Mom's Little Helpers

Scott Jackson is an eighteen-year-old high school senior. Jamal Williams and Billy Thompson have been his closest buddies since the first grade. The three of them are like brothers and go everywhere together. They were each over six feet tall. Scott, 6' 2" and Billy, 6' 1" are both, Caucasian but Jamal, 6' 3" is a mixture of white and African-American giving him a medium chocolate complexion. Jamal's mother is white, and his Dad is African-American.

They played high school sports together. They also rode bicycles together, fished, and hunted together. In the summertime, they took turns sleeping over at each other's house. They felt so much at home at each other's house; it was like each boy's mother was a mother to the three of them. For each mother, it was like having three boys instead of just the one they gave birth.

The three boys preferred to spend most of their time at Scott's house playing online video games because Scott's Dad had a super-fast commercial internet connection. Scott's Dad was a Detective Sergeant assigned to the Organized Crime Unit, and he needed a fast internet service to access the police department's crime database from home. He didn't mind the boys using his super-fast internet to play their video games because he knew they didn't have the necessary passwords to get into the crime database. Jamal's Dad was also a police officer and worked with Scott's Dad.

Jamal and Billy insisted that they spent more time at Scott's house because of the super-fast internet. At first, Scott thought it was indeed the fast internet until he realized his friends were lusting after his sexy Mom. They would get erections every time they got around Scott's gorgeous Mother. When Scott finally called them on it, they didn't deny that their main attraction was to his beautiful mother.

All three of the boy's mothers are young and beautiful, but Scott's Mom is a real MILF. She is a tall, slender blond with long shapely dancer's legs. She usually wore her hair in a ponytail, and most days, she wore very tight blue jeans that clung to her sexy curves and a cotton knit Polo shirt that displayed her 36C breasts in the best possible way.

The first time Jamal and Billy referred to Scott's Mom as a MILF, he got angry with them, but then he realized she was, without doubt, a MILF. From that day forward, Scott began to pay more attention to the way his Mom moved, smiled, or bent over to pick something up. She was tall and slim, almost athletic. Scott began to look at his mom and notice specific things about her. Scott's Mom had a gorgeous face with full lips, high cheekbones that complemented her stunning blue eyes. She never wore much makeup, and she didn't need much if any. Her long luxurious blond hair framed her face perfectly. He could see how poised and confident she was. Scott noted her elegance and charm and began to admire the curves of her body. Her boobs are magnificent. Her waist is tiny, and her butt was full and round.

When Scott masturbated, he often fantasized about how she would look nude. Scott noticed that when his friends came to his house, his Mom's nipples would get hard and poke through her shirt. She was flattered when she felt their eyes feasting on her. Scott would also get an erection when her nipples poked out and would often retreat to the bathroom to take care of it. Scott was a typical teenager with raging hormones that caused him to have lustful thoughts toward his Mom. He tried every trick he could think of to steal glimpses of his Mom's naked body, but he was never that lucky.

As Scott and his two best friends grew older, Scott got to the point where he thought nothing about his friends commenting on how hot his mom was. The older Jamal and Billy got, the more graphic their details became about what they'd like to do TO and WITH Scott's Mom. Scott was always, like, "Hey Dude, that's my Mom you are talking about!" They refused to believe him when he would swear that he'd never looked at his Mom in that way.

Jamal and Billy were right about Scott, though. He did think about all the sexual things he would like to do with his Mom, but he never admitted it to anyone. The older Scott got, the more he fantasized about sucking his Mom's tits, licking her pussy and sliding his cock into her pussy or even her ass. However, he couldn't let Jamal and Billy or anyone else know that he felt that way towards his Mom.

Scott loved his Mom and respected her. She has a smile that lights up the whole room and a contagious laugh. His Mom is the sexiest woman Scott knew, and he would never do anything to lose her respect, but if given half the chance, he would fuck her in a heartbeat. She's absolutely stunning with long, tan legs that Scott often fantasized about being wrapped around his waist as he rammed his cock in and out of her wetness.

Scott's Mom is 5' 7", 36C-28-36 with large crystal blue eyes and long wavy blonde hair that encircled her oval face. Her blond hair flowed down across her shoulders and her back. She had curves that drove men wild, just thinking about them! And she wasn't bashful about showing off any of her attributes. She insisted that she dressed provocatively to please only Scott's Dad, but Scott felt sure his Mom enjoyed the attention she got from other men as well. He knew she enjoyed teasing and flirting with Jamal and Billy until they got notable erections, and then she would giggle and waltz away.

