and then I exploded. My cock felt as if it had burst,
and then as if it were a garden hose as my jizz
spurted into my best friend's mother. My dick
contracted and pumped again and again. I felt as if I
were emptying my whole being into the twitching heat
of her sex. I didn't want this to ever end.
 
Mrs. Acker reacted to my orgasm with more of her own.
She dug her nails into my shoulders, raking them,
drawing long scratches down my chest. I didn't care. I
was yelling with my mouth wide open, still throbbing
though my dick had shot out every drop of cum in my
body. 

Mrs. Acker fell against me, spent. Linda slowly pulled
her fingers out of my rectum, which burned from her
somewhat brutal finger fucking. Mrs. Acker lifted off
me and stood shakily on the kitchen floor, looking
down at Linda and I. We were both sopping with sweat
and sex secretions. My teenage dick was sore, but
still hard.

"Cleanup time, Bobby", said my insanely sexy middle
aged love tutor. She scampered up the arms of the
chair, put one of her limber legs over my shoulder,
and presented me with her sex, wide open and oozing my
own sperm. I got queasy. This was counter everything I
ever thought erotic. Then choice flew out the window
as Mrs. Acker simply pulled my reluctant face into her
mess.

"Lick me, boy. Open wide and swallow your load, you
little slut."

My ears burned. I was her little slut, her and
Linda's. I lapped and swallowed, feeling my own slime
slide down my gullet. My ass hurt, my cock ached. I
felt enormously happy. I was Mrs. Acker's sperm
slurping cum slut, and my girlfriend Linda's toyboy
buttslut. I'd finally found a place for myself in a
cruel and indifferent universe. I licked and swallowed
until Mrs. Acker's vagina ran clear juices untainted
by my boy jizz. She uncoiled herself off my face and
said. 

"Alright you kids, you better jump into the shower and
skedaddle. Mr. Acker will be home from work in about
half an hour, and I want you gone before." She tossed
the keys to the handcuffs to Linda and wandered out of
the room.

Before she unlocked me, Linda gave me a long and
passionate kiss. 

We found the shower by ourselves. We kissed and
stroked one another under the refreshing stream of
pulsing water. Both our genitals were extremely sore
to the touch, but we couldn't keep our hands of and
out of one another. A loud knock on the shower door
woke us up. 

"C'mon you guys, chop chop. I'm not kidding, I want
you out of here right now!" 

We dressed in a rush. Mrs. Acker pushed us toward the
door, clucking. We stood on the front step, suddenly
awkward and confused in the big world, the world that
universally condemned what we'd just done. Mrs. Acker
regarded us for a moment and her face softened. 

"Go home, you two. Or go somewhere and make love to
each other some more. You're so lovely, and young"

She leaned toward Linda and gave her an affectionate
peck on the cheek. Then it was my turn. Mrs. Acker
turned her cute face to mine, raised on her toes, and
gave me a full french kiss. She leaned into me and
whispered in my ear, 
"I'm going to call you soon, and when I ask you to
come to me you come, right Bobby?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She backed into the house and closed the door. Linda
and I blinked at each other, speechless. My hand found
hers and we began the long walk home. 

The End of My Best Friend's Mom Part 2



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