Friend with Injured Mom
My first encounter with my mom's college friend Emmanuelle took place when I was 19. After graduating high school, I found myself undecided about my future. I wasn't ready for college and had no urge to hunt for a job. Instead, I spent my time gaming every day, without any responsibilities holding me back. However, I felt slightly unfulfilled.
One unusual June day, I was playing a game in the basement, while my mom was on a call regarding something in the laundry area. She was a bit on the loud side, but I decided against confronting her.
"Oh my god! Are you okay?" my mom asked loudly.
I lost the game and had to restart since my mom's boisterous chatter had distracted me.
"Sure, we'll come to see you," she responded. "Nonsense! Vince will come with me. What's he doing? Just playing video games, right? He can crash there for a couple of months. Maybe that'll push him towards getting a job or something." She scowled at me as she passed by, heading up the stairs.
"No, I'll tell Jack, and we'll drive there today. It's not too far. I'll stay for a couple days and then return."
Mam locked herself in the room upstairs, and I overheard her end of the conversation. I was dreading the prospect of spending the entire summer at Emmanuelle's place.
About an hour later, my mom was assisting me in packing my suitcase. "She fractured her leg, okay? She needs help, she's on crutches, and can barely move. "
"But why do I have to stay there?" I whined. But my mom's response left me at a loss.
"Vincent, don't test me, young man. I have to work, and you're doing nothing but gaming. This could be a good opportunity for you to help someone out."
I didn't argue further. We loaded the suitcases into my mom's car, leaving my gaming equipment behind.
After a six-hour drive, we reached Emmanuelle's town and found her house. The place had a private, fenced yard, a small pool, and a little patch of grass that needed mowing. I knew I'd have to tend to that chore.
Upon arrival, Emmanuelle greeted us at the door on crutches. She embraced us both and mom became emotional from the reunion after all these years.
Despite both women being 39, they maintained their figures. Emmanuelle wore cotton shorts and a bikini top because of the summer heat and her need for clothes that would go over her cast. Since she had a full-length cast extending from her toes to her mid-thigh, she needed assistance with day-to-day tasks like shopping, mowing the lawn, and maintaining cleanliness.
While she clung to me, her large breasts pressed firmly against my chest, causing a little excitement. Losing one crutch forced her to hug me tighter to avoid falling. Although it felt awkward, her body rubbing against mine, one hand on my arm, the other on my chest, and her breasts pressed against me, aroused me. I found myself gazing at her chest trapped beneath the fabric.
"Sorry," she mumbled, reclaiming a crutch. "These damn crutches, thank you, Suzie!" Mom smiled, but I noticed she was worried again.
"Don't you worry, Em" Mom assured her with a hug, stepping back afterwards.
Emmanuelle dragged us to the living room, ordering me to place the suitcases in the rear. My mom helped her sit while they held the crutches.
"Thank you, Suzie! You're the best!" They both hugged and wept before bursting into laughter about the absurdity of the situation.
"I'll never let you suffer without support, Em" my mom stated, slightly pulling apart to stare at Emmanuelle's leg.
Emmanuelle stared at me. "Thanks for the assistance, youngster. I hope your vacation plans aren't ruined." Both of them were locking eyes with me while I clung to her crushed breasts. Her nipples were painfully hard, jutting through the fabric. Instantly, my cock stiffened in my shorts. She was such a beautiful woman!
"No... uh... no, it's not an issue, Emmanuelle," I rapidly replied, unable to look away from her exposed chest.
"Call me Em," she fairy-tale sweetened with a laugh. "Emma with a 'u' feels too... old. Do I appear frumpy?" she inquired, smirking.
"Not at all... no... you're far from that," I babbled without thinking.
"Well, good then," she chuckled. "Maybe you could help me around the house while I'm here. Since I can't move on my own, and my husband..."
Our mom interrupted, "Vince is..."
Emmanuelle smiled. "Yes... he is."
She was baiting me. The sexual scene before made it evident. I imagined a kiss between the two women. My mother looked awkward, yet intimate, hugging each other. Their breasts were nearly touching, their lips millimeters from one another. I felt my stiff member pulsing against my shorts. Then she moved away.