She frequently wore low-cut tops on hot summer days, and you could be sure to find her wearing Daisy Duke denim cut-offs most any day during the hot summer. Scott's Dad, Cody, loved to see his wife dressed like that, and he couldn't keep his hands off of her. Cody enjoyed sneaking up behind his sexy wife and kissing her on the neck while caressing her breasts or pinching her on her firm round bottom. Scott liked seeing his Mom and Dad, acting like teenage lovers. It was apparent they had a deep love for one another. And both of them seem to have healthy sexual appetites.

Many nights Scott would lay in his bed and masturbate while listening to the playful giggles and the lustful moans coming from his parents' bedroom. Scott's Mom was always in good spirits and full of playful energy. He'd never seen her sad until that cold wintery day when the Chief of Police and the Police Department's Chaplain came to their door with news of his Dad's death.

The Jackson family had always enjoyed a world full of joy and happiness until that day, Scott's dad, Sergeant Cody Jackson, was shot and killed while serving a search warrant. After that sad day, everything changed. Scott's mother, Beverly, retreated into a bottle of liquor and shut out the world. It was as if her husband's death had sucked all the life out of her. The night before, Sgt. Cody Jackson's funeral hundreds of police officers and other well-wishers came to the Jackson home to attend his wake. Friends and neighbors brought enough food to last a month or more. Unfortunately, they also brought enough liquor to last Scott's mother a life-time. Scott's mother got drunk that night and every day after that.

For all practical purposes, Scott had lost both parents that day. He lost his Dad to a criminal's gunfire and his Mother to alcohol. Jamal and Billy also felt the loss of Scott's Mom. They loved her as much as Scott did, and they always called her Mrs. J. They vowed to help Scott take care of his Mom during her period of mourning. The city awarded Scott's Dad a full pay pension because he died in the line of duty. That meant his family would continue receiving his full salary, so their monthly income would remain the same as when he was alive. The city also allowed them to keep the super-fast internet as part of his pension.

It snowed most of the day of Cody's funeral. After the cold graveside service, another large crowd of police officers and well-wishers came to the Jackson home to eat, drink, and console his Mom. Scott's Mom was still so intoxicated from the night before that Scott doubted, she was even aware of who was in her home. She guzzled whiskey the whole time and appeared to be numb from the alcohol and her husband's death. About nine o'clock that night, Jamal and Billy's mothers took charge and convinced the crowd to leave so the grieving widow could go to bed.

The two mothers cleaned up the mess while Jamal helped Scott take his drunken Mom upstairs to bed. She was in an alcohol coma and was limp as a rag doll. Scott managed to hold her and pull the covers back on her bed. He gently laid her on the bed. He removed her shoes and started to cover her up when Jamal spoke up.

"Hey, Dude, you can't let her sleep in her clothes. That would be very uncomfortable."

"You don't expect me to undress my Mom, do you," Scott screamed at Jamal? "She's my Mom, and I wouldn't feel comfortable taking her clothes off," Scott added in a softer tone.

"Look, Scott, if it bothers you so much to see your Mom without clothes, then leave the room, and I will remove your Mom's clothes so she can get the rest she needs," Jamal offered in a contrite tone.

Scott was shocked at Jamal's offer to undress his Mom. He didn't want Jamal or anyone else to see his Mom with her clothes off, but Jamal was right that it would be uncomfortable to sleep in her clothes. Jamal could see the agony of indecision on Scott's face.

"I promise to be respectful," Jamal assured.

Scott thought about Jamal's suggestion a minute and then reasoned that it would be better for his Mom's comfort if they did remove her dress and bra, but not her panties. He looked at Jamal and said," Okay, I will undress her, but I will need your help making her comfortable, but don't you dare start perving on my Mom."

"I promise to be respectful, Scott. Just tell me what you want me to do," Jamal replied.

"Okay. You stand behind my Mom by the headboard, and I will lift her into a sitting position. When I get her situated, I want you to unzip the back of her dress so we can ease it off of her shoulders and down her arms," Scott instructed.

