Sparks with a Married Friends Mom

It was the muggy summer of 2005, our suburban street buzzing with lawnmowers and the crackle of backyard grills. I was Nate, 18, fresh out of high school's crap, lean from cutting grass, brown hair flopping over hazel eyes, always the guy fixing bikes or lugging bags for old ladies. My best friend, Danny, was a scrawny nerd, glued to his Game Boy, drooling over my sister, Tara, and dodging his drunk dad, Rick. Danny's mom, Lisa, was a fucking goddess at 39--5'7", chestnut hair framing sad hazel eyes, tits so full they strained her tops, an ass round enough to make my cock throb, legs I'd kill to have wrapped around me. She wasn't flirty, but her soft "thanks" when I fixed her sink, her lips curving just right, had my dick hard and my heart slamming. I didn't just want to fuck her; I wanted to save her, make her laugh, be the guy who brought her back to life.

My family was the neighborhood's core: Dad, Greg, slinging cars and corny jokes; Mom, Denise, baking cookies that smelled like heaven; Tara, 19, blonde and curvy, ignoring Danny's puppy eyes. Danny crashed at our place constantly, escaping Rick's whiskey soaked yelling. I saw the cracks Mom and Dad's late night fights, Lisa's tired smiles when Rick stumbled in, reeking. I wanted Lisa in my bed, her pussy on my cock, but more, I wanted to be her goddamn hero.

It started small. I'd mow their lawn, fix their shitty door, my gray tee sticking to my chest, cargo shorts hiding my boner when Lisa handed me lemonade in her sundresses, the fabric kissing her curves, her coral painted toes peeking out. "You're a fucking lifesaver, Nate," she'd say, her voice like syrup, eyes lingering just enough to make my dick twitch. I'd grin, shy as hell, muttering, "No big deal," while my cock screamed for her hands.

In July, Mom rented a lake house, all cedar and pine, with a dock and firepit. She invited Lisa, saying she needed a break from Rick's drunk ass bullshit. I saw my chance. We drove up, Lisa in a green wrap dress, the V-neck flashing her lacy bra, her sandals showing an ankle chain that made my cock jump. I wore a blue polo and khakis, trying to look grown, not some horny kid, while Danny fucked with his Game Boy in the back.

At the lake, Lisa's room was next to mine, keeping my dick half hard all night. On the boat, her navy one piece hugged her tits, the high cut hips showing her ass, her sheer cover up flapping in the breeze. I helped her on, my hand on her elbow, her skin hot as fuck. "Easy, Lisa," I said, grinning. "Don't want you falling."

"Thanks, Nate," she said, her smile real, eyes glinting. "Always got my back."

"Just doing my job," I said, winking. "That suit's fucking hot."

She blushed, tugging her cover up. "Flirt. You're trouble, aren't you?"

Danny snorted from the bow. "He's just sucking up, Mom."

"Fuck off," I laughed. "I'm a gentleman, right, Lisa?"

"Sure, stud," she teased, swatting my arm, her touch making my balls tighten.

That night, by the firepit, Lisa wore a gray sweatshirt and yoga pants, the fabric glued to her ass, her bare feet curling in the grass. I handed her a s'more, my fingers brushing hers, my cock stirring. "Extra chocolate, just for you," I said, voice low, nervous as fuck.

She moaned, biting it, her tongue licking marshmallow, my dick throbbing. "Nate, you're too damn good," she said, her eyes warm, fucking me up.

"Hope so," I said, locking eyes. "You deserve it, Lisa."

She looked away, sipping wine, but her shoulders eased, her walls crumbling. The next day, we kayaked, Lisa in a red bikini, the ties loose, her tits bouncing with each paddle. I splashed her, her squeal turning to laughter, her top slipping, a pink nipple flashing, making my cock ache. "Nate, you're fucking dead!" she yelled, splashing back, her eyes alive.

"Bring it!" I dodged, grinning. "I'm untouchable!"

We raced to shore, her laughter ringing. I helped her out, my hands on her waist, her skin wet and hot. "You're a pro," I said, my voice thick, eyes on her slick lips.

"You're full of shit," she said, smiling, her body close. "Thanks for the fun."

"Anytime," I said, my cock begging. "I'm here, Lisa. Always."

She softened, stepping back. "You're too sweet, Nate. Too fucking sweet."

In August, Mom booked a Santa Cruz beach house, a sleek glass walled place with a hot tub. Lisa came, still guarded but thawing, her cream linen dress sheer, her bra and panties teasing through, her cork heels clicking. I carried her bags, my white tee tight, board shorts loose. "Got you, Lisa," I said, eyes on her ass.

