My Best Friend's Mom (Loving Moms Book 3) Read online

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  Best Friend's Mom

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  Copyright

  My Best

  Friend’s Mom

  Loving Moms 3

  Carrie Breeze

  Other works by Carrie

  Stepmom Vacation

  PEG!

  Thirsty

  P CLUB

  Got Jacked

  Pork

  Big Bad Stepbrother

  Stepbrother Lover

  Chapter 1

  “So tell me, Clay, What’s your ideal woman?”

  That’s my best friend, Preston, talking. Asking the same question we’d been asking each other all year. The kind of question two horny eighteen-year-old guys would ask each other.

  It’s the night of our high school graduation. The party my parents put on had puttered out. My square relatives having called it an early night, I hopped on my Honda 750 and hightailed over here to Preston’s place. His party is still going strong out here in his back yard along the banks of the mighty Mississippi. The agonizingly sweet scent of lilacs hangs in the air. I’ve already got three beers in me. Preston’s hot mom, Gillian, is going around to guests offering refills on their refreshments. She is a goddess in her mid-length beige skirt and white silk sleeveless top showing dangerous cleavage. The late slanting sun shoots sparks off her golden hair as she twirls and smiles and charmingly fends off a come-on by a tipsy older gentleman.

  “Gee, Press, hasn’t changed since last month. Want me to go over it again? Intelligent but vulnerable petite brunette with small titties - they’re a sign of brains” I lie, taking a swig of beer and following Gillian with my eyes.

  “What’s with you and small titties? They get smaller every time we go through this. They get any smaller you’ll start looking at guys.”

  “Fuck you, Press.”

  “No, I want big heaping handfuls of tits. Take Barbara for example.” A classmate he’s been drooling over all school year. “I should ask her out.”

  “Never happen, Press. You’re too insecure. Barbara wants a real man.”

  “Fuck you, dude. Fuck you. And to show you just how serious I am, I’m issuing a challenge.”

  Preston and I have been competing with each other since the second grade back when I’d come over after school so Gillian could look after me because both my parents worked late. That first challenge involved lighting matches in the alley behind old man Banister’s garage. Banister came out and caught us and called Gillian. She brought us into the house, gave us a talking to about the danger of fire and had us empty our pockets - confiscating our remaining matches. Preston got a spanking but I was spared. From that day forward I liked Gillian. After that, coming over to Preston’s house was more about seeing her than him.

  “What’s it this time?”

  “Yesterday we were both boys but today we’ve graduated to being men. The first to lose his virginity wins”

  “Wins what?”

  “Hell, I don’t know… a case a beer.”

  “How’s an eighteen-year-old loser like you going to get a case a beer for me?”

  “Fuck off. I gotta go piss,” getting up and heading to a bushy part of the river bank.

  Gillian has made her rounds and is gathering up empty glasses on a tray but there are too many for her to carry.

  “Looks like you could use an extra set of hands,” I say, approaching her.

  “Oh, Clay, I saw you and Preston over there. I’m so glad you could make it over,” hugging me and pecking my cheek.

  “Wouldn’t miss one of your parties for the world. Let me take that tray for you,” lifting it off the picnic table that’s cluttered with empty plates and bottles.

  “You’re so sweet. I’m taking them in to wash. We’ve run out of clean glasses.”

  “Oh, I’ll help.”

  The kitchen is deserted. Gillian fills the sink with hot soapy water as I set the dirty glasses into it. We are side-by-side, our arms almost touching. I can smell her sweet body fragrance. It’s like that intoxicating smell of sleep when you wake after a long delicious lie-in on a fresh spring morning.

  “I’ll wash and you wipe. How’s that sound?” She smiles, grabbing a dish rag. A clean towel hangs from a bar next to the strainer. I grab it.

  “Love to.”

  “I’m so glad you’ve decided to stick around in the fall and attend the tech school. You’ll make a good plumber,” she grabs a glass and runs the dish rag around its rim.

