He Got What He Wanted

I had just gotten done with football practice and I was exhausted. It was a strenuous workout, and I was looking forward to getting a good night sleep. My teammate Igwe dropped me off at the front of our compound. I could barely step out of his dodge pickup truck I was so sore. We had lost two games in a row, so our coaches were pissed off and made us run like crazy. I told Igwe goodbye and limped up our short compound.

I walked up the stairs of the front yard and entered through the front door. I had dry sweat and dirt all over my body, so I was planning to head straight to the shower. That's when I heard some voices from the kitchen. I became curious because my dad was out of town and I figured my mom was alone.

I walked past the stairs and peeked around the corner to see what was going on in the kitchen. To my surprise, my friend Lamidi was standing there washing something in the sink. My mom was next to him stirring something in a mixing bowl. They were talking and laughing, seemingly having a good time.

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I still couldn't figure out what my buddy was doing at my house, so I just stood there, too exhausted to move towards the kitchen or upstairs towards my shower. I watched as my mom obviously continued to prepare supper. It looked like Lamidi was helping her out, as he lifted some green vegetables out of the sink and put them in a pot on the stove.

Then my mom turned towards the bottom cabinet near the refrigerator and bent over to pull out a pan. When she did this I saw Lamidi staring at her ass with a grin. She had on some fairly small blue cotton shorts that she works out in, so I'm sure he got a healthy view of her nice ass. Yes, she's my mother, but I can admit that her ass is fabulous.

I didn't like that Lamidi was staring at her bending over, but I was used to it because a lot of my friends talked about my mom in a sexual manner, sometimes followed by a punch or shove by me. I mainly retaliated to their comments in a love/hate manner by wresting with them and talking smack back, but it did upset me at times when they said things about her.

My mom got back up from reaching into the bottom cabinet and resumed her supper preparation, oblivious that her son's 18 year-old secondary school friend was stealing a glance at her rear. That's when I decided to join them in the kitchen.

"Good evening ma, guy ha far," I said weakly as I approached them.

"welcome honey!" my mom said as she continued to focus on the cooking.

" Kola, how practice na?" my friend Lamidi asked.

"Bros, today own no be beans. I'm exhausted. Wetin  you dey  do here?" I asked finally reaching the opening of the kitchen and leaning up against the wall.

"He's helping me cook. He's such a good helper," she said cheerfully.

"I come  hang out with you I think say una go done finish practice. Your Mumcy, was just starting supper, so I say make I help." He said.

"Oh. Well, I'm definitely hungry, but I need  baf  first," I said.

"Yes, I can smell you from here even with these onions next to me on the counter. You didn't walk on the carpet with your dirty socks on, did you?" my mom said.

"No mom," I said in a mocking tone. "Geez, you've already yelled at me numerous times for that. I think I've figured it out by now that you don't like that."

My mom had a tendency to baby me and spoke with me in plain English. Since I was the only child, she was constantly pestering me about something, but she always means well and I love her, so I take it with a grain of salt. I do get embarrassed around my friends when she babied me though.

"So practice  tough, huh? Una suppose win these next two games," Lamidi said.

"Yes ooooo, I no worry because na Musa and Tunde they defend. Well, I'm going to grab a quick bath and I'll be back down for supper," I said retreating from the kitchen.

My shower went great and I felt so much better after it. The bathtub was extremely dirty, caked with sand from the football field. I made sure I cleaned it because my mom would definitely scold me otherwise.

I went back downstairs and the kitchen table was set. Dinner was just about ready, so I took my seat. Lamidi and my mom were talking and laughing with each other. He occasionally complimented my mom on random stuff, and I thought to myself what a kiss-ass he is.

I also noticed him stealing more glances at her body. I have to admit she looked very sexy at the moment, even dressed down. She had on a white t-shirt with the blue cotton shorts on, and her shoulder-length, stylish dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The shirt was very thin, so the outline of her dark bra was visible, and I also noticed panty lines showing through the small shorts.

As I've mentioned before, mom has a great ass. It's very bubbly on her petite frame, and her legs are smooth and muscular. She has a nice rack too. Not that I've ever seen her bare tits since I was a toddler, but I have seen her bra size, 36C, and I've seen her rack in bras, so I know how spectacular her breasts are. She never dresses slutty, but she does often wear some cute outfits that show cleavage.

