Our Best Friend's Mom
Author's Note: I wrote this at crazyjohn's request. He wanted to see something written about a mother who is a stripper having sex with a couple of her son's friends. So, this is what I came up with. I sincerely hope the readers can enjoy it.
Jack is our very best friend. Janice is his mom. His mom is our mom, too, in a way. She's the coolest. Every guy wants a mom like her. She's beautiful, athletic, and always full of positive energy. She didn't have a husband, and Jack never had a dad. Well, of course he had a dad, but never had a real dad, if you catch my drift. It was always just her. But that didn't matter. She was like a mom and a dad, both rolled up into one person. Because of her, we love hanging out at Jack's house.
It's our summer break and we're back at home after finishing our freshman year at college. To be quite honest, I was more excited about seeing Janice than my own family. But now I don't think of her as a mom any more, I think of her differently. Lately I've been having fantasies about her.
Before leaving for college I was at the house and accidentally saw her in the bedroom, changing into workout clothes for her afternoon run. Janice is the prettiest mom I've ever seen. She has long dark hair, a slender, well-toned body, and a great demeanor. I always knew these things. But I never knew, until that day, how striking her beauty actually was.
My penis immediately swelled as I gazed at her naked body. I felt guilty, but being nineteen it was so hard not to stare. And the longer I did, the harder I got. She had great legs, and a firm ass. When she bent over I got a nice peek at her compressed pussy lips. It was easy to imagine myself touching her there. It was such a pretty sight.
Then, when she turned around, I saw her firm breasts and nipples. My heart skipped a beat as I admired those amazing boobs. Janice looked like a goddess. I gawked, eyes wide open, at the jiggling swells. The light brown tips looked awesome!
At some point my hand must have reached down, because I suddenly realized that I was squeezing on my cock through the crotch of my jeans. I glanced down and looked at the large, throbbing bulge. When my eyes moved back to Janice, she was looking right at me and smiling. I froze like a marble statue. My face got really hot. If there was a large enough rock nearby, I would've tried crawling under it.
But she didn't look mad, or annoyed, even. Her smile appeared genuine. Her hands cupped both boobs, and her fingers teased the nipples, making them hard. My hand began squeezing on my erect cock harder. Even as embarrassed as I was, I couldn't turn away. My eyes were riveted to Janice's nude form.
Still facing the partially open doorway, she stepped back and sat on the edge of her bed. Her legs shifted apart, exposing her pussy. There was no bush, just a trimmed, thin rectangular patch that flanked lovely pink lips. One hand lowered. Two fingers parted the folds, exposing her narrow slit. It was easy to imagine pushing my cock into her body.
She motioned me forward, but I was too scared. Instead I turned and hurried away. That was the last time I saw her. And I still kick myself in the ass, as I have every day since, for not having the guts to go to her when I had the chance. In hindsight I'm pretty confident that I would've gotten laid by our best friend's mom.
And now it's summer again and the two of us are ready for some fun. Yeah, I said the two of us. Jack found himself a girlfriend and is spending a few weeks with her family. So at the moment it's just Trent and me. But that's okay. We don't need Jack to find trouble. It usually finds us.
They say that what happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas. But that's not so comforting when you live there. Calling Vegas home had a few disadvantages, but there were also some positive things. There was no better place for a couple of sexually obsessed guys to hang out and watch the passing girls than the strip. And that's precisely where Trent and I spent our first evening at home.
"We should've stopped by and seen Janice," Trent mentioned.
I hadn't seen her since that day I saw "all" of her. In a way I was anxious to see her again too, but a part of me still found it difficult facing her after that day. Of course I'd have to eventually, but putting it off a few more days couldn't hurt, either.
"Come on, let's walk," Trent suggested.
We strolled down the boulevard enjoying the sight of pretty girls. On impulse, while passing by a row of erotic advertising circulars, I reached in and grabbed one.
"You are getting desperate," Trent remarked. "Are you going to pay to get laid for your first time?"
"I just like looking," I told him.