  “Yeah, for a while back last winter I thought about going to the U with Preston but I’m not really into all that book learning. I’m more of a hands-on kind a guy. I’ve always liked fixing things,” taking the glass from her, rinsing it, drying it and setting it on the counter.

  “Your talent sure has helped me out of a lot of jams. You’ve fixed my car, the garage door, the garbage disposal, even my computer. I bet there’s nothing you can’t fix. You’re always here when I need you. Why, is that? Huh?” She nudges my shoulder and gives me a wink.

  I sense a watershed moment coming - a moment of truth that could determine the course of my future. I have to make a bold move.

  “Can I tell you a secret that I’ve been keeping for years?”

  “I wish you would,” she stops washing, sets down the dish cloth, rests her slender fingers on my hand, turns and looks tenderly into my eyes, an inviting smile curls her parted lips.

  “Ha ha, I know this sounds kind a silly, but… I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.”

  “I know you have, dear. A mother can sense these things. Now I have a secret of my own that I’d like to share.”

  “What is it,” her face had suddenly taken on a sad hue. “Tell me, please,”

  “Roger is always away on business trips and when he returns… he’s always cold and distant….You can fix anything but can you fix a wounded heart?”

  Gillian lowers her face. A tear slides down her cheek. I reach over and lift her chin.

  “Clay, my clock is ticking. I’m thirty-eight. I was hoping to have another baby but I think he’s having an affair.”

  I tenderly touch her shoulder and feel her body tremble. I look into her sorrowful eyes and we share a knowing moment. I lean forward cautiously and touch my lips to hers. It feels right. Good. Loving. I do it again and this time she opens her mouth and our tongues are inside each other. My arms wrap around her, pressing her tight. But she breaks the kiss and pulls back.

  “No, dear….”

  I feel I’ve trespassed upon her and start to apologize. She presses a finger to my lips.

  “No, not here,” taking my hand. “In here,” leading me into that pantry. It’s a small closet with just room enough for us the squeeze into and close the door.

  Inside the pantry our lips are locked and we’re lost to our passions. My hands are all over her large breasts. Hers are cupping my ass pulling me onto her. My cock is raging. She fumbles with my belt and fly and then manages to set a new land-speed record in getting my pants down. We break our kiss as she turns her ass to me. Her skirt is up like a flash, her panties at her knees and my cock is pounding the inner depths of my best friend’s mom’s pussy. But that thought vanishes the instant it arises as I realize I’m in love with this woman. I’m on her back, my face buried in her golden locks, panting like a wild beast. Gillian is moaning. I’m pumping her so hard her chest and shoulders are heaving against the open cupboard. She grabs a shelf for support. The flimsy thing breaks loose and cans of soup come crashing down around us. Fuck. Hope no one heard that. But I can’t stop. I slow down and penetrate deep inside her, snarling and growling and biting her earlobe with pure animal lust.
I’m afraid she’ll scream and some one will hear. I feel her leg muscles spasming. What, is she coming? She is so tight and so wet.

  “Mom, mom, you in here?”

  “Oh, fuck, it’s Preston,” Gillian says. I slow my thrusting to prevent screams. The thrill of discovery has somehow heightened my pleasure.

  “I’m coming,” I pant into her ear just before shooting inside of her. Spent, I fall onto Gillian, hug her and kiss her and catch my breath.

  “I think this has been the most important moment of my life so far,” I whisper in her ear.

  “We should talk about this, honey, but not right now,” she straights up and turns to me, pulling up her panties and flatting out her shirt. I pull up my pants and we check each other over - straightening hair and fixing makeup smudges.

  The kitchen sounds quiet. We open the door to find Preston sitting at the kitchen table.

  Chapter 2

  Preston had passed out.

  I shake his shoulders and he does a bobble-head doll impression.

  “Hey, dude, wake up,” slapping his cheek.

  He mumbles something incoherent like, “Go fuck off.”

