My daughter’s friend, Mandy, spent lots of time in our house, but my daughter wasn’t home yet.
I was on the couch reading. Mandy walked right over to me without a word and mounted, literally mounted, my thigh and started rubbing herself on me.
I was shocked, to say the least! In a few minutes, she came and left a large wet streak soaking into my leggings. Then she did the incredible, she got up, straightened her dress, and as she walked out said, “Thanks, I needed that!”
I sat there trying to figure out what the fuck just happened!
I heard my daughter’s car pull up and I certainly didn’t want her to see me like this. I mean sitting on my couch, my newspaper pages askew, and a warm, spreading wet area on my thigh might be a little hard to explain.
So, I scooped up the newspaper and took it with me to my bedroom. I went into the bath and sat on the edge of the tub while I found my composure. I have no idea where it is, I usually have no trouble with maintaining, but after what just happened, I can’t seem to get a grasp on what to do or even what to think.
I peeled out of my leggings and went to put them in the hamper when the scent hit me. Without even realizing it, I brought them to my face and inhaled the sharp aroma.
“What the fuck am I doing?”
I threw them in with the other dirty clothes and went into the bedroom to put on another pair. That’s when I realized something else was wet. I changed my underwear as well, putting on an old cotton pair, instead of the boy shorts I usually preferred. I sat at my small table next to my bed and tried to think.
. . .
Heather went into her room and found Mandy there waiting for her. It was no big deal, the two of them practically lived at each other’s houses for years. Heather’s face brightened when she saw her friend, “Hey Mand, what’s going on?” It had been a long day at school and … “Mandy?” Her friend looked more than a little distracted.
“Heather, don’t be mad.”
“Oh hell, what did you do?”
Heather felt more than a little trepidation. Mandy was, without a doubt, the more reckless of the two, but it usually worked out in the end. Okay, maybe not that time at the ol’ Mill Stream, but that was a one-off. And maybe that time at Petersen’s as well. And instead of listing all the other times’ Mandy went a little off the deep end, she stood there waiting for her best friend to ‘fess up.
“Well, I was feeling really horny today.”
“You didn’t get busted by a teacher again? You are so lucky Professor Weaver was a forgiving sort. If she reported you, you might have gotten kicked out.”
“Heather, maybe she was forgiving, but she sure had a kinky side we never would have guessed.”
Heather smiled at the memory, they sure were glad the Professor made it a one-time-thing because stuff like that always seems to become public knowledge if you kept it up.
As it was, it was a learning experience for both of the girls and one they thoroughly enjoyed. Luckily, they didn’t have the Prof. in any classes this year. She blushed anytime either of them passed her in the quad.
“Mandy, so, what did you do and who busted you this time?”
“No one busted me, I can’t believe you would even think that?”
“Experience, girl, experience! Remember the class trip when we were in Senior High? You are just lucky the girl you were rooming with was more curious than freaked out!”
“Estelle, she was a lot of fun, wasn’t she?”
“Quit changing the subject. What did you do?”
“You know I really like your Mom?”
“Oh my god, did Mom catch you humping the end table?”
“No, I only did that once!”
“Yea, after watching that one porn star you lust after do it.”
“Well, you have to admit she looked really good doing it?”
“Mandy, if that porn star walked up to you, you would fall to your knees and beg to go down on her! If she decided to take you with her as a sex slave you would be shopping for a collar. If she even looked at you, you would orgasm on the spot …”
Mandy interrupted, “Alright, alright, you made your point! But she is so freaking sexy!”
“And you keep changing the subject. Spill it or do I have to go ask my Mom?”
“I’m not sure if she would tell you.”
Heather was actually starting to lose her patience, which rarely happened with Mandy, who rarely avoided any sexual subject for long. She turned to go find her mother.
“Okay, okay. When I walked in, she was sitting on the couch reading the paper. She always looks so damn good. I still refuse to believe she’s forty. Such a great bust, thin waist, and those hips! She was wearing her light gray leggings. She looked so good, I couldn’t resist. I sort of hitched up the hem on my dress and masturbated on her leg.”