"Let's go up to your room if you're not too tired," Emmanuelle guided us up the stairs. We entered a tiny, two-bedroom house with a bathroom upstairs. Emmanuelle added that the extra bedroom had been filled with junk and was unusable. But she had a queen bed in her sink-hole, which would accommodate all three.
I peered into the bedroom, biting my lip. All three of us... under one roof?
I scuttled into the bathroom for some personal grooming, thinking I could hear Em and my mom kissing. I pressed my ear to the door and listened to their lustful whispers.
"It's been ages," Emmanuelle purred.
"Yes... it has..." Moaning from my mother.
"I long for you."
"I... I want you too. But..."
More moans and slurping, but I didn't hear much else.
I splashed water on my face to distract myself. I flushed the toilet, waited for a while, then stepped out as my mom re-entered.
"Suzie?" Emmanuelle prompted. "I've got to visit the grocer. Do you mind running a few errands? The store closed at 11:00."
"Sure, I can do that," my mom eagerly agreed. "What do you need?"
"Milk, bread, some cereal for Vince. And some chicken and ground beef. I'll give you some cash for it."
As my mom made her leave, Emmanuelle pondered. "Do you think you could keep me company while I have a bath, dear?"
Swallowing, I agreed, and followed Emmanuelle to the bathroom. She pulled the bathing suit string, making her shirt dangle, baring her breasts. She tossed the shirt on the toilet seat, then tugged down her shorts. The crude wiggling drew my attention back to her incredible physical appearance.
"Can you assist me into the tub?" Em constructively inquired, wobbling over and leaning on me until she hit the edge of the tub. She turned the faucet on and adjusted the temperature, then asked for my help into the bathtub. I helped her get into the tub, adjusting the water's surroundings for her safety. As she hooked her crutches together, her hand landed on my shoulder for balance.
The crutches moved, and she pulled the shorts off, allowing them to fall where they may. She fiddled with her shoulder tightly while trying to get the shorts off, giggling about my uneasy reaction. She eventually dropped the shorts when she moved to aid me in aiding her into the tub. The view was enticing... her gorgeous naked boobs.
Rapidly, I averted my eyes, feeling flushed.
"Hmm... you're all bashful," Emmanuelle said, squirming in the tub for comfort. "Overreacting is so cute." Finally, the shorts were off, taking her naked lower half with them.
Emmanuelle struggled to stand, her hand touching my shoulder for support as she maneuvered her pants down. Bending down, she pulled the pants away from her lower limbs, foot by foot, moving them away. She giggled, "Have you seen a naked woman before?"
"Uhh..." my face reddened out of embarrassment.
"I could help you." Her foot nudged towards me, inching ever closer as though to touch my pubic region. Yikes!
"Hel..." my voice fumbled.
She wrapped an arm around my neck while she sat on the tub's edge, and I couldn't look away. Her naked body, right in front of me, grabbed my attention. Her breasts were huge and gorgeous, her nipples hard and jutting out. As she slid into the soapy bathwater, the bubbles thankfully covered her a bit. When she noticed me staring, my face turned red.
"You can help me wash..." she said seductively, licking her lips. Her hands moved across her chest and breasts, drawing my attention.
I bolted out the bathroom door. "I'll... I'll just wait outside." I was embarrassed, and excited all at once.
"Don't go too far!" she yelled cheerfully, unaware where I was going. "I may need more assistance."
"I'm... I'm right outside the door," I said, sliding down the wall and sitting with my back against it. My cock was throbbing in my pants. I couldn't believe this woman's openness! We'd just met.
"Fine."
As I sat outside the door, she talked to me. I could hear the water splashing and hear her discussing topics like school, girls, dating, and the future. Then she asked about sex.
"So... no girlfriend right now?" she asked.
"Nope... just no one caught my interest," I replied.
"How long has it been?"
"Been?" I asked. "I haven't had a genuine girlfriend since 10th grade."
"About three years, huh?" she concluded. I could hear different water sounds now and more distinct sounds from her. Changed breathing and a low moan.
"Yep," I muttered.
"How can you handle it?"
"Handle what?"
"Your three-year sex drought. I'd be dead by now."
"I just manage," I answered.