Actually, I liked the pictures, not that I'd ever tell him that. I glanced through the brochure as we walked, looking up periodically so as not to miss a chance at catching the sight of more cute girls. After flipping through several pages, I stumbled on something that I never thought I'd see.
"Holy shit!"
Trent stopped and turned toward me. "What?"
I was still in shock. "Holy shit!"
Trent looked aggravated. "Stop kidding around."
He grabbed the booklet from my hands and looked at what had supposedly shocked me. "Holy shit!"
* * * * *
We sat in Trent's bedroom and tried to figure things out. We each had a copy of the circular and kept looking at the color picture. Janice looked exceptionally hot. Her long dark hair was nicely styled with slight curls, and then feathered back along the sides of her very pretty face. She was suggestively sucking on a finger with those full lips. Her green eyes looked so sultry.
Janice's athletic body was dressed in a short, tight, hip-hugging pink dress. The top was opened enough to reveal her gorgeous cleavage. The fabric clutched her breasts so tightly that the imprint of her large nipples was readily apparent. There was a diamond-shaped opening that exposed a small portion of her flat belly and showed off a shiny diamond belly-button piercing. It was undeniably sexy. Below the flare of those curvaceous hips, her well-toned legs were revealed.
"Jack mentioned she does modeling in the evenings," Trent recalled. "I mean just because her picture is in here doesn't mean she works there. There's no way she's a stripper."
I was skeptical. "She looks hot enough to be one. Why not? It's not like she's married or anything. Janice can do whatever she wants to, right?"
"Yeah, she can, but she wouldn't," Trent stated with complete confidence.
I would've thought the same thing if not for that last time I saw her, naked, exposing herself to me. Maybe she gets off doing that? And to think that I probably could've fucked her, too. It would've been neat losing my cherry to her.
"I say we call." Did I just say that?
"You're sitting next to the phone; go right ahead," Trent said in a challenging tone, "unless you're too chicken."
I picked up the advertisement and looked at Janice's image once more. I felt my penis stirring. Was that what I had given up when I had my shot at her? I nodded my head in disbelief. Jack's mom looked ravishing. My eyes moved down from the picture and located the number. My fingers were nervously trembling as I punched the buttons.
Trent reached over and interrupted my dialing. "If she works there, I'll pay for it. But if she doesn't, then you owe me, oh, let's say fifty bucks."
"Fifty bucks?!" I exclaimed. That was a lot of money for somebody that didn't have much to begin with.
"Hey, you're the one that's so damned confident, so prove it!" he said, challenging me for a second time.
I glanced at him, at the advertisement, and back at the telephone keypad. I nodded my agreement to the gamble and finished entering the number.
"Exotic Nights, Julia speaking," a sexy-sounding female voice greeted me.
"Yes, hello, I'm interested in arranging for a stripper," I heard myself saying. "But I want a certain one. She's in your current advertisement that I'm looking at. I don't see a name anywhere, but she's wearing a pink dress with an opening around her belly button."
There was a brief hesitation. My heart began pounding. I sensed that the moment of truth was at hand. I heard rustling of papers in the background, and muffled voices. My mind raced. Oh please, please, don't tell me that it's only a picture. Tell me she works there!
"Thanks for holding. That's Jasmine. She's part-time, evenings only, so you have to book her at least two days in advance. Would you like to do that now?"
I was momentarily stunned. "Uh, sure, I guess."
"I'll have to bill you now, is that okay?"
"Yeah, hold on for a second," I told her, then turned to Trent wearing a big grin on my face. "I need your credit card."
Trent's jaw dropped and his eyes widened in total shock. "There's no way! You're messing with me!"
I gestured for him to pay up. "Her working name is Jasmine. Pretty, don't you think? Come on, she won't hold on forever!"
Trent very reluctantly pulled out his wallet and handed me the card. I read off the numbers, waited as she read them back for verification purposes, and then set the appointment for Thursday evening at 7:00 p.m.
"How much did you just put on my card?" Trent asked, uncertain if he even wanted to know the extent of the financial damage.
"$250, but I was promised that I wouldn't be disappointed," I revealed. It was an awful lot of money, but it was all his idea to begin with. Trent should've kept his mouth shut.
