Her Best Friend's Son Pt. 01

It happened in the second year of our relationship.

I met up with Françoise every week in an apartment that her best friend let us use as a love nest.

To her friend, who lived abroad, it served as a "pied-à-terre", so it was empty for most of the time.

Her friend had given Françoise a set of keys and a licence to use the apartment whenever she did not need it herself.

The apartment was not large, but it had everything we needed. A small lounge, a kitchenette and above all, a bedroom with a large and comfortable bed. It was situated in a pleasant neighbourhood of A, on the upper floor of the block, with a nice view over the old town.

Françoise was married to a former owner of a large car dealership.

He was 15 years older than she and they had two grown up daughters who had left home already.

Her husband had lost interest in her after the birth of the second daughter. He went through several affairs, and she found out that he visited prostitutes.

So, both husband and wife went their own, separate ways.

They slept in different rooms and often he did not even sleep at home.

Françoise had no difficulties to find young lovers in the circles she was frequenting.

I was 20 and in the second year of my physics studies at university.

I had developed a strong libido, but I did not have many opportunities nor the means to meet my sexual needs. There were few women in my faculty at university, and I had no money for going out and meet up with girls.

I watched porno on the net and occasionally browsed through adverts on sex dating sites to become sufficiently aroused to masturbate.

That is before I met Françoise.

We first contacted each other via a naughty dating site.

In an impulse I had posted a sex advert with an image of my lower body with fully erect member. I knew that I was above average endowed and that is probably why I received a lot of response.

It was that image that had caught Françoise's imagination as she later admitted.

In her first message she presented herself as a mature lady who was looking for occasional vigorous sex with a virile young man.

We exchanged some pleasant messages, mostly about trivialities and with some more information about our appearances.

She did not tell me her age, and I did of course not ask.

After her fifth or so message she proposed that we should see each other over a coffee. We agreed a date and time to meet at a popular spot just outside town.

It was a fine day.

I was first at the restaurant, and I sat outside at a table from where I could see the parking.

She was late.

A quarter of an hour after our agreed time I saw an expensive convertible driving into the parking lot and pulling into a free space. The door opened and out came a woman in a brightly coloured summer dress.

She first scanned the surroundings and then made her way up to the terrace where I was sitting. Everything in her behaviour showed that she was used to going places.

I knew it was her!

I had ordered a beer of a particular brand from which she could make out that it was me she was looking for.

She noticed it and our eyes met.

"You must be Ken," she smiled.

"Yes madam," I answered, and I stood up to greet her.

"I am Françoise, pleased to meet you." She gave me a kiss on my cheek.

We mustered each other discretely and I estimated her age at between 45 and 50.

In fact, she was 53 as she later admitted.

She was an attractive woman.

A motherly type.

Her lovely face was slightly asymmetrical and made me think of Modigliani's models.

She had her luxurious bunch of auburn hair tied up in a high bun.

Large hazel coloured eyes under delicately shaped eyebrows and a broad mouth gave her a sensual look.

There was a touch of vulgarity in her overall behaviour, that I found exciting. I was to find out soon that she had few inhibitions...

Françoise was of medium height and rather heavyset, with a very generous bosom.

We had a nice time chatting and after an hour or so she suddenly laid her hand on mine.

"Do you feel like meeting in a more intimate place already now, Ken?" she asked,

"Because I do."

"Yes, I do too," I answered, "you are so... sexy!"

It came out before I realized what I was saying. It however betrayed that I meant what I said and that was not lost on Françoise.

I felt that I blushed profusely...

She smiled and looked at me tenderly, with a hint of desire in her eyes.

She then took me to the apartment.

Our first intimate date was a success. We were very well matched, and, despite my inexperience, we at once found the ways to please and satisfy each other.

She spontaneously told me what she liked, and afterwards she said she had several orgasms during the two hours we made love for the first time.

I had read extensively about cunnilingus as a marvellous way to treat a woman and she let me do it with her from the first time. She actually guided me patiently.

"You are a born lover," she said, "I am so happy to have found you."

Since then, we met up weekly in the apartment.

At lunchtime we went out for a drink and a meal. She insisted on paying. "You pay later, when you are a professor," she quipped.

Françoise had trained and worked as a physiotherapist before she met her husband and married him at the age of 23. He was 38 and was the owner of a large car dealership.

From then on she could afford to work intermittently, just to occupy herself.

At 50 she had stopped working altogether and she had plenty of money to live a good life, the more so as her husband had sold his car dealership at a fantastic price.

Françoise spent plenty of time at her daughters', the tennis court, the women's club and, of course with her lovers.

After our first, urgent satisfaction of our needs, she made us coffee and I could work on my laptop, whilst she browsed through the latest society magazines that she brought with her.

When she became aroused again, she used to lay her hand on my shoulder and whisper in my ear, "J'ai envie de toi, tu viens?" (translation: I want you, come!).

