My Best Friend’s Mother Was Waiting for Me Alone

Sometimes I remember the twenty years I was then and understand why being that age is dangerous: you measure nothing, calculate no consequences, you just feel. Back then I had only two things on my mind: Sunday soccer and my best friend’s mother. Mateo was like a brother to me; we grew up on the same block and spent entire days together. But entering his house was both torture and a prize, and all because of Carmen.

She was around forty-seven. I never understood how her husband, Daniel, could leave her so neglected. The guy was quite a bit older than her, tall, but already ruined by his belly and that habit of living sunk into the armchair with a lukewarm beer and the television blaring.

Carmen, by contrast, was short, with very fair skin and chestnut hair that was always neatly styled. What kept me awake was her body: wide hips, a waist outlined by any house dress, large, heavy tits that moved as she walked, and a way of swaying through the kitchen that I followed with my eyes without even trying to hide it, imagining her naked while I jerked off at night.

After finishing high school, I went away for a while, to work on a construction site in another city. It was months of hauling cement, eating well, and sleeping genuinely exhausted. When I returned to the neighborhood, I was no longer the same skinny, frightened kid as before: I had grown, my shoulders had broadened, and the work had shaped my body in a way no gym ever could. The sun at the site had darkened my skin and given me a different face, a different bearing.

The first weekend, I ran into Mateo at the field and, after the game, he invited me to his house as usual. Daniel was in the armchair, as if he had not moved during all those months.

—Look who’s back! —he shouted without taking his eyes off the screen—. Carmen’s in the kitchen.

We went in, and there she was, with her back to us, wearing gray cotton shorts that clung to her ass in a way that left my throat dry. When she heard us, she turned around with a huge smile.

I was speechless. In my head, I expected to find her a little more faded by the years, but she looked better than ever. She grabbed me by the arm, laughing.

—You’ve gotten strong, boy. Work did you good. You look like a different person.

Different from the child who would turn red whenever she came into the living room.

We sat at the dining table, right beside the kitchen, while Mateo went to get the glasses. Carmen stayed leaning against the counter, attentive in case we needed anything. Every time she stretched to reach the napkins, I followed the movement helplessly, staring at her ass, her tits pressed tight against her shirt.

—Really, what a change —she insisted, sitting across from us—. Look at his arms, Mateo.

—It’s the construction work, Mom —he laughed—. He worked like an animal hauling loads.

Carmen reached out and, as if it were nothing, brushed my forearm with her fingertips. It lasted a second, her fair skin against mine, rough from the cement.

—You can tell —she whispered, holding my gaze a moment longer than normal.

***

From that afternoon on, something shifted between us. I no longer lowered my head when she walked by. One hot afternoon, while Mateo and I were playing on the console, I took off my shirt. Carmen came in with glasses of water, and I saw her eyes travel slowly down my shoulders, over my chest, until they paused for a second on the bulge in my pants.

—You’re skinny, but you look strong —she said, and her voice did not come out as firmly as usual.

—You sleep well in your house —I replied, holding her gaze until she withdrew nervously, adjusting her dress as if she had suddenly started to care how she looked from behind.

We entered into a silent game. She began wearing a floral perfume that lingered in the air. When our hands brushed as we helped her with a bag, I did not pull away quickly, and neither did she. My new confidence was gradually disarming her.

A few days later, Daniel went out and Mateo stayed in the yard with the music turned up loud. I heard a noise in the kitchen and went to see what it was. Carmen was standing on a chair, trying to reach some boxes on the high shelf.

—You’re going to fall from there —I said.

She got frightened and wobbled. Instinctively, I put my hands on her waist to steady her. It was the first time I had really touched her, her warmth passing through the fabric. I lowered her slowly, and we ended up facing each other, so close that my chest almost brushed her tits.

—You’ve become very helpful —she whispered, looking at my mouth.

—Always with you —I answered quietly.

She flushed and asked me to go get Mateo, but she did not move from her spot, waiting to see what I would do.

***

One Tuesday, I received a message from her: Daniel and Mateo were gone, and she needed help moving a heavy piece of furniture. I arrived immediately. I found her wearing a light robe fitted around her hips. Together we pushed the wardrobe, and I noticed that she kept glancing at me. When we finished, with the room half-lit, I walked around the furniture and stood in front of her. I braced one hand against the wall, took her chin with the other, and stole a quick kiss.