"Damn!" he exclaimed. "If it's not her, you're refunding me that money and paying up the other fifty, you know!"
I waved him off. "Yeah, yeah, we'll see on Thursday."
* * * * *
Thursday couldn't get here fast enough. And when I finally did wake up on Thursday morning, 7:00 p.m. felt like it was still days away. The hours dragged by. My parents were elated when I mowed both the front and back yards, and helped my father clean out the garage. Keeping busy was the only way I could figure out not to just sit and slowly go insane as each second painfully ticked away.
Once those chores were finished, my father slipped me a twenty in thanks for my efforts. Hey, I wasn't looking for payment, but that fit quite nicely into my nearly empty wallet.
I hooked up with Trent after dinner and we hung out at his house. His parents and younger brother were on vacation until the following week, which left it conveniently empty. We played video games to kill the time, and shortly before 7:00 got ready for Jasmine's arrival. She was right on time.
The doorbell startled us. It coincided with the sweeping second hand of the living room clock crossing over the number twelve. The two events were perfectly synchronized. I couldn't have done that if I tried.
We both got up and walked to the door, making a point of not acting overeager. But I know that my heart was pounding and my palms were all sweaty. I was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a rocking chair store. When Trent opened the door, we both immediately confirmed that Jack's mom really was a stripper.
"Good evening, boys," she greeted them in a professional voice. Her face was smiling but otherwise emotionless. It was almost as if she had expected to see us. "I was hoping you'd drop by the house and say hello, not hire me for something like this. But this works too."
Trent stood beside the door, his face frozen in a weird look of surprise, shock, and happiness all at the same time. He was speechless. When Janice saw his expression, she smiled in her usual motherly way and kissed his cheek.
"I take it you weren't expecting to see me," she guessed. "That's okay, Trent, it's just a job; a rather well-paying one, at that. Come on, let's give you the show that you two boys are paying for."
Janice turned her attention to me. Her mouth moved to my left ear. Her lips briefly nibbled on the lobe. My penis anxiously stirred as the fingers of her hand brushed over my crotch.
"I believe in second chances, Will, but you won't get a third, if you know what I mean."
"But, Trent..." I started, and trailed off.
The fingers were now rubbing on my awakening penis. It grew in size as it hardened.
Janice softly chuckled. "I think I'm woman enough to handle you two."
She straightened up and moved her arms around their waists. "Show me where I can change, and where you'd like to see my show."
A few minutes later we both shifted nervously on the couch. As instructed, we had moved a long, decorative coffee table away from the couch and to the center of the room. Janice kept us waiting for almost fifteen minutes. Each one seemed unbearably long.
"I can't believe this is happening," Trent finally spoke. He'd been stunned and silent since opening the front door.
"Me neither," I admitted. Who would've thought that Janice would give me a second shot at her after screwing up the first one?
We stared down the hallway. Trent had shown her to his room, and we were anxiously waiting for it to open. Finally it did. As Janice sauntered toward us we noticed the tiny and very sexy red dress that she was wearing. Her bosom appeared very enticing. Janice's shapely legs had a reddish tinge from a pair of sheer stockings. She wore long red gloves and her feet were dressed in red stiletto shoes.
"Holy shit!" Trent exclaimed as it suddenly occurred to him that this really was happening.
My full attention was focused on my best friend's gorgeous mom. I was amazed at how incredibly sexy Janice looked. Her demure smile was very sexy. It conflicted with her outfit, which was anything but reserved.
"My clients never touch me, and I never touch them, is that understood?"
We both gestured our agreement.
"Good. Now listen to me, boys. You two are the only exceptions I'll ever make. You can touch me however you want, and I'll do the same. Don't be scared of trying anything that comes to mind, okay? Let's have fun with this. Think of it as your welcome home party."
I was surprised that she didn't swear us to secrecy or anything. We stared at her firm ass as she walked over to an end table and started a CD player. Slow, romantic music began playing. After adjusting the volume, her lithe body danced in rhythm to the lazy beat. I kept looking at her jiggling breasts and recalled what they looked like naked.
