My mommy’s best friend brings me to a release in a room full of people and (almost) no one knows

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Hey, there's my sweet baby. How are you? I'm so excited to talk to you and see you.

It was so disappointing when I learned that we weren't going to be able to come, especially with all of the build-up and attention we had given to our shared mission, or my long-term mission that you've adopted with almost my same enthusiasm, because you're the coolest fucking partner on the entire planet. I mean, how many people can say that their ride-or-die wifey-status baby is all in on being their wing-person in their efforts to fuck their mother's best friend? Yeah, well, I know it's not really the strategic game of risk I'm making it out to be.

I know there's some low-grade DTF energy, and has been, but still. That's part of the long narrative arc. And let me tell you, I added to the sustained drawn-out nature this weekend, but I think you're going to be proud of me.

So, yeah, I guess I just foreshadowed. We did not achieve the final goal this weekend, but we moved the needle closer than ever, and shared some very, very hot interactions. And I left the door open for us to utilize the strategy we had talked about sometime down the road, which I think is very important, too.

Yeah, the strategy where we set ourselves up to be among the stragglers at a get-together, and when Mom's best friend has been imbibing some red wine and has that late-night twinkle in her eye of her best friend's son, you place yourself across from the two of us, and we're sitting close to each other, and you steer the conversation towards sex, and say something like, You know, usually men who fuck as well as Ben does with big dicks that they can keep hard as long as they want, they don't put a lot of effort into knowing how to eat pussy. But he sure did. He does both with all the enthusiasm you could ever ask for.

How often do you get a guy that will positively saber and slobber all over your pussy, even though he's got a beautiful big dick he could fuck you with all night? Is that gonna be your opening line? I see how you're thinking that could grab her attention.

But anyway, yeah, we had to call an audible this weekend, and I'm excited to tell you about it, Mommy. I think I did well. I think it will make you proud.

So, yeah, like I said, I didn't shut the door on us utilizing that, and what ended up happening, she was very excited to see me, and gave me one of her usual very intimate greeting hugs, which, God, I look forward to that. And she knows that it depends a little bit on the time of day and whose eye we're under, just how enthusiastic the hug gets. But this was a particularly good one, you could say, where, um, geez, I think my face was.

.. Did my nose clear the seam of her shirt? I think it did.

I think it would be fair to say my nose was nuzzled under her shirt into her breast, and she cradled my head into her chest. All of that gorgeous six-foot-three body of hers, cradling my head into her chest, smelling her perfume until I thought, did my nose just fuckin' almost tuck under her bra strap? It sure did.

Hello to you too, Mama's best friend, whose name shall be obscured for privacy. Slash Kali K. And of course, that is totally a.

.. That is totally a fictitious name. Um, yeah, absolutely.

I did inadvertently reveal the true first name sometime back, so that cat was out of the bag. But the name I just said is totally fictitious. Yeah.

My Mama's best friend that I've lusted after all these years. Her name is Kali K. K-A-N-E.

K-E-L-L-Y. K-A-N-E. Or is it? I wanna fuck my mother's friend, Kelly Kane, so bad.

Kelly, this weekend was amazing. I think we've honored each other for a long time. I don't give a shit if we engage with my mommy King's shit, or if you wanna rant and rave about your husband in the confines of marriage, or if you want me to dominate and get rough with you and tie you down to the bed, or if you want me to be sensual and absolutely worship and savor and appreciate every millimeter of your body as if it were a sacred temple, and are joining together at the moment of union.

This is the most sacramental experience, and most holy plunging of my heartache into your goddess-like body, however you want it. If you want me to pull your hair and bite your nipples, or get down on my hands and knees and lick your feet, I am just, in the least emasculating, most attractive and domineering way, begging you to let me fuck you, please. I have to fuck you.

I'm ready to fuck the wall and go crazy here, even after all these years. Kelly, please let me fuck you. Please, please, I know you want it.

Oh, wait, fuck. What was I doing? I was making an audio track.

Shit. I got off on a bit of a little daydream there. Okay, I hope I didn't say anything too revealing or embarrassing.