She pushed me away.

—You’re crazy! I’m your best friend’s mother. Leave right now.

—I’m sorry —I begged—. I can’t take it anymore. I’ve liked you for years.

She insisted, keeping her voice low but shouting, and I had no choice but to walk toward the door. But before I left, she called me in a whisper. She no longer looked angry, but sad. I came toward her again, and although she put her hands on my shoulders to push me away, she ended up clutching my shirt. We kissed for a long time, slowly, with tongues—the kind of kiss that changes everything.

—Just this, and that’s all —she told me when we separated, fear in her eyes—. Go, please.

***

It took me three days to show up again. Every hour was hell. On the fourth day, I couldn’t stand it. Mateo was in the living room with the console, and Carmen had not come out of the kitchen. I went for a glass of water and found her with her back to me, washing fruit, her shoulders rigid because she already felt my presence.

—Why are you avoiding me? —I said softly—. Tell me the truth. Didn’t you like it? If you didn’t feel anything, I’ll leave and never bother you again.

She stayed silent, trembling. My calm was disarming her. I took her by the arms, and although she tried to push me away, she ended up digging her fingers into the fabric. I kissed her with all the force I had been holding back, and she gave herself to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine. Then Mateo’s voice echoed from the hallway, asking for water. Carmen shoved me away with incredible strength and began scrubbing dishes, red as a tomato.

—Go, please… just go —she managed to whisper.

I left with my heart racing, knowing that the risk of our being discovered was closer than ever, and that, far from stopping me, it drove me on.

***

Days later, knowing Daniel was at the bar and Mateo was with his girlfriend, I went back. Carmen tried to close the door on me, but I put my foot in the way and entered.

—You’re crazy! You could be my son —she said quietly, backing toward the living room while I locked the door.

—Tell me you don’t want me here —I challenged her.

—I don’t want you here… —she replied, but her entire voice trembled.

—Liar.

I kissed her with anger and desire. She struck my shoulders at first, but soon her hands clung to my back, and she let out a moan against my mouth that drove me crazy. I thrust my tongue deep inside her and felt her go completely limp, felt her tits press against my chest. We started up the stairs awkwardly, her going backward, my hands sliding from her waist down to those wide hips I had wanted so badly, squeezing her ass over her skirt. We reached the hallway panting, and she pulled me by my shirt toward her bedroom.

Inside, the outside world ceased to exist. She kissed me desperately while repeating that it was a sin, but her hands would not let me go; she tore off my shirt and paused for a second, staring at my chest, running her palms over my shoulders.

—You’re all man now —she murmured, and this time she was the one who sought out my mouth.

I opened her blouse, one button at a time, while she trembled in my hands. Underneath, she wore a simple white bra that barely contained those enormous mature woman’s tits. I unclasped it in one tug, and they sprang free, heavy and white, their pink nipples already hard. I bent down and sucked one while squeezing the other with my hand. Carmen let out a long moan, gripping my head.

—Oh, baby… no… —she panted, but pressed me harder against her tits.

I pulled down her skirt and panties in a single tug. I fell to my knees without thinking and pressed my face against her white belly, biting it, smelling her pussy for the first time. She unbuttoned my pants with trembling hands and pulled them down along with my boxers. When my cock sprang out, hard and thick, Carmen froze, staring at it.

—My God… —she said slowly—. I had no idea.

She reached out and grabbed it, measuring it in her fist, running her thumb over the tip. A sigh escaped her. I pushed her head toward my cock, and she did not resist; she opened her mouth and took the tip inside, sucking it slowly, looking up at me with those good-mother eyes, now with the son’s friend’s cock filling her mouth. She sucked me for a few seconds, her tongue curling around the glans, until I lifted her away before it was too late.

I picked her up in my arms and laid her on the bed. When I saw her completely naked beneath the dim light coming through the curtain, I was left breathless. She had the mature woman’s body I had dreamed about for years: very fair skin, the natural weight of age, hips that filled the entire bed, tits hanging at her sides, her pussy covered with trimmed brown hair and already glistening from how wet she was. Seeing her like that turned me on, so real, so different from any girl my age.

I spread her legs and settled between them. I took hold of my cock and rubbed the tip against the lips of her pussy, getting myself wet. Carmen closed her eyes and turned her face into the pillow.

