Caught in her curves: Free-Use Mom NSFW

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The doorbell rang at exactly two in the afternoon.

Simon’s stomach dropped. He knew who was on the other side, Kyle, Marcus, and Derek, his three best friends, here for their weekly gaming session. What he didn’t know was that his mother, Janet, had been planning this for days.

She’d been acting strange all morning. Humming in the kitchen. Taking extra long in the shower. And when she’d finally emerged, Simon had nearly choked on his cereal.

The dress she had picked out was incredible….

A milkmaid cut, deep square neckline, thin straps struggling to contain her massive breasts. The fabric was a soft cream color, but it might as well have been transparent for how little it hid. Her nipples pressed against the material, visible peaks of dark brown. The bodice cinched tight under her bust, pushing her cleavage up until her breasts looked ready to spill out entirely. The skirt was full and flowing, but short enough that every movement showed off her thick thighs that were the crowning glory of her amazing legs.

“Mom,” Simon had managed, his voice cracking. “What are you wearing?”

“Just a summer dress,” she’d said, her voice light, almost breathless. “It’s hot today, i need to wear something airy.”

It was seventy degrees.

Now the doorbell rang again, and Simon watched his mother smooth her hands down her hips, take a deep breath that made her chest rise dangerously then adjusting the front of her dress that made her amazing breasts pop even more and walk to the front door.

She opened it, and Simon heard the collective silence of his friends on the porch.

“Hey, boys,” Janet said, her voice dripping with honey. “Simon didn’t tell me you were coming. Come on in.”

Kyle stepped in first, his eyes locked on Janet’s tits like they were magnetic. Marcus followed, his mouth slightly open. Derek brought up the rear, already hard in his jeans.

Simon wanted to die.

The first hour was torture.

Janet found every excuse to walk through the living room. Bringing snacks. Refilling drinks. Bending over to pick up a controller that wasn’t on the floor. Each time, her dress gaped, her cleavage deepened, her breasts barely contained and the boys’ eyes followed her like starving dogs, each time she did it, she seemed to linger a moment longer to ensure they got a better view.

“Anyone need anything else?” she asked, standing in the doorway, her hip cocked.

Kyle’s voice was hoarse. “We’re good, Mrs. Henderson.”

“Call me Janet,” she purred. “Mrs. Henderson makes me feel so old.”

She disappeared into the kitchen, but Simon could hear her moving around. The clink of a glass. The hum of the refrigerator. And then, a soft, desperate whisper that he wasn’t meant to hear:

“God, I need it.”

Simon excused himself to use the bathroom, but instead of going upstairs, he crept to the kitchen doorway. What he saw made his blood run hot.

Janet was leaning against the counter, one hand braced on the edge, the other pressed between her thighs. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and she was rocking her hips against her own hand, the fabric of her dress bunched up around her waist.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please, one of them. Just one. Fuck….”

Simon backed away, his heart pounding.

When he returned to the living room, Kyle was gone.

“Where’s Kyle?” Simon asked.

Marcus shrugged. “Said he was getting water.”

Simon knew better. He followed the sound of voices to the kitchen, stopping just short of the doorway.

“You like what you see?” His mother’s voice. Low. Husky.

“I...” Kyle’s voice cracked. “Mrs. Henderson, I….”

“Janet.” A soft laugh. “And you don’t have to say anything. Just feel me like a good boy.”

Simon peered around the corner. His mother had Kyle backed against the refrigerator, her body pressed against his, her breasts squished against his chest. She was reaching down, unzipping his jeans.

“Your friends are busy,” she whispered. “They won’t miss you for just a few minutes.”