  “For Pete’s sake, he’s drunk,” Gillian says. “Dear, will you help me get him to his room?”

  “Yeah, let’s get him on his feet.”

  Luckily, Preston isn’t that big, about five-ten, one-forty-five. I sling his arm around my shoulder, Gillian has hers around his waist and we walk him upstairs to his bedroom. We undress him like he’s a little kid and tuck him into bed.

  Back downstairs in the living room Gillian takes me in her arms and we gaze into each others eyes sharing a new secret communion.

  “I’m glad for tonight,” she murmurs, kissing my lips lightly.

  “I am too. What next for us?” My cock is hard just contemplating her being my girlfriend.

  “We’d better play it safe. Roger will be in soon.” Her husband has totally ignored his family since I arrived, hanging out on the dock shooting the shit with business associates.

  “I want to see you again soon,”

  “Me too… come bye tomorrow for breakfast. We’ll find time to talk. I promise.”

  “Okay, bye.”

  We kiss deeply and embrace and then I’m out in the night, hopping on my Honda. Tomorrow can’t get here soon enough.

  Chapter 3

  It’s Saturday morning and bright sunshine courses through my bedroom window. My hormones are in overdrive. I enjoy a sweet jack-off session thinking of Gillian and the joy of holding her in my arms today. I come quick because I can’t wait to hop on my Honda and go see her.

  By nine I’m walking into her back yard. She’s out cleaning up the remains of last night’s party. She’s hot as a devil. Sandals. Tight denim short-shorts. Yellow tank top. Floppy hat. She hears me and turns and smiles.

  “You’re all I could think about last night,” my arms reaching for her.

  “Not here, dear. Roger’s in the kitchen making coffee.” She leads me so a secluded corner of the house formed by the back porch and the west wall, behind a tall lilac bush. We embrace and hungrily kiss.

  “I want to make love to you right here,” one hand feeling her breast, the other grabbing her ass and pulling her tight against my raging cock.

  “Me too, honey, but we have to play it cool. Help me bring in the rest of the dishes. Breakfast is already made. After we eat I’ll have you come shopping with me. That’ll give us a chance to talk and plan for tonight.”

  “I’ll be a burning furnace of desire till then,” I breath into her ear, my mouth greedily moving to hers again.

  We enter the kitchen each toting arm-loads of dishes just as Preston lumbers down in his gym shorts all sleepy eyed, hair like a cyclone hit it and holding his head.

  “Where’s the aspirin, mom?”

  “On the counter by the fridge, dear. I poured a glass of milk for you there, too.”

  “I heard you got pretty hammered, son,” Roger says not looking up from his newspaper. He’s at the table with his coffee. “You want to watch that, Don’t want you drinking away your college education.”

  “Sure, dad. Mom, you’re looking hot today,” giving her a half hug and kissing her cheek.

  “Oooh, hangover breath,” she says, fanning her nose. “You really over-did it last night.”

  “Hey, Clay,” just noticing me. “What brings you here so early? You spend the night?”

  I empty my armload of dishes into the sink and sit at the table opposite Roger. Preston gives me a look that I’m not sure how to interpret. Did he see Gillian and me together before he passed out? Think fast. He’s my best friend. I have to tell him but not now. Certainly not in front of Roger. Wait till Gill and I talk about it.

  “Ah, there’s a broken shelf in the pantry your mom asked me to take a look at. Thought I might as well get an early start on it.”

  “Oh, is that what you two were doing in there last night. Thought I heard you in there. I couldn’t tell. I was so wasted, bro.”

  “Tell me about it. Had to help you into bed.”

  “Yeah, fuck, my head’s still pounding….”

  “Preston, language, please.”

  “Sorry, mom. Can I be excused? If I eat anything I might throw-up,” setting his empty milk glass in the sink.

  “Certainly, dear, you look like you need more rest.”

  “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Preston,” Roger says, putting down the paper, talking a gulp of coffee.