—We shouldn’t, we shouldn’t… —she murmured, but her hips were already moving, seeking me.

I pushed slowly and felt her flesh open to swallow me. She was much tighter than I had imagined a woman her age would be, and her heat wrapped completely around me, squeezing me like a wet fist. When I was fully inside her, all the way in, Carmen let out a muffled moan and dug her nails into my back.

—Oh, son of a bitch, you’re so big… —slipped out of her, and she covered her own mouth, embarrassed by what she had just said.

I began to move. At first slowly, feeling her pussy suck at me with every withdrawal, feeling her tits bounce with every thrust. But I had been carrying months of pent-up desire, and she was everything I had wanted since I was fifteen. My body lost control far too quickly. I drove into her harder, deeper, listening to her muffled moans against my shoulder, feeling her thighs tighten around my waist.

—Carmen… I’m not going to last —I told her in her ear, with short, firm thrusts.

She squeezed me tighter with her legs, digging her nails into my back.

—Don’t stop —she begged in a hoarse voice, her face pressed against my neck—. Don’t pull out. Inside, baby, inside.

I did not think twice. I gave her three, four more brutal thrusts and let go with everything. I felt my cum pouring out in streams while she muffled a long moan against my shoulder, her pussy contracting around me, milking every drop. I emptied myself inside her to the very last drop, trembling over her body. We stayed wrapped around each other, sweaty and shaking, listening only to our breathing in the silence of the room. I felt my semen running between her thighs when I pulled out.

***

The air smelled of us, of sex, of her perfume mixed with my sweat. Carmen was resting against my chest when, suddenly, she went rigid and sat on the edge of the bed with her back to me.

—What have we done? —she whispered, her voice breaking.

She dressed in a hurry, genuinely frightened, ordering me to erase everything from my mind.

—I’m Daniel’s wife and your best friend’s mother. This can’t happen again.

She made me leave through the back door. I felt like the happiest man in the world, but it hurt that she called it a mistake. In the alley, I took her face in my hands.

—It wasn’t a mistake to me —I told her, and I gave her a kiss that, against everything I expected, she returned with a tenderness that left me speechless.

***

I went back two days later, so as not to arouse suspicion. Daniel received me with his usual indifference from the armchair. When I crossed paths with Carmen in the hallway, she blushed and lowered her eyes, pretending nothing was happening. But in the middle of the afternoon, she entered Mateo’s room with a pitcher of juice, and while serving it, her hand brushed mine “accidentally.” I felt her trembling. That hungry look confirmed everything: on the outside she was the calm lady of the house, but inside she was still burning, her panties wet just from seeing me.

From that afternoon on, Carmen stopped being so careful. One Saturday, while Mateo was fixing a cable and Daniel was in the yard, she began cleaning the table in front of me wearing little shorts that clung too tightly to her ass when she bent over. She stayed in that position longer than necessary, letting me see the cleft outlined in the fabric.

—It’s so hot! —she said, gathering her hair and revealing her waist.

Mateo did not even look up from his work, but I was left dry-mouthed, my cock hard beneath my pants. She enjoyed that silent game, those shameless gestures only I understood, showing me that although she said everything had been a mistake, she loved being desired that way.

***

The following Wednesday, Daniel left on a trip with the boys to visit their grandmother. Carmen had warned me with a nervous smile: if I arrived after ten, no one would be there. Until that day, the waiting felt endless. As soon as I saw the car drive away, I did not wait even ten minutes.

She opened the door immediately, wearing a short silk robe that revealed her legs, and it was obvious she had nothing underneath. We did not say a word. I cornered her against the door and kissed her until we were breathless. I opened her robe and grabbed her tits with both hands, squeezing them, biting her neck while she panted and reached for the bulge in my pants.

—I came to fuck you all night —I whispered in her ear, barely recognizing my own voice.

—Shut up and do it —she replied, grabbing my cock through the fabric.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist while I carried her upstairs, stumbling until we fell onto her bed.

Seeing her naked again, with daylight coming through the window, was a thousand times better. I stopped for a second to look at her: her tits hanging to either side, her soft belly, her wide hips, her thick thighs spread open for me. I moved closer and kissed her belly, descending slowly, feeling the heat rising from between her legs. I had never done it before; it was my first time down there, and my heart was pounding in my temples.