We ate dinner and I was out of the conversation for the most part. They talked about TV shows and movies, which was unusual at my house. My dad and I watched sports all of the time, so we don't keep up with all of the celebrities and movies like mom. Lamidi does, so my mom loved having someone to talk with about it.

He kept making compliments to her and even dropped little sexual innuendos that went over my mom's head. It was actually kind of nice having someone to keep her occupied. If it was just myself eating tonight, then she would have probably drilled me with all kinds of questions about school, and I wasn't in the mood to answer those kinds of questions.

After dinner was finished Lamidi insisted that he do the dishes.

"Oh, that's so nice of you Lamidi, but Kola can do them," she said looking at me.

"No, no, no. I insist that I do them," he said as he already started washing the dishes in the sink.

"That's so sweet. Kola, you need to hang out with him more to learn some good habits," she said. Normally I would have talked back, but I was just too tired. The truth was, he was sucking up to her because usually Lamidi was not so polite. We are friends, but not that great of friends. I have a core group that I consider my closest friends, and he was kind of on the outside of it.

I helped clear the table while Lamidi finished the dishes. After this was done we sat out in the living room and watched TV. My mom came out and sat down in my dad's recliner to join us. Again, Lamidi and her talked back and forth to each other while I just sat there. My energy was drained.

Eventually my mom said she was going to get ready for bed, and I said the same. That was Lamidi's cue to leave, so he finally got up and headed towards the door. I told him that I would see him tomorrow and I headed to my room. My mom thanked him for helping with dinner and they embraced in a hug.

I briefly spoke with my mom upstairs, and she told me she would make me a big breakfast and a power milk shake in the morning to give me extra energy for tomorrow's practice. She also mentioned how nice and fun Lamidi is.

She informed me that my dad would be back in time for the big game next week against Cardinal Day Secondary School. My dad has a doctorate in business management, so a few times a year he travels around the country and speaks at seminars, in addition to working for his ongoing consulting company. It's unfortunate when he's not in town when I'm playing in my football games, but when he's here he and my mom rarely miss my games.

I stripped down to my boxer shorts and turned off my lights, eagerly anticipating a good night sleep. Just as I was about to hop in my bed, my mom called me from out in the corridor.

"Yes mom," I said as I walked out of my room.

"This bathroom is filthy!" she scolded. "You have to clean this up before you go to bed."

"Mom, I did clean it!" I said as I walked into the bathroom. There she was pulling dirty towels off the rack wearing just her bra and panties. It always made me uncomfortable to see her body so revealed. It wasn't uncommon for her to walk around the house in her underwear.

"There's dirt all around the base of the tub, and the rug is a mess," she barked continuing to gather dirty laundry. She had on a matching black-laced bra and panty set. This set certainly wasn't as conservative as her others. Her butt cheeks were peeking out of the bottoms, and her cleavage was busting out. The lacy bra was transparent in some spaces between the patterns, so I could barely make out the outlines of her nipples. The areolas looked very big. I just don't think she realizes that I'm a growing teen with hormones; otherwise she wouldn't wear these types of things.

"Ok, I'll clean it up," I said mesmerized by my mom's hot body.

"Thank you sweetie," she said brushing past me and reaching up to give me a peck on the cheek. "Goodnight, I'm going to bed after I put these towels in the laundry room."

"Ok, good night," I said as I couldn't help but steal a glance at her ass as she walked past me out the door. She then turned around and nearly busted me looking at her butt.

"Why don't you invite Lamidi over for supper tomorrow night?" She said staring at me with a pile of dirty towels covering her chest.

"I don't think so mom. I have to focus on football right now," I replied.

"Ok. I'll talk to you in the morning. Finish cleaning the bathroom."


Growing up I always heard comments about my mom being a "hot mom." It wasn't until my secondary school age that the comments became more in depth. I hated the idea that other people thought of my mom the way I think of sexy women.

During the long football season there's a lot of time for the guys to goof off in the dugout and in the practice facilities. We often did random things like take votes on which the hottest girl is and stuff like that. One time the vote was who the hottest MILF out of all the secondary school guys' mothers was. I sensed that my mom would get some votes, but it turned out she won in a landslide. You can imagine the flack I've had to deal with.

