Summer break from school, guy and his gf get sex lessons from his best friend's mom

[jjdajetplayne]

Been looking for this for years. No idea where it was posted, assume it was here. Circa 2003-2007?

Main points I remember:
-A guy is on summer break from high school.
-His best friend is off to summer camp.
-He has a GF, her parents run a motel/hotel, she works there during the summer.
-Sometimes they have sex in the rooms after cleaning them.
-They go to his friend's mom's house (don't remember why exactly, maybe they see her at the motel with a man who isn't her husband?)
-She takes him into the kitchen and makes him a man (more or less).
-In subsequent meetings he brings his gf and she teaches them sex techniques.
-I think it takes place in the kitchen?
-Maybe she ties him to a chair?
-I think at some point the mom uses a cock ring on him?
-Might be a creampie for the mom in the end?

That's about all I remember, sorry I don't have any names or setting. I've searched extensively, this story is my white whale. Really appreciate any help or any suggestions as to where I might continue my search.

 

[darwin1859]

If you're correct about the timeframe, I doubt that the story's still here (assuming it ever was). There are only about 100 stories with these keywords in that timeframe (at least 16 years ago) and none of them look likely.

 

[donaldelliott11]

I think it was "My Best Friend's Mother" by Cinque Manson. I have no clue where to find it. Here is an excerpt; maybe that will help you.

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She jumped up, and I followed. We went out of the office, back towards the laundry room. I was confused, but game. Linda dug into the pocket of her hip huggers, found what she wanted, and entered the humid room filled with the roar of the dryers. Linda let the heavy door of the laundry room click shut behind us.

She put a key into the lock of what I had always assumed to be a closet door, and flipped a switch. A dim light played through the opening.

She looked over her shoulder, flipping her long blond hair toward me.

"C'mon", she whispered.

I walked through the door and she closed it behind me.

We weren't in a closet, but a long narrow hallway. I peered through the gloom, and saw half a dozen rectangles of light reflecting on the back wall. Linda took my hand, brought her other to her mouth and motioned for me to be quiet with a finger to her lips.

We walked to the first rectangle of light. It was a window, or more accurately a one-way mirror, looking into one of the rooms. We were overlooking the head of a bed, on which some old bald guy lay snoring in his underwear. An open bottle of vodka sat on the nightstand to his right. A suitcase was open on the floor, its contents haphazardly splayed as if his clothing had exploded. Linda pulled me further down the corridor.

The next room was empty; we'd made the bed and emptied the ashtrays not half an hour before. We walked stealthily up to the next window. We stopped dead in our tracks.

Another man lay on the bed, but he wasn't asleep. He was nude. I wasn't a very good judge of age at that point, but I could tell he wasn't as old as my father.

He was smoking a cigarette, and idly playing with his penis, which was thick although semi-hard. I looked at Linda. She was staring openly at the man's cock. Just then, the bathroom door opened and a woman stepped out. She seemed quite a bit younger than the man, and she won my undivided attention. She wasn't naked, but she wore some sort of underwear contraptions I had never seen outside of Penthouse magazines. She had on a corset, stockings, and garters. Her tits pointed proud and uncovered over the corset top, and she wore no panties.

She stood at the foot of the bed and ran her hands up her sides, showing off for the man, until she held her arms straight above her head. This had a dual effect, it brought the man on the bed's penis to full length and mine as well. I gulped, and Linda put her finger over my lips this time as a reminder to make no sound.

The woman in the room lowered herself to the bed, and walked up between the man's spread legs on her knees.

She took hold of his penis, and stroked it lightly, holding it to one side to admire it. I looked at Linda. She admired it too, licking her lips. The woman stroked it, holding it upright, and then squeezed it so that the huge purple head became shiny and taut.

Then she leaned forward and put it in her mouth.

My left hand, the one farthest from Linda, wandered to my crotch, and I unconsciously rubbed my dick through my cut offs.