Scott held his Mom steady on the bed while Jamal moved behind her and nervously unzipped her dress. Scott noticed Jamal's hands were trembling as he pulled the zipper down. Scott was just as nervous as Jamal appeared to be, but was able to conceal it from his friend. Scott directed Jamal to hold her in that sitting position while he pulled her arms free of the dress. Once the dress was clear of her arms, Scott started to lay her back down so he could slip the dress down her legs and off, but Jamal suggested they also remove her bra before laying her back down. Scott was a bit hesitant to remove her bra but thought about it a second and then reluctantly agreed that she would indeed be more comfortable with the bra removed but not her panties. Jamal unhooked her bra from behind and moved the straps down her arms and off.

Suddenly Scott was staring at the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. They didn't have much sag to them at all, and the pinkish brown areolas were about an inch in diameter with blackberry size nipples at the tip. It took his breath away, and he could feel his cock stirring in his pants. Jamal stepped around in front of Scott's Mom and looked at her breasts. He sucked in a deep breath and whispered faintly, "Oh my God, they are beautiful."

It took Scott a minute to realize that Jamal and he were both perving on his Mom's breasts. Scott tossed her bra and dress in a chair near her bed and quickly laid her back, covering her naked body with the top sheet. They both stood silent, gazing at his sleeping Mom. Jamal glanced at Scott with a puzzled stare waiting for him to say something. It took Scott a minute, but he finally said," Don't you dare tell anyone we saw my Mom naked."

"No problem, man. This whole thing strictly between you and me," Jamal replied.

They turned off the light in his Mother's room and closed the door. When they returned downstairs, Scott found that Jamal and Billy's mothers had packed all the leftover food into Ziploc bags and had the house spotless. They gave Scott a group hug, and then everyone left Scott to care for his grieving Mom.

Early the next morning, Scott came down to cook breakfast for himself and his Mom. He was surprised to find his Mom sitting on the sofa in the family room. She was wearing a sheer nightgown, sipping a glass of wine and staring at the Christmas tree. He thought she would still be sleeping, considering how drunk she had been the night before.

"Why are you awake so early, Mom. And why are you drinking wine so early in the day," Scott asked her?

"Sorry, I guess I am a little sad," she finally admitted. "This will be our first Christmas without your Dad." She took a deep breath and exhaled a big sigh while staring at the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree.

Scott sat down on the sofa by his Mom. He was surprised to find that her nightgown was so sheer, he could see right through it. Her nightgown left nothing to the imagination. He wrapped his arms around her and said, "Christmas will never be the same without Dad here to celebrate with us. We will have to be strong and carry on with our Christmas traditions as if Dad were still here. I know he would want us to celebrate Christmas as we always have."

"We have always celebrated Christmas with your father. We'd gather around the tree and open our gifts on Christmas Eve," Scott's Mom said, confiding in him as if he was her priest or her psychiatrist instead of her son.

Scott could see the deep sadness in her eyes and hear the suffering in her voice. He didn't know what to say or do, so he remained silent and let her talk.

"I miss him so much," she said with a soulful pause. "Don't you miss your Dad, Scott?"

Scott was deep in thought and did not hear what his Mom was saying. He sat there staring at the Christmas tree and reminiscing about happier Christmases.

"Scott! Did you hear what I said?"

"I'm sorry, Mom. I was daydreaming about happier times and didn't hear what you asked me."

"I asked you if you missed your Dad."

"Miss him? Sure, I miss my Dad," Scott said, staring at what he could see of his Mom's hard nipples through her thin nightgown. His cock was hard, but she wasn't aware of it or his staring because she was staring down at her wine glass. She seemed to be in her deepest thoughts. Scott needed to adjust his hard cock but didn't want to draw his Mom's attention to his erection.

"Mom, I miss Dad, but we have to be strong and move on with our lives as if he were still here," Scott said as he embraced his Mom and kissed her on the forehead.

She sighed and wrapped both hands around her wine glass as if it was a warm mug of hot coffee. Beverly hung her head and shoulders low, mumbling something incoherently as if Scott was a bartender, and she was soulfully confessing her woes. Scott thought maybe, she needed a potent anti-depressant or psychological grief therapy from the police department's psychologist.

His mother looked at him and said, "I want to thank you and Jamal for being such gentlemen when you undressed me last night."