Mom and Dad married at the young age of 20 and had me shortly after, so she's still in her late 30's. She looks even younger than that. I suppose having me as her only child allowed her to keep more of a youthful appearance and body.

I think what makes her more attractive than her looks is her sweet, yet determined personality. She cheers the team on during our games and is cool to all the guys. She definitely has the goody-goody persona to her, but my friends have also seen her bark at me and give orders, which they find sexy. They say my dad is whipped. Mom and I get along great, but like I said before she tends to baby me and embarrass me in front of friends.

The next day arrived and practice wasn't as tough as the previous day. Everyone was sore, so we mainly went over technique and game planned for tomorrow's home game. Igwe took me home in his truck after practice, and on the way he asked about Lamidi being at my house last night. I didn't realize Lamidi told anyone about that.

When I got home I did the usual routine of cleaning myself off before entering the house. I noticed that my mom's car wasn't there and was disappointed dinner wasn't in process. I took a shower and hoped that she would be home when I got done.

Still no sign of her so I took a seat in Dad's recliner and turned on some sports highlights. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed through the window her white Mercedes pulling into the front of our gate. When she walked through the door I couldn't believe it as Lamidi was with her. They were laughing as both entered through the garage.

"Hi sweetie," my mom said as she entered the living room holding a shopping bag in each hand. She was wearing a denim skirt that ended a few inches above her knees. She also had on sandals and a sleeveless pink blouse that was tight against her breasts. She wore some makeup today, unlike yesterday when she was dressed down. She looked really cute.

Lamidi was behind her carrying a couple boxes of takeout food. I didn't respond, but involuntarily got up to help take the big shopping bags off my mom's hands.

"For your father's birthday," she said handing them to me as I set them on the kitchen counter.

"Got some time on your hands, or what?" I said to Lamidi, giving him a belittling look. Before he could respond, my mom piped in.

"Well I was telling Lamidi last night that I really needed to go to the mall to get your father birthday gifts, and Lamidi said that he needed to go as well, so I stopped by to pick him up. What a man he is, going to shop with your mother," she said with a giggle.

"Better you than me," I said looking at Lamidi.

"It was a pleasure, really. I enjoy spending time with her," he said.

"Awe, you're so sweet," she said slapping his arm, as I rolled my eyes. I felt a tad jealous that she was seemingly fawning over him.

"We picked up some to-go dinner on the way home," she said taking the boxes from Lamidi and setting them on the table.

I didn't hesitate to fix myself a plate of chicken and veggies. I was starved. We sat down at the dinner table again, and just like last night I felt out of the loop. They were chatting and laughing, having a good time. I still found it odd that Lamidi was over at my house two nights in a row. Not only that, but my mom seemed to enjoy his company. If she only knew that he was bragging just last week about fucking a girl in the ass, or if she knew how many times he's skipped school to drink beer and do God knows whatever else.

After dinner my mom got up and started to clear the table, but just like last night Lamidi got up and insisted that he do the cleaning. She argued that he is a guest and should not be cleaning. They playfully argued for a little bit, and both ended up cleaning after all. I just sat at the table and read the sports section of the newspaper.

While mom was washing some plates in the sink, Lamidi came up behind her and said he would wash them instead. He grabbed her waist to nudge her to the side, which caught my attention. Then in a slick move, he reached around with one hand and took the plate from her hand, while his other hand slid down from her waist and palmed her left ass cheek, moving her to the side.

I was expecting my mom to turn around and slap him, but she just moved to the side and let him keep his hand on her nice ass for several seconds. He let go of her ass when she walked away towards the living room.

"I give up; if you want to clean the kitchen go right ahead," she said giggling. "Maybe you can do some yard work while you're at it."

They both laughed, but I just sat still. I was a little shocked that my friend had the nerve to catch a feel on my mother's ass.

Shortly after dinner we watched television for a bit before my mom said she was going to go upstairs to read a book. Lamidi stayed for several minutes, but we didn't have much to talk about. I was tired and thinking of getting some good sleep on the eve of our football game.

