My Best Friend's Son *Closed*

[mytasteislikecandy]

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 dark brown, 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.

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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 much 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 thought to myself that she had excellent 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.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Caroline:

I noticed Marcus' eyes flickering over my outfit, and a warm flush spread through me at the thought of him getting pleasure from seeing me dressed the way I was. I could only imagine what his reaction was going to be when he saw me naked. And I hoped to make that happen soon.

We entered the kitchen and I told him to have a seat at the table. Asking him what he wanted to drink, I turned to the refrigerator and opened the door. Standing in the cool draft, I felt my nipples harden and pucker under the lacy material of my bra, and I wondered if they were visible to him.

His mumbled request for iced tea let me know that he had noticed my reaction to the cold air. Smiling to myself, I bent into the fridge, pretending to search for the pitcher of tea while it sat on the shelf directly in front of my face. My skirt had slid up slightly, revealing the rounded bottom of my ass and the expanse of my creamy thighs to his searching gaze. I could almost feel his eyes roving over the exposed skin and I shivered from the intensity of the feeling. Finally deciding he'd had enough, I pulled the tea from the shelf and closed the door. Moving to the cabinet, I stretched up to retrieve a glass and then moved back to the freezer. Marcus' eyes never left me as I performed the mundane tasks of filling his glass with ice and pouring the iced tea. Setting the drink in front of him, I pulled the chair beside him out and sat down. Crossing my legs directly in front of him, I smoothed my skirt down and then lifted my eyes to his face. He didn't notice at first because his eyes were locked onto the length of thigh that had been displayed when I crossed my legs.

Clearing my throat, I chuckled a bit as his gaze jerked from my lap up to my face. I could almost see the embarassment on his face as our eyes met.

Ignoring the moment, I asked, "So, Marcus, tell me how you've been? I haven't seen you very much this summer--keeping busy?"

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[kamalw1]

I could not keep my eyes off of Caroline's ass and thighs as I followed her into the kitchen and sat down. When Caroline was in the fridge getting the drinks, I felt that familiar feeling in my pants growing again as the bottom of her ass peeked out from underneath her skirt. Before she turned back towards me, I reached down and adjusted my hard cock, making sure it wasn't sticking straight up in my shorts, although it still caused a noticable bulge if you looked.

When she sat next to me and crossed her legs, I had trouble taking my eyes off her thighs. She was a very sexxy older woman, and I found my heart beating a little faster. "Well," I said as I looked up into her eyes and responded to her question, "I have just been trying to keep busy doing jobs around the neighborhood." I dropped one of my hands down to my side, trying to appear relaxed, and my hand briefly brushed against Caroline's thigh. I tried to disregard the contact, but it obviously rattled me a bit as I stammered out, "S-s-s-so how have you been? Things around here going okay?"

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Caroline:

"Oh, yes, things are just fine Marcus. A bit boring, as usual, but I'm used to it. Getting older definitely isn't fun. Enjoy your youth while you can, dear. It slips away faster than you think. Why it seems like just yesterday that my first boyfriend and I....well, nevermind. That's not a story WE need to be discussing." I patted his thigh, my eyes flickering down over the noticeable bulge in his shorts. He definitely seemed to be living up to what I'd imagined. Now, if only I could see it in the flesh, so to speak.

When his fingers had brushed over my bare skin, I'd almost attacked him then. But I knew I needed to play it cool if I was going to get him to do this willingly and without qualms.

"So, ready for some dinner Marcus? Getting hungry yet?"

 

[kamalw1]

"Yeah, Caroline. I can eat a lot tonight," I said. I then realized what I said and tried to clarify it. "I mean, I've been busy all day and worked up an appettite." I then thought to myself how going on like that must have made me look even sillier. Why am I so worried about looking silly in front of Caroline?, I thought to myself. I already knew the answer, though.

I glanced down at Caroline's chest and saw her erect nipples poking through her blouse. This caused my dick to twitch in my pants. Brief flashes went through my mind of what it would be like to see what was under the bra. I decided to try to act as cool and normal as possible and hoped that she didn't notice anything unusual about how I was acting. I stood up and held out my hand to her. "Here, let me help you fix the plates."

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Caroline:

"Sure, that'd be great Marcus. You should give my son some lessons. He never offers to help do anything around here. I guess I should let you know that when I invited you over tonight I did so with a few ulterior motives in mind." When he looked at me quizically I grinned and said, "The light in my bedroom closet is broken and I'd like you to look at it. That is, if you don't mind?"

Marcus laughed and nodded. "Sure Caroline, I'd be glad to."

I laughed too and then handed him a plate. "Help yourself sweetheart. You know, make yourself at home."

After he'd made his dinner and settled back at the table, I fixed myself a small serving and sat beside him. When I noticed his gaze on my plate, I smiled self-consciously. "Watching my figure, you know. Getting old has made me gain a little weight and I'm trying to slim down again. Martin hasn't been to happy with my body lately, so I thought....." I allowed my voice to trail off when I realized what I was saying. He didn't wanna hear the woes of an overweight housewife trapped in an unhappy marriage.

 

[kamalw1]

"Mrs. Winters, I mean Caroline, that is crazy," I said to her. "You couldn't have gained much weight. And if you don't mind me saying so, you are still very good looking." I stopped after saying that, and stuffed a forkful of spaghetti in my mouth before I could say anything else.

We sat there eating, trying to make small talk. I tried not to be too obvious when I kept glancing at Caroline's chest. From my angle, I could see a little bit into the gap between two buttons and caught glimpses of her full milky breasts covered by her black lace bra. I just wanted to clear the table and lay her down on it, but I shook those thoughts away. After all, she was my mom's best friend.

After we finished eating, we stood up to clear the dishes. As she stood in front of the dishwasher and bent over to open it, I slid by behind her, my bulge brushing up against her ass. I quickly gave her my plate and looked away from her. "So, how about you show me that light now?" Caroline smiled at me and led the way upstairs to her bedroom.