With Thanksgiving break looming, Nick was headed home. His roommate, Scott, was tagging along. Their other roommate, Nick’s girlfriend Katie, was across the country visiting her workaholic sister, who scheduled her bachelorette party to coincide with the holiday weekend.
Scott missed his family, who lived on the other side of the country. His parents were saving for a trip to see him at the end of the semester, to help him move and potentially celebrate his likely drafting to majors.
Nick and Scott met playing baseball and had been best friends and teammates since middle school.
When Scott’s dad was unexpectedly transferred to the west coast senior year of high school, the boys were devastated. But Nick’s parents, the Jordan’s welcomed Scott into their home. Enabling him to finish the semester living with them. Scott always appreciated their loving hospitality.
Luckily for Scott, he was able to stay in town for college thanks to a generous baseball scholarship.
Scott’s sleek, brown hair, defined jawline, and powerful physique made him the envy of every guy on the field. He had a natural athleticism that made everything seem easy.
Thanksgiving break was a welcome reunion for Scott and Nick’s family, who always had extra room for him. Despite their underlying problems, Nick’s family had enough wealth to hide it well. In fact, Nick’s father was so married to his work that when his parents divorced in middle school, they neglected to tell Nick for over a year, and no one noticed a thing.
Compared to Scott’s humble upbringing, Nick’s parent’s house was a mansion of spacious rooms, plush furniture, and amenities that seemed like a luxury resort. Nick’s mom went above and beyond to make the boys feel pampered and loved, treating them like princes, which was a definite plus.
It seemed weird, but if Nick was honest, he’d admit that Scott’s mom, Kim Jordan, was pretty easy on the eyes too. She must have had Nick at a young age. The warm glow on her flawless skin didn’t hint at her being a day past forty. She was a natural vision of beauty. If she had any work done, it was worth every penny, because it was impossible to tell. She obviously took great care of herself, with a fit tone body and shimmery blonde hair. Nick couldn’t decide what was more entrancing her full round breasts or her piercing blue eyes that always seemed winking at him.
The boys arrived at the Jordan’s house late in the evening, a few days before Thanksgiving. Ms. Jordan, as always, stood ready at the door, her arms open wide in a warm and loving embrace, eager to greet her son and his best friend as they arrived home.
“So glad you got here safe!” Ms. Jordan said as she hugged Scott and planted a wet kiss on her son’s blushing cheek.
Nick giggled to hide his jealousy as she kissed his buddy’s cheek and gave him a sly wink, sending chills up his spine. Nick couldn’t tell if the playful glint in her eye was genuine, or if his overactive, horny imagination was getting the better of him.
Ms. Jordan’s outfit wasn’t provocative, but Nick couldn’t help but steal glances at her figure. Her tight-fitting tank top hinted at her cleavage, and her form-fitting yoga pants accentuated her round behind. While Nick had no trouble attracting girls, his focus on baseball often left him too preoccupied for dates.
Scott couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret for not visiting during the summer. Knowing he could have caught a glimpse of Ms. Jordan in her revealing bikinis that showcased her ample cleavage.
Once inside the house, the mouthwatering aroma immediately captivated the boys emanating from the kitchen. Nick’s mother, despite her carb-free diet she’d maintained since the divorce, spared no effort in preparing a feast for her beloved son and his best friend. They soon found themselves happily satiated and grateful for Ms. Jordan’s exceptional hospitality.
As they sat down at the table, Ms. Jordan took control of the conversation as the boys inhaled her luxurious gourmet meal. “So Scotty, I made up your normal guest room across the hall from Nick. But if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
Scott couldn’t help but blush a little at her authentic graciousness, and could only mutter back with a thankful mouthful.
Ms. Jordan then turned her attention to Nick. “Now your father will get here in the morning, but he’s staying in the pool house. Your sister Samantha will be here in the morning. Your Uncle Callum and Aunt Ella will be here too. They’ll be in the in-law suite, of course.”
Nick grunted, only half listening, glad there wasn’t anything pressing for him to do.
“I’ll be heading to the supermarket tonight, so let me know if you have any special requests. I know how you boys are about your sports drinks and protein powder.” Ms. Jordan reminded the boys with a smile, her eyes lingering on Scott.
“Eggs!” Nick blurted out through a mouth full of food, causing his mom to roll her eyes.
“Just text me honey, I’m not leaving till after I clean up the kitchen.”
“Thanks Ms. Jordan.” Scott stammered, his cheeks burning, a familiar feeling from his middle school days, as he scrambled to help his friend’s mom, wanting to distract himself from the situation.