After Lamidi left I went upstairs and got ready for bed. Mom knocked on my door when I got into bed. I told her to come in, and she slid inside my door and sat down next to where I was lying. I noticed through the dim light from the hallway that she was wearing just a red t-shirt and panties. Her braless breasts swayed as she sat down. Her smooth, tan legs were inches from my face and I could see the V between them covered by white panties because the t-shirt ended just below the waistband of her panties.

"I just wanted to wish you a good night sleep for tomorrow's game,"
"Thanks mom. You're coming to the game, right?" I asked.

"Of course. I promised your father I'd text him updates during it," she replied.

"Mom, why did you invite Lamidi over for dinner after I said last night not to?"

"Oh don't be such a baby. He's your friend, and he was kind enough to help out with cleaning. He also was good company while I went shopping."

"You never invite me to go shopping with you," I said.

"That's because you'd complain the whole time," she said.

"Even so, I'd still be better company than Lamidi," I said matter-of-factly.

"Awe, sweetie are you jealous?" she said smiling as she scooted down on the bed and laid next to me.

"No," I snapped back quickly.

"Well that's so nice of you to want to accompany me while I shop," she said turning her back to me. She reached back and pulled my arm around her so that I was spooning her. "I love spending time with my baby."

There I was with my arm around her as she lay next to me. I was afraid to scoot up close to her because I was wearing boxer shorts and she was just wearing panties, so it would be very awkward if I pressed up against her.

We lay next to each other as my mom told stories about when I was a little kid. We both giggled at times. She held my hand the entire time until eventually we both fell asleep.

The alarm woke us up in the morning. I had rolled over to the other side of the bed, and mom was lying on her belly. We both groggily got up out of my bed. I couldn't help but glance at her body on her way out. Her tits looked huge without a bra on and the way they poked out under her t-shirt it seemed as if her nipples were very big. Her butt cheeks peeked out of her white panties as she scooted out of my bedroom door.

She wore t-shirt and panties to bed a lot, but as I got older I seemed to notice it more and it produced some uncomfortable feelings. I couldn't help but think she was sexy, even if I repeatedly scolded myself for thinking of my mom like that. I was hard at the moment and wanted to jerk off, but I needed to save my energy for the ballgame tonight.

Our football game went well, we won 5-3 . We won a big game, and it felt good even though I played so crappy. Oddly enough, I think my mom might have had something to do with my poor performance.

I say this because before the game a couple of my teammates asked where my mom was. Eventually they spotted her up in the stands, and of course they had to make some comments about her.

"Damn, Mrs. Ademola is wearing some shorts tonight. Check out her legs," one teammate said.

"Let me know when she gets up so that I can stare at her nice ass," another said.

Normally I would have said something back to them or gave them a shove, but I felt a little weird. It was like I wanted to check her out as well. She did look very hot tonight in those jean shorts. She also had on a green t-shirt with our school's logo on it. She had on her big Ralph Lauren sunglasses, and her nice hair was pulled back into a ponytail. It was as if she was some girl my age that I wanted to date. This made me uncomfortable. If Dad was here at the game I probably would have felt better.

Then during the game when I looked up and saw Lamidi had joined my mom . They were talking and laughing, and it disturbed me that she wasn't watching me. After the game she greeted me outside of the dugout before I hit the showers. She gave me a hug and congratulated me on the win. I said that I'm happy we won, but I played like shit. She then embarrassed me in front of my friends by scolding me for using bad language. I told her that I'd see her at the house.

Igwe gave me a ride home after the game. On the way he dropped a bomb on me.

"So I heard Lamidi is going to be at your house watching a movie tonight," Igwe said.

"Huh?" I replied as I felt a knot in my stomach. I couldn't believe Lamidi would be at my house again.

"Yeah, apparently he's following your mom back to your house to watch a movie."

"I don't see why my mom enjoys his company. I know my dad is out of town, but it seems like she could find something else to do. And why the hell is he hanging out with her? Doesn't he have something better to do?" I said disgruntled.

"Look I'm a good friend of yours, and I don't particularly like Lamidi, so I'm going to tell you what I heard. I promised not to say anything, so don't throw me under the bus."

"Ok. What is it?" I asked curiously.

"Lamidi bet Abu five-thousand Naira that he could hook up with your mom. That's why he's been hanging around your house this week."

I paused, and then started laughing.