It was stifling hot in the narrow hallway, and sweat poured down my face. I stole a glance at Linda, and she was dripping. Her sheer blouse was sopping now, and her nipples showed through as if they were peering through holes cut for that purpose. Again our eyes met, and then Linda looked down and saw my left hand gripping my hardon. Linda took hold of the hem of her blouse and pulled it off.
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[jjdajetplayne]

I think it was "My Best Friend's Mother" by Cinque Manson. I have no clue where to find it. Here is an excerpt; maybe that will help you.

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She jumped up, and I followed. We went out of the office, back towards the laundry room. I was confused, but game. Linda dug into the pocket of her hip huggers, found what she wanted, and entered the humid room filled with the roar of the dryers. Linda let the heavy door of the laundry room click shut behind us.

She put a key into the lock of what I had always assumed to be a closet door, and flipped a switch. A dim light played through the opening.

She looked over her shoulder, flipping her long blond hair toward me.

"C'mon", she whispered.

I walked through the door and she closed it behind me.

We weren't in a closet, but a long narrow hallway. I peered through the gloom, and saw half a dozen rectangles of light reflecting on the back wall. Linda took my hand, brought her other to her mouth and motioned for me to be quiet with a finger to her lips.

We walked to the first rectangle of light. It was a window, or more accurately a one-way mirror, looking into one of the rooms. We were overlooking the head of a bed, on which some old bald guy lay snoring in his underwear. An open bottle of vodka sat on the nightstand to his right. A suitcase was open on the floor, its contents haphazardly splayed as if his clothing had exploded. Linda pulled me further down the corridor.

The next room was empty; we'd made the bed and emptied the ashtrays not half an hour before. We walked stealthily up to the next window. We stopped dead in our tracks.

Another man lay on the bed, but he wasn't asleep. He was nude. I wasn't a very good judge of age at that point, but I could tell he wasn't as old as my father.

He was smoking a cigarette, and idly playing with his penis, which was thick although semi-hard. I looked at Linda. She was staring openly at the man's cock. Just then, the bathroom door opened and a woman stepped out. She seemed quite a bit younger than the man, and she won my undivided attention. She wasn't naked, but she wore some sort of underwear contraptions I had never seen outside of Penthouse magazines. She had on a corset, stockings, and garters. Her tits pointed proud and uncovered over the corset top, and she wore no panties.

She stood at the foot of the bed and ran her hands up her sides, showing off for the man, until she held her arms straight above her head. This had a dual effect, it brought the man on the bed's penis to full length and mine as well. I gulped, and Linda put her finger over my lips this time as a reminder to make no sound.

The woman in the room lowered herself to the bed, and walked up between the man's spread legs on her knees.

She took hold of his penis, and stroked it lightly, holding it to one side to admire it. I looked at Linda. She admired it too, licking her lips. The woman stroked it, holding it upright, and then squeezed it so that the huge purple head became shiny and taut.

Then she leaned forward and put it in her mouth.

My left hand, the one farthest from Linda, wandered to my crotch, and I unconsciously rubbed my dick through my cut offs.

It was stifling hot in the narrow hallway, and sweat poured down my face. I stole a glance at Linda, and she was dripping. Her sheer blouse was sopping now, and her nipples showed through as if they were peering through holes cut for that purpose. Again our eyes met, and then Linda looked down and saw my left hand gripping my hardon. Linda took hold of the hem of her blouse and pulled it off.
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OMG, you are amazing! This is the story, I cannot tell you how long I have been looking for this. This will be invaluable in my search to find the full story. Thank you so much!!

 

[Mandlovu]

It was on ASSM in July 2002. Those stories are part of ASSTR.

 

[jjdajetplayne]

It was on ASSM in July 2002. Those stories are part of ASSTR.

You guys are awesome! I did a quick search and found it. Here's a link in case anyone else wants to read it:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cinque_Manson/www/MyBestFriendsMom.htm

I think this one is solved. Thanks eveyone!

 

[donaldelliott11]

And I'm happy to see a way to get old ASSTR stories, now that The Internet Archive got its panties in a twist and exiled asstr.org!