My Best Friend's Son *CLOSED*

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Closed for Kamalw1 and myself....feel free to enjoy.

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Caroline Winters, 41, 5'5, 140 lbs. 38D breasts, small waist, full hips. The classic "hourglass" figure. Her hair is honey blonde, still natural, and falls to mid back, eyes are wide and still young looking, a lovely shade of hazel. She is married with two children, ages 20 and 18. Her husband is a pilot, and is away often, so much so that she's almost forgotten what a marriage is supposed to be. Her next door neighbor is her best friend, and has been for 20 years. She is black, with a son of her own, who is 18 like her own daughter. Caroline has helped Monica, her best friend, with her child just as Monica was always willing to help with Caroline's. But now that Monica's boy is a "man", Caroline has been finding herself thinking of him in ways that she shouldn't...yet for some reason, she doesn't feel any regret. Instead, she begins to plan for his seduction.

IC

Monica's been my best friend for years. Ever since college. Well, ever since I dropped out of college to become the loving housewife I've become. Ok, maybe not loving either...just a housewife. I don't know when it happened, but at some point, my husband and I drifted apart, yet neither of us mentioned it. He flew, came home, slept on his side of the bed, but nothing else. We rarely even spoke, except when necessary. But after 22 years of marriage, what more could I expect? And a divorce was out of the question. Martin and I would just have to carry on, living in our seperate worlds in the same house.

But back to Monica. She's the sweetest woman ever, and has been through some rough times. Her husband left her for a younger woman, and ever since, she's been in and out of a deep depression. I've helped however I can, but it doesn't seem to do much. Sometimes I know she doesn't even take care of her son, but he is 18. However, he's still a big kid, so I find myself watching out for him quite often. He joins us for dinner, helping me set the table and clean up afterwards, which is more than I can say for my own two children, Lindsey and Chris. Lindsey is my 18 year old, the same age as Monica's son...and Chris is 20, in college. They both still live at home though, so my job as a mother isn't over yet.

Lately, though, I've noticed things about Marcus that I shouldn't be noticing. How tall he's become, how smooth his chocolatey skin looks under my kitchen light, how pretty and wide his smile is. He used to be a skinny little boy who would hang upside down from the tree in his front yard waving at me as I left the house to do my errands. Now, he was a full grown man, and his presence always made me a little weak in the knees. I didn't think too much of it, thinking it was just a lack of sex that made me noticed little things about men that I normally wouldn't have. But then I realized that the only man I paid attention to WAS Marcus. Him and him alone. At that realization, I grew scared, worried that I was evil and wrong. I tried to stay away, but it was like I was a moth, and he was a candle; I couldn't keep my distance.

I let it go for a few weeks, hoping that it would evaporate just as quickly as it had come, this attraction for my best friend's son, but it didn't. Instead, it grew stronger. I found myself masturbating to thoughts of Marcus licking me, sucking on my tits, fucking me from behind. The orgasms I had while thoughts of his big cock filled my mind were out of this world. And that's when I realized I had to have him.

I chose a day I knew my kid's wouldn't be home till late, and my husband was on an overnight trip to Boston. Monica had been locked in her room for days, and I was sure that Marcus could use a good homecooked meal. I prepared his favorite, my special spaghetti and meatballs. I dressed with great care that night, dressier than he'd ever seen me. A short black skirt that showcased my still firm behind and my shapely calves. My shirt was white, a plain button down, but it fitted nicely, and my lacy black bra was barely visible through the thin material. I wondered if he'd even notice?

When all my preparations were ready, I called over to their house, holding my breath until his deep voice answered.

"Marcus, hi, this is Caroline. I've made dinner, and I just found out the kids can't come home till late. I don't want it to go to waste, and I know you're probably dying for some of my spaghetti. Why don't you come join me for dinner?"

He immediately accepted, thanking me politely, and told me he'd be over in a few minutes. I hung up the phone, swallowing hard, as I thought about what was hopefully about to occur. With the thoughts of Marcus floating through my head, I felt my pussy dampen, and I knew that tonight would be one neither of us would forget.

 

[kamalw1]

OOC: Marcus Thompson, 6'2", 175 lbs, and muscular. He has chocolate-toned skin, medium brown eyes, and dark brown hair, which is usually cut close. He goes to a local college, and to save money, stays a home with his mom, Monica.

IC: For a long as I can remember, Mrs. Winters from next door had always been a part of my life. She and my mom had been best friends, and I grew to be best friends with her kids, Lindsey and Chris. In fact, they were basically siblings to me. We would ride our bikes to school together when we were younger and have sleepovers at each other's houses.

