Secret Affair With Friends Son 07

"Hey, Rache." I answered, picking up the phone.

"Hey Jen. Are you busy?" She replied, a hint of anxiety in her voice.

"No, not really. What's up?" I asked, already aware of the direction the impending conversation would be heading in. "Is everything okay?"

"No, no it isn't." The anxiety in her voice grew deeper. "Adam went to see his friends but then the weather got so crazy. He still hasn't come back and he's not picking up his phone either."

I realized then that maybe I'd picked up her call a bit too hastily. The calm I'd been feeling with Adam once again an intimate and sexual part of my life had been all-consuming, and I'd forgotten in that peace to think up a possible explanation for the whereabouts of her son. I pondered over whether I should tell her the truth that her son was safe, comfortable and freshly drained of the cum he'd filled my tight ass with - leaving out the last part, of course - and potentially raise suspicion or to lie and admit ignorance of his whereabouts, playing it safe but adding to her panic. The awareness that any delay in my response would come off as fishy cut the trail of thought short.

"Adam's with me." I replied matter-of-factly.

"What?" I heard her tone of worry shift to one of surprise.

"Yeah, don't worry." I added, selecting my words such as to minimize any traces of suspicion. "He was on his way home but my place was closer when it started raining, so he ran his way here. Was completely drenched so I gave him an old tracksuit to throw on while his clothes dried."

Until not too long ago, I'd feel recurrent pangs of guilt over the amount I'd lied to my best friend to cover up my affair with her son. It was in that moment, however, that I realized that only an inkling if not none of any such guilt remained. The calm and peace I'd felt over having Adam once again a part of my life really had been all-consuming, and I was ready to lie through my teeth if it meant the continuation of having more of him.

"Oh, thank god." Rachel ate it up, sighing in relief - much to my own - before raising an appropriate question. "But why wasn't he picking up his phone?"

"I think he mentioned something about the rain damaging it." I quickly lied again, somewhat impressed at my newfound proficiency at it. "Don't worry, I'll drive him back to yours as soon as the weather clears up. And we'll stop by the store on our way to see if they can fix it."

"Oh, you're a savior. Thank you so much!" She sighed gratefully, now beaming with relief. "I guess I'll see you two later then. Love you!"

"Love you too!" I replied, and we hung up.

I'd been standing by the bed through the duration of our phone call when I turned to find Adam waiting at the open door, a smirk on his face. He was once again dressed in the T-shirt and shorts he'd made his way over in, now completely dry.

"How long were you standing there?" I asked, amused by his sneaky tendencies. "That was your mom."

"I know. Nice story you made up there." He smirked wider.

He'd heard the entire exchange from the looks of it, and while I honestly did feel a little weird just lying to my best friend like that, I couldn't help but smile at the sense of achievement on his face in having driven me to such a point. We glared at each other for a bit, before my mind shifted to another realization.

"It's still raining..." I said, and the smile on my face stretched wider, now sporting a slight undertone of lust. "So you can't leave any time soon..."

Adam stood still for a moment, the smirk on his face slowly replaced by a serious, wanton look before he moved closer to my still body.

"I didn't plan on leaving any time soon, either..." He replied. Our eyes remained glued on each other as he closed the distance, halting just a step away from having his chest in contact with the swell of my breasts. The undertone of lust spread from my lips to my eyes while I noticed the hunger in his, which reminded me...

"You hungry?" I asked, feeling he might need replenishment after all that strenuous running and fucking.

"Yes..." He replied, but moved his gaze down to the inner lobes of my tits left exposed by the parted open robe. I felt my nipples harden, the thought of filling him up with food quickly sidelined by the lewd meaning of his answer.

"And what are you hungry for?" I asked slowly, biting my lip.

Adam's eyes returned to my face, clearly thinking the same thing I was.

***

"So are you actually hungry?" I asked, and took a seat on the edge of the long couch.

"No, not really." Adam replied, before joining me on its other edge. "Are you?"

"I was. But you took care of that, didn't you?" I smiled suggestively at him, but then laughed at the blush that instantly painted his face even after what we'd just done.