By that time, I had usually recovered, and I was eagerly waiting for her to invite me...

Our intercourse was always respectful and tender, but vigorous at the same time. Over time we were intimate enough to fully abandon ourselves during the act and to make the bed shake! She loved cunnilingus and she made me a real expert in the technique.

We both had a strong libido, and she kept herself in good shape with regular fitness, so we usually managed three full intercourses on a day: two in the morning and one in the afternoon, after lunch.

From her I learned to enjoy sex to the full, without inhibitions, as 'a gift of life'.

To give and receive pleasure between people who like and respect each other.

We were already in the second year of our relationship, and it was highly satisfactory for both of us.

We had become very good friends, apart from being lovers.

We could share virtually all our intimate thoughts about sex and that is how Françoise confessed frankly that she preferred men who were much younger than she in her bed. "I like not only their youth and vigour, but also their relative innocence and inexperience with sex. I love to teach them how to make love. I love to see how horny they become when I undress. I love it how they go for my breasts to suck them like children," she explained.

It was true that, with her large breasts and motherly character she had a noticeable attraction for young men. When we walked through the streets young man turned their heads after we had passed.

She probably also encouraged them by the way she looked at them and the way she dressed.

Her dresses often left little to imagination with respect to her voluptuous body. In particular, her cleavage was breathtaking.

Perhaps the fact that she so obviously preferred younger men had played a role in her alienation from her husband.

Therefore, in a way, what she brought up one day did not come as a surprise.

"Can I discuss something with you," she said.

"It is rather unusual, and I sincerely hope it will not shock you. Although I know that you are open minded about things like sex."

I sat down and looked at her intently. "No problem, tell me, you know you can tell me what is on your mind."

She still hesitated and when I had encouraged her further, she began.

"This must remain strictly confidential between you and me, do you hear me?"

I promised of course.

"You know I told you a lot about my friends. So, you know that Martha is my best friend; we know each other from college days."

I nodded, "Yes, I know."

She continued, "well, we see each other in the women's club and on Fridays on the tennis court.

Two weeks ago, after our match, she came up to me and asked me if we could have a private chat between friends.

We found a quiet spot on the terrace, we ordered a drink and Martha at once started to cry.

I was a bit upset of course, and I told her to tell me what the matter with her was.

She told me that it was not about her, but about her son that she wanted to speak with me.

You know, she has one child, an 18-year-old son, who is everything to her.

I know him too, he also comes to the club. Julien is a handsome guy, but very shy, unusually shy. The girls sometimes make fun of him because of his shyness. I'm sure that he is still a virgin.

I also know that this has been worrying Martha for a long time already.

For a start she told me that Julien had been away for a few days on a school outing and that had allowed her and the cleaner to bring some order in his room. Whilst cleaning out the bookcase the cleaner had found plenty of hard porn magazines, hidden behind the books. And, worse still, a number of sex toys for men, such as masturbators; the cleaner knew what they were, Martha didn't.

Result: an upset cleaner and a very upset Martha!

Martha just did not dare to confront her son by what she found, so they placed everything back where they found it, as if nothing happened. She instructed the cleaner not to say anything about it.

Can you believe it?

But it left her not only upset but extremely worried. Her son, her handsome son, whom she already saw before her as a grown-up man and properly married with a pretty woman. For example, that nice girl with the big breasts, Brigitte Aubrey, whose mother she knew quite well from the tennis club and who had actually told her that her daughter had a crush on Julien...

The finding of the porno and the masturbators, plus the shyness that keeps him away from the girls sort of destroyed that vision.

It worries her sick. I have seen it, she is physically unwell. She is really despairing.

She told me that she had sleepless nights.

During one such night she suddenly got an idea she said, and it was that idea that she urgently wanted to talk about with me.

She told me to keep it a secret and then she said that she would explain her plan with me and first wanted to hear my reaction, as it was highly unusual and delicate.

I said I would of course listen to her, as her best friend, and help her as best I could."

Françoise was genuinely worried about her best friend, so I let her talk without interruptions.

She continued, "You know what Martha proposed to me? You won't believe this.

She first told me that since last year she had clearly noticed that her son became restless in a peculiar way whenever he saw me. Yes, me!

That he actually seemed to look for opportunities to see me. Another friend of hers had noticed it too and had told her so.

Martha was adamant: watching me visibly aroused her son! She had even seen him having erections whenever I was near him at the tennis club. "Tennis shorts are not ideal for hiding an erection you know," she said.

This was the only time we laughed, but it was clearly embarrassing for her to admit this to me.

I reassured her that what she told me would remain strictly between us and I asked her what she wanted to propose and how I could possibly be of any help."

"Poor Martha, she blushed profusely when she begged me not to feel offended or embarrassed by what she was going to ask. I told her to go ahead and throw it on the table."

"Françoise," she said, "you are my best friend, and Julien is my only son, and I love you both to death.