"He what? Oh my god what an idiot. I knew he was up to something," I laughed. "He really thinks he can hook up with my mom? Yeah right."

"I know, I laughed as well, but he seems to be really getting along with her. He was talking about how your mom has given him the eye many times."

"So how in the world did this bet come up?" I asked a little agitated.

"Apparently Abu and Lamidi were watching a MILF porno flick last week, and Lamidi mentioned how he'd like to score with your mom. Abu said that he had no chance. One thing led to the next and Lamidi ended up betting with him that he could do it by the time your dad gets back from out of town. He has to take video with his cell phone for evidence."

"I think I'm just going to have to beat his ass," I said a tad angry. "But I guess I can have some fun with it. I mean, it would be so funny to see my mom slap him when he tries to make a move."

By this time we had pulled up into the front of our gate. I assured Igwe that I wouldn't say anything that would get him in trouble.

When I entered the house I saw Lamidi and my mom sitting on the couch next to each other engulfed in a movie. We chatted for a bit, but they seemed into the movie and distracted by my presence. I sat in my dad's recliner for a bit and watched the movie, but I found it boring.

"Honey, you need to go to bed," mom said. "You have a big game tomorrow night and I don't want you staying up late watching this movie."

"Fine," I replied getting up. "It's a boring movie anyways."

As I went upstairs to my bedroom I giggled to myself thinking of my mom slapping Lamidi for making a move on her. A part of me was a little scared that if it happened, what would I do? Then I told myself that it would never happen. My mom is a happily married woman and has never showed signs of being an unfaithful, slutty housewife.

After I got ready for bed I crept down the hallway to where the stairs went down to the living room. I was able to crawl down a few stairs until I reached the opening under the banister allowing me a view of the living room where Lamidi and my mom sat. The stairway was dark, so they couldn't see me peeping on them.

I was so tired that I almost fell asleep watching them. The movie was boring and Lamidi wasn't making any moves on her. She was still wearing her cute outfit she wore to the football game, and I saw him steal glances of her sexy legs.

About a half hour passed and Mom had got up to make some popcorn. I heard her mention that the movie should be almost done, and that she didn't want him staying out late on a school night. She brought the popcorn over in a big bowl and plopped down on the couch next to him so that they could share.

Lamidi scooted closer to her and reached his right arm behind her. He rested his right hand on her waist as his left hand scooped popcorn. I thought, finally he's making his move. I wanted her so much to slap him.

They finished the popcorn and mom put the bowl down on the dining table. They remained in the same position close to each other, with Lamidi keeping his hand on her waist. Mom was leaning into him a bit, almost as if she was going to lay her head on his shoulder and fall asleep.

He mumbled into her ear and she giggled. I couldn't hear what they were saying. He kept talking into her ear, and then he started to kiss between her temple and ear. Her eyes opened wider as she noticed what he was doing, but she didn't stop him. He kissed on her temple, ear, and cheek for about a minute before he reached up with his free hand and gripped her chin. He turned her face to him and planted a kiss on her lips.

This was the point where I thought my mom would flip out. My heart was racing and my mouth was bone dry. I was repeatedly telling my mom to slap him under my breath.

He planted kisses on her lips while she remained still. She didn't seem enthusiastic, yet she didn't back away.

He still had one hand around her waist and one hand touching her face. He pulled her body closer to him, while moving his fingers to her lips. He took his thumb and pulled down her lower lip so that his tongue could invade her mouth.

I couldn't believe my eyes as she let him stick his tongue into her mouth. Suddenly their lips started to smack and she started kissing back. He didn't hesitate to reach both hands down and grip her ass, pulling her closer to him. She reached her arms up and wrapped them around his neck as they embraced in a long kiss.

He continued to paw at her ass as they made out. Her legs shifted a bit, and she was now practically lying on top of him on the edge of the couch. He stopped kissing her a couple of times to whisper something into her ear. She just smiled and kissed him back.

I sat still, continuing to breath heavily in shock. I was holding out hope that my mom would wake up out of her daze and slap him silly. I couldn't believe this was happening, but at the same time I couldn't help becoming aroused at the sight of my sexy mom in action.

His hands moved up from her ass and slipped under her t-shirt. They continued kissing and his hands were roaming all over her back and chest. She had moved her leg over so that she was now straddling him on the couch.

