“Hey, Mom!” Brad called out looking for his mother. “Mom!”

Kristine walked into the kitchen. “Jesus, Brad, stop yelling. What’s up?”

“Do you mind if I have some friends over on Saturday?”

“How many friends?” She asked cautiously.

“Just some guys from the team. We have a game against our biggest rival, and we’ll blow off some steam.”

“It won’t be a rager like last time, right? I was cleaning the house for a week after that. Cleaning that you should have done, mister.”

Brad looked sheepish. “That got a little out of control. But it won’t happen this time, I promise. You can even be here if you want. The guys love you.”

“I don’t know about that. I’ll find something to do and leave you guys to your little party.”

“Thanks, Mom, you’re the best!” He grabbed her in a big bear hug and lifted her off the ground.

“Stop that, honey,” She shrieked, laughing.

“Okay, I have to tell the guys.”

“Hey, Brad.”

He turned back, and said, “Yeah?”

“A few people.”

“Got it, Mom, small party.” He pinched his forefinger and thumb together and grinned.

Kristine pulled up to her house, or at least tried to. She finally found a spot a block away from the house. She looked at all the cars as she walked. They filled all the spots up and down her street. “Small party, my ass. I’m going to kill that boy.”

Inside, music blared and there were people all over her house. “Brad! Get out here, now!” She screamed, loud enough for those nearby to turn and stop talking.

From the kitchen, he bounded in. “Oh, hey mom. You’re back early. Everything okay?”

“What the hell is this?” She waved her arms around, nearly hitting someone walking by. “You said a few friends!”

“Mom, relax, it’s cool. It’s just a few people.”

She winced and recoiled away from him. He was slurring his words and his breath reeked of booze.

“Jesus, Bradley. You are fucking hammered.”

“Nah, I’m goo—” She barely caught him and stood holding his dead weight. Kris was stuck holding her passed-out son.

“Hey sorry, Mrs. Grant. He went hard on the drinks.” She turned to the tall black man next to her. Bill, her son’s teammate and long-time best friend, stood there shaking his head. He took Brad out of her arms and eased him onto the couch.

“Thanks, Bill. I wish he’d take it easy. He always parties way too hard. One day it’s going to catch up with him, just like his father.”

Kris looked at her son’s friend. He’d always been the more sensible of the two. Ever since junior high, when Brad had dragged him home after school to play video games, he’d been a constant presence in their home. Always polite and considerate, she was glad that her son had him as a friend.

“You look like you could use a drink yourself. What can I get for you?” He flashed a big toothy smile with his perfectly white teeth at her.

“How about a Seven and 7?”

“Coming right up.” He whisked away to the booze table.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks, Bill.” She winced. “Holy shit, how strong did you make this?”

He grinned. “You look like you need some help to relax. He said just a few people, right?”

She sighed. “Yeah, just a little bit.”

He raised his beer. “Take a drink. Let loose. Say fuck it.”

“Fuck it.” She toasted him and downed the rest of the glass in one swallow.

“Woo hoo, Mrs. Grant!”

“Kris. Call me Kris. Mrs. Grant makes me feel like an old lady.”

“Okay, Kris.” He leaned in close to her. “You are not old, but you are sexy.”

Bill was always smooth with girls. She saw him at their games, the girls would be trying to catch his eye. He flirted right back at them, effortlessly.

“Pish posh. You need to find someone your own age. I’m sure the little slut girls around school would love to get a piece of you. Big, tall, soccer player.” She ran her hand up his arm.

He held her, his arm along her lower back, just above her ass. “They are so immature. I hate how they play games.”

“Yeah, somehow, I doubt that. I see the way you flirt with them.”

“It’s not like that. I mean, sure, who doesn’t like some attention? But I like someone who knows what they like and isn’t afraid to tell you what they want. I always imagined someone like you. You’ve been my inspiration in what to look for in a woman.”

“Ohh, you are smooth, Bill. I bet you have to beat them off with your stick.” The drink was hitting her fast, loosening her tongue.

He chuckled. “What can I say, I like to have fun, and they are willing. But they don’t rate for anything besides fuck bunnies.

A fast dance song started playing. “Let’s dance, I love this song.”

They moved to the music during the fast songs, and Bill held her close during the slow songs.

She could feel his hardness poking her belly and it made her stomach flutter. It’d been a long time since she had been pursued by a man, and Bill was a handsome one.

She was sweaty from the fast-paced music these college kids liked and welcomed the change of pace when the slow songs played.

