My Mom's Best Friend

Hope had been my Mom's best friend since I can remember. Of course, I was only 18, so as friendships go, It was forever as far as I was concerned. I have known her and been around her so much that she was as much an Aunt or other close family member than just a friend. Hope and my Mom are the same age. They went to high school together, then college, and after they were married, lived in the same neighborhood. 

I have never thought of her as anything more than a very close friend and the idea of looking at her sexually never crossed my mind. One sad day, Hope's husband Jerry had a heart attack and died. He was a young 42, four years older than Hope. It was such a loss for all of us, but from this incident, came a moment so special that I cherish it. 

About a month after Jerry died, Hope was just beginning to end her grieving, and she asked my Mom if I would be interested in helping her move some things out and help her get on with life. Of course, she said I would, and I was happy to help her. I love opportunities like this, as you can learn a lot about your parents from old friends. It is great to laugh at funny stories or stupid things your parents did when they were young, and Hope was full of them! I had a wonderful time those first few days. Once when I was pulling boxes from the attic, Hope opened one and I heard her sigh deeply, then break down in tears. Inside were some of Jerry's old letters and she was terribly heartbroken to see them.

 I rushed to her side and hugged her close, whispering that it was all right, that I was there for her. She pulled away after a few moments, and wiping her eyes, said "Jo, Darling, I miss him so much!" "I know" I said,"but you have to move on. There is no use in crying. Things will get better!" "That's what your Mom told me after my boyfriend Steve broke up with me in college." She looked at me and her gaze softened. "You are so much like your Mom! She was always there for me when something bad happened!" I just smiled and said, " I will be here for you now, OK?" We hugged again and she said she had enough for today, that she would appreciate it if I came back tomorrow. She had some things to think about. I hated to leave her, but assured her I would return the next day. 

When I arrived the next morning, I was surprised to see her in a revealing top that accentuated her breasts. She said she had been doing a lot of thinking and that she wanted to talk to me about something that could only be between us. "You can't tell your Mom about what I am going to say, OK?" "OK" I said and we sat down on the sofa and she took my hands. She said she was feeling so very lonely and didn't know what to do about it. "I can't date yet, it is too soon, but I need someone to be with me." She was looking at me with that soft look again, and then added "I was hoping it would be you!" Maybe I was not looking for it, or just didn't expect this from Hope. 

I must have looked confused, because she nervously said "I hope I am not scaring you. But you are so much like your Mom was at your age, and I hope you are like her in this way too!" I was aghast! I blurted out "You and MY Mom were lovers!" She nodded "In college, we had an experimental affair. We agreed not to pursue it when we graduated and we both got married. I can't go back to your Mom and risk her marriage!" I looked at her with fresh eyes. I had to admit, she was still a wonderfully attractive woman. "I have to admit something to you, Hope. I have been involved with my girlfriend Heather for almost two years now. So maybe I am just like my Mom." She pulled me tight and said "Oh, Jo! I was hoping so much! I want you so much! I have desired you since you were fourteen and began developing so nicely!" With that she kissed me softly. I scrambled to collect my thoughts. "Why not?" I thought. 

"Hope would be the perfect teacher for me!" I kissed her back with an urgency that surprised her. My hands found the buttons on her blouse and began to make quick work of opening them. We broke our kiss and I caught my breath as her lovely breasts came into view. They were larger than mine, slightly pendulous, with large dark nipples crowning them. She removed my t-shirt and lustily moaned "Jo, you are so beautiful! Just like your Mom!" She eagerly bent her head and sucked in my nipple and soon had me panting with excitement. "Oh that feels so good!! I never dreamed it would feel this good!" In turn, we each raised our hips from the sofa so that we could slip each others shorts and panties off and our hands began a roaming dance on each other's body. "Jo, my pretty lover, let me show you how much I want you!" I reclined against the arm of the sofa as she kissed my breasts and flat tummy. I raised on leg to the back of the sofa and spread the other as wide as I could. "Jo, Oh Jo, your pussy is soooo lovely!" Her tongue flicked out and danced on my labia. 

The effect was electric! My wetness began to pour out of me and I could feel my clitoris strain in urgent erection! "MMMM...Hope that is so wonderful! Please don't stop!" I felt her tongue burrow inside my opening and lights began to flash in my head. With her thumb she teased my clit while her tongue began to writh inside of me. I could feel orgasm build, but I so desparately wanted to delay it as long as possible. Soon her tongue found my clitoris and flicked it back and forth frantically. 

She penetrated me with a finger and began to massage my g-spot. No one had done this to me before. Heather and I were too inexperienced to have found out about this special place! I could feel pressure building and my labia swell, and suddenly, my hips took on a life of their own and I bucked wildly. My head was spinning as a powerful orgasm swelled inside me and washed me away to Nirvana. My pussy squirted fluid inside of Hope's mouth as she worked her magic on me. She was gulping my juices down as fast as she could swallow, never relinquishing my clit from her ministrations. 

Another wave hit me and I screamed out in sheer pleasure "Oh My God!!! Oh Hope! Don't stop! Don't stop! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" As I floated like a feather back to Earth, Hope was caressing my forehead and whispering "My darling Jo, you are so wonderful! Thank You for letting me make you feel so good!" I pulled her face to me and kissed her with smoldering passion. "I want to make you feel good too!" I cried. With that, Hope leaned back into a position I had recently been in and her said through gritted teeth "Lick me, Jo! Lick me and make me cum!" I moved to a position between her outstretched legs and she expertly guided my every move. I knew I was doing something right when she would suddenly yelp with pleasure or moan softly. Her hand was stroking my hair as she guided me to her clit, by now so very hard and straining. 

She cooed when I took it between my lips and I began to suck it gently at first, then flicking it harder. "Put in a finger now! Please!" she panted. I did, then when she begged for more, I added another, then a third. Now Hope was delirious with pleasure as my fingers pistoned in and out of her juicy and thoroughly delicious pussy. I popped out my fingers and thrust my tongue as deeply as I could. I felt her inner muscles clutching desparately at my tongue, trying in vain to hold it in place. My finger went to her clit just as hers had so recently done to mine and I worked it hard. That was enough to send her into orgasmic orbit. She flooded my mouth with her juices and I tried to keep up but couldn't swallow fast enough. She held my head as her hips gyrated and then her thighs clamped down around ears and she almost screamed in orgasm. "Jo, Jo, My darling Jo!! You are so wonderful! I love you so much, Jo!" When I finally could remove my face from between her shapely and still quivering legs, I found I had a lot of her wetness on my chin. 

She promptly pulled me to her and licked her own juices off my face. We kissed deeply, like young lovers instead of close friends. She looked at me after several moment of cuddling and said "Now not a word to your Mom! We can't have her getting jealous!" We both laughed, but I had begun to see my Mom with new eyes now. She wasn't just my Mom, but a real, sexual being! I told Hope that her secret was safe with me, but that I never suspected she and Mom had been lovers.

She told me if I promised not to mention anything to arouse Mom's suspicions, she would give me another "lesson". I asked her in what subject, and she said "toys!" I couldn't wait for that next lesson!