Mum’s Best Friend

It was my 25^th birthday and I was about to leave my apartment to meet my friends for some drinks to celebrate when there was a knock at my front door.

“Hello, Xander,” I was surprised to see my mum’s friend Ingrid Peterson smiling at me when I answered.

“Hello, Mrs Peterson,” I replied. “Er, my mom isn’t here.” I was perplexed about why she was here when my mom didn’t live here. I was equally confused about why Ingrid Peterson was dressed up like she was going to a party.

Ingrid Peterson was one of my mum’s closest friends. She was just past forty years old two kids. She had divorced her husband after he cheated on her with a younger woman while she was pregnant. I could never understand why. If you looked up MILF in the dictionary you would find her picture. Mom and Ingrid went to yoga together, so she had a smoking body. Whenever we met, I caught myself staring at her. Luckily Ingrid Peterson hadn’t caught me ogling her, yet.

Mum had me when she was a teenager when dad got her pregnant. They got married but broke up when I was nine. I know they tried their best to make it work for me. They were just two different people. I remember they argued a lot it was horrible to see, and it affected me badly. I don’t know what happened, but one day they were at each other’s throats, and then the next they were the best of friends and got divorced. My parents’ divorce transformed me for the better. They still get on today. Dad remarried and gave me a little sister. Mom has been more picky. She dated but never found anyone good enough.

“Actually,” Ingrid said awkwardly, “Your mom asked me to come over to make sure you don’t go out. She suspected you might have plans.”

“Oh!” I answered. You didn’t have to be Einstein to know something was up.

“Are you going to be a gentleman and ask me in or are you going to leave a lady standing at your door?” she asked with unimpressed raised eyebrows.

“Er, sure. Come in,” I wasn’t sure what had been planned, but I wasn’t happy my plans would be ruined. I wasn’t impressed that Ingrid stood, blocking my way out of my apartment either. After she was inside with the front door closed. “Look, Mrs Peterson,” I told her. “I don’t know what you and Mum have planned, and I appreciate what you are doing, but I really do need to go out.”

“I’m sorry, Xander. Your mum’s instructions were very clear ‘Don’t let Xander meet his friends. Keep him in his apartment and wait for my call.’”

I could feel my anger rising and I tried to push past her. She was surprisingly strong and a move on me to force me back.

“Mrs Peterson, I want to leave!”

“No Xander, you have to stay and wait for your mum’s phone call!” she repeated firmly.

“No!” I told her petulantly.

Ingrid looked at me sternly and there was an angry silence until she broke it off by removing her dress.

I was speechless. My mum’s hot MILF friend, Ingrid Peterson was standing in just her underwear in my apartment.

Ingrid smiled wickedly at my dumbfounded reaction and began to walk towards me in her black, lacey lingerie. I took a few steps back, but I could feel myself reacting in my trousers.

“Don’t run,” she said in a sultry voice. “Don’t tell me you don’t want me. I’ve seen how you look at me. Don’t be ashamed, I like it. You’re a handsome boy, Xander. Any woman would happily have you.”

“Mrs Peterson-,” I began to object after she backed me up to a wall. I could feel her large soft breasts pushing into me. My cock was straining in my trousers.

Her finger came to my lips to quieten me, before she pulled me down for a kiss, her tongue invading my mouth, “Call me Ingrid. I think we will be going past Mrs Peterson, don’t you?” She kissed me again and gave me a little naughty laugh as she sunk to her knees.

I had no idea what to do as my mum’s friend began to undo my trousers. With one expert pull, both my trousers and boxers fell to my ankles and my erection sprang free.

Ingrid gasped at the sight of it, “Handsome and a big cock! Take off your coat and shirt, Xander. We both know you’re not going anywhere until I’ve finished with you,” she told me, as she took my cock in her mouth.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed. I had had several blow jobs but none from anyone as experienced as Ingrid Peterson. I heard her chuckle wickedly at my reaction.

Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock and trails of saliva up and down my shaft. I normally felt teeth graze me from the inexperienced girls but from a woman, there was none of that. She knew what she was doing, and I was powerless to stop her.

“Message your friends, Xander,” she told me as she told me as she nuzzled my balls. “Tell them you’re not meeting them tonight.”

“My phone is in my pocket,” I managed to squeak.

Without stopping or a second thought, Ingrid fished out my phone and gave it to me. I sent the message and exclaimed, “What the hell!” when I immediately got the reply, “Don’t sweat it, dude.”

“See, I told you weren’t going anywhere,” Ingrid smirked.

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” I asked worriedly. “You’re my mum’s fr-, FUCK!” my last objection on the matter was silenced by the intense feeling of Ingrid swallowing my whole cock.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” she smirked knowing I was under her spell. “Don’t worry, we have plenty of time. You can leave your clothes here.”

I watched her head to my bedroom as I struggled to remove my clothes as quickly as possible, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. She smiled as she quickly glanced behind her to see me watching her.

“Come here, Xander,” she patted the space next to her as she lounged on the bed. “Let’s see if you know how to use that delicious cock of yours.”

I climbed onto my unsure if I was dreaming or not. The polite and friendly Mrs Peterson I had known for so long had changed into a predatory vixen called Ingrid and I was her prey.

“How well do you kiss, Xander?” she asked as she pulled me down on top of her.

Our lips met and her mouth parted, inviting my tongue to get reacquainted with hers. I was now on autopilot. I had a routine, and I was going to show it to Ingrid. She moaned as I started to kiss and nibble her neck.

“No love bites,” she warned giving me a little slap on the head. “Yes, keep doing that.”

