Mrs. Barnett wasn’t the hottest of moms. No my other friend Janette, her mom was absolutely beautiful but I probably would have fallen apart into rambling, giggling, and uselessness if I got a chance at her like I did with Mrs. Barnett. Not that I ever would have. I shouldn’t have even gotten a chance at Mrs. Barnett, who was still really attractive. In her late forties or early fifties, she had probably been my type of gal when she was my age. Attractive but in a nerdy sort of way. An alluring pear shaped body that I had noticed long before that day, she had a nice big butt and a slender… everything else.
I don’t think she knew I was there. Her son and I had come in late, he’d gone to bed in his room upstairs, I’d crashed in the basement on the couch in the game/guest room down there. I’d woken up a few minutes earlier, hit the bathroom to splash some water on my face, “brush” my teeth with a finger and toothpaste, and swish around some mouthwash. Settling back down on the couch for the hour or more I knew it would be for her son to wake up. When I heard somebody cross the house above. I figured it was her. Her other kids were all out of the house by then and her son, who wasn’t, didn’t walk with such a light tread. Not to mention that he would never be up after only eight hours of sleep.
The always friendly and kind woman was humming to herself in a way that confirmed she didn’t hear me, didn’t know I was there. It was also obvious she was oblivious to me because when she came down the stairs she was wearing next to nothing. A beige bra, matching panties, and thigh high nylons. Not expecting her to be dressed like that, it took a second or two to register her state after she came down the stairs. A grunt escaped me only as she was walking away, deeper into the basement. My eyes snapping back up to see that ass, her panties not covering much of that great big beautiful backside. Legs and everything else were sexy, oh yeah, but my eyes could not stay away from that amazingly generous ass of hers.
“Oh damn.” At her curse, my mouth opened to apologize but it wasn’t for me, she was plucking at one of her dresses that she kept by the laundry area of the basement, must have been a stain or something on the one she’d intended to wear. “Hmm.”
Shoving it aside she sorted through the four or five others, she didn’t have the money for a lot of fancy dresses. I’d never seen her in much more than her usual jeans and a blouse. Plucking two off the rack she held them to herself, one at a time. A black silk one with white and red flowers got a head shake. Considering it was a Sunday and I figured she was going to church, that skimpy dress probably wasn’t a good church choice. The other one was a bit dated but modest. Her hands slipped from the bottom of the dress to her beige nylons, giving a headshake, they didn’t match.
It was then that she saw me. Must have been just the outline of another human, where none should be, that caught her attention. There was no jump or cry, her eyes darted up to me, to mine. If there had been the beginnings of panic tightening up her muscles they were gone right away. Her dark brown eyes met mine, a hint of red going to her cheeks at the realization of how she had come down here. At how little coverage the dress she was holding was.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to say something and scare you.” I said softly, for some reason.
“Oh, yeah. It probably would have.” Shifting slightly to cover some part of her she must have thought was exposed, or felt a breeze going over. It uncovered her right side, all the way from shoulder to foot. There was no way I could stop myself, the beige made me think she wasn’t wearing a bra and I looked. Wanting to see my friend’s mom’s tits, just wanting to see tits. “I’m going to church.”
“I figured, what with the dress and all.” We both nodded, struggling to think of something else to say for a long few moments. I found something first, awkward as it was. “The black one looked like it would be way hot, so… Probably not for church.”
“Yeah, that was my thoughts. Well, not hot but…” But she smiled, eyes going to the black dress as if tempted to wear it if a nineteen year old friend of her son thought her hot in it.
“Yes hot.” Giving her a look that said I was prepared to argue about it, she smiled.
“Okay… hot.” A cute giggle bubbled out of her, another longing look at the forbidden dress before she started towards the stairs.
She held the modest dress away from herself, examining it. But what she was really doing was giving me a great view of her as she went by. I happily took that view. Turning and not just following her with my eyes as she walked past and to the foot of the stairs. I came up to my feet, bold move on my part for sure but it seemed I had a clear invitation and… I really really really really wanted to see that booty work it’s way up the stairs. Only she stopped and “caught” me staring at her beautiful ass. The entire situation had my pants tight. There certainly wasn’t a perfect outline of my rod in my jeans, there wasn’t a tent, but for sure there was a shape of something. Her eyes flicked there, throat worked as she gulped, the smile growing like my dick still was.