Scott was shocked at her statement and asked, "Weren't you passed out when we put you to bed? How were you aware of what we did if you were passed out?"

"I wasn't passed out. I was just in what is called an alcohol coma. I was dizzy and sleepy, but I could hear what the two of you were saying."

Scott was embarrassed to learn that his Mom heard them talking about her beautiful breast. He knew he had to change the subject, but what could he talk about that wasn't awkward. It was uncomfortable for him to think about it, and probably too soon after his Dad's death, but he thought that maybe she just needed to move on with her life. She needed to get out and meet new people and eventually start dating again. She's young and beautiful and should have no problem finding someone to love her and put happiness back in her life, he thought to himself. Scott knew he was too young to discuss her sexual wellbeing, so he offered to make her an appointment with the department's psychologist.

Unfortunately, his Mom rejected the idea of seeing the psychologist and chose to drown her sorrows in a whiskey bottle and began drinking herself into a stupor each day. Most days, Scott would come home from school and find her still in her nightgown passed out on the den sofa. During the Christmas break from school, Jamal and Billy came over to Scott's house every morning to cheer him up and assist him with taking care of his mother. They would play video games in Scott's bedroom, and then take turns checking on his Mom every hour.

Within days of his Dad's death, the wolves began to gather and seek ways to comfort his beautiful Mom while plotting to take her to their beds. Both married and single men tried to take sexual advantage of his gorgeous grieving Mom. Jamal, Billy, and Scott made it their mission to protect his Mom from those predators. Scott, along with Jamal and Billy, successfully chased away the philanderers.

Since his Dad's funeral, Scott's Mom spent her drunken days lying on the den sofa in her nightgown and sometimes just a thin silk robe. Scott tried to ween her off of the hard liquor but was not successful. She chose alcohol over good wholesome food. Scott was beginning to worry about her health. Scott had turned away all would-be suitors except for Dan Holbrook, a close family friend and hunting buddy of his Dad. Dan and Cody had been friends since high school. They played football on the same team, hunted and fished together, and double-dated together on the weekends. Scott trusted Dan and encouraged his Mom to spend time with him since he was his Dad's best friend in High school and college.

Beverly had been a cheerleader in high school, and Dan was the first to ask her out on a date, but it was quickly apparent she only had eyes for Cody. So, Dan reluctantly yielded to her choice and faded into the background but never gave up his initial love for Beverly. After graduating from college, Cody and Beverly got married. Dan never married and never missed an opportunity to be near Beverly. He had a way of inviting himself to many of the Jackson family gatherings.

Now that Cody was out of the picture, Dan had renewed hopes of taking Beverly to his bed. Dan knew he had to approach her not as a suitor, but as a family friend first. Scott thought it was a blessing when Dan was able to get his Mom to stop drinking. She began smiling and singing every day after Dan came back into her life. They went out on several dates, and Scott knew by the way she was acting that sex was probably back in her life, and it made a big difference with his Mom's demeanor. Everything was slowly returning to normal until Scott found out, the hard way, that Dan had ulterior motives.

Scott eventually learned that Dan planned to befriend him first and then work his way into his Mom's bed permanently. Scott wasn't ready for Dan to replace his Dad. Dan sensed Scott's reluctance and started inviting Scott to his hunting lodge in the mountains. They began spending an occasional weekend hunting, fishing, and doing men's activities. Scott's Mom welcomed Dan's kindness toward her son, and Scott enjoyed bonding with Dan. Within a month, Dan had worked his way into the Jackson family's routine, and hopefully, a permeant spot in Beverly's bed. However, she wasn't ready to allow Dan to move in with her.

Dan was invited to dine with them several times a week. He always made it a point to spend time with Scott first while Mom prepared a delicious meal. Scott and Dan would shoot baskets in the backyard or surf the internet for hunting and fishing gear. It was a proper bonding technique, but it cut into Dan's time that he would rather spend with Beverly.

Dan decided he needed to find something to occupy Scott so he could be free to pursue his Mom romantically without Scott's interference. Dan began to quiz Scott about his interactions with girls his age. Scott readily admitted he was inexperienced when it came to girls. He was more or less afraid to talk with girls for fear of making a fool of himself. Dan introduced Scott to internet porn, telling him that was the best way to learn about what girls liked when interacting with boys.