I caved into myself and fucked my daughter’s best friend

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Everybody mentioned in this story is 18+.

So, my daughter’s best friend. They’ve been friends forever, met in preschool, always had play dates. He’s a guy, so there was obviously always the question as to whether or not they’d end up dating. The answer is a firm no, they can barely stand each other for more than an afternoon, but in that best friend sort of way where toxicity is fine. It’s much more sister-brother between them than anything else.

For years, he and I have flirted. It’s embarrassing to say, a lot of this is, I’m embarrassed. But he’s charming, and funny, very handsome. And we’d mainly do it just to annoy my daughter, because hey, it was funny.

It was always stuff like “hey Ms. Jones, those pants look great on you,” from him, stuff like “Wow, have you been to the gym this week?” while touching his arm from me. Nothing mind blowing in terms of flirting, but it annoyed my daughter enough to make her groan and throw stuff at us.

But there always something there between him and I. Nothing too deep, but still something. Just attraction. He’s a very handsome man, I’m not too bad myself. I caught him checking me out a couple times.

So, today. My daughter works second shift at a supermarket, 3-11 PM. Her friend, let’s call him John, shows up to my house around 4 PM.

It’s not out of the ordinary for him to come over while she isn’t home. He’ll come to “steal” some food sometimes, that’s what he calls it, as far as I’m concerned he’s open to our pantry anytime. Sometimes he’ll use our laundry machine when he doesn’t feel like paying for the laundromat.

I’m fine with all this, he does it with my expressed permission, and it’s always good to have someone around, even if just for a half hour. So he shows up, I welcome him in, I’m done work for the day so we get to talking. I end up making him a sandwich, getting him some chips, water.

We end up kinda flirting. I catch him looking at my cleavage, I tease him for it. He apologizes, but asks if I can blame him. I laugh, tell him no. It kinda goes from there.

We get a little quiet. We’re across each other on the counter. I touch his hand. I kinda rub it. He grabs my hand. And without a word from either of us, we lean over and start kissing.

It all goes wordless. I end up getting on top of the counter and sliding over to him, ending up on his lap, and we continue kissing. Some words are exchanged, me apologizing for being a little clumsy and him laughing and saying it’s ok.

We get up and move to the sofa. I’m on bottom, he’s kissing me, then moves down to kissing my neck, biting it. I’m taking off my leggings, he’s unbuckling his jeans. I take off my panties, his boxers come off. He takes off my top. He’s kissing my stomach. He ends at my pussy.

He kisses my thighs first as he moves me around a bit. Then he starts eating me out, and he’s surprisingly actually good at it. No pro, but good. Educated in a woman’s body. He’s using his tongue, fingers. God it feels good.

I don’t quite to orgasm, but I get very close. I tell him that. Then he stops. I groan in disappointment, he just looks up at me and laughs. I blush so hard, realizing for the first time what’s happening. I don’t try to put a stop to it, but it just hits me what we’re doing and who we are, etc.

All those faults go away though as I feel his tip at my entrance. Be enters me slowly. I didn’t get a good look at his dick, but it feels so good in me. Not huge or big, but thick. And his thumb is rubbing my clit. So I’m feeling good.

He’s starting to rock himself into me, and I try to match his rhythm, moving with him. I’m moaning, he’s groaning. And for a bit I get lost in the moment. Just good lovemaking taking my mind away.

I actually cum first. It’s a shaking, trembling, beautiful orgasm. I remember him groaning as I orgasmed over his cock. He’s second to cum, and does it on my stomach. He finishes himself with his hand.

We sit, breathing heavily for a minute. I scurry off to the bathroom, wipe myself off and pee. I come back, he’s put my clothes out neatly on the sofa, straightening out cushions. He starts to apologize, for what I don’t know, but I don’t really care and I go on my tip toes, put my arms around him and start making out with him. He kisses me back. I can taste myself on his tongue.

I whisper to him his cock felt perfect in me. He squeezes my ass and tells me my pussy felt great around him. I ask him if he wants to go again. He sighs and says he has to be at work in an hour and a half and he should shower. I say he could do it here, he says he uses a specific shampoo, and from here the conversation gets significantly less sexy so I’ll break it now. Probably for the best, we would’ve gotten carried away I think.

So I send him off with another kiss, and he’s out the door.

An hour later I get a text from him, it’s a thank you for the sex, and him asking if we could meet sometime to talk. I tell him he’s always welcome to come around, but if he’d rather get coffee that’s ok too.

We’ll be getting coffee on Friday at 4.

I’ve obviously been exclusively thinking about this since he left. The morality of it, if I’m still a good mom. I don’t regret it, but I am questioning myself. I’m not sure on this. I am very happy to have gotten him off, though. I’m very flattered he wanted to fuck little ol me. And I may or may not have sent him a suggestive selfie. That was probably dumb of me. I haven’t felt this type of attention in years. It’s hot and heavy and I love it.

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