I am worried sick about Julien now. He is 18 years old and his only experience with sex is via porno and sex toys. I don't think he has slept with a woman, he's too shy, even to go to a prostitute.

His first passions are sports. First: rowing. Solo that is, in a rowing skiff.

So, he is healthy enough!

And, he likes playing tennis, as you know. You see him sometimes at the club.

His second passion: physics. He dreams of a physics study at university. He is intelligent enough.

Julien told me that he is keen to obtain more information about the study. You know: the curriculum, the level of difficulty.

But he is just like his father: impulsive and often very horny. I know it, I can see it. And the horniness builds up.

His dad's first time was with a whore... he told me so once in a drunken state, also to humiliate me, for sure!

He never got over it, he often treated me like I was a whore in bed.

I am so worried that Julien also will go to a brothel too to relieve his sexual tensions. You know what desperately horny men are capable of.

That a whore would be the first woman he... you know what I mean. That he would become like his father...

Here is what I want to discuss with you.

I've always known, well we all know that you like young men in your bed, and I happen to know that at this very moment you have a very young lover.

I know that you really enjoy sex and that you consider sex as a highly enjoyable way of giving and receiving pleasure between people who like each other. With love and respect.

That is what I hope my son will learn.

Will you... will you, well, take care of my son and make him a man?

You now know that he has a crush on you, so that may help him overcome his shyness.

You are my best friend; you are the only woman I would dare ask.

It would be such a huge relief to me to know that his first experience with a woman in bed was with a true woman... with you... I know you will be good and patient with him and teach him the right things.

That will remain with him for the rest of his life.

For you, he would just be another lover..."

"She blushed even more than before, poor Martha, but it had come out, she had asked it."

"You can imagine that I was speechless for a while, and I really had to let sink in what she had asked from me."

I nodded, "yes, I can understand that. What was your reaction? What did you say? "

"I did not know how to react at first. I begged her to let me clear my thoughts and we ordered another drink.

Funny enough I felt proud that she had asked me. That she had said: a true woman.

I saw Julien before me, a nice guy for sure. But he could be my son!

But 'just another lover'. As if I were a man-eater!

On the other hand, well you know me, I also began to feel aroused, to feel lust. I am not at all ashamed to admit that I like fucking young men."

"Thank God," I quipped.

"Don't laugh," Françoise said, "It's a weakness of mine, I just can't resist a virile young hunk who wants to fuck me."

"So, what did you say to her?" I asked.

"I said I needed time to think it over and that I would ring her when I had made up my mind; within days.

She was so grateful that I had listened to her, and she gave me a big hug.

Poor Martha, she was so upset and worried. You should have seen her."

"Go on," I said," what have you decided. That sure is an uncommon request, I can believe that you had to think about it."

Françoise looked at me inquisitively. "I am anxious to hear what you think of my decision. You will understand why when I finish."

That really aroused my curiosity.

"I thought long and hard," she continued, "Could it affect my reputation I asked myself. You know, I am already a cougar in the eyes of some.

Don't get me wrong: I became horny like hell thinking about it, but, you know, me, a mature woman with a reputation to lose...

In the end it was my compassion for Martha that made me cross the line; I had seen a real despair in her eyes.

I rang her yesterday to tell her that I would consider doing it, under two conditions.

First, that we find a way to keep it an absolute secret for the outside world.

And, second, and that is where you come in, that she allows you to be present."

There she stopped and looked even more closely at me.

It took a few moments for me to grasp what she meant. I was not sure and asked: "what, you mean, you want me to be there when you do it?"

She nodded.

"I am not getting it; what am I supposed to do during your initiation of another young man? Just watch or what?"

"Don't feel offended my love," she replied, "I want you to actually participate."

She must have seen my bewilderment, because she took my hand and added hastily, "don't worry, you don't have to touch Julien. I know you're straight.

You have to make love to me as we always do.

I have decided that that is the way I will first introduce him to sex with a woman; by showing it as love making. Do you know what I mean? By letting him watch us fucking... hard, if it turns out that way, but with respect and tenderness. With our normal, proper and decent foreplay.

After that I will take care of him, leave that to me. You may watch of course, I'd love you to stay and watch."

I felt becoming aroused by what she said and after a moment of reflection I replied,

"I trust you know what you are doing Françoise, for me that is ok," I said, "I'm not too shy."

She smiled, "I know. Thanks for your understanding, you're an angel, Ken!"

"Not sure about that qualification because I want a reward for my sacrifice."

She laughed heartily, "don't worry, you get your reward here and now!" She stood up and pulled me towards the bed.

After a vigorous third time that morning, we dressed and went out for lunch. We went to a bistro where we could have a table in a private spot, and we discussed ways to organize ourselves for the grand occasion.

Martha had asked it to happen sooner rather than later. She had said it was really urgent.

(to be continued)