Earlier in the bedroom, Adam had pushed me back into the bed and flung my robe open, viciously attacking my naked, massive jugs and slobbering all over them. He'd squeezed and molded the soft, firm flesh all the while hungrily sucking on my nipples, before pulling back and spitting out the drool he'd collected between both breasts. Soon his shorts and boxers were once again discarded on the floor, as he'd climbed on top and savagely fucked both slippery tits while I'd squeezed them tightly around his length. I'd begged him to feed me his cum, and he'd done just that, depositing a third giant load into my open mouth to conclude the spontaneous, spit-ladled titty-fuck.

We'd since moved into the TV lounge, Adam once again fully dressed while I'd tightened the robe for a chance to accomplish anything non-sexual with the eighteen year old. As much as I'd missed his giant cock or his massive, delicious loads, I'd missed him too, and conversation was how I meant to make up for a month's worth of avoidance from my end.

I leaned back into the armrest, stretching out my legs and planting them in his lap. Adam ran his hands over their exposed skin, before beginning to attentively stare at my feet.

"See something you like?" I asked, playfully raising an eyebrow.

"Your feet." He answered without breaking his gaze. "I never noticed, but you have really pretty feet."

"Why thank you." I smiled at him, before raising the next obvious question. "Do you have a foot fetish?"

"What?" He looked back up in confusion.

"You know, a foot fetish." I explained. "Some men love feet. They kiss them, lick and suck on the toes, ask to have their cock stroked with them, that kind of stuff. Some women are really into it too."

"Oh no, no, I know what a foot fetish is." He quickly replied. "I was just admiring your feet. I'm not into that, I think. Though if you are, I could try kissing them. Licking and sucking on the toes, though, well..."

"What about stroking your cock with my feet?" I raised my brow further, amused by his honesty.

"That... that sounds pretty nice, actually." He answered, and we both laughed.

I thought to reprimand myself. I'd just moved us here to have a nice, wholesome conversation with the man I'd missed so much for the entirety of a month, and here I was turning things sexual again. I'd just been thinking of ways to move us back to the intended wholesome, when Adam glanced at the table adjacent to his siderest and picked up a pair of dice. He fiddled with them for a bit, but then suddenly looked back up to meet my eyes in excitement.

"Let's play a game." He said, grinning.

"What game?" I asked, narrowing my eyes in suspicion of his intentions.

"So, we'll throw a dice each." He eagerly explained the foundations of the newfound pastime he'd just mentally created. "Any time one of us gets a six, we get to ask a question. If both of us get sixes, the turn's canceled and we throw the dice again."

"So pretty much a glorified truth and dare?" I raised my brow again, but somewhat matched his excitement.

"Oh yeah, I didn't think of that. We can pick dare too, then." He concluded his proposal.

I thought it over for a few seconds, this hadn't exactly been my idea of conversation. But then again, it sounded fun, and made me feel like I were younger and back in my college days where such games would be a mandatory activity at parties. Maybe this was expected considering the age disparity between us - were this affair to evolve into a relationship in the future, sooner or later I'd have to meet him halfway in the things we'd be doing together, and this seemed like a great place to start. Another few seconds and my mind was made up, as I leaned forward to grab one of the two dice in his hands.

"Prepare to reveal your deepest, darkest secrets." I grinned confidently at him.

"We'll see about that." He shifted in place, as we both threw the dice onto the sofa space between us.

I got a five and frowned in disappointment, while it was Adam's lucky day. First he'd gotten to thoroughly fuck the mouth, pussy and ass of his mother's best friend, and now he'd just freshly fucked her tits too before landing a six on his first throw.

"Haha, got you!" He exclaimed in victory. "So... truth or dare?"

I thought over what to pick. Knowing the eighteen year old and the absolute mess that were his hormones at this age, I'd no doubt that either option would quickly turn sexual. If I picked dare, the robe was likely coming off, and we'd be concluding the game right in the first round with what was to inevitably follow. Wanting to beat him at his own game and winning a couple rounds myself, the decision was an easy one.

"Truth." I answered calmly, leaning back into the couch.

"What's your bra size?" He asked almost instantly, as if already aware of the decision I'd make.

"What? I laughed, extremely amused. "You jerked off on my bra and didn't even check the label?"