My hand caressed her body. Running down her body, over her hip, and down her thigh and back again.

“This feels nice,” she sighed. “You’re so good with your hands.”

I never had sex like it. I normally had to guess what the girls I slept with liked. Ingrid was telling me! I never knew you could communicate during sex.

Ingrid’s legs parted and she took my hand and instructed me to caress the inside of her thigh which quickly turned into me running a finger up and down her slit through her panties which became moist at my touch.

“You’re a fast learner, Xander,” she praised me. “A very fast learner.”

Our tongues danced together as we kissed. She and one hand on the back of my head and another reached for my cock. She began to rub my cock’s head between her finger and thumb.

“Don’t you like my boobs? I want you to suck on them. Take off my bra!” she demanded in a husky voice. “Oh! Good boy!” she smiled as I undid her bra in one go. “More gently,” she taught me as I sucked on her hard nipple. “That’s it! Use your tongue.”

Ingrid’s breasts were large and soft. I had never been able to make a girl moan like Ingrid was doing by just sucking on their tits.

“Show my pussy your talented tongue,” her breathing was hot and heavy as she pushed me on the shoulders to guide me downwards. “Take off my panties.”

I took off her panties and stared at Ingrid’s pussy. It looked like a pink rose. It was a thing of beauty.

“Hurry, Xander. I need to cum!” I was reminded curtly.

I bent down between Ingrid’s legs and gave her slit a long and slow lick. Ingrid rewarded me with a long and slow moan as she arched her back.

“Here, Xander! Lick me here!” she sounded needy as she showed me her clit. “Suck on it, Xander! Fuck!” she screamed as she orgasmed. “Keep going! Don’t you dare stop! Put a finger inside. That’s it! Curl it! Curl it, Xander! Keep sucking!”

I did as I was told. Ingrid’s hips began to buck so fast, and her legs moved around so much that I had to remove my finger from inside her pussy to control her hips. Her whole body began to shake, her thighs squeezed my head, and she made a painful gargling sound. My face was coated with her cum.

Ingrid gently lifted my head from between her legs, smiling as she did so, “Good boy,” she told me as she sat up to wipe the mess around my mouth. She kissed me passionately in appreciation.

“Now, I want you to fuck me,” she laid back down again and raised he legs and hips. “Enter me, Xander, but don’t cum until I tell you!”

I moved on top of her, she lined my cock at her entrance, and she gasped with pleasure as I slid into her. I began to move my hips. Ingrid pulled my head down so we could kiss while we fucked.

“Faster and harder, Xander! I need to be fucked faster and harder!”

In the position I was in, I could only fuck so fast and so hard. I shifted further on top of Ingrid, almost bending her in two and I began to slam into her.

Ingrid gave little screams as I pounded her. Her pussy was so sopping wet that I went effortlessly balls deep into her and my balls began to make a slapping sound with each thrust.

Ingrid quickly orgasmed then orgasmed again.

“I’m going to cum!” I growled.

“Not yet! I need one more. Give me one more, Xander!”

I closed my eyes and to concentrate to stop myself from cumming.

Ingrid screamed her orgasm, and I couldn’t stop myself. I fired rope after rope of cum into her for the best orgasm of my life.

“Thank you, Xander. You have no idea how much I needed that,” she told me with several passionate kisses after we had recovered. “I’ve been so frustrated for so long. Don’t worry I’m on the pill.”

Before he could answer, he heard a phone ping.

“That’ll be your mum. Get dressed. We need to go.”

Ingrid drove me to my mum’s house making me message her to tell her we were on our way. When we got there, the lights were off. I had a sinking feeling. A surprise party. Mum loved them. I hated them.

Ingrid saw the expression I must have made, “Don’t worry lover boy,” she laughed stroking my face. “Your mum put a lot of effort into it.”

When we walked in, I was hit with a wall of, “SURPRISE!”

I forced a smile onto my face. I saw all my friends who I was supposed to meet that night and some family.

“Happy birthday, Xander!” my mum smiled kissing me on the cheek and embracing me. She looked at me funny, “What have you been doing? You’re all sweaty and smell funny.”

“Nothing,” I lied. She must have known it wasn’t sweat on my face.

Mum looked at Ingrid suspiciously, “He didn’t give you any trouble, did he?”

“He made it hard, but I persuaded him not to go out,” Ingrid replied innocently despite the blatant innuendo.

I panicked. Mum didn’t look impressed. Ingrid just smiled.

In the end, I had a great time at the party. For some reason, I felt more confident and comfortable around the girls. However, I kept seeing Ingrid look jealously at me.

I left a couple of girls to go to the toilet. When I got there, the door opened, and Ingrid pulled me inside pushing me back up against the closed door to kiss me.

My cock instantly woke up again.

“I can still feel your cum in my panties,” she breathed excitedly in my ear as she stroked my cock over my trousers. “When the party is over, I’m going to take you home and you’re going to fuck me again. It will be our secret. Maybe we can make it a regular thing, whenever my kids are with their father.”

“Ingrid, I’m sure we should da-“ I began.

She pressed her lips to mine to stop me from speaking, “I don’t want a relationship. I just need to be fucked. Do you understand? I’ve been looking for someone and you passed the audition with flying colours. My ex-husband never made me cum like that. So, don’t get too friendly with other girls. I need you to keep yourself for me.” She flashed me a sexy and wicked smile as she squeezed out of the bathroom.

And we fucked when we got home and many times after that. She was easily the best fuck of my life. She taught me everything I know.