CAN’T BELIEVE I FUCKED MY SON’S BEST FRIEND – PT 1
by FrameByFrame
But the doorbell was insistent, so I tied the sash around my waist and hurried to find out if I had a problem that needed my attention. When I opened the door, I saw my son’s best friend, Troy, almost carrying my son, Dale, who was clearly inebriated.
“What the fuck, Troy?” I exclaimed, as I reached under one of my son’s arms to help Troy maneuver his limp body inside. Once we got him in the door, we gently flopped him down on the bottom step of the staircase directly in front of the door.
“Sorry, Mrs. B”, Troy said with a puppy dog look on his face. “Dale really got into it tonight. Definitely drank too much….thought he was gonna puke outside John’s house, where the party was, but he didn’t. I figured I should get him home.”
“Shit…..well, thanks, Troy,” I said, throwing an arm over his broad shoulder and giving him a quick hug. I didn’t really give any thought to what I was wearing….or not wearing….and out of the corner of my eye, I caught an appreciative smile crack the corners of Troy’s lips.
“Do you want me to help you get him upstairs?” Troy asked.
“Sure. Thanks, Troy…that’d be extremely helpful,” I said, with a smile. My son was a linebacker on his high school football team, and there was no way I was getting his drunk ass upstairs by myself. Fortunately, Troy was one of Dale’s teammates, and his muscles would be desperately needed to get Troy up to his bedroom.
The two of us bent to our task, each of us reaching under one of Dale’s arms, and began dragging his butt up the stairs. About half way up, the sash at my waist came loose, and my robe started cracking open, leaving my heavy, 36DD tits to start swaying, occasionally slipping out of the space created where the two sides of my robe had parted. By the time we got to the top of the stairs, my robe was wide open, and my boobs were bouncing around and smashing into each other as we finally got Dale’s body to his room.
We stopped at the foot of Dale’s bed, and – noticing Troy’s eyes just about popping out of his head as he caught sight of my dangling boobs – I took a moment to close my robe, tying the sash more tightly. Then Troy grabbed Dale’s shoulders, and I grabbed his feet, and we swung him onto the bed with plenty of grunts and groans from the two of us…..mostly me.
While Troy stood in the doorway, I started stripping Dale’s clothes off him, complaining over my shoulder at Troy about guys drinking and being responsible and crazy teenagers. I started with Dale’s shoes and socks, then his shirt, and finally unbuckled and unzipped his jeans. I grabbed the bottom of his pant legs and started tugging his jeans down, over his hips and past his legs, until I was able to pull them completely off and toss them into a corner.
Dale still had his boxers on, and when I finished discarding his jeans, I looked back over at my son and couldn’t help but notice that his cock was setting outside the pee-slit in his boxers…..you know, the little flap in boxer shorts that guys use to pull their dicks out when they need to pee. In fact, the head and flaccid shaft were completely outside that flap and draped over one of his thighs. I think my mouth dropped open when I saw it…..holy shit, his cock was huge! Laying there flaccid across his thigh, it must have been at least 8” long!
Feeling a little embarrassed, I glanced over at Troy, who was still leaning against the door to Dale’s bedroom with a wry smile on his face, clearly enjoying my reaction and chagrin.
Still smiling, Troy nodded at Dale’s shaft flopped across his leg and said, “He’s pretty big, right?”
“God, yes….I had no idea. I haven’t seen him naked since he was much younger,” I said, unable to pull my eyes away from Dale’s impressive dick.
After another few seconds of silent appreciation, I pulled the sash of my robe a little tighter, then turned to Troy and said, “Let’s go downstairs and let him sleep it off.” So, we both turned and left Dale’s room, turning out the light and closing the door as we went.
When we got downstairs to the kitchen, I thanked Troy again for bringing Dale home and helping out under the circumstances.
“Can I get you anything to eat or drink, since we’re both pretty much fully awake now?” I asked him.
He said, “No, thanks, Mrs. B.” Then, as I poured myself a glass of water from the refrigerator spout, Troy said, “So, where’s Mr. B? Another business trip?”
As he asked this, Troy pulled himself up onto the granite countertop so that he was sitting on the island counter in the middle of the kitchen, with his legs dangling down toward the floor.
I took my glass of water over to the island counter over by where Troy sat, and said, “Yeah, he’s in Detroit until Sunday, so I have a whole week of just me and Dale again.”
“Aaahh. That’s too bad,” he said. Then he surprised me by reaching out and taking me by the shoulders and pulling me over so I was standing directly in front of where he was sitting on the counter.
I said, “Troy….what are you doing?”
He said, “I wanted to tell you this upstairs, but decided to wait until we were down here in the kitchen.”
Still not understanding, I said, “Troy, what are you getting at?”
“I’m bigger,” he said.
“What on earth are you talking about?” I said, still confused and unsure of what Troy was up to.
Troy reached between us, unzipped his pants, reached into his boxer shorts and pulled out his cock, gently stroking it with one hand as he repeated, “I’m bigger than Dale.”
When I caught sight of what he was holding in his hand, my mouth dropped open again…holy fuck, he was bigger than Dale….by maybe an inch, or so. And thicker, too. It was semi-hard at this point…not flaccid, but not fully erect, either.
Not taking my eyes off his growing rod, I said, “Holy shit, Troy….it’s beautiful, but you shouldn’t be showing it to me.”
Troy released his prick and took both of my shoulders, pulling me closer, in between his dangling legs.