Since we were so close, it seemed natural to me that Mrs. Winters, who insisted that I call her Caroline, was as muh a part of my life as her kids were. She would often invite me over for dinner, and sometimes helped me out with problems that I would have. For these reasons, I never thought twice about helping her out with different things arond the house.

When Mrs. Winters called me over for dinner that night, I tought to mysel that she had excellen timing. I was about to go out and grab somthing to eat anyway. I ran upstairs and threw on a pair of shorts and a tank-top. The shorts showed off my legs, which have been toned from the sports I played in school, and the tank-top accentuated the muscles that I had worked for.

I left out of my front door and walked across the front yard to their house. I knocked on the door and waited for her to answer. When Mrs. Winters opened the door, I was a little surprised at what she was wearing. The outfit that she was wearing caused me to look at parts of her that I had until now not paid attention too. "Um, h-h-h-hi Mrs. Winters," I managed to stammer out. She gave me a knowing look. "I'm sorry, I meant Caroline," I said, smiling. She opened up her arms and I went in for a hug. As I did, I realized that a certain part of my manhood had been awakened by her and was pressing against her as we embraced. I just hoped that she would not notice. She turned around and led me in towards the kitchen, holding my hand. I looked down and noticed her shapely ass and the way it moved as she walked. I felt a little nervous for thinking these thoughts, and tried to put them out of my mind as we entered the kitchen.

 

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Caroline:

When I answered the door and saw Marcus standing there, his biceps bare and a huge smile on his face, I almost jumped him. He was so damned sexy, and what made it even better was the fact that he didn't seem to notice. I opened my arms for a hug, and he stepped into them eagerly, wrapping those strong young arms around me and squeezing tight. My eyes widened when I felt his erection straining against the front of his shorts. Wow! It felt as big as I'd imagined. And I was glad to see for the first time that I had some sort of effect on him. He was aroused by our hug. Interesting!

"Come on in Marcus. I'll have dinner completely ready in a few minutes. What did you want to drink?" I led him down the hall into my kitchen, which was darker than usual. I hoped he didn't think it was odd that I only had the light above the stove on, and a few candles burning on the table. Obvious, I know, but if he asked, I was going to tell him the overhead light was burnt out, and that I hadn't been able to get Chris to fix it.

Marcus sat at the round table in the corner, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his arm over the back of the chair. He looked so relaxed sitting there, his eyes following me as I made my way around the kitchen, stirring the sauce, checking the bread, just doing the routine things that it took to make dinner. Nobody, not even my husband, had looked at me like that in a long time. It made my heart beat faster, and my nipples became hard. Swallowing, I made two plates and carried them to the dining table, setting one in front of him and the other at the setting right beside his. I noticed his eyes drop to the front of my blouse where I was sure my hardened nipples were straining to be released from their constraints. I pretended not to notice his gaze as I slid into my chair, crossing my legs, and asking, "So, Marcus. How've you been? I haven't seen you in a little bit, are things going okay?"

His eyes snapped up from my breasts to my face, and I could tell he was a bit embarrassed. Again, I ignored it, just smiling at him as if I hadn't noticed his intrigued stare.

 

[kamalw1]

The first thing I noticed when walking into the kitchen was the dark lighting. I was going to mention it when my attention turned towards watching Caroline move around the kitchen as she fixed dinner. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself totake my eyes off of her body. It got even worse when she turned around and I saw her erect nipples poking out through her blouse. I shifted in my seat, trying to release the pressure of my erect shaft straining against the fabric of my shorts.

I kept my eyes on Caroline's nipples as she sat down. Her words snapped me back into reality. "Oh, I am fine," I managed to say. I was proud of myself for not stammering this time. "I am just busy with my classes. I'm sorry I haven't had a lot of time lately to hang around here." After saying this, I scooped up a pile of spaghetti onto the fork and shoveled it into my mouth. I was aware of Caroline watching me, and I smiled at her. "Mmmm, this is great spaghetti, Caroline, as usual." She smiled at me and said thanks.

As we continued eating and talking, I thought I saw an unspoken message in her eyes, but I wasn't quite sure. It's probably just my imagination, I thought to myself. I breathed deeply and tried to bring myself to relax.

 

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Caroline:

Marcus ate swiftly, like all teenage men do. I loved watching him enjoy something I'd prepared so thoroughly, and I picked at my own food as he devoured his. When he was finished, I silently refilled his empty plate, and he grinned at me.

"I'm glad you're enjoying dinner Marcus. I'm about to have a glass of wine. Would you like one? I won't tell your mother." I said, winking at him. He nodded and I rose from my chair, smoothing my skirt down around my hips. Going to the tall cabinet which held all my crystal and other delicate dishes, I stood on tiptoe, struggling to reach the wine glasses on the very top shelf. Usually, I would just pull out the step stool as I'd done many times before, and which Marcus knew was sitting right behind the cabinet, but this time I didn't. I wanted him to help me, to come up behind me and brush his body over mine as we both reached for the sparkling glasses I'd placed just out of reach earlier in the day.