  “Yeah, dad,” turning toward the stairs. “See ya, dude.”

  “Later, dude.”

  “Oh, dear,” Roger said. “I was talking with Tom Dickerson last night. He’s heading down to the Cities to take in the Upper Midwest Home Owners Convention. Thought I’d go along. Probably won’t be back till late.”

  “That’s alright dear. Enjoy the convention. After breakfast Clay and I will run downtown to get what we need for that shelf.”

  Chapter 4

  “I feel that we’ve always been meant for each other,” I say, holding Gillian’s hand as it rests on her golden thigh. We’re in her Chevy Malibu. She’s driving. She looks over and smiles in agreement.

  “Shopping can wait. What do you say we take a little detour? Go parking.”

  “At ten in the morning? I love the way you think.”

  We drive out of town a few miles on Highway 1 to a rest area on Lake Gertie. No one’s there. We park on the far edge of the gravel lot, next to some woods. The sun dances on the rippling water. We crawl into the back seat. It’s a little cramped but that’s part of the fun. We kiss, kind of semi-reclined - me leaning into her.

  “I want to tell you something,” her husky voice hot upon my cheek.

  “Yes, my love?” I pull one of her breasts out and suck her nipple.

  “I’m going to divorce Roger.”

  “Not because of me, I hope?” Looking up into her sparkling green eyes.

  “God, no,” kissing my ear. “This goes way back. But having you last night made up my mind.”

  “How will he take it?”

  “I think he suspects it. I’m surprised he hasn’t filed on me by now. Anyway, I’ll tell him to move out. What do you think about moving in? Would you be comfortable with that? Just think, being together every night, waking up together every morning….”

  “There’s nothing I’d love better… but what about Preston?”

  “We’ll sit down with him and tell him everything this afternoon.”

  “He’ll freak out. It would be very awkward living in the same house with your best friend while he’s sleeping with your mom. I think there would be a lot of tension.”

  “He’ll be going away to college in August. Till then I’m sure he could move in with Roger. It’ll work out.”

  “I hope so. All I know, Gill, is that I want to be with you no matter what.”

  “So do I, honey. You make me feel twenty again, you know that?”

  “Duh, look where we are, make
-out point. Destination of generations of horny High schoolers. We need tunes,” reaching up front and turning on the radio. It’s tuned to an oldies station. Mrs. Robinson is on.

  “Oh, god. How perfect is that?”

  We both laugh as we lustfully peel off our shorts. Within seconds I’m inside my love shaking the car shocks.

  Later, we walk around the touristy “old town” district of our small town hand-in-hand. You should see the looks we get from the local squares that know our families. In the public library we checked out a slasher movie - something new I learned about Gill, she likes horror flicks. I do too. Anyway, at the checkout counter, right in front of old Mrs. Haugenson, Gill and turned and kissed me. Old lady Haugenson almost fainted. We took our movie and laughed all the way out. Now the word will be all over town. I guess that commits us to our relationship.

  At the supermarket we pick up frozen pizza. And lastly, as I head for the beer section (one of the benefits of dating an older women - she gets to pay for the beer), Gill says she forgot something and runs off toward the pharmacy section. We meet up at the checkout lane and I see what all the fuss was about.

  “I have a good feeling about this,” waving a pregnancy test package in front of me.

  My jaw drops.

  We rush home.

  Chapter 5

  We get to Gillian’s house and she heads straight to the bathroom. I bring in the groceries. Preston is sitting on the living room couch watching a baseball game. I bring in the case of beer and drop it onto the coffee table in front of him.

  “You owe me twenty bucks for this,” I say, grabbing two cans out of the case and tossing one to him. “I won our little bet.”

  “Duuuude, wait, what?,” sitting up and popping his beer. “How could you so soon? When? Who?”

  “Last night and this morning,” popping my beer and guzzling.

  “Wait, wait, wait a minute, dude. Did you hook up with someone after the party?”

  A sudden scream from the bathroom. We both turn our heads.