I put out one of my hand to resist, but ended up with my fingers actually wrapped around Troy’s shaft, unconsciously stroking it, while stammering, “You should put this away. My God, I’m married….and Dale’s your best friend.”
Troy was smiling now….knowing he had me hooked. “Yeah, I know….but Mr. B travels a lot, and by your reaction to Dale’s cock upstairs, I figured you might appreciate a big dick to play with.”
As he said this, Troy slipped his hands inside my robe, pushing the two sides apart so that my big breasts were swaying in between us, bumping up against his thighs as he pushed and squeezed the flesh of each tit, and occasionally pulling on my stiffening nipples.
My eyes were locked on his growing staff, as I held the base with one hand and stroked the full length of his shaft with the other. Troy released my boobs and put one hand behind my head, pulling my face toward his engorged prick. Without even thinking about it, I opened my mouth and sucked the tip of his cock inside. I continued stroking the entire length of his now fully erect pole, while sucking on the head of his dick, bobbing my head up and down in earnest.
As Troy sat on the counter top, he leaned back onto his elbows and closed his eyes, moaning out his pleasure as I continued sucking and stroking his impressive staff. In almost no time, he arched his back and rocked his hips into my face, blasting a huge load of cum against the back of my throat. I couldn’t believe how much I was loving this….I was in the zone. I kept bobbing my head and stroking his cock, with my big boobs bouncing back and forth between his knees, as Troy grunted and groaned until his dangling nutsack was finally empty.
I swallowed Troy’s load, then continued to slowly stroke his still hard dick, pulling out the last few drops of semen, then licking them off the tip of his cock and cleaning his entire shaft with my tongue.
I kept gliding my hand up and down his glistening rod, occasionally slipping it back into my mouth for a little sucking, then said, “Holy shit, Troy…you’re still hard!”
Troy laughed and said, “I know….I pretty much stay hard forever.” Then he slid off the counter and stood behind me. My robe had been wide open ever since I started stroking his cock, but now he pulled it off me and tossed it on the table. Then he bent me over the counter where he’d been sitting, and slowly slipped his rigid pole in between my legs. By now my pussy was absolutely dripping, and he had no trouble finding my vag opening, and slamming his prick inside.
“Oh, my God, Troy…that feels amazing,” I mumbled, followed by moans of pleasure as he slid his stiff pole in and out of my vagina.
He started slowly, then quickly picked up the pace, shoving his rock hard cock in and out of my pussy with abandon. I was bent over the counter with my eyes closed and resting on my elbows, grunting from the force of his thrusts. My heavy boobs swung wildly beneath me, crashing into each other with every one of his lunges. He slipped his hands from my hips to my tits, and began squeezing and slapping them, occasionally pinching my nipples as he pounded me from behind. The sensation was electric, as tingly sparks darted from my nipples to my clit.
With his nut sack slapping up against my clitoris, his thick shaft sliding in and out of my cunt, and his fingers pinching my rock hard nipples, I launched into a massive orgasm that blasted through my entire body. My legs trembled from the intensity of the charge shooting through me, and only my elbows on the counter….and Troy’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy…..kept me from collapsing to the floor.
Still reveling in my waning climax, I felt Troy begin to catch his breath and pump his dick into me even faster. In only a few more strokes, he blasted his second load of cum for the night….this time spraying his spunk all over the inside of my cunt. He continued grinding his hips against my ass cheeks, keeping his stiff pole deep in my pussy, as he emptied his balls and shot the last few streams of jizzm inside me.
After a minute or two to catch our breath, Troy slowly pulled his slightly softer cock out of my vagina, causing much of what he had just deposited in me to leak out onto the floor between our legs.
I grabbed a kitchen towel and quickly wiped between my legs, then squatted down and wiped up the mess from the tile floor. While I was down there, Troy’s beautiful cock was dangling just inches from my face, so I leaned forward and sucked the tip of his prick into my mouth to clean it off, then used my tongue to clean off his shaft and ball sack.
When I stood back up, Troy totally surprised me again, by leaning in and giving me a passionate, wet, tongue-filled kiss.
I thought to myself, ‘for fuck sake, Mona, you’re enjoying this much more than you should be’, as I felt Troy reach between us to stroke the lips of my still wet pussy with one hand, while squeezing one of my jiggling tits with the other.
When the kiss finally ended. I looked at Troy and said, “Holy shit, Troy…..what the fuck was that??”
“That, Mrs. B, was fantastic. I’ve been wanting to do that to you ever since I first met you years ago, when Dale and I started high school,” Troy said with a mischievous grin. “It’s gotta be almost 3 am by now, so I really need to get going.”
“Of course,” I said, as I gave his softening shaft a few last strokes before tucking it back inside his jeans and zipping him up. “Let me walk you to the door.”
Surprising myself again, I didn’t bother putting my robe on….I just turned and walked with Troy to the front door – my boobs wobbling with each step – then stood behind it as I opened it and let him out. He took one last squeeze of each tit, then gave me a tiny peck on my lips and headed out to his car.
As I went back to the kitchen to retrieve my robe, I thought to myself…’holy shit, what the fuck was that?’
I threw on my robe and, shaking my head in disbelief, I made my way upstairs to take a shower. I didn’t know what to make of what just happened, but I couldn’t stop myself from musing that Troy ….without a doubt….had the biggest, most beautiful cock I’d ever seen….although my son’s kinda blew my mind, as well.
I tossed off my robe, stepped under the spray from the shower, and grudgingly admitted to myself that….dare I think it?….I hoped I’d get to see it again.
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