Teen
2006-12-18
Mom's roommate.
By The Khelticryder
I was 18 years old and got into some trouble, nothing major but enough to placed into a group home for boys. Mom worked the graveyard shift at a nursing home, she had been ever since my dad left, leaving me unsupervised all night long. I guess thats why and how I got into trouble. I cleaned up my act and was granted home visits on the weekend.
When I was sent away my mom had rented my bedroom out to Karen, one of her co workers. Karen was the same age as my mom, 37. She was a hippy chic child of the sixties with long blonde hair, she wasnt hot looking, but she wasnt what you would call ugly either. She had huge full tits and a plump round "momma" butt and she had a slight belly, from having kids. All in all she was a MILF.
At first I didnt like the idea of her living at mom's. When I got my home visits I had to sleep on the sofa because Karen now slept in my bed. Mom told me to be nice to Karen, that she was having a rough time, going through a devorce, her husband had taken custody of their kids.
. . so on and so on.
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So I dealt with it.
My first few home visits went fairly well, I had invited my girlfriend over for a piece of ass, after sharing a bedroom with three other guys, not really wanting or able to masterbate for any kind of release I was long over due. Like I said the first two home visits were cool. Missy, my girlfriend, came over, we fucked in my old bed. . now Karen's, then Missy went home and I crashed on the sofa. It was the third home visit that things started to change. Once again I was in my old bed, with Missy, three fingers deep into her creamy wet pussy, with my 7inch hard on throbbing in Missy's hand, when Karen came home early. Karen walked right in and just stopped at the doorway, open jawed starring at Missy and I lying there naked saying nothing. "What the fuck Karen?" I snapped out as Missy rolled away searching for her clothes. ". . A little pivacy please. " Karen smiled a little then shut the bedroom door. Missy was to embarassed to continue anything eles and went home.
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I was sitting on the couch, pissed, aching from blue balls. Karen sat across the room with this shit eatting grin on her face. "Did I scare your little friend away?" She teased me. I so hated the bitch. I gritted my teeth and said nothing.
"Thats okay" Karen went on. "Your mom would kill you if she knew you were fucking Missy in her house, without a rubber even.
" She passed by as she went into 'her' bedroom and winked at me as she said. "So in a way you owe me for saving your life. "
I couldn't take anymore and called out "FUCK YOU. " Karen popped her head out from the bedroom and giggled. "You would enjoy that wouldn't you?"
I started to say "Hell NO!" but I didn't, because as the thought of fucking Karen ran thru my mind I felt my cock harden even more. She must have noticed because she tossed me a jar of vasoline. "Here sweetie you might need this tonight. " She giggled again as she shut the bedroom door.
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I wanted to throw the jar at her, but she was right I would be using it tonight. Karen opened the door once more. "And, just to let you know, the image of your hard cock will be running thru my mind tonight, too bad you are way too young. " She winked once more and shut the door. I was left in shock. . was mom's best friend comming on to me! I started to get up and join her, but then reality hit, she was just teasing me. That night I laid on the sofa stroking my meat thinking of Karen.
More to come. . . . . . .
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