Chapter 6 - My Friends Milf Mom

“Come on man, who was she, you can tell me,” Kiba goaded, filling my drink from the bottle in his hands. I couldn’t help an accomplished grin, but still, I kept my word.


“I promised I wouldn’t man, no,” I reluctantly replied, taking a deep drink as he topped off his own cup. Living above a restaurant could get pretty fucking noisy, and Kiba was kind enough to host me pretty much whenever I asked. The only downside was his deep love of cheap rum and his insistence that I drink it with him. Well, downside. 

“Well is she hot? You gotta tell me that much,” he continued prodding, words already slurred slightly.

“Yes, Kiba, she’s extremely hot,” I said patronizingly, jerking slightly as the humph that rang out from behind me. Tsume walked through the kitchen, a look of mild disapproval on her face. “Hey Ms. Inuzaka, we were just talking about you!” I joked. 

That pulled her lips up slightly. 

It looked like she’d just gotten home from work, her clothes were frazzled and she smelled the slightest bit like a wet dog. Didn’t mean I was wrong though. Or that I would have been wrong if I’d actually declared her ‘extremely hot’ just now. It looked like she’d already taken her bra off, and the sweats she wore hugged her ass delightfully. 

“Dude,” Kiba whispered in a dead-serious tone. I turned back around in my chair, facing him. It was for the best, probably kept me from getting caught eye fucking that ass, seeing as she immediately turned to talk to him.

“Kiba, why the hell is my package still by the stairs?” she growled.

“Oh shit that’s right, I’ll carry it up tomorrow, no worries,”

“Uh, I would like to use my new nightstand, carry it up now. I swear if your gonna live here rent-free you could at least do your damn chores,” 

“Mom, come on I just forgot, and I’m drunk, I’ll get it tomorrow,”

“I bet I can get it,” I offered dryly, looking at my friend. They loved each other I knew, but they could get into spats that weren’t fun to witness. Besides Tsume was right and Kiba was being a little shit. Growing up without parents that kind of stuff could really rub me the wrong way.

“Get it then,” he sneered back mockingly, pulling his drink back up to his mouth. 

Tsume interjected half-heartedly when I stood up and sucked in a quick gasp when I lifted the thing, but it got up the stairs of their cozy little house without much trouble. It was hard don’t get me wrong, just mean I got it up without ever worrying about dropping it, or slipping and breaking my neck, yeah no I had sweat coming down hard from the fifteen odd seconds of exertion.

The fuck was this nightstand made out of, real cast iron?

A hand on my back brought my head up. I’d been hunching over the thing,  having plopped it down at the top of the stairs. 

“Just need a minute,” I assured between breaths, giving a smile to add credibility to my words. 

“Just push it the rest of the way, okay?” she asked, still clearly concerned. We weren’t especially close, but I’d known Kiba since grade school and saw his family fairly frequently. Pretty sure she thought me a good influence on him, sure as hell was hard for him to use ‘no dad’ as an excuse for being shitty when the orphan hung out with him. I doubt that was ever a conscious thought, but still.

After a half minute or so I pushed it the rest of the way, earning a thankful grin from my actual host. 

“Fuck… I need a shower,” I said, pulling myself upright, after my long shove down the hall. 
She laughed.

“Me too,” she agreed, seeming suddenly embarrassed as she sniffed her shirt. 

“You know we could save water if we showered together,” I teased, leaning on the fucking crate I’d just moved. She scoffed. 

“Boy you really are just all flattery when your drunk aren’t you?” she said, raising a skeptical eyebrow. My turn to laugh. We were both still smiling when I threw out my offer.

“Seriously though, if you ever gain the ability to think of me like that, you let me know. It’d make my whole year,” I added enthusiastically. Her smile fell. Then it returned, smaller and… annoyed almost?

“Boy, you really are drunk, huh?”

“I only had three shots full,” I shot back, stealing her smile again, though this time widening her eyes. “Maybe I’m just ‘intoxicated by your beauty,” I said overdramatically, holding still and continuing to stare at her. She scoffed skeptically.