After a couple of minutes she advanced towards me. Her right leg lifted and was placed to my left. Janice leaned forward. Her perfume smelled so good.
Both my hands reached for her offered thigh. I caressed her supple, nylon-encased leg. My fingers started at the ankle, moved up the sleek calf, and then sampled her thigh. Leaning forward, my lips brushed along the inner thigh to the bottom edge of her short dress. She invitingly hiked it up, giving me a glimpse of her panty-clad crotch. My eyes were drawn to the view. I felt my cock swelling as tingling sensations filled my balls.
Her right foot moved to the center of my chest. She gently pushed me back. The stiletto heel slowly shifted down my stomach, and then teased the hard bulge in my pants before retracting. My heart and prick simultaneously pounded. My whole body felt uncomfortably warm as I was quickly overwhelmed with excitement.
She turned her attention to Trent next, putting on a similar display. There was an intense look on his face and he seemed uncomfortable with the situation. Trent didn't respond like I did, but that didn't detract any from Janice's show.
Remembering her encouraging words to try anything, I leaned over and began kissing the outside of Janice's raised left thigh. The stockings felt strange to my lips and tongue. My right hand traced along the bottom of her leg until it reached her pussy. I lightly rubbed on her sex through the panties. I could feel moist heat. After a few sexually charged moments she backed away.
While continuing to dance, she pulled the gloves off the tips of her fingers and slowly worked them off. Once removed, she tossed one at each of us. On impulse I pushed it down the front of my pants. Trent just placed his aside.
A few moments later, Janice focused on me again. I trembled when I saw her moving in. This time she knelt on the edge of the couch straddling my legs, pressing her breasts to my face. I breathed in deeply, enjoying her wondrous scent. My hands cupped the covered swells, squeezing on the mounds. Her mouth moved to my left ear. I could feel her hot breath, silky soft lips, and wet, flicking tongue teasing the circular ridges. I heard myself moaning as tingling heat built in my lower belly and balls. My head tilted, offering her improved access.
Janice lifted her bosom, rubbing it against my face. My tongue pushed into her cleavage and licked the inner sides of those firm globes. I felt a hand on my crotch, squeezing on my bulge. It felt great.
"I want my glove back," she said.
Her words must have been loud enough for Trent to overhear, because I noticed him anxiously shoving the other mitt down the front of his pants as I'd done.
There was pressure around my waist. I heard a soft popping, and the waistline of my jeans went limp. That was followed by an unmistakable zipping sound. Well, an unzipping sound, actually. I'm pretty sure they sound the same. But they feel so completely different. Her fingers next pulled the waistband of my briefs out and down over my throbbing cock.
A thrilling rush of excitement surged through me. I couldn't believe that a girl was about to touch me! My hard organ and tingling balls pulsated. And then I felt the most amazing thing in my entire life. Her soft fingers wrapped around my prick and gently stroked me.
Janice's mouth moved to my left ear. "Uhmm, you're so big. I love how you feel. I want you, Will."
I sat there, stunned, concentrating on the delightful sensations her fingers were generating inside my body. A finger smeared my oozing cum over the tip of my dick. I gasped and twitched from the intimate contact.
She pulled away and shifted her focus to Trent. After rubbing her boobs in his face, her hands reached down and loosened his pants. He was hard too. I watched, mesmerized, as her soft fingers pulled on his cock. A thick pearl bead formed on the head. She swiped at it with a finger. Her eyes turned to me as she painted her lips with Trent's cum, and then sucked the finger clean.
Janice turned her back to Trent and pointed at the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down. She stepped away from the couch and slowly pulled the skimpy red dress off. Bit by bit her red lace panties, garter belt, and bra were revealed. It was the most beautiful sight I'd ever witnessed.
She returned to the couch. After kicking off both shoes, Janice placed her left foot between my legs and against the base of my cock. She popped two fasteners open that attached the red nylon stocking to the garter belt and gestured for me to pull it off. I anxiously leaned forward and slowly rolled it down her leg. My lips kissed each patch of silky smooth skin as it was uncovered.