“I guess I should go upstairs.” Clearly needing to say something to prolong her just standing there in her underthings.
“Your house, you do what you want but I’d be really sad to see you go.” It was difficult to keep my voice at a normal tone, thinking that this was my buddy’s mom.
“I’m just thinking that for a woman going to church, I’m being really bad standing here…” She couldn’t come up with a word for what she was doing, or wasn’t confident enough to.
“Standing there… Teasing me?” That made her smile and nod. “I think it’s the best time to do it.”
“Why is that?” She asked, putting the hook of her dress onto one of the support strut things overhead. Not just getting it out of the way but signaling that she intended to stand here a while.
“Because you can go and ask for forgiveness or whatever.” That made her burst out laughing, my pants were so fucking tight as she posed against the wall, pretending it was a casual stance but knowing it was sexy as fuck. A pose that invited me closer, “Isn’t that how it works?”
“Kinda, I mean I don’t think you’re supposed to sin specifically knowing you’re going to be forgiven but…” She shrugged, her small breasts grabbing my attention for a moment, which was not unnoticed by the older woman.
“Yeah, probably not the best mentality to get into. Even if it’s totally how it works.” I gave her a few seconds with that before adding. “Because then you might get it into your head to do something really naughty, right before you go, because you would get immediately absolved of it.”
“There is something naughtier than letting my son’s friend…” Glance upstairs even though we’d hear her son coming from a mile away. “My son’s friend…” Gulp. “My son’s friend see me in my underwear, without even trying to cover up?”
“Oh, there are lots naughtier things than that.” I shrugged. “More fun too.”
“Now you’re sounding like my ex-husband. It was more fun for him, I just ended up pregnant and went another three years before I had a real orgasm.” Her hand went to her lips, fingers just barely touching there as she couldn’t believe what she said. But she was smiling as she brought them away, breath nervous but I could see she liked being honest. Especially about that, thought it was naughty too, her smile and the waggle of her shoulders said. “He had three years of trying but it was wine and a late night with a showerhead that got me there for the first time.”
I almost nodded, taking her words at face value. Thinking that she liked that she was showing herself off but didn’t want to do more. Had a bad history with it with doing more being boring and punishing. I might have nodded only… Only she watched me as she posed there. No matter what she said, that pose and more specifically that smile on her pleasant MILF face said differently.
“If I had a chance,” Pushing for more even though it made my heart beat, made me think what a shit friend I was. “I would promise that I would make it fun.”
“For you? Or me?”
“Well…” Eying her sexy pear shaped body, assuring myself of the intent of that pose. She wanted to be seduced! “That body,” Motioning to her delicious curves. “Guarantees it will be fun for me.” A happy sort of laugh escaped her, she had some response to that that she held onto when I brought up both hands. “But I know… What’s the hope of me getting it again if I don’t make it fun for you?”
“Hmm,” Taking that in before tapping at her lips a few times. “I gotta say… You probably are right,” While she still looked playful and happy she trembled with such nerves. “Just having that…” Her turn to motion at me, to my body. My nineteen year old body. “It would be fun, even if it doesn’t turn out to be as fulfilling as I’d want it to be.”
“So… Is that a yes?” My question just got a playful shrug from her.
Taking that first step towards her, wow did I remember that being about the most effort I’ve ever put into anything. Mentally and physically. She bit her bottom lip as soon as I did, the second step took a lot of effort, it was my friend’s freaking mom after all, but I got it done. There were thousands of things that I could have said but the only thing I could do was go to her, stop before her, pull her against me with my arm wrapped around her midsection, and then kiss her.
She came very willingly. Very much like an old movie she went from the wall to me, almost ragdoll-like. Before I was even to her mouth she was coming up to meet me. Then… Then I was kissing my friend’s mom! There was a hint of toothpaste there, mine or hers I couldn’t be certain and didn’t think about for long. As her lips were against mine and we were kissing like it would save the world.