"... you... mmph... you're either ready to erupt or you must... masturbate a lot," she moaned.
I stuttered, unsure of how to answer. As I sat there, embarrassed, I imagined her hands moving over her body and nudged my groin, feeling my member straining within my pants.
"Um... I..." I stammered, too embarrassed for a proper response.
She giggled. "What kind of girls do you like, Vince?" she asked.
I hesitated. "I... I don't know what you mean."
"Do you like blondes, brunettes... timid women or assertive partners... younger ladies or older women?"
"I like blondes..." I unintentionally thought of her when I mentioned that. She was blonde!
"Mmmm... I like blondes too," she moaned. "I prefer timid partners because I relish being aggressive. I love teasing and testing my partners... getting their lust flowing wildly. I enjoy a strong, erect penis prepared for me."
My cock twitched, throbbing for release. I could barely stand myself. I grabbed my crotch through my pants, feeling how difficult it was to focus with my erection.
"Um... I..." I struggled to continue, embarrassed.
She giggled. "What sort of girls do you prefer?" she asked.
"I... I don't know that either," I said. My mind raced, considering a response that wouldn't reveal my nubility.
"You like auburns, redheads, shy women, or aggressive women... younger women or older...?"
"Auburns?" I said, unsure of this term. "I like all of them. No preference."
"Mmmm... auburn I like too. I enjoy dominant partners since I like being submissive," she said. "I love tormenting my partners... teasing them to the edge... and just doing my thing."
My cock pulsed. I felt an unbearable urge to masturbate. I fidgeted with my crotch through my shorts.
"Ok... I'm done. Can you help with the bottoms?" she asked.
I stepped inside the bathroom and covered my eyes, trying to avert my gaze from her lovely feet.
"Can you hand me a towel?" I got it off the rack and held it out for her. She giggled as she took it and began drying off, then handed it back for me to return to its spot. "My bikini top?"
I managed to control my eyes' direction, focusing on the floor. "Here..." I handed her her bikini top. She continued tying it around her body, giggling as she waited for my assistance. "Now your shorts..."
She chuckled. "You'll have to kneel down so I can step into them."
I licked my lips, anxious, and knelt before her. She hesitated, expecting me to pull her shorts up, butI stopped.
"Mmmm... right where I prefer my men," she moaned into a laugh. She slid her casted foot first through the open shorts. I had to assist pulling it up and over her cast. Then she managed to stand, stepping into her other foot. I helped pull it up and over her cast.
"There... all covered up," she giggled. "Look again." Her feet passed my hands, feeling her soft skin. She drove my frustration to new heights.
I pulled her shorts up over her knees before she took over. She initially resisted but accepted when I stopped.
As I gazed at her, she gave me a grin, amused by my shyness, and then bit her lower lip. It seemed as though she was itching to say more or do more, yet held back.
She inhaled deeply, slowly, as if releasing suppressed emotions, and then shook her head, trying to prevent her thoughts from becoming reality. "Unfortunately, your mother is coming home soon. Why don't we head down to wait?"
She began descending the stairs, leading the way, while I followed close behind, lending a helping hand when needed. Once downstairs, she settled on the couch, while I fetched us both refreshments. We engaged in conversation about the girls from my high school and neighborhood, but I couldn't recall much of what was said. While chatting, her hand played with my hair on the back of the couch, her eyes fixed on me. I recalled how delicate her skin felt... and her bikini-clad breasts kept distracting me.
After around forty-five minutes, my mother returned from her errands and spent some time putting away the groceries. We eventually trekked back upstairs to go to bed. It was past eleven.
Emmanuelle swiftly slipped beneath the sheets and I let my mother enter the bathroom first. I stepped out afterwards and found my mother in the center of the bed, while Emmanuelle and I occupied the edge. I halted the light and we tried to get some shut-eye as best we could. The bed, although big enough for two individuals, felt cramped with three people. Even a slight movement would result in a collision with my mother's limbs. Thus, I worked hard to stay as still as possible. My erection remained unwaveringly erect and it was an arduous task not to masturbate. Everything about Emmanuelle was whispering sex to me.