“Okay, fine then, follow me into the shower,” she dared. Turning around and taking her shirt off as she walked off. My cock went rock hard in an instant. How fucking long had I squandered the ability to do this? This specifically, I was welcome to shower with Tsume? My first milf crush? The feisty mama bear who would bring us our fucking snacks when I stayed the night as a kid?

I practically dashed after her. I don’t think the shower pane door even closed before I was in after her. 

She was just leaning there against the wall, looking at me, her brow was raised and her arms were crossed, but not covering anything. My jaw literately dropped as I admired those perfect sopping wet breasts. It took real effort to look up at her face, in light of that I put a hand on the wall and came closer, lessening my temptation and putting my nose an inch from hers. 

She gave no reaction.

She looked so different with her poofy hair all wet, almost like her daughter. Well, if her daughter was a bit more…shapely down there. 

“Am I allowed to touch you too? Kiss you?” I inquired, she gave an unenthused shrug.

“I guess,”

Despite this cold demeanor, she matched my enthusiasm every bit when I actually put my mouth to hers. It was a genuine and very welcome surprise. In an instant, we were attacking each other's mouths with utmost passion. Our wet kisses smacked and echoed against the small sterile room. Restraint was a damn dream here, both hands went straight to her perfect, round ass. Digging into the soft flesh and groaning like a man in love. 

This was the best ass. This was without a doubt the best of every ass I’d had the privilege of squeezing.

I pulled my mouth away and told her so. It was all I could do to hold in a cheer when she gave a soft blush. Another lengthy peck.

“I didn’t know moms could blush,” I teased. Feeling utterly victorious as I felt her cheek heat up against mine. “I wanna see how red you can get,” I kneeled down to the floor and put my face to her cooch. She let out a throaty groan as I began eating her out.

“Mom? What the fuck are you okay?” A disoriented voice came through.

“Yes dear, warm water just feels very nice,” she tugged at my head to emphasize the very. Still, she kept her noises of pleasure limited in volume. I thought about stopping, but only for about two seconds.

“Where’d Naruto go?”

“How the hell should I know?” she bit out, so aggressively I’d almost believe she forgot who I was.  “Dammit Kiba I don’t care if your friend bailed on you, it was a long day and I want to relax,” she continued.

A few mumbled words I couldn’t make out were the only response. Also the sound of him walking away, I think. At least 80% sure he was gone I redoubled my efforts, attacking her pussy like a plate of raw honey. She grinded on my face, and before long she groaned out an orgasm, one hand white-knuckling the interior shower rack to stay standing. 
Wanting to experiment, and desperately wanting this to not be a one-time thing, I did not slow down.

“Oh fuck kid I came, stop,”

I kissed her snatch.

“I want to make you cum again,” I explained simply, returning to my work with a chipper moan. She seemed to have no complaints, going right back to humping my face, with just a little less force and grace to her thrusts. When the hand in my hair really started to hurt, I pulled back, too hyped and excited to pay any mind to the swear words she let out. Until she yelled a little louder as I yanked her down to my level.

Laying her on her back in the cramped interior was a little challenging, but more than a little erotic, with the way our bodies smooshed together.

“Can I put it in?” I asked eagerly.

“Y-Yeah go ahead,” she instantly agreed, hands pulling my face down into hers. She wasn’t giving much to the kiss anymore, I think she just wanted to silence her groans, she actually became just a bit louder after our mouths came together, all things combined. 

Of course, I was far too enthralled with her wonderful, soft cavern to pay this mind until much later. The small bathtub that made up the bottom half of their shower echoed with the sounds of our mutual pleasure. We were so wonderfully close, whether we liked it or not. When she yanked her head back and bit me, hard, harder than I’d fucking have liked, I knew she was coming. 

No way in hell I was lasting long enough for another round, so I joined her, emptying my load as her sopping pussy contracted wonderfully around me.

Once more the only sound in the room was the wet smacking of our lips and the blasting shower rod above. Feeling quite accomplished, it hit a little hard when she pulled back, stared at the ceiling, and groaned out her next words.

“Oh god I can’t believe I just did that,”

I kissed her shoulder.

“Well it was a dream come true for me, you were goddamn amazing,” I assured. She sighed at that, then plopped a hand on my back to pat me encouragingly. “Oh wow… So uh, how the hell am I gonna sneak out of here?” I asked casually.
 
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