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I really should be ashamed of myself!  I should.. but.  I’m still in a bit of afterglow, more than a week later!

My youngest son’s best friend from highschool, I’ll call him Joey, he still likes to come around and visit “Mrs. Carol” from time to time.  He was a shy quiet kid, the awkward type who always seemed to be just a little bit behind the other boys his age,   development-wise.   Well… let’s just say he finally managed to catch up to the other boys since last summer, and then some!  He’s gone from a scrawny, pimply  5’10 curly haired waif to a strapping 6’0 brown eyed brown skinned adonis with a military buzzcut.   I barely even recognized him when he came over last week! He said he was popping in hoping to see my son during college spring break…  alas, my prodigal son was gone to Cancun for spring break.   Breaks his mother’s heart that one…  but this post isn’t about him.  It’s about Joey.

Joey was disappointed not to see my boy this time around..but that didn’t stop him from having a long visit with Mama Carol.  I found it a little bit odd at first… I know the kids have their Facebook and their instant messaging to keep up with each other every minute of the day.  It struck me as odd that he would drop in on the off chance my son would be around.  I always suspected he had something of a crush on me…..

 He talked and talked up a storm, helped himself to the cookie batter I was baking, and to the cookies when they were done and just when I was anxious for him to leave, he offered to help me move the new couch I’d just bought and to help out with spring cleaning.    Well, what lonely old widow with a ton of chores is going to turn that offer down?    I was grateful for the help and the cute company.

Joey worked up quite a sweat, he did.  He practically carried that couch all by himself.  The next thing I knew he was shirtless and sweaty, his young tanned muscles glistening under the grime he’d collected from the garage.  I was caught off guard; my eyes must have flashed at him because he grinned a self conscious grin and kept looking down at the floor whenever I looked at him.  ”Well… I see all those years of baseball practice have paid off…”    I smiled.  He chuckled shyly and confirmed he’d had a “growth spurt” and had only begun “working out” since Thanksgiving.  I collected my dirty thoughts along with my good manners,  poured him a tall glass of water in thanks for all his hard work.   ”Well you go on and finish up the garage while I get the laundry together.  If that’s not enough hardwork for you, I’ll think of something else to wear you out.”   Again he laughed that nervous, goofy laugh.  Same old Joey.  Different package.

Once he was done sweeping out the garage he came back to the kitchen and laundry area where I was multitasking.   I noticed he had fallen silent but he wasn’t taking his eyes off of me as I came to and fro.  I was wearing just my baby pink velour tracksuit and some cotton footies, with no bra or panties, and in  spite of myself I had begun to work up a little bit of sweat of my own;  having a handsome eager young man at my beck and call had started to get me hot.  Not that I was trying to think this way about him.  I’ve known Joey for years he’s like a son to me.   But his eyes sure stayed glued to my rear end!! 

He may be alot bigger and better looking now, but underneath it all he’s still the same shy little kid I’ve always known.   I decided to break the ice.  “Joey… since I’m doing the laundry can I get those dirty clothes from you?” I gathered his shirt from the floor, and motioned towards the khaki shorts he was wearing.  

“Umm… sure!  B-but I don’t have any other clothes, Mrs. Carol.” He stammered.

“Oh hon.. I’ll give you one of my sons’ bathrobes. Trust me, Kiddo.. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen already at my age.”

Joey blushed a little as he sat in the kitchen chair, making  a timid half-gesture to remove his shorts but he hesitated a bit.   There was a really  long, uncomfortable silence, but his eyes never broke his gaze from mine.  “Come on now, “  I egged him on.   “If you get those off now I can get them into the load I just started.”   I pulled him up to his feet by his wrist and tugged playfully on his khaki pocket.  “Hurry up you…” I said.

Blushing furiously now, he unbuttoned his shorts and let them slide them down, revealing…. absolutely nothing underneath.  No boxers, no briefs, no undergarments of any kind.  Just his tan, muscular thighs and a very springy, very heavy looking young cock that was growing and growing. 

I stood there for a moment, appraising the sight of him standing there butt-naked in my kitchen, his shorts around his ankles.  A flush was growing over my own cheeks.  “There you go, Joey. ”  I cooed…  “See… Just  like I said.. nothing Ol’ Carol hasn’t seen before.”  I looked him up and down, circling him… admiring him and his naked shame.   “Not that it’s not a welcome sight, hon.  Commando, eh? ”  I said, slapping his buttock lightly with my palm.    By now he was glowing bright red all over, a nervous half grimace on his face, his eyes begging me to tell him what to do now.  I saw his breath getting quicker and more shallow.  “Now hand them to me, sonny. ”  I said.   He stepped out of his shorts, bending over with his large cock swinging clumsily between his thighs and handed the shorts to me.   “C’mon on, Joey… the washer’s almost done filling up.”  

He followed me to the wash room, naked, obedient and shivering… with nervousness or cold I’m not sure, but he looked so vulnerable and sweet I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.  I began chatting about the weather and the kids, and his parents and the holidays like it was no big deal….  as tho he wasn’t standing inches away from me, naked, with a raging hard on.   The tension of the moment began to get to me too and I felt my pussy getting moist.   I carefully measured the fabric softener, separated whites and colors, checked and re-checked the dryer to see how damp the load was, to see if there was anything dry enough for poor Joey to put on.  I made sure to bend over often,  so he could see the faint outline of my labia in my sweat pants.  I wiggled my ass innocently, teasingly, bumping into him again and again, excusing myself as he got harder and more frustrated.  All the while babbling along about the weather or somesuch.  Anything to prolong the delicious torture of our situation.

“I’m sorry Joey, I thought I had something dry for you ..but it looks like you’ll have to suffer for a few more minutes..”

Suddenly, I felt Joey’s hips pushing into my rear end, his arms encircling my waist tentatively, cornering me against the washer.  “Joey!” I gasped softly….    Reflexively I ground my ass into his groin, arching my back against his chest.  “Joey..” I said again.  I felt his lips on my neck, the tip of his tongue shyly flittering on my nape, my shoulder.   My pussy began to swell with excitment and I knew what I must do.  I guided his large hands over my body with my own.  Guiding him to cup my bra-less breasts through my sweat top… guiding his hands slowly over my velour covered belly and underneath the waistband of my sweatpants…..  we stood at the washer locked together this way, his hot young breath in my ear, my plump ass grinding crazy 8′s into his cock… my hand underneath his as I caressed my clitoris, our fingers becoming wet with the juices from my freely flowing cunt. 

“That’s right Joey… Make Mama Carol feel good…”  I exhaled, turning to move my hand to his mouth as he licked and sucked the juices from my fingers and from his own.   With one powerful motion he lifted me up and sat me down on top of the washing machine, burying his face into my cleavage, gripping my hips with his hands.  I unzipped my track suit all the way, exposing my luscious breasts to full view.  Then I eagerly wiggled out of my sweat pants as he tugged them down around my knees… his mouth trailing sloppy wet kisses all the way down my stomach to the top of my bush. 

And there it happened.  Sweet Little Joey, my 19 year old son’s best friend from middle school on, ate me out and fingered me to a raging climax right on top of my washing machine! I have never been licked and sucked so thoroughly before by ANYONE.  I have no idea where he learned to do what he does, but he will make somebody a terrific husband one day.  But in the meantime, he’s welcome to be Mama Carol’s special little houseboy. ANYTIME!

Carol

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