Her hands cradled the back of my head. Her angelic voice moaned, as if I was bringing her some wondrous pleasure. Me, a virgin; as if I could satisfy a real woman like Janice. But hearing her professions of delight turned me on nonetheless.
"Oh, Will, your mouth feels so good," she groaned. "You're making my pussy so wet. Oh, baby, yeah. Ooh!"
My hesitant kisses turned into a playful nibbling involving both my lips and tongue. My mouth moved to her inner thigh. I could smell her aroused sex. Maybe I really was turning Janice on. I'd like to think so. I must have made that simple task last for a good five minutes. I was really getting into it.
Once the stocking reached her knee, I rolled it down her perfectly formed calf. My mouth explored every inch of her lower leg. After tugging it over the heel, I pulled it off. But I still wasn't finished. For reasons I'm still unsure of, I licked the top of her exposed foot and then pushed my flicking tongue between her toes.
Her soft moaning turned frantic, encouraging me to continue. Starting with the big one, I took each individual toe into my oral chamber and sucked on it. My tongue swirled around the small, sweet-smelling appendages. The bright red polish that covered the nails made them even more attractive to me.
I didn't think of it as a competition, but Trent may have taken it that way. When I finished devouring her toes, Janice turned to him. I impatiently watched as he imitated my performance, only drawing it out even longer. Maybe it just seemed longer, because I had to wait. I don't really know for sure.
Janice flashed me a sexy, teasing smile. She probably noticed that I was anxiously shifting in my seat, barely able to control myself as I watched her with Trent. Maybe that was shy she intentionally skipped my next turn and made me wait for him again. I desperately watched in grave disappointment when she clasped Trent's hand and led him to the coffee table.
She positioned him lying down, face up. Janice then unhooked and released her bra. Both upright breasts relaxed downward once the form-fitting stretch fabric cups uncovered the mounds. They were every bit as gorgeous as I remembered. The creamy boobs were nicely rounded, with light brown nipples that were fully erect and had attractive areolas. My mouth watered as my desire for her rapidly intensified.
Janice looked at me as if to say "See what you could have had last year?" Maybe she was punishing me by giving Trent my turn. The sting of remorse had never been sharper. It was hard to watch her with him, but I couldn't bear to turn away. She got up on the table and knelt, straddling his face. Her hips sensuously rocked back and forth, waving her panty-clad pussy just inches from his face.
It looked as if she was riding his mouth. I experienced a strong sense of jealousy. But I had to admit that watching them was building my desire for her luscious form. Trent seemed nervous. After lying there seemingly lifeless for the first few moments, his hands finally reached up and grabbed her waist. His head lifted and began eating her sex through the panties.
Janice tossed her head back and squeezed on the bare breasts with both hands. "Oh, yes! Yes! Oh Trent, suck my juicy cunt! Ohhhh!"
I suddenly realized my shirt was unbuttoned. It had to have been me, but I didn't recall doing that. After slipping out of the garment, my hands pulled off the tennis shoes and pushed down the pants and briefs. I sat on the couch nude, waiting for my turn with her. Janice was really driving me crazy with passion. My cock was visibly pulsating. The tip was oozing with milky cum.
She moved down his body until her legs straddled Trent's waist. When Janice leaned over, her firm boobs were dangling over his face. His hands cupped the soft swells, fondling and steadying them. His lips captured a nipple and eagerly sucked.
"Oh yeah, that's it, baby," her sweet voice groaned approvingly.
My hands wanted to grab my hard cock and start pulling, but I knew if I jacked off now I'd lose any hope of giving my cherry to Janice. Yet my balls were all tingly and aching. It was like torture, of sorts.
"Please, Janice!" I pleaded in a frantic voice. The desperation I felt had to have been obvious to her when she saw my face.
She looked over at me and smiled. "Stay put, Will. You'll get your turn soon."
Janice pressed a hand against Trent's chest in a gesture to remain in position, and then got off the table. I'm pretty sure she intended to face me so that I could see the action. She knelt on the floor beside the table and started playing with his stiff prick. Her fingers fondled the hairy sacs and squeezed the penis shaft. The joyous, open-mouthed expression on Trent's face was priceless.