"Well... I was a little busy imagining your big tits, and how they'd feel wrapped around my dick." He replied in another example of the strides he'd made in his confidence.

I bit my lip at his confession, resigning all intentions of our conversation turning wholesome any time soon.

"And how do they feel?" I asked sultrily.

"I think you know." He smiled, before nervously continuing. "I mean, from how much I just came, uhh... in your mouth."

I bit my lip harder at the memory, the taste of his thick, creamy baby batter still fresh on my palate. This eighteen year old had fed me enough semen to sate my hunger for lunch. Most guys would shuffle through multiple girlfriends before finding one willing to swallow, while this one had lucked out such that the first piece of ass he'd ever tapped, the thirty-two year old mother of his best friend, the woman he'd crushed on his entire life and one that had partaken in raising him, just happened to be a complete slut for his cum.

"I did regret not checking, though." He continued, still awaiting an answer. "I've always wanted to know."

"Are you sure you can handle it?" I grinned at him, raising my hands to cup each massive breast over the silky robe. "Most guys only dream of seeing my big tits, and you've already fucked them twice, so that I know you can handle. But can you handle knowing the actual size?"

"Uhh..." Adam stared open-mouthed at my now-enhanced canyon of cleavage. When he made no move to respond, I finally answered his question.

"Thirty six double F."

"Holy fuck." He gasped in amazement as I giggled. "But how? I thought they were supposed to sag when they're that big, but yours are so firm and perky."

"Lucky you, huh?" I smiled, before quickly lowering my hands to pick up a dice. The motion ended his processing of my answer sooner than he would have liked, but I was playing to win and wanted my turn to get some action out of him. I watched as he frustratedly moved to pick up the other dice, and we rolled again.

His luck finally ran out as we landed on a two and four respectively. We rolled again and I managed to get my first six, while his dice read three.

"Dare." He answered on his own before I could pose the question.

I smiled at his eagerness, before choosing to weaponize our earlier conversation.

"Kiss my feet." I gave him his dare, expecting reluctance but pleasantly surprised when there was none.

"With pleasure." He smiled back and leaned down.

He started planting soft, gentle kisses on both my feet, taking his time in covering their surface before beginning to move up and entering the territory of my legs. I watched as he slowly and sensually kissed his way up, parting my robe open as his lips eventually reached my thighs.

"I said feet." I laughed and pushed him back to his corner, halting him from approaching his final intended destination and no-doubt concluding the game early had his tongue met my folds. "It's only the second round, get a hold of yourself." I playfully reprimanded him, as he smiled back.

We picked up the dice and rolled again. A couple unsuccessful attempts from the both of us later, Adam got his second six.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"I meant to ask this earlier, but, why do you sometimes call me daddy when we have sex?" He asked, innocence coating his voice.

"Do you not like it?" I teased him, fully aware of how much it really turned him on.

"Oh no, no, I absolutely love it. It's like, the hottest thing ever. I just... wasn't expecting it, I guess."

"Well, I don't exactly blame you." I teased further. "Not many eighteen year olds can brag about being called daddy by an older woman, let alone their mother's best friend."

Adam blushed and looked away for a second before recomposing himself, while I began to answer.

"It's basically a really kinky version of dirty-talk. I have a bit of a submissive streak, if you couldn't tell already, so the times you're just absolutely fucking my brains out, I can't help but think that an eighteen year old is completely dominating me in bed." I explained. "Throw in the fact that you're my best friend's son, and one I pretty much raised right alongside her, well, it's like a complete shift in the power dynamics between us. I tried not to admit it for the longest time, but that's really fucking hot and turns me on so much. And it's in those moments that I can't help but call you daddy."

I finished, watching as Adam stared deeply into my eyes with an all too familiar look. His glare was enough confirmation that my answer had managed to turn him on again, but then I felt my feet raise in his lap from the freshly formed tent he was now sporting. I giggled, picking up the dice and abruptly ending his processing again.

He remained silent as we played another round.

"Truth or dare?" He landed his third six.

"How do you keep getting those?!" I gritted my teeth in playful frustration before answering. "Dare."

"Hmmm..." He thought over his options for a minute. "I want you to put a bra on."

"What?" I instantly laughed at the bizarreness of his request. He wanted me to actually throw something on for once rather than off.