I opened her legs slowly, and she let out a long sigh, sinking into the pillow. I brought my mouth to her pussy and stuck out my tongue, running it from bottom to top, tasting her for the first time. Carmen jerked and grabbed my hair hard.

—Oh, boy… —she moaned, arching her back.

It was a new sensation for me. I parted her lips with my fingers and searched for her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, sucking it and playing around it. She gave a louder moan and pressed my face against her pussy. I felt her growing wetter as I continued, concentrating on every part of her, pushing my tongue inside, sucking her lips, gently biting her clitoris. I slipped two fingers inside her and moved them upward while continuing to suck her. She never stopped moving or pressing my head against her body, releasing hoarse moans that filled the entire room.

—Like that, like that, don’t stop, baby, don’t stop…

I felt like a real man watching a woman like her lose herself because of what I was doing with my mouth. Her thighs began to tense around my head, her back arched, and she let out a muffled cry, pressing my face against her pussy as she came, soaking my chin. I had never seen anyone come like that, least of all because of me.

—Enough… enough, baby, come here, I’m dying —she begged at last, reaching out to find me, her chest rising and falling at incredible speed.

I climbed over her and entered her in one movement. She was so wet that I slid all the way in without effort, and she released a long gasp when she felt me inside her again. This time I intended to last; I wanted her to enjoy herself. I began with long, firm thrusts, watching her tits move with every stroke, bracing myself on my hands so I could see her entire body beneath me.

—Turn over —I told her.

She obeyed without protest. She got on all fours, her white ass raised and her heavy tits hanging down. I gripped her hips tightly and drove into her in one thrust. Carmen screamed into the pillow, biting it so she would not wake the neighbors. I began fucking her like that, watching her ass ripple with every thrust, feeling her mature pussy suck me in completely. I slapped one cheek, and she let out a hoarse laugh.

—More, give it to me harder, you bastard…

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back while thrusting harder and harder. The bed creaked, the headboard pounded against the wall, and she did not stop moaning my name mixed with curses.

—Daniel never gave it to me like this… —she let slip between gasps—. You’re mine, all mine, don’t stop…

Hearing her say that turned me on even more. I laid her on her back again, grabbed her legs, and opened them like scissors, her heels resting on my shoulders. I lasted much longer than the first time, savoring every second, watching pleasure transform her face, seeing her pussy stretched around my cock every time I withdrew. She held her tits and squeezed her nipples, looking at me through half-closed eyes.

—Come inside me, baby, come inside me, I want to feel you…

That was all I needed. I drove my cock deep inside her with one final, profound thrust and emptied myself inside her, coming in streams while she wrapped her legs around me so I would not pull out. I felt her pussy squeeze me again and again, wringing me dry, until I collapsed on top of her, strengthless, my face buried between her tits wet with sweat.

We stayed like that for a long while, her stroking my hair while I breathed against her neck.

***

After that afternoon, something changed in Carmen. She was no longer the frightened woman hiding in the kitchen; now she felt in control, and that turned me on even more. She began sending me the messages herself. “Today at three.” “Come through the back, Daniel’s at soccer.” Our encounters became almost a secret routine, taking advantage of every lapse, every half hour when the house was empty. I fucked her against the washing machine, against the kitchen table, in the bathroom with the shower running to cover our moans, on her knees sucking me in the garage while Daniel napped ten meters away.

The most intense part was how we learned to pretend. Carmen would serve Daniel his coffee with the face of a calm wife ten minutes after I had held her against the wall, my semen still hot as it ran between her thighs beneath her skirt. I would drink a beer with him as if nothing had happened.

—He’s like another son —she would say without her voice trembling, while beneath the table she brushed my leg with her bare foot, sliding it up to my crotch.

Those moments were pure adrenaline: I would look at her, remembering how she moaned my name on all fours, and she would hold my gaze for exactly long enough before returning to her role as lady of the house.

Of course, as the months passed, things cooled down. Fear that Mateo would notice forced us to space out our encounters, and one day I met a girl my age who gave me the stability Carmen, married and tied to that house, could never give me. But not one afternoon was ever erased from my memory. Without meaning to, Carmen taught me that desire understands neither age nor prudence, and that the most forbidden things are always the ones that burn the longest.