Secrets with Best Friend’s Mother

Trying to sleep, I tossed and turned in the guest room of Todd’s house. He was my best friend, and I was staying over for the week as my parents had to head out of town because my uncle had a heart attack, which luckily he survived. Gradually I had dozed off, and hit dreamland as the storm battered the windows with such ferocity that it almost seemed they would break. The house groaned with the strain of the powerful winds, and the rain pelted it like a fanatical drumbeat.

I had a series of dreams, many of which I could not remember, but eventually I started having a wet dream, involving a sexual fantasy with some hot celebrity, when I started coming too. I was slightly disappointed to wake up in Todd’s guest room, still an awkward virgin teen, instead of being the stud I was in my dream.

Within seconds of waking up, I became acutely aware that I was not alone. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I saw Todd’s mother sitting on the bed, looking down at me, wearing a flimsy negligee, as she gently rubbed my bare chest.