her son's best friend

Molly got pregnant young, and during her twenty years as a single mom, she raised her son and his best friend to be responsible, respectable men.

But when her son is away for the weekend, Paul spends the night and shows Molly just how grown up he really is.

When her surrogate son makes a move, will she shut him down or give in to his advances?

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an excerpt

When she washed the dishes, he put the cartons away and stood beside her to dry like he’d done since he was eleven. As he polished the last plate, Molly turned to dry off her hands and slipped in the small puddle, ready to land on her ass, but she didn’t.

A strong arm cinched her waist, keeping her upright and pressed into the wide expanse of a chest she hadn’t known was so large or toned, but it spread under her hands as she grabbed onto his shoulders.

They were so close that she couldn’t help but smell the grease on his skin from working on his car that afternoon or the aftershave he’d used to cover it up. Paul held onto her so effortlessly, and his body radiated such heat, Molly felt stuck in place.

Paul audibly slowed his breathing between them, and his warmth filtered into her.

Stubble darkened his jaw and chin, making it rougher than she remembered his skin being.

He reached one hand up to unclasp her hair from the clip that’d let loose half of her hair, and his thumb brushed along the underside of her jaw and neck. Her hair tumbled down her back before he released Molly and handed the clip back to her.

It put space between them, and they both took a deep breath.

Paul cleared his throat. “You’ve had a long day. You should go enjoy a bath and a book.”

Molly laughed, re-securing her hair. “That sounds perfect.”

They lingered near each other for a moment.

taking his turn

When Tyler hears about his best friend seducing Molly and spending hours using her body, his jealousy gets the better of him.

Tyler can’t resist taking his turn, sneaking behind her on the couch and pretending to be Paul. How easily Molly gives him what he wants.

Finally, he gets to share her with his best friend, as they’ve fantasized about since puberty.
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an excerpt

I came home early from class, finding my mom lounged across the couch in her shorts and tee. 

She blinked sleepy eyes at me but smiled. “I thought class went until nine.”

“We had lab. Got to go when we were done.”

“I’m glad to have you home, baby. Take out is in the oven. Use a plate.”

I laughed and leaned down to kiss her forehead, getting a nice view down the v-neck. She was not wearing a bra, like usual. Mom had small, perky tits that didn’t need one, except to be decent. I loved that she didn’t feel the need to wear one at home.

I’d spanked it a few times to those, wanting them in my mouth and smashed around my cock.

“I’m going to shower first. Long day.” I gave her another kiss on the cheek, and she stroked mine.

“You need some rest, baby.”

“I’ll be sure to get some tonight.”

Mom nodded, and I retreated to my room to clean up, cock hard and throbbing as my mind swirled with the million daydreams I’d had of taking her over the years.

Then, Paul had to tell me he’d gotten a taste of her, how he fucked her sensless. For hours.

I grabbed my pulsing shaft as I undressed. The jealousy and heat that tore through me at the memory was nothing compared to the night he told me about it.

My shower was hot, and my hard-on championed through it. I couldn’t help but think of ways to sneak downstairs and fuck my mom.

try to be quick

With stressful projects to manage in the morning, Tyler and Paul seek the same kind of release through Molly.

The lack of sleep and disruption to her routine doesn’t bother Molly as much as she might have thought. A little sex–ha!–make the boys much more attentive and hardworking.

Can the three of them keep this up for much longer, or will their lack of control derail their responsibilities?

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Three o’clock in the damn morning before a big test, and I can’t fucking sleep. An hour of rolling around, I’d only gotten myself more worked up. Stretching and shooting off a few rounds did nothing to settle me. Finally, I threw myself out of my room and snuck into my mother’s.

The weather was warm enough that her sheets barely covered her midsection, those lithe arms and legs glowed in the traces of moonlight bisecting the room.

Creeping onto her mattress, my hands smoothed over her supple skin, eliciting a soft moan from her in her sleep. Mom didn’t resist my spreading her legs a bit further apart in my exploration.

My hands reached under her hips to lift her ass by inches, tipping her core up toward my mouth. Laving my tongue along her folds had her wriggling under me, soft moans huffing through her dreams. I wonder who was with her in them.

She tasted sweet, and I delved into her, eating her so deeply that I lost myself to the way she ground back into me and how her sweet cries were hardly a breath against her pillow. But Mom came undone across my tongue, and I lapped up every pulse and trace of her orgasm.
Mom murmured as I slipped my fingers into her. Kissing her ass became a new experience. Fuck, yes, she responded so well to it.

My cock jerked hard, bobbing against the edge of the bed with my want to be inside of her again. And if I wanted to get to sleep, I needed to take her soon. But it was so fun to play with her. Hooking my fingers proved my point, clamping her core down on me again.

Mom jerked awake, breathing hard and quaking with the impending orgasm. “Honey?”

I muffled my hello into her ass.
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She groaned, thighs spreading as I pushed her into a new climax.