“You DID WHAT? You humped my mother’s leg?”
“Well, more her thigh, really.”
“I would say that I can’t really believe it, but knowing you, I can’t say that. For one reason, you’ve been thinking nasty thoughts about my Mom ever since you discovered how good you could make your pussy feel. For another, when you get horny, your common sense got out the window.”
“And aren’t you glad?”
“Most of the time, but my Mom? What did she do?”
“Nothing! She didn’t even say anything, she just sat there with her eyes really huge until I came.”
“What the fuck did you say?”
Mandy thought for a second, “Not much, just something like ‘Thanks I needed that.'”
Heather sat at her desk chair and put her face in her hands. “She’s gonna kill you, maybe both of us”
“I don’t think so. Her crotch was wet when I was done, it was soaking through the leggings.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t just you? You get pretty damn wet when you cum. I oughta know!”
“No, Heather, I left a nice wet area on her thigh, the crotch was all her. I was so tempted to dive right in, but I think she might have …”
“Mom would have freaked the fuck out if you tried that. She’s straight! You and I both know how many boyfriends she’s had since dumping deadbeat Dad. I know she didn’t go to bed with most of them, but I also know she’s hasn’t been celibate since her divorce. Remember the first time we listened at her door? That time she came home with — oh I can’t remember his name. She was a little drunk and the sitter told her we were both asleep?”
“Dave, his name was Dave, and they dated for a while before we heard that. Hell, we didn’t even know what it was except she kept laughing for some reason.”
That’s right, Dave! After eight years of putting up with dad, we both loved to hear her laughing like that. Okay, Mandy, what are you planning to do now? Wait, don’t tell me. You aren’t planning anything, you are just going to take things as they happen, you are just going to keep pushing Mom until she really does freak the fuck out or she learns and enjoys what a slut you can be? Am I right?”
“Pretty much! I mean if she wants to talk to me about it, you know I will.”
“Yeah, I know you will. I can picture it. Her asking you about it and you stepping closer and closer as you take off your top and bra until you have her pinned up against the wall and then you kiss her.”
“Hey, Heather, that’s not fair! You were the one who asked what I thought I was doing under the covers that night. Can I help it if it made you as horny as me?”
“It did not make me horny, it was when you pressed those pretty new teenage titties to me, when you kissed me, and when you groped my own — that’s what made me horny and you damn well know it.”
“You tell that story how you want to, I’ll keep telling the truth!”
“You wouldn’t know the truth if it bit you on the ass.”
“Which you did later that night if I recall?”
“You are freaking incorrigible, do you know that?”
“And you, Heather, my love, are invited to ‘incorrige’ me all you want.”
Heather laughed, not just at the wordplay, but because she knew Mandy so well. She really couldn’t blame her, not only did she know how Mandy felt about her Mom, but that her Mom was, without a doubt, the sexiest parent all through school. She remembered one time when her mom delivered cupcakes to her homeroom class for her sixteenth birthday, several guys referred to this hot MILF they saw in the hallway.
She had to ask Mandy what a MILF was and decided the guys were right — compared to most of the other Moms, she was gorgeous. She secretly liked how many of her male teachers would react to her at PTA meetings and the like. She even knew one of her female teachers who couldn’t seem to take her eyes off her Mom’s butt as she walked away from Heather at one of the swim meets. She thought it was funny at the time.
She almost wished she could have seen Mandy humping her Mom’s leg. Just the idea made her giggle. “I don’t think Mom even realizes how sexy she is? She never seems to take that very seriously. I know if any guy pushed too hard, she dumped him quick.”
“You know I love your Mom!”
“I love yours too, but not in that way.”
“Heather, I know that, I can’t help feeling the way I do about her. She’s been tripping my buttons since I knew I had buttons.”
“Let’s change and hit the pool for a bit and let things cool off. I know you didn’t bring a suit, so wear one of mine.”
The two girls changed and went and laid out in the backyard. Little did they realize they were being watched from the second-floor window.
