"Awe, poor baby," she coddles. "I'm sorry I ruined your friendship, I was just horny baby, I figured I'm old enough to have who I want... well, I thought I could have who I wanted."
"It was just wrong for him to even do it, that's gotta be rule number one, who fucks their friends mom," he exclaims.
"C'mere, Jesse," she lays his head on her chest.
He lays there for a moment; until it clicks she was slowly moving his head directly in her cleavage, her nipple brushing his mouth, he stopped himself from sucking on it, pulling away, grabbing his plate, moving to the chair.
"Damn it," she mutters.
Later that night, he takes a shower, returning to his room to see she placed some of her underwear in with his; he tosses them in the hall, barricades the door, and lies there. He slightly awakens to her trying to push past the chair, turning the knob, begging, pleading for him to let her in; she seems to be talking to someone, or herself.
Two days went by where it seemed the lust was fading- on her part. Although she would throw him glances, she was easier to ignore with clothes on, he could still picture those bare breast, the thought often popped in his head when she wasn't wearing a bra. He catches her muttering to herself, sometimes throwing looks his way, and he's even caught himself doing that. Pleased with another uneventful day, he can rest easy, didn't even barricade the door.
"I knew you'd come around," she coos.
"Yeah, it's the only thing dad did, that I haven't done yet," he replies.
He watches her play with his dick with her mouth, licking, kissing, lipping, finally to suck it, he can feel himself just touch the back of her throat as she takes long, slow, twisting bobs.