I drifted off to sleep and was startled by an odd noise in the darkness. I opened my eyes and raised my head, seeking to hear it again. Suddenly, I discerned a soft moan beside me. There was slight movement in the bed and I opened my eyes wider. I was looking towards the center of the bed where I glimpsed Emmanuelle. My mom was absent.
The noises I heard were those of licking and sucking... along with moans of pleasure. I observed Emmanuelle's mouth part slightly as she exhaled sharply, clearly turned on. "Y-Yeah, right there...," Emmanuelle muttered in a low voice.
I recognized the voice but couldn't quite place it. It was my mom, her mouth between Emmanuelle's legs, herils tonguing her... licking her vagina!
I couldn't believe what was transpiring before my eyes!
"Yes, just like that...," Emmanuelle murmured softly.
I could make out my mother's silhouette as she moved. Emmanuelle was stroking her hair and encouraging her. She maneuvered her right leg, the uninjured limb, and spread her legs wider to create more space for my mom.
"Tell me how much you love my pussy," Emmanuelle purred.
I could just barely decipher my mom's response. She didn't even cease licking as she spoke. "Oh God, I really adore your pussy."
"I should make you lick me all night long!" Emmanuelle declared, a little louder. "Holy shit, that feels good!"
My mom hushed her. "Please... my son..."
"Oh... sorry," Emmanuelle apologized, turning to face me. I attempted to keep my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, but was too slow. Our eyes met and she smirked. I turned beet red in the darkness. I had been caught. But she didn't reveal a thing. "You're going to make me cum all over your face, right?" she said while staring at me.
I was powerless to resist. I found myself unable not to watch them. My hand reached down to my cock, stealthily stroking it through my shorts. I knew I couldn't climax... at least, I shouldn't, but it would be challenging. In no time, they were both gasping and groaning. My mother sounded as if she was choking or drowning while Emmanuelle cried out, "Oh God," repeatedly, thrusting her hips up against my mom's face.
Then things quieted down. My mother returned to the center of the bed, and I overheard them caressing and kissing each other softly. I lay still in the dark, simply recalling the events, fondling my cock beneath the sheets. I attempted to appear asleep.
It seemed like an eternity before they ceased and fell asleep. I finally shed off slumber, still as hard as a rock.
I awoke to someone's hand on my side, softly caressing me. It remained extremely dark outside. A body was pressed behind me, at the edge of the bed, pushing me closer to my mother. I turned towards the middle and, upon opening my sleepy eyes, realized Emmanuelle was behind me, her hand touching me.
I could sense her breasts rubbing against my back and her warm breath on my neck and ear. Simply the sound of her was turning me on, but the touching was even more stimulating. She breathed her longing for me, her desire, her need. Her tongue lightly licked my shoulder as her hand grew bolder. She started to touch my arm and hip, her hand gliding softly but firmly over my body.
My mother moved away since I was crowding her, and still Emmanuelle pushed into me from behind. Her right hand slipped under my head and embraced me, hugging me tightly. She was breathing faster now as her hand wandered over my butt, down the outside of my leg. She curled her hand over, moving up the insides of my leg, and my dick began to stiffen. It craved to be touched. It welcomed every touch.
She traced back down the outside of my leg and onto my stomach and chest, forming circles on my body. I could feel her breasts against my shoulders like cushions with sharp tips. She moaned slightly as if she was becoming aroused just by touching me, and I became rock hard it was so uncomfortable.
I couldn't believe she was doing this, for more than one reason. And I definitely couldn't believe she was doing it so close to my mother. If my mom were awake, she'd definitely feel what was happening. Emmanuelle's hand would probably bump against her body if she moved slightly more.
Her hand moved along my stomach and onto the front of my shorts, her fingertips barely brushing my erection. She exhaled in delight next to my ear, making me shiver. I wriggled and heard her giggle a little as her fingertips traced the outline of my erection, moving along it, circling the head.
I didn't know what to think or feel. She had me so aroused that I wanted to explode! But with my mother so close... could I?
Her palm then rubbed my shaft as her fingers partially encircled it, stroking me through my jeans and groaned from the pleasure. I wanted this so badly.
She licked my ear. "Mmmm... I knew we'd be hard for me," she whispered. "So fucking hard. But I didn't know you'd be so big."