As Scott and Ms. Jordan cleaned the table, Nick’s phone rang, and the pair couldn’t help but giggle.
“Its…” Nick started before his mom and friend finished his sentence.
“…Katie.” They broke into laughter at the same time, their playful gazes locking for a moment.
Nick let out a loud sigh, “just gimmie a minute. Remember, my old PlayStations in the office down here across from mom’s room bro.” Nick’s voice trailed off as he jogged up the stairs to his room, phone in hand.
Jealousy and good-natured teasing combined in Scott’s sigh. “Can’t go four hours without talking.”
Ms. Jordan gently rubbed his shoulder as he handed her another dish to load into the washer. “Young love.”
Scott was at a loss for words, as Ms. Jordan stared straight back at him with her enchanting blue eyes, making his heart race.
“Thanks for helping” Ms. Jordan smiled as she loaded the last plate into the dishwasher.
“No problem,” Scott answered, almost before she finished talking.
Scott felt time stand still as he and Ms. Jordan stood in silence, their eyes locked.
“I’m going to head to the store, let me know if you need anything.” Ms. Jordan smiled as she patted Scott’s firm chest, feeling the young man’s heart leap at her touch.
Ms. Jordan swallowed hard, rushed off to grab her keys, and was off out the door.
Before he knew it, Scott was standing alone in the kitchen. His mind raced through confused thoughts. There was no way his best friend’s mom was attracted to him, right?
His thoughts were garbled as he wandered off to the study and turned on the game console in an attempt to distract himself. He had texted Nick, but it was radio silence.
Scott plopped down on the loveseat in the corner of the room and clicked on the TV. Before long, he was getting bored. Scott figured if Nick had some personal time, he might as well too. He toggled to the internet browser and logged into his favorite porn site, knowing exactly what he was searching for, Big tit milfs.
Scott was getting hard just thinking of it. He envisioned Ms. Jordan’s face on the bodies of the hot women as they scrolled by the screen. “This won’t take long at all,” Scott thought to himself as he hit play on the video featuring a blonde bombshell lounging by the pool.
She playfully teased the overacting pool boy while sensually applying lotion to her chest. Scott followed suit, snaking his own hand inside the waistband of his gym shorts to tend to his ever-growing erection. By the time the pool boy spread open the actress’s long, toned legs, Scott’s shaft was dripping with pre-cum, as wet as her now spread-open pussy lips.
Scott and the woman’s moans blended together as he relished watching her writhe in pleasure while the young man ate out her perfect pussy. Scott was ready to explode when his phone lit up with a text from Ms. Jordan.
Just pulling in, can you help unload the groceries? Nick’s not answering
Scott groaned in frustration as he gazed at his unfulfilled, throbbing erection. He hurried to tuck his dick in his waistband as the front door opened. Scott jumped to his feet and prayed his erection would dissipate fast.
“Scott!” Came Ms. Jordan’s voice from the kitchen. Scott took a deep breath and slowly made his way back down the hall to Ms. Jordan. Thankfully, her back was turned as she had already started to put away some groceries.
“Oh good, there you are.” Ms. Jordan mused as she shot Scott a quick smile over her shoulder. As she did, she bent over, displaying her taunt full ass in all its glory. Scott couldn’t help but stare at Ms. Jordan’s toned ass as it stretched the thin fabric of her yoga pants, causing his strained erection to twitch uncomfortably in his waistband. It seemed like Scott’s efforts to calm down were hopeless.
“I have no idea what my son is up to. Can you get the last bags from the car?” Ms. Jordan asked.
“No problem.” Scott breathed a sigh of relief as he rushed out to the driveway. He picked up the last of the overfilled brown bags from the car and carried them in, one in each arm.
“Thanks, sweetie,” Ms. Jordan said, grabbing a bag out of Scott’s arms. Her finger brushed against his shorts, accidentally grazing the tip of his discreetly hidden erection, causing it to slip out from his waistband.
Both froze, their minds racing as they tried to make sense of what just happened. They stared haplessly at the obvious outline of Scott’s large bulge in his thin shorts. Their faces flushed red before they both hastily turned back to the groceries.
Scott wondered how much of his cock’s silhouette his friend’s mom actually saw. Haunted by the prospect of bringing it back up by apologizing, he instead hoped she would just forget about it.