All I could see from my vantage point was her back, so I couldn't tell if he was feeling her breasts. I continued to see ripples all through her shirt from where his hands rubbed her back. Eventually he pulled up on her t-shirt, which contained the name of our secondary school with a logo of the school mascot. She lifted her arms up and allowed him to remove it completely.

They resumed kissing and his hands reached up and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. They both giggled as he tried to unclasp it, until she eventually reached back and did it herself. She pulled it up off her body and tossed it to the side of the couch. Her tits were now naked in front of him.

Lamidi sat staring wide-eyed at her breasts until she leaned back down and kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck, still straddling him. As much as I was shocked about the situation, I couldn't help but feel disappointed that her back was to me and I couldn't see her tits. I had always secretly wondered what they looked like. Fortunately since the lamp was on next to the couch I would be able to clearly see her tits if she turned around.

Their kissing became more passionate as I heard them moan into each other's mouths. Lamidi had his hands feeling on her tits and occasionally he moved them down to rub her ass. He kept trying to slide his hands down inside of her shorts to grab her ass underneath, but the shorts were too tight. Eventually he unbuttoned the shorts from the front so that he could reach inside them and grab her ass. I couldn't help but wonder if his hands were under her panties as well, and that kind of turned me on.

At the point in time where he had finally started to roam his hands inside the back of my mom's shorts, he had leaned his head down and started to suck on her nipples. I heard my mom start to moan lightly as she kept her hands on the back of his head encouraging him.

"Ohhh Lamidi," I heard her moan. It was apparent that she liked what he was doing to her breasts. This continued for several minutes, and I could hear the sucking sounds from my position upstairs. His hands continued to maul her ass, and I was sure his hands were inside of her panties at this point.

That's when it happened. He motioned her to get off of him as he slid her to the side off of him. Now I had a perfect view of her tits. They were spectacular. I couldn't help but get a massive hard-on as I saw the big pink areolas and perky boobs that I always wanted to see. They giggled as she moved back on the couch.

He laid her down on her back as he got on top of her and started attacking her tits with his mouth. Mom just lay there with a smile on her face as he slurped and sucked on her big nipples. Her hands were roaming through his hair encouraging him. She occasionally let out a small moan.

After a couple minutes of sucking on each of her breasts, he started to kiss down her stomach around her bellybutton. Her tits sat on her chest like cones and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. Then he reached his hand down and tried to slide it into her unbuttoned shorts. She said "no," and pulled him back up towards her breasts.

He resumed sucking on them. A couple times he reached up and pinched her nipples, which made her moan. It was obvious her nipples were very sensitive and she loved it.

Again, Lamidi tried to slide his hand down the front of her shorts, but she pushed his hand away.

"Let's just make out, ok?" she said pulling his arms back up towards her. They started to passionately kiss as he lay on top of her. Her arms were hugging his back and their hips were grinding into each other. I actually felt relieved that my mom only wanted to dry fuck him.

After keeping this position for a minute, Lamidi went back down to her tits. My mom's arms went up behind her head and she arched her chest for him, giving out a loader moan. Her tits looked spectacular, and I could see them perfectly because the lamp was still on.

Lamidi's hands were roaming wildly on her chest and stomach. He was feeling all over her, and it seemed as if this made her melt. Her eyes were closed and her hips were occasionally grinding up into him as he mauled her breasts.

Yet again, Lamidi moved his hand down her stomach and under her unbuttoned shorts. This time she did not stop him. He successfully got his hand down into her panties and was feeling on her cunt.

"Oohhhh..." Mom moaned as he did this. He continued to suck on her tits. It was apparent that he wasn't getting good feels on her pussy because he kept reaching up to tug her shorts down a couple inches at a time. He repeated this several times until her shorts and panties were halfway down her thighs.

I was able to see her cunt now that he pulled her shorts down. It was hairy, as I expected from my conservative mother. Her public hair was dark dirty dark, a lot darker than the dark hair on her head, which I suspect had some highlights.

He fingered her hairy pussy while sucking on her tits. She softly moaned and wiggled under him. Her shorts prevented her from spreading her legs, so she reached down and pushed her shorts and panties down past her knees. Lamidi helped her manoeuvred them down to her ankles before she kicked them off completely. Now she was completely naked on the couch. I noticed the wide grin on Lamidi's face.