He held her close.

“Bill, I’m all sweaty. Are you sure you want to hold me so close?”

“I like when I can make a beautiful woman sweat. It means I’m doing something right.” He grinned down at her, his white teeth flashing against his dark skin.

“Oh, and how do you like to make a woman sweat?”

He picked her up, supporting her by her ass. His grip was effortless, and she wrapped her legs around him out of instinct.

She could smell his musky scent, and his skin glistened with his own sweat.

“I take her to bed, and I have my way with her.” She shivered at the thought. This was her son’s best friend, she’d known him for years, watched him grow up. But now she was seeing the man that he’d become, and was curious.

“When I’m done, we’re both sweaty. The sheets are soaked. We’re exhausted.”

“Oh my.” She didn’t know how to respond. She didn’t want to lead him on, since he was so much younger than her. Still, she pictured being in bed with him after they had worked up a sweat, panting, and out of breath.

The weight of her body pressed her ass into his hands. He was ever so slightly lifting her up and down. She could feel his cock each time he lowered her. It pressed against her pussy through her pants and underwear. She knew that he knew exactly what he was doing, and the effect it was having on her.

“Bill put me down, please.”

He grinned and lowered her to the floor. He managed to drag her body along his stiffness until her feet touched the floor.

The image of the two of them in bed together in a sweaty mess popped into her head. It was clear that he wanted her, and she was tempted to let him.

“I love this song,” he said. He turned her and pulled her back toward him. She was pressed against him, his cock pressed against her back, just above her ass.

They moved to the hard-driving bass beat. She almost felt like he was taking her right there. An image of him bending her over and pushing his stiff cock into her from behind appeared in her mind’s eye.

The imagined feeling of him taking her right then and there ramped up her arousal. She pushed back against him signaling her desire for him.

He whispered in her ear, “I’ve wanted you for so long. You have no idea how many nights I went home and thought of you when I laid in bed.”

“You thought of me?”

“Fuck yes. I always wanted you, since I knew what wanting was.”

“We can’t though. It wouldn’t be right. You’re so young, and I’m not. And what about Bradley?”

“Be bad. Don’t worry about all that.” His hands held her belly. The dark skin contrasted with the light-colored material. She imagined his hands flowing over her white skin.

She closed her eyes and strengthened her resolve. “We have to stop this.” He held her, trying not to move.

“Bill.”

She felt his hands leave her and the pressure against her back went away. “Okay.” His face said he was anything but okay. “If you say so.”

She heard his disappointment and nearly changed her mind right then. “Yes. It’s for the best. I’m sorry.”

He slowly walked away, leaving her staring at his back. She felt like an ass but thought leading him on was a dangerous path.

Throughout the night, she caught him watching her. She’d turn and catch him out of the corner of her eye. Each time, some young girl was trying to flirt with him. She hated them, each-and-every one of them. They draped themselves on him like little sluts looking for nothing but to be dicked down by the tall black stud.

Each time he saw her, he’d smile at her. She felt a tingle each time.

Bill watched as she strode up to him. She said to the coed talking to him, “Can I borrow Bill for a moment?” She smiled at the college girl and pulled him away.

“What’s up Kris?”

She stopped and turned to him. “What’s up is we’re going somewhere to be alone. Those little sluts don’t get to have you. You’re mine.”

She pulled him insistently down the hallway. He followed, led by the woman he’d fantasized about for years. Her ass swayed seductively before him as she dragged him to her bedroom. He knew where they were heading.

At her closed door, he pulled her around. “Are you sure about this, Kris?”

She looked up to him. “No, I’m not. But I want you, and I know you want me. Now, let’s go.” She tugged into her bedroom.

He followed her to her lair.

Inside her bedroom, she stood there waiting for him. Now that he was alone with her, he had an attack of conscience. He stood stock still. No longer were they flirting, they were in her bedroom, about to take their relationship to another place.

“Do you want me, Bill?”

He answered quietly, “I do.”

“Show me how much you want me. I want you to fuck me. Right here on my bed.”

His hesitancy dissolved away and he smiled. He pulled her blouse up over her head. Her body was revealed to him as the fabric slid up. She was a mature mom, with wide rounded hips. Her belly had some pooch that she’d never been able to eliminate, no matter how many crunches she did in the gym. Her bra-covered breasts came into view, and he whistled softly.

“You look beautiful, Kris.”

She blushed. “Thank you,” she said, feeling bashful all-of-a-sudden.