Ms. Jordan didn’t. She couldn’t forget the unmistakable feeling of the young man’s erection brushing against her hand. The sight of the clear outline of his shaft imprinted on the fabric of his shorts lingered in her thoughts. Her body shuttered in desire. It had been so long, years, since she’d been with a man. The tease just wasn’t fair.
The pair quickly finished putting up groceries in awkward silence. Try as she might, Ms. Jordan couldn’t avoid being turned on by the experience. Despite trying to convince herself it was wrong and dirty, the forbidden nature of the thought only heightened her arousal. Besides, what’s the harm in a little fantasizing? Scott was an adult, after all. There was nothing wrong with a little innocent daydreaming, even if the fantasy is dirty, erotic thoughts of a young, firm penis, obviously larger than her ex, and obviously primed and ready to satisfy her aching, neglected pussy.
“Hey, bud, where you at?” The echoing of her son’s voice shatters her trance. Ms. Jordan again remembered to swallow as she eyed the young man’s firm, athletic ass pressing against his gym shorts as he jogged up the stairs to her son.
Ms. Jordan shook her head back and forth, trying to expel the intrusive thoughts. She could think of only one thing to help, a cold shower. With a deep breath, she made her way down the hall to her bedroom, but a glow from the study gave her pause. Nick had left the television on. Men are all the same, Ms. Jordan chuckled to herself, as she entered the study to turn off the television. But something seemed off. The television was on, but only the TV remote was sitting on the couch across the room. If Scott wasn’t playing video games, what was he doing? Ms. Jordan thought to herself. The erotic, enticing image of Scott’s barely clad erection still freshly minted on her mind. Ms. Jordan knew the answer to the question, but her curiosity demanded satisfaction.
Ms. Jordan opened the internet browser and, with a shaky hand, inspected the history tab. As she cautiously scrolled through the listed search terms, her curiosity was rewarded with a renewed, white-hot rush of arousal, blonde MILFs, big-tit MILFs, MILF seduction all ran across the screen. Causing her fingertips to tingle with anticipation. The knowledge of Scott’s shared desire sent a rush of warmth through Ms. Jordan, validating her feelings and leaving her feeling flattered, and more aroused than ever.
With trembling hands, she unconsciously selected the first movie in the queue. As the video began to play, the room filled with the sultry sounds of heavy breathing and whispered moans, intertwining with her own shallow breaths. The screen, a kaleidoscope of suggestive images, cast a spell over her, drawing her into its intoxicating allure.
Her hand seemed to move on its own, slipping into the front of her yoga pants, the fabric cool against her heated skin. The sensation sent shivers of pleasure down her spine, as if the erotic display awakened every nerve ending unfolding before her.
The visual feast flashing in front of her eyes was a symphony of temptation, a middle-aged blonde woman, her beauty mirroring Ms. Jordan’s, dressed in a silk robe that revealed an ample amount of cleavage.
The woman, positioned on her knees, exuded an aura of confidence and sensuality, her movements slow and deliberate. As she seductively unzipped the young man’s pants, the sound of the zipper echoed in Ms. Jordan’s ears, a tantalizing melody that heightened her own desire.
Ms. Jordan’s eyes widened in shock as she witnessed the scene unfold before her. The sight of the young man’s firm, long erection springing out of his pants captivated her attention. Her heart raced as she bit her lip, completely transfixed by the forbidden image playing out in front of her.
As she watched intently, her senses heightened. The eager woman lavished the oversized cock with kisses, her lips leaving a dripping wet trail of desire. The sound of the man’s pleasure-filled growls reached Ms. Jordan’s ears, sending a shiver down her spine.
Unable to resist the temptation, Ms. Jordan’s fingers ventured deeper into the front of her panties, feeling the dampness that had formed between her thighs. It had been far too long since she heard such erotic noises from a man, and a part of her longed for it to be Scott moaning for her.
The man’s throbbing erection glistened with saliva and pre-cum, reflecting the lust and wetness that consumed Ms. Jordan. Her head began to swim as she lost herself in the warmth of her center. The intense sensation grew stronger with every second. Her body responded eagerly, building towards a climax she hadn’t experienced in years.
In the midst of her own arousal, Ms. Jordan watched as the young man exploded, his hot, virile semen splattering across the woman’s face and cleavage. The sight pushed her over the edge, Ms. Jordan’s breath catching as her own powerful orgasm crashed through her body. It was a sudden and intense release, unlike anything she had felt in a long time.
Ms. Jordan frantically glanced around the room as she struggled to catch her breath, like a teenager caught in the act. It was invigorating and empowering. So much for a cold shower.