"Let me finish." He went on. "I want you to put a bra on, then let me take it off. I want to practice."

I laughed even harder at the full version, coupled with the completely serious demeanor he sported when making his request. Once my burst of laughter concluded, I smiled at his still serious, expecting face. He was so fucking cute, and clearly committed to adding the unsnapping of a woman's bra to his list of sexual expertise.

Without any further exchange of words, I removed my legs from his lap and moved towards the bedroom, returning a minute later adorning a sexy, red set of a bra and thong underneath the now untied robe. I took a seat on my corner of the sofa before turning my back towards him and lowering the top half of the robe below my shoulders.

"Go ahead." I smiled, looking back at him.

Adam excitedly closed the distance between us, raising his hands to fiddle with the lacy red hook. He brought his face closer to examine it for a bit as I felt his warm breath against my back, before finally figuring out the logistics of the act and unsnapping.

"Good job." I teasingly commended him, as he rubbed his hand against the skin of my back now left exposed by the open hook before returning to his corner of the couch.

I turned back around and re-placed my feet in his lap, before sliding the straps off my shoulders and lowering the red cups, exposing my huge, round breasts. Despite it being his umpteenth viewing of the overly modest mammaries, his mouth still parted open and his eyes widened at the sight, as I laughed and threw the red brassiere at him. He caught it in his hands and immediately took to finding its label, confirming my earlier answer of their size.

"Well hello there... thirty six double F titties." He looked back up and waved his hands at my exposed chest, and I burst out laughing again. "I was already hard after your earlier answer, but..." He continued. "Now it's just getting painful."

I looked down at the way the obscene tent in his shorts uplifted my feet, and considered pausing the game and relieving him right there and then. Using my mouth was tempting, but letting him rail me on the couch was far more so, and I bit my lip in further consideration. It was his turn to end my processing of his words sooner than I would have liked, as he leaned forward to pick up his dice and rolled.

I'd let my imagination run wild for a bit too long, and felt myself getting wet again. Seeing his determination to keep the game going, however, I tied my robe shut again and picked back up my own dice.

"Seriously?" I rolled my eyes as just two rounds later, he landed another six.

"Guess it's my lucky day." He grinned, the admission that his luck extended beyond just the game clear in his voice. "So, truth or dare?"

"Dare." I quickly replied, eager to move onto the next round for a chance of winning.

Adam leaned back in the couch and took his time coming up with a challenge. He ran his hands over the red bra still in his hands before eyeing my cavernous cleavage, thinking for another minute before finally speaking.

"I want you to play with them." He asked, 'innocently' the word I'd use to describe his tone rather than 'demandingly' despite the nature of his request. His eyes remained locked on to my cleavage, so it wasn't difficult to discern what he'd meant by 'them'.

"Men..." I sighed, before smiling at his endless obsession with my tits. I lowered my hands and once again began to untie the robe.

"No." He cut me off, as I looked up at him in confusion. "Through your robe. Play with your tits through your robe." He finished, more demanding this time.

I stared at him for a second, but then raised my hands to begin fondling my own tits. I cupped them in both palms at first, before squeezing and molding their flesh through the silky material of the robe while letting him feast at the sight. Keeping my eyes locked onto his, I started to really play with them, leaning back into the armrest and needily pressing and kneading the firm yet soft tissue, a slight moan escaping my lips when my nipples grazed against the velvety texture being tugged along my ministrations. My breathing began to deepen and I felt myself growing even wetter.

"Like what you see, baby?" I moaned breathily, as Adam stared wide-eyed and moved his hands to readjust his hard cock through his shorts.

"Okay enough." He laughed nervously. "Any more and I'll start jerking off right here."

I felt tempted to tell him that he wouldn't need to jerk off at all. My mouth, pussy and ass would be more than willing to relieve him of the massive load tanking up in his balls, my tits too if filling up a tight orifice for some unfathomable reason weren't on the table. Seeing his desire to keep the game going, however, made me stay silent and halt my playing. I was very much turned on as we picked up the dice and threw them again. A couple rounds into neither of us getting lucky, I noticed that Adam was staring at my covered breasts. Our eyes met and he smiled, before returning his gaze back down south.