Her head lowered. His cock disappeared into her mouth. Trent's hands held the back of her bobbing head. Those luscious lips slid all the way down to his balls before reversing direction and gliding back up to the bulbous tip.
I could only imagine how wonderful that must have felt. My abdominal muscles tightened as the aching pressure in my nuts continued to mount. A strong twinge jolted my body. I glanced down and saw that quite a bit of my thick cum had anxiously seeped out.
Trent didn't last long, and I couldn't blame him. He lasted maybe two minutes, tops. I watched as his body went rigid, and then wildly twitched. He grunted aloud while ejaculating. After the first burst of seed, her mouth pulled away. But her fingers were still squeezing and stroking the shaft. There were two more geysers of milk-white cum that splattered onto his stomach and crotch before he was spent.
I couldn't believe how excited I was when Janice crawled toward me. Seeing her smiling face approaching was thrilling. As she got closer, her gaze focused on my straining prick. She licked her lips like a hungry lioness when she saw all the semen that covered my pulsating head and had dripped down one side.
Her warm, wet mouth first sucked on my balls one at a time. Then her tongue extended and licked at the cum. She worked her way up to the tip, cleaning me off and eating the leaking semen. And then it happened. For the first time ever, I experienced the joy of a hot, wet mouth and swirling tongue embracing my penis. I gasped and stiffened as my cock slid along her tongue, bumped against the back of her throat, and traveled beyond.
For not being married, Janice sure was good at sex. That's the one thought that I mulled over as tingling pressure enveloped my throbbing cock and aching balls. I closed my eyes and sat back, amazed at the erotic sensations that rippled through my loins. Wow, now I finally grasped why sex was so highly regarded and actively pursued. And this was just a blow job.
My eyes opened when her mouth retreated. She grasped my right hand and led me to the coffee table. I knew what to do, and anxiously lay down lengthwise. She knelt, straddling my face, and began waving her crotch just a few scant inches from my face. Maybe I was imagining it, but I could feel the wet heat emanating from her sex. I noticed the dark stain and knew our best friend's mom was juicy.
I was nervous because I knew what I wanted to do. The question was, would Janice allow it? Bolstered by her earlier encouraging words to feel free to touch, my hands reached up and caressed her soft inner thighs. They then moved up to the edge of her crotch. A finger tugged the narrow strip of fabric to one side, exposing what I most desired.
"Somebody let the tiger out of his cage," she softly chuckled. "That's fine, sweetie. Tonight I'm all yours."
My eyes beheld one of the most inspirational sights of my life. Short dark curls lined light pink, shimmering folds. Two fingers came into view as Janice pushed the lips apart, exposing her sex as she had on that fateful day. Maybe it was the quizzical look in my eyes that prompted her to say what she said next.
Janice pointed out her flesh-shrouded clitoris. "Lick and suck here," she directed. And then spread her sex wide, exposing the orifice. "Slide two fingers in me."
I was grateful for her motherly instructions while I looked at something as exquisite as it was mysterious; a real, honest to goodness woman. I hesitantly pressed the index and middle fingers of my right hand into her warm, wet pussy. The walls stretched as they pushed inside. It felt so good as they slowly pumped in and out. Slick wetness coated the thrusting appendages.
Her moans sounded genuine. Janice's hips writhed, thrusting in rhythm with my gliding fingers. The motions of her lithe form and hearing the hushed groans had my cock and balls painfully straining again. When I began licking on the enlarged nub, her body noticeably shuddered. The seeping essence tasted weird to me. It had a tart flavor that I couldn't quite compare to anything else I'd ever had.
"Lick it harder, baby," she instructed. "Move your fingers faster."
I eagerly complied, ramming both fingers into her sex harder and faster. Her hands clutched my head, grinding her clitoris against my tongue. The taste and smell of her juice heightened as I enthusiastically devoured her aroused cunt. Leaking essence soaked the plunging fingers and glazed my face.