 

[kamalw1]

I smiled as Caroline got up to get the glasses for the wine. I watched as she strained to reach the glasses on the top shelf. I sat there, admirering her ass, until I decided to get up and help her. I made sure that my cock wasn't creating a tent effect in my shorts before I walked over to where the step stool was. "Here, Caroline, let me help you," I said as I put the stool in position for her to step up on. I knelt behind her and watched as she stepped up and reached for the glasses. I instinctively stood up and put my hands on her sides to help steady her while she was on the stool. She looked back at me and, with a smile on her face, said, "Thank you."

As Caroline came back down, my hands remained at her sides. I was so memerized by the feel of her waist in my hands that I forgot to move, and she backed up into me. We stayed there for a brief moment, her ass pressed against my groin, until I shook my head and released my hands. She turned around and looked into my eyes. I returned her gaze briefly while smiling shyly and then, moving around her, I bent over to pick up the stool and return it to its place. She was already at the table pouring the wine when I turned back around and sat down in my chair.

 

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Caroline:

Feeling his young body pressed against mine had me shaking. He felt so good, so hard rubbing over my backside that I had to clutch the glasses tightly to keep from dropping them. Marcus folded the stool and put it back while I began to pour us both glasses of the chilled chardonnay I'd bought just for this occassion. I wanted him relaxed, not drunk by any means, but more open to my seduction. I shivered at the thought of that big cock tenting up his shorts invading my body. How I wanted him!

I pulled my chair a bit closer to his, and sat down, crossing my legs. Our knees brushed, but I didn't move, allowing our skin to press against each others as we sat at the table. "So, Marcus. How's your love life? Still dating that cute Debbie chick?"

Fingering the top button on my blouse, I pretended not to notice as it slipped through the buttonhole. My blouse opened a bit wider, revealing the tops of my full breasts and a bit of the lacy black bra I was wearing. I sipped my wine, my eyes on his, hoping he got the message I was trying to send. He was a smart boy, and I was sure that it wouldn't take him long to realize that I was offering him my body. I only hoped he took me up on the offer.

 

[kamalw1]

I was a little surprised when she moved closer to me. My heart started beating faster when our knees began touching, but I didn't want to move. I sipped my wine before I answered her question. "Um, no, I'm not seeing Debbie anymore. We, um, kinda broke up." Normally I wouldn't mind talking to Caroline about my love life, but watching as more of her breasts and the top of her bra became more revealed, I felt a stirring start somewhere inside me.

As I continued to sip my wine, I absent-mindedly put my hand on my leg. I felt the smoothness of her leg as my hand brushed against her knee. My breathing became a little deeper. I decided to pul my gaze away from her cleavage and look up into her eyes. The hazel orbs seemed to look deep into mine. As we continued talking, I started stammering a little. I began hoping that she wouldn't notice how nervous I was becoming.

 

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Caroline:

I could hear the nervousness in Marcus' voice, and I knew then that I was having an effect on him. His dark eyes flickered back and forth between my breasts and my eyes, and I smiled as his increasing arousal grew even more apparent.

I leaned forward, my blouse gaping open, and rested my hand on his knee. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that baby. Are you ok? Did Debbie do something to you?" I asked.

I could feel the heat of his gaze on my now almost completely exposed breasts and the thought made me flush with pleasure. This 18 year old man wanted ME! His 41 year old neighbor, his mom's best friend, and his best friend's mother. My pussy spasmed at the thought and my fingers involuntarily clenched on the flesh of his knee. I looked down at where my pale hand rested on his dark leg and swallowed hard. The effect he was having on me had me weak, and I couldn't wait for one of us to make a move. The sexual tension in the room was becoming unbearable, and I knew Marcus could feel it too, because I could see his erection straining against the fabric of his loose shorts. If he didn't make a move soon, I was going to have to take care of it myself.

 

[kamalw1]

I felt my heart pounding within my chest as Caroline leaned forward more, exposing more of her cleavage. The spot where her hand rested on my leg felt like it was on fire. I noticed her glance down at the bulging package underneath the fabric of my shorts, but oddly enough, I didn't want to move. I couldn't decipher through all the thoughts running through my mind. How was it possible that I was having sexual feelings towards Mrs. Winters? More importantly, why didn't I feel ashamed about them?

I decided to see if the attraction was mutual. I leaned in a little closer towards her. "No, it's not that she did anything to me," I said, looking into her eyes, "I just felt like she wasn't right for me. Do you understand what I mean?"