I'd never had a woman... or girl... touch my penis before. I'd never even had one talk to me like this before. Being a virgin meant I didn't even know if my penis was big or not. But it thrilled me to hear her pleased with what I had to offer her. She kept stroking me and stroking me, making me so hard. I wriggled, but had nowhere to move. She was so assertive in her desire. Her hand would make me cum and there was nothing I could do about it.
"Did you like watching your mother lick my pussy, baby? I bet you did. I bet you were stroking your big, beautiful penis while you listened to her sucking on my clitoris, begging me to cum all over her face." I moaned softly, her words, breathing, and stroking were driving me crazy. "Mmhmm... I bet you wanted to lick me yourself, didn't you? I bet you want to taste my pussy yourself, don't you?"
She was breathing heavily in my ear when I finally came with soft grunts. "That's it baby... just let it go..." she whispered, stroking harder as I came in my underwear. "Give me all that cum." My cum filled my underwear, creating a sticky, smelly mess I soon found myself covered in.
I lay there panting, with her behind me, her arm still caressing my stomach and occasionally grazing over my cock. I felt her hand slip underneath the elastic band of my underwear and then slide out, smeared with my cum. I felt her lift it to her mouth and heard her lick it clean, moaning softly.
"Mmm... your cum tastes delicious, baby," she said and then kissed my ear and neck. "I'm going to want more where that came from... a lot more. Good night baby."
Then I felt her slide out of the bed behind me. I heard her move around the bed to the other side and get in. I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
For the following three months, Emmanuelle taught me how to be a man, serving her needs and pleasing her at every turn. She taught me that the woman who loves me owns me, controls my penis and my body, doing with it as she pleases. She taught me that I must demonstrate my love by giving her whatever she desires.
I felt gloomy when my mother appeared at the end of the summer, signaling it was time for me to go back home. The first week there was particularly dismal, making it difficult even to enjoy playing video games. My mom tried putting me in a better mood, encouraging me to get out of the house and participate in activities, but it didn't work.
Then, seven days after my return, my phone rang. It was a number I didn't recognize, so I answered it. The voice on the other end belonged to Samantha, a chum of Emmanuelle's. She resided near me and wanted me to meet her. She picked me up two hours later, wearing a stunning sun dress.
"Hi! Are you Vince?" she inquired as I emerged from the house, walking towards her car.
"Samantha?" I inquired.
"Yes, step in."
I got into the passenger side, and secured the belt. I noted that a young woman occupied the back seat. She appeared to be slightly older than me and wore a crop-top shirt and shorts. She remained quiet in the corner. I smiled at her, but she didn't seem to be in the mood for chatting.
"Are we ready to go?" Samantha inquired as she shifted into reverse and drove towards her house. Just like Emmanuelle, she was somewhere in her 30s to early 40s, still maintaining a terrific physique. I noted her carefully manicured fingers and the fancy jewelry she had on.
She reached out and touched my thigh while making small talk and I instantly got aroused, like with Emmanuelle. "So, Vince, Emmanuelle told me good things about you and recommended you as someone I should... teach," she said. Her hand moved up my thigh and accidentally encountered my erection. "I thought we could get acquainted a bit more and see where this may lead." Her hand shifted and now tightly covered my cock, rubbing it in a seductive manner. "What are your thoughts?"
I was gasping as I pressed back into the seat, appreciating the sensations showering over my body. "I would... I would appreciate that," I stammered, struggling to speak.
"Mmmm...," she purred. "Let's take off those restrictive garments, shall we?" Her fingers moved to the buttons, coaxing me to open my trousers and pull them down. I assisted her, taking my jeans down to my knees. Her fingers circled my member and then slowly stroked it. "Mmmm... very appealing... How about you, pet?"
The woman in the back seat leaned forward, her hand moving between the seats to grab my cock, joining in the stimulation. "He's large and impressive," it said softly. I relaxed in the seat as Samantha's hand relinquished control, leaving only the young woman's grip. She caressed me a little faster.
"If you can cause him to climax before arriving home, you might be rewarded with a little fun with him tonight," Samantha whispered.
I understood that I had found what I had been yearning for. I no longer needed school or work. All I required was someone to love and look after me.
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