Janice's movements and moaning turned frantic. I was anxious to give her as much pleasure as she was bringing to me. The thought that I could actually make a real woman like her climax was so cool! After a few minutes her moans became loud cries. She rode my face faster. Her entire body seemingly stiffened at once. Janice's breathless voice gasped. A brief surge of juice filled my mouth as she achieved orgasm.
"That was nice," she whispered a few moments after. "Girls appreciate a guy that's willing to do that for them."
Her body shifted down over my chest and to the waist. I felt a hand supporting the shaft of my excitedly pulsating prick. I watched as her body dipped down. My eyes shut and I gasped in delight as the purplish-red tip of my penis pushed between the lips and rubbed against her wet slit. I heard a soft chuckling as she watched my response. Her hand shifted my cock up and down the essence-coated valley several times.
And then I felt my prick pushing inside. As Janice's body lowered, my cock penetrated all the way inside. I groaned in amazed joy as wet heat and pressure surrounded my organ. My mind briefly wondered if this meant my cherry was busted, or if I had to cum before I was no longer considered a virgin.
Her body hesitated with my penis buried fully inside. "How does that feel?"
My eyes opened and looked up at her face. I was happily grinning. "Great!"
She leaned forward, tempting me with her jiggling breasts. My hands gently squeezed on the soft, firm swells. I prodded the erect nipples with my thumbs. While I fondled the creamy mounds her body began rocking up and down.
My face contorted in a mask of pleasure as I felt the velvet-smooth walls of her wondrous canal sliding up and down my full length. The tingling sensations quickly intensified. A pussy was so much better than my hand. I reached down and grasped her waist. My hips started eager pumping motions, driving my cock faster and harder. Her juice soaked my pulsating stem.
"Oh, yeah," I groaned aloud. "Uh! Uh!"
I was afraid I might not last long, and I wasn't wrong. The incredible first experience was so overwhelming. Within what only seemed like a few beats of my racing heart, the semen began rising from my aching sacs. My penis swelled larger as I approached climax. As the sensitized head rubbed along her pussy walls the friction generated joyous tingling pleasure.
"Your stiff prick feels so good," her voice moaned. "Yeah, fuck me, baby."
The building pressure in my nuts helped push the seed out. I convulsed at the very end. My body went rigid and twitched in powerful spasms. I thrust hard and buried myself inside of her core just as I ejaculated a brief stream of cum. I kept fucking Janice and grunted with each successive explosion of semen. I felt incredible joy and relief as my balls emptied. My eruption shot a surprising amount of seed into her.
When it was over, my body relaxed. I was overheated and sweaty. With my withering penis still buried in her sex, Janice leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
"Congratulations, you're officially a man," she advised me in a caring voice.
I was embarrassed by my brief performance. "I'm so sorry, I..."
Janice placed a finger against my lips, silencing my voice. "It's normal, Will. I'm just glad I could do this for you."
She stood up and rejoined Trent. He was rubbing on his semi-erect penis, hoping to get hard again. Janice sat beside him, replacing his hand with hers. Trent's hands and mouth reached for her boobs. After a few minutes of fondling, he was fully erect. Janice lay down on the couch with her thighs far apart. She patiently guided my best friend into a missionary position.
When I saw the look on Trent's face as his penis filled her sex, the erotic sensations returned. I knew exactly what he was feeling. When he didn't climax right away, I started to feel jealous. That emotion intensified as her legs wrapped around his hips. He was fucking her hard, and her loud moans sounded less like a mom and more like a girlfriend. An audible squishing sound accompanied each thrust. Janice's body quaked. Both were groaning in joyous delight.
I silently wished that Janice could be my girlfriend. But then that would make me Jack's dad, right? That would be too weird, I guess.
Trent finished, but not before she faked a big orgasm. I mean, come on, Trent? It had to be faked. Janice was always nice like that, making us all feel like we were so special. And I think we are, to her.
She left a couple of hours later, but not before giving us a big welcome-home hug and a kiss. And that was it. We started hanging out at Jack's house even through Jack wasn't even home. We just liked being around her. Nothing was ever mentioned about that night. It was almost as if I'd dreamed it or something. But how could I have dreamed up something like that?
Janice sure is nice to us. She's the coolest mom ever!