"Thanks," she said, cool but soft. "Just drop them there."

On the beach, her teal bikini pushed her tits up, the bottoms tied low, her sarong knotted tight. I set up her umbrella, my hand brushing hers, my dick twitching. "Sunscreen?" I asked, holding the bottle, voice hopeful.

She nodded after a pause. "Yeah. My back?"

I squirted lotion, my hands slow on her shoulders, her skin hot as hell, her breath hitching as I kneaded, my fingers grazing her bikini straps. "You're tight as fuck," I said, soft. "Relax, Lisa."

"Feels good," she murmured, her tits rising. My cock jumped, but I played it cool, stepping back.

"All set," I said, smiling. "Can't let you burn."

She smiled, real as fuck. "Trouble, Nate. But thanks."

That night, after shrimp and Uno, Lisa in a black crop top and high waisted shorts, her bare midriff killing me, I suggested the hot tub. Everyone was out cold, the house silent. She hesitated, then joined me, her white one piece damn near transparent, her nipples hard, her pussy lips outlined. I wore trunks, my hard on hidden, the water churning around us.

"Needed this," she said, sinking low, her tits floating. "Rick's been a fucking nightmare."

"Fuck that prick," I said, scooting closer. "You're too good, Lisa. You deserve better."

Her eyes hit mine, raw, open. "Sweet, but it's not simple."

"Could be," I said, my hand on her knee, her skin scorching under the water. "I see you, Lisa. I want you so bad my cock's screaming."

She didn't pull away, her breath fast. "Nate, we can't..."

"I know," I said, my fingers sliding up her thigh, teasing her suit's edge, finding her clit, swollen and slick. "But you feel it, don't you? My dick's dying for you."

She gasped, gripping my arm, her legs parting just enough. "Fucking crazy," she whispered, but her eyes were locked on mine, hungry.

I leaned in, lips brushing her ear, my fingers slipping under her suit, dipping into her tight, wet pussy. She moaned, low, her hips shifting. "Fuck, Lisa," I groaned, my cock throbbing, kissing her neck, her skin salty sweet. "You're so fucking wet."

"More," she hissed, desperate, her hands on my shoulders. I yanked her suit down, her tits spilling out, full and fucking perfect, nipples begging for my mouth. I sucked one, my tongue swirling, her moans louder, her pussy clenching my fingers. "Oh, shit, Nate," she gasped nails digging in.

I stood, dropping my trunks, my cock thick, veined, dripping precum. I grabbed a condom from my overal wallet, rolling it on, her eyes glued to my dick, starving. "You sure?" I asked, voice rough, giving her an out.

"Yes," she said, urgent, pulling me close, her legs wrapping around me. I thrust in, slow, deep, her pussy gripping my cock, hot and tight. "Fuck!" I groaned, fucking her steady, her tits bouncing, her moans wild.

"Harder, Nate," she begged, nails scratching, her pussy soaking me. I pounded her, water splashing, my hands squeezing her ass, her lips on mine, tongue sloppy. She came fast, her pussy pulsing, her scream muffled against my shoulder. I thrust deeper, my balls tightening, and came, the condom catching my load as her pussy milked me, her body shaking.

We sank back, panting, her tits heaving, her suit tangled. "Lisa," I said, breathless. "You okay?"

She nodded, fixing her suit, her eyes soft. "This stays here, Nate. One fucking time."

"Promise," I said, my heart pounding, her taste burned into me.

Back home, the neighborhood felt heavier. Danny kept crashing at our place, Rick's rages worse. Lisa's smiles were softer, our secret burning in her glances. I kept helping fixing her porch light, hauling groceries my cock stirring when she brushed my arm, her voice low, "Thanks, Nate." I wanted her pussy again, but I kept my word, kept it one night, though my dick ached for her, my heart for her smile.

By September, I was working lawns fulltime, saving for a truck. Lisa left Rick, moved to an apartment with Danny. I dropped off a toolbox she'd borrowed, saw her one last time in a tight tank top, no bra, nipples poking through, jeans hugging her ass. "Still a lifesaver," she said, her smile sad but free.

"Always for you," I said, my cock twitching, heart heavy. She hugged me, her tits pressed against me, lips brushing my cheek. "Take care, Nate."

I nodded, walking away, the summer of 2005 a fucking inferno in my soul, Lisa's pussy, her moans, her heart forever mine.