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This one is for the
Valentine's Day Story Contest 2024
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As always, your votes and comments are much appreciated.
Just so you know, everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen and more than happy with everything that's going on.
Hope you all have a Happy Valentine's Day!
Like every Friday, I had all my buddies over for game night. Though it was Valentine's Day, and should have been something special, it didn't mean much when none of us had a girlfriend.
Though we did have something to celebrate. We'd managed to sneak in a cake for Frankie, since he was the last one of us to turn nineteen. My mom had picked it up along with a few pizzas and some snacks.
The guys thought my mother was super cool, because she never minded us hanging out at our house. Though we all knew the rules: no booze and no drugs.
She didn't have to worry. I had a beer once on a fishing trip with my uncle. It tasted so nasty, I had to force myself to try and choke it back. And when he wasn't looking, I poured half of it over the side of the boat, because I just couldn't finish it. Though the way he laughed when he offered me another one, and I quickly grabbed a soda, I guess he could tell from the pained look on my face that I wasn't into drinking.
Whenever I had the guys down in our rec room, my mom usually watched TV upstairs, or went to bed and read one of her romance novels.
Tonight, since it was Valentine's Day, I was glad she had a date and was dressing up for a night out. Since my father was gone, I had bought her a pretty bouquet of flowers just to celebrate the day.
She and my father were so close, when he died four years ago from heart disease, she told me she wasn't interested in seeing anyone else. But luckily for her, a few weeks ago one of her friends set her up on a blind date, the two of them hit it off and they'd been dating ever since.
She was only 37, and really pretty with long, golden brown hair, and big blue eyes. Though she was my mother, I couldn't help but notice she had curves in all the right places. My friends had mentioned it too; they all thought she was a total babe.
When she came downstairs to say goodnight, I guess thinking my friends would be gone by the time she got back, you could have heard a pin drop in the carpet when the guys got a look at her all dressed up for a night out, in a slinky, low-cut black dress. She looked unbelievably sexy, with her breasts nearly spilling out over the top, making the guys all anxiously shift in their seats.
Even I had to admit, she looked really hot.
"So, how do I look?" she asked, turning to let us see her bare back and nicely rounded backside. I thought her shapely legs that seemed to go on forever, looked even sexier in her mile-high heels.
"You look absolutely incredible," Robby said, probably not even realizing that he'd said it out loud.
The rest of them just stared, looking spellbound.
"Well, I just hope my date thinks I look okay," she said, glancing down at herself.
"Oh, he will," Shane said, eyeing her big, pillowy breasts, probably wondering what she'd look like out of her dress.
Once she said goodnight and left, Robby grabbed a slice of pizza and gestured at me. "I didn't know your mom was seeing anyone."
I nodded, reaching for some chips. "They've been going out for a few weeks, and I think she really likes him."
"Do you think she'll ever get married again?" Jack asked, taking a pull on his soda.
Though I knew she couldn't hear me, I still kept my voice down as I explained. "Just between us guys, she told me the other day that she'd love to have another baby. I told her I'd be happy to baby sit, thinking she was kidding. But I don't think she was. I know after I was born, she was disappointed when my dad told her that one was enough and he didn't want any more kids. So, I knew she'd always wished that she'd had at least one or two more."
"Yeah, I like coming from a big family. I've always got someone to hang with. And we're all pretty close," Tank said looking around at us.
I think his real name was Ted, but ever since I'd known him, everyone called him Tank. No surprise, since he was such a big, tall muscular guy, built just like an army tank. Which was why he was going to college on a football scholarship.
Tank shocked me when he reached into his back pack and plopped a big bottle of lemon gin on the coffee table. "Figure we should have a little something to celebrate with, now that we're all nineteen. And it is Valentine's Day."
Though I wasn't sure if we should be having any booze, once he mixed it in with some 7-Up we all thought it tasted kind of sweet but good.
When Robby followed suit and pulled out a big bottle of Vodka I ran upstairs and got a gallon of orange juice from the fridge.
Since none of us drank much, it wasn't long till we were laughing our asses off, while we struggled to keep up with our game.
"So, you think your mom's going to be banging her new boyfriend, tonight?" Shane asked, making us all turn our heads and stare at him wide-eyed. "What?" he said, sounding defensive. "Today is the day for lovers, right? So, I imagine if they're gonna hookup, tonight would be the night. And the way she was dressed, I know if I was lucky enough to be her date, I'd want to do her."
"Hey, asshole, you're talking about my mother," I said, glaring him down.
Tank had another swig of his Vodka and orange and laughed. "He's not the only one. I'd love to get her naked, even just to explore that sexy body and those nice big tits. But once I got her clothes off, I'd want to fuck her brains out."
I could hardly believe what they were saying.