[M4F] Obsession, With A MILF

This is not the first time I've been here, with my friend's arm over my shoulder as we stumble up the walkway to his backdoor. I've never liked the taste of alcohol, and as such I'm the guy who has to rescue people from their own bad decisions. I'm the one people say is "a good guy", or girls say "He's so sweet" when that's the last thing I want to hear from them. So when Petey ends up at the end of a long Saturday night, four or five beers deeper than he should be, I'm the one to get him cleaned up, get him into my car, and get him home so he can sleep this off.

"You're the best, man..." He murmurs out as I fumble with his keys, getting the backdoor unlocked, slowly pushing it open until...

I see you, sitting at the kitchen table, a mug off coffee in your hand. I smile, sheepishly. This is not the first time you've seen me like this. "Hi," I say, grimacing. "He, uh, had a bit too much fun."

You smile at me, and I feel a pang of something. A stupid crush? I'm nearly twenty three, you twice my age, and I still feel nervous around you. You, the "hot" mom of our friend group. The one I can't help but fantasize about more than I'd like. The nice one, the good one. The understanding one.

The one part of me used to be obsessed with.

We both help Petey upstairs. He tried to apologize in a slurred voice as he collapses into the bed, and you just roll your eyes playfully at me before we head downstairs. You offer me a cup of coffee, and I decline. Caffeine, that never sat well with me either. I'm standing by the door once again, trying not to blush as you smile at me, tell me I'm a good guy, a good friend to your son. And eventually, I slink off into the night, back towards my car, where for a moment I sit. Fuck, this is so stupid. Just a stupid crush on my friend's kind, gentle, hot mom.

I reach for my backpack, finding my keys. Sitting there for a moment, I remember something else. A stupid novelty I found in a stupid store while I was killing time after work before tonight's party.

A simple piece of wood. A stick. A twig, even. I hold it in my hand, and I look up towards Petey's house. Where you're inside.

"I wish Petey's mom loved me more than anyone." I say, almost without thinking, and snap the twig.

A second later, as I'm about to start my car, I hear a tap on the glass. Looking up, I see you, and without thinking, I smile.

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I watch you load each round. One, two, three. You leave a space between each in the cylinder, that way there's a chance. Slowly, you walk towards the bed, naked in the low light. I can't stop breathing quickly, like I'm about to have a panic attack. Fuck, I am having a panic attack.

"This... this is what you wished for." You say with a slow breath. "This... this is what you wanted." My hand yanks at the rope that keeps me tied to the bed post, and that act, that attempt pulls a scream out of you. A rage I didn't now you have.

You climb onto the bed, sweat dripping down your body. It's still in your hand, and I feel you press it against my chin, pulling back the hammer. "What the fuck!" I yell out, and you shake your head.

"No no no no," You moan, your hand reaching back, a cackle leaving you as you find what you want. You find me still hard. Terrified, and yet I still want you. "No baby no, you have to... you have to relax. You have to love this."

I'm shaking, gunmetal pressing into my chin as your hand angles me up, the head pressing against wet, waiting folds. "Say it." You say, looking down at me. I hesitate, and you spit down, a glob of it hitting my nose, my mouth. "Fucking say it."

"I love you..." I say, but my voice is shaky. Non-committal.

The trigger is pulled, the hammer slams down. An empty chamber. "Say it!" You scream like a demon down at me, and all I can think to do is obey.

"I love you!" I cry up at you, and you sink back, my reward is your body pressing down on me, is your moan, is my head sinking into the pillow as you start to ride me.

The gun hits the floor, your hands dig into my shoulders as you start to ride, pulling a moan out of me. As you remind me once again, and again, that this is exactly what I wished for.

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