That was weird. Okay, so, where was I? As usual this weekend, Miss Kelly Kane did linger late night behind most of the other guests at my mama's dinner party, including her husband, who went home a good three or four hours before her.

There was a joke made, too, at some point, about how he was interested in some lovin' that would be long since passed out when his wife came home. It wasn't that unfortunate. I almost spoke out loud.

I could always take care of that for you. But I caught myself. We did smirk at each other, though, Kelly and I.

And then, as usual, we ended up sitting on the couch next to each other. For some reason, my mom and all of her friends, they have all witnessed this woman and I snuggling, often under a blanket, playing footsie, kind of doing some mild grab-assing and nuzzling and flirting for years, and seemingly think nothing of it. Perhaps just because they've all had their quota of Merlot and Cab Soft, I think it is because the energy we put off is just so hot and natural and irresistible and enviable.

If it was creepy, they would say something. They're not the type to ignore something like that. But, fuck, I mean, we snuggled like that on any such occasion as we found since I was rather young.

And then, with increasing boldness as I've gotten older, to now where I texted her to let her know I'd be home this weekend days in advance. And we've never really mentioned these cuddle sessions. They've just been an unspoken thing that spontaneously arises.

But this time, I said, I look forward to one of our late-night chats and sitting on the couch under a blanket with you. Those moments mean more to me than you could ever imagine. Please be around, if you can.

And the reply was a blushy smiley face emoji. And what did she say? Oh, yeah, she said I wouldn't miss it.

That's right. She kept it mysterious. But, anyway, yeah, it's nice to not have to worry about crying eyes when you just are so nonchalant.

But, um, this trip down, let me cut to the chase here, home taking forever, reminiscing in a way that could go on forever. Because, yeah, I don't think it's any secret that I love this woman so much. On many levels, I love her so much.

Um, we have snuggled and done some intentional but plausibly deniable grab-assing and drawn-out hugs and kisses on greeting. But this weekend, I got the most built-up, long-time-anticipated, and fucking frankly incredible hand-drop that anybody ever got. Yeah, that's right.

Um, yep, she jerked me off to completion under a blanket in the same room as my mother and her friends. Not one night, but both nights of the weekend. And on the second night, I also ventured into Miss Kelly's pants and blue lacy underwear and had the honor of returning that favor and feeling the warm, wet, visceral, tight love box, as she called it, of this woman I have driven myself crazy and placed on the highest sexual pedestal a young boy could ever place a woman on.

Yeah, it might sound cheesy or like not much, but goddamn did I like it and am I happy and excited about this development. I think your phone call definitely did set the stage. Yeah, when we were talking, and I'll let you know that we had been carrying on a conversation right when you called and you asked to have it on speaker just to say hello to her.

And then you said, take care of my boy while he's down there. Yeah, I think, yeah, just hearing that request and then you saying, yeah, I always take care of him or whatever and, you know, mischievously suggesting an interchangeable role between my lover and partner and her added an element of closeness. And then you, you always go right for it and hold it up with, I'll just be at home trying to eke out some of the satisfaction of him taking care of me, but I don't think I have any toys big enough for the job, which is a lie, by the way, we have a myriad of massive tiny toys, but still appreciated, especially when the object of your lust is six feet and three inches taller than you.

You know, that's a tall woman for sure. I have worried that even though I've got a, you know, a package I've never been ashamed of that, you know, maybe a, maybe a woman with, you know, such lengthy legs that could wrap around you twice needs a, you know, horse cock to be satisfied, but I gauged her reaction to stroking me under the blankets and she was silently intrigued and impressed, I believe. Did she say anything directly? Yeah, she did.

I, yeah, I feel awkward sharing, I don't want to sound like I'm tooting my own horn, babe, but what did she say? She said, okay, I'll tell you, fine. She said, you have a gorgeously smooth, rock-hard cock.

It's really big. It's really nice. I can't get over how big it is.

Yeah, that's what she said. And then later on she said, I've always benefited from a big, hard cock like this. And I said, is that what you have on offer on the regular? And she gave me a side eye, kind of like, I'm not going there right now, but no.

And I decided to push the envelope just a little. That's it.