When Lamidi had gotten up to allow her to remove her shorts, I noticed that his pants were unbuttoned and his cock was sticking out the hole of his boxer shorts. He must have done this while I was staring at mom's pussy.

He lay back on top of her and they started to kiss. Lamidi reached his hand down and pulled her leg out off the couch so that she was spread out. Then he pushed his waist forward, obviously trying to penetrate her.

"Uh uh, no Lamidi," she said as she nudged him back and scooted her butt away from his cock. "We can't do that."

Lamidi didn't protest, rather he resumed kissing her and feeling on her breasts.

"Ohh yesss," she moaned as he moved his lips down to her neck. After his hands mauled her breasts for half of a minute, he moved one of his hands down to her hairy pussy and started to finger her again. She continued to moan and her hips started to wiggle.

"Oh. Mmmm," she moaned as he kissed his way down from her neck to her nipples. His fingers were moving more rapidly and her hips were moving in a rhythm. He was sucking on her nipples hard and occasionally nibbled on them.

"OH yes Lamidi, oh my," she moaned with her eyes closed. Her arms were still up behind her on the arm of the couch.

Just as she was getting into his finger fucking, he took his hand away and put it on her thigh. Continuing to attack her tits with his mouth, he once again pushed his pelvic up towards her. My mom gasped as he plunged up into her wet cunt, using his hand on her thigh to spread her legs.

"OH No Lamidi, we... can't... uughhh," she moaned putting her head up and reaching her hands down to push him back, but this time he didn't pull away. Rather, he locked his arms around her abdomen and pushed forward further, now completely inside of her.

"No. Oh Lamidi, please, no," she said pushing his shoulders. He continued to suck on her breasts and began thrusting slowly into her. Although she was protesting verbally, her body was not.

"Oh... oh... oh... I'm... married... Lamidi... I... can't," she moaned as he trusted his hips back and forth at a slow pace. Her hands stopped pushing him and found there way back behind her head, which caused her chest to arch into his face.

"OHH... ohhhh... my... ooohhh..." she moaned as he fucked her on her leather couch. Lamidi knew that she was all his now, so he moved his mouth from her nipples and started to lick and kiss her neck. My mom brought her leg from the side of the couch and wrapped it around his thigh. I saw her hips start to thrust back at him.

"mmm... mmmmm... mmmm... mmmm," she moaned with her lips closed, obviously not wanting to make noise. Little did she know that her son was wide-awake, watching her fuck his friend on the couch.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulder and he brought his mouth up to kiss her. I could hear her moaning through his mouth during their kissing. They were now both fucking each other in a steady rhythm.

All of the sudden I saw Lamidi reach into his short pockets and pull out his cell phone. He stopped kissing her and turned his head to see his phone, while continuing to fuck my mom. She still had her eyes closed and was moaning, so she did not notice what he was doing.

He hit a few buttons and reached over to place the phone on the dinning table, which was level with the couch. After he positioned the phone to point the camera lens right at them, he turned his attention back to my mom. She was really getting into it by now.

"Oh, mmm, mmm, mmm, ohhh, Lamidi, we, have, to, be, quiet," she said between thrusts. Just as it seemed as if they were both going to cum, he stopped thrusting into her and sat up. She finally opened her eyes and looked up at him like a puppy dog.

"What's wrong?" she asked as she tried to pull him back down on top of her. Instead, he pulled her up.

"Come here," he said as he pulled her up. He scooted over on the couch, right in front of the phone. Then he grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled her up on top of him. His cock was glistening from her juices and standing straight up, hard as a rock. It was obviously that he was going to cum soon.

She brought her leg over him and straddled him on the couch. It didn't take but a split second for her to start riding his cock. My view was from behind her, so I saw her big, bubbly ass shake as she rode up and down. Her ass was awesome.

"OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" She moaned as she bounced up and down on the couch cushions. Her hands were planted on the back of the couch, which allowed her to control her body so that her hips could manoeuvre the way she wanted them to.

Lamidi had one hand up grabbing her breast as he sucked on it, and his other hand was grabbing her fleshy ass cheek.

"OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" She continued to moan, as the couch squeaked to her riding. His other hand now grabbed her ass as well, and he spread her ass cheeks. I wondered if that got on the phone camera. I could clearly see his cock when she bounced up...then it disappeared inside of her when she bounced down. This continued for a couple minutes, and he was sticking his fingers into her asshole.

"UGGH, UGGHH, UGGHH, UGGHH," she moaned hard, until he stopped her again. He pulled up on her ass and his cock slid out of her pussy. Lamidi always bragged about his longevity during sex, and he was not lying. I can't believe he hadn't cum yet. I was about to blow my load from just watching.

"Turn around. I want to do you from behind," he said as he grabbed her waist and turned her around. I now had a frontal view of her hairy pussy and her big tits capped by huge brown nipples.

My mom straddled him with her knees on the couch and her hands on her thighs. She leaned back until his cock impaled her. He grabbed her waist and started to thrust up into her. She resumed riding him reverse cowgirl style on the couch.

"UUGGGH, UUGGHH, UGGGHHH, UGGGHH, UGGHH, UHHHH, UHHH," she moaned as she fucked back at him up and down. Her big tits were bouncing and wobbling all over the place, and her short dark hair was bouncing to the fucking rhythm.

"OHHH, OOOHH, OHHHH, OHHH," she moaned as he reached up and grabbed her flopping tits. She was now leaning back into him as he held her on to his cock. This allowed her to really go to town on his cock.

After squeezing her breasts for about thirty seconds he reached one hand down and started to rub her clit. She finally exploded.

"OOHHH MYYY, OOOHH, OOOHHH, OOOHHH GOOD," she moaned louder as she now bucked back and forth wildly. Her legs shook uncontrollably and her mouth opened as wide an "O" shape as possible. She had to be having an orgasm.

"OOOHHHHHH," she moaned continuing to buck wildly. Finally she closed her mouth and panted and Lamidi was now the one fucking her. She seemed exhausted.

"arrgghh, shit," Lamidi moaned as he gripped her hips and thrust up harder.

"Ahhhh fuck, I'm cumming," he groaned as he pulled her hips down and squirted his cum into her married pussy. He continued to pump up into her until he could milk his cock no longer.

"Oooohhhhh... ummmmm..." she said as she relaxed on his cock and laid back on his chest. He squeezed her big tits a couple times before motioning her off of his soft prick. She got up and immediately bent over to pick up her clothes. He had a big grin on his face as he picked up his cell phone and pointed it at her ass that was thrust in his face while she grabbed her panties and shorts.

"This is so crazy. This was so stupid," she said as she slid her laced panties up her legs. "My son is just upstairs; he could have woken up."

"Relax, everything is fine," he said continuing to film her with his camera phone. She was now facing him and her big tits were swinging in his face as she pulled her shorts up. My mom isn't very technologically sound, so she didn't realize he was filming this. Besides, she was preoccupied with her own thoughts.

"Oh, this is so bad," she said as she now reached for her bra that was sprawled out on the floor next to her t-shirt. "You need to leave now... I just... I don't know what got into me, but we have to keep this between us."

"I wouldn't tell a soul; trust me," he said as he closed his phone. He pushed his now flaccid cock into his shorts.

Mom was now completely dressed and she sat down next to Lamidi.

"You understand that this could ruin both of our lives if anybody found out," she said looking him straight in the eyes.

"I know it could, but make no mistake about it, that was the best experience of my life," he said reaching up to kiss her. She was powerless as they started to smack lips. She tried to talk to him in-between kisses.

"Lamidi... you know... this can't... I'm... married," she said but was too focused making out with the young man. They remained embraced on the couch as they moaned into each other's mouth. I still couldn't believe what was happening.

Finally my mom put on the breaks when Lamidi slid his hand back down her shorts.

"You have to leave now," she said getting up. "Maybe we should talk about this some other time because I'm not thinking clearly right now. All I know is that this needs to stay between us."

Lamidi eventually did leave, but not before they embraced in another passionate kiss when she walked him out. When she shut the door and locked it, I immediately ran back into my room and lay in bed. She stayed downstairs to clean for a while before going up to her room to take a shower. Eventually I fell asleep, but not before making a decision on telling my dad about my cheating mom.

The End