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All He Wants is His Best Friend’s Mom — Part 6

Loving mother is shocked by the massive member of her son’s nerdy best friend!

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Eliza stood in the dimly lit dining room, feeling a sense of joy as she placed the finishing touches on the table. It was so nice to have people in the house again. The place was just too large for her and David, the lack of spark in the bedroom only making it worse.

But now, Simon was back home, and he’d even brought a friend. Adam seemed nice, if a little shy. A cute boy, but like her Simon, he tended towards the skinny side.

Maybe he just needs some good food to put some meat on his bones, she thought, then laughed at herself for thinking like a mother.

The beautiful housewife cast a final approving glance at the table. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, Eliza took a deep breath and ascended the stairs, her footsteps light against the plush carpeted steps.

Eliza’s fingers grazed the wooden surface of her son’s door, hesitating for a moment before rapping gently against it. The echo of her knuckles resounded through the hallway, and she listened as Simon’s voice called out in response, “Come in!”

Stepping into the room, Eliza found Simon hunched over his computer, deeply engrossed in an online game. His fingers danced across the controller, eyes fixed on the glowing screen as he navigated the virtual world with practiced ease.

“Simon, have you seen Adam?” Eliza asked, her voice barely audible above the cacophony of electronic sound effects that filled the air.

“Uh, I think he’s in the bathroom,” Simon replied, not tearing his gaze away from the game. “Why? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, dear.” Eliza smiled and ruffled her son’s tousled hair. “Dinner will be ready soon. Just making sure everyone’s accounted for.”

“Alright, Mom,” Simon said, nodding absentmindedly as he continued to focus on his game.

Eliza turned and stepped from Simon’s room and walked down the hall to the bathroom. A curl of steam wafted through the slightly open doorway and Eliza paused. She certainly didn’t want to walk in on him while he was in the shower!

“Adam?” she called out softly, her knuckles tapping against the door frame.

“Come on in!” Adam called and Eliza heaved a sigh of relief and opened the door.

There, standing amidst the foggy haze, was Adam, completely naked. His slender body glistened with droplets of water that clung to his skin like tiny diamonds, his damp blonde hair clinging to the curve of his neck. The sight sent a shiver down Eliza’s spine, a forbidden thrill that both excited and terrified her.

“Adam!” she stammered. “Oh, my God! Why did you… my God! I’ll just — “

She stopped as the words died in her throat. The steam swirling around the bathroom seemed to thicken, each tendril curling and weaving around Adam’s body, then clearing away like a fog as Eliza’s eyes moved downward.

She gasped in shock. There, between Adam’s slender legs, hung a monstrous appendage that defied logic and reason. It seemed impossibly large, like a thick, veiny python hanging halfway down his thigh, but twitching as if summoning the energy for a strike.

Eliza stepped backward and hit the doorframe. My God! she thought desperately. It’s huge! Its girthy length was the size of her forearm and bulbous head was an alarming shade of purple that contrasted with the pale skin of Adam’s sinewy body. A bead of pre-cum glistened expectantly at the tip, and the stay-at-home parent’s tongue involuntarily flicked out to wet her lip as she looked at.

“Like what you see?” Adam asked, his young voice sounded smug. He gave his colossal member a casual stroke, its heavy weight shifting in his grasp as he did so.

A gasp escaped Eliza’s lips, the sound sharp and cutting as it broke through the foggy haze that filled the room. Her face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and desire — two opposing forces that waged war within her trembling heart. She quickly averted her gaze, unwilling to meet Adam’s piercing stare any longer.

“Adam, I… I’m sorry,” Eliza stammered, her confusion and guilt roiling within her like a storm that threatened to capsize her very sanity.

“Sorry for what, Eliza?” Adam asked, his tone deceptively gentle. “Surely Simon’s dad has a penis.”

She shook her head. David had nothing like that… that monster!

Oh, God! David!

Her husband was just downstairs and her son, her son was just down that hall. And here she was, looking at a young boy’s cock.

No, not a boy! A naughty voice whispered in her mind. A man! ALL man!

“Adam, I…” Eliza stammered, her words trembling on the precipice of regret and longing. “I shouldn’t have… This isn’t right.” Her chest heaved with each breath, a dizzying mixture of guilt and desire swirling through her veins like a potent elixir.

“Don’t worry about it, Mrs. Walker, Adam replied, placing an emphasis on her married name. He gave her a casual smile, his eyes lingering on her flushed face, a spark of mischief dancing in his gaze. “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.”

Eliza’s face burned with embarrassment. The way he said that as if… as if she had actually meant to see him like this.

She forced her eyes upward and looked directly into Adam’s face. Her heart was hammering in her chest, but she was no longer going to let him see it.

“Right,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “Dinner is ready. You should get dressed and head downstairs before it gets cold.” The mundane reminder of their shared meal served as an anchor, grounding her in reality once more.

“Of course,” Adam agreed, his tone light and playful, as if they were discussing the weather. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

Heart pounding, Eliza stumbled back from the doorway, her body trembling with a mixture of fear, guilt, and desire. The images of his cock filled her mind and Adam’s knowing smile that seemed to know so much more than a young man should know.

She imagined what would have happened if she hadn’t summoned the courage to leave. Would he have reached for her, touched her? Kissed her? And would she, in turn, have kissed him back and maybe… maybe she would have sunk to her knees to taste that —

“Mom?”

Eliza cried out as Simon stepped out of his room. She took a step back and almost stumbled on the stairs.

“Oh, Simon!” she breathed. “Sorry! You scared me?”

“Did you find Adam?”

Eliza tried to pull her mind back from the images she had conjured in her mind. Her heart was racing and she could feel a deep, wet pull inside of her belly, a feeling so inappropriate when you’re standing in front of your son.

She realized that she hadn’t answered Simon’s question. In fact, Simon looked worried and she wondered how long she had been standing there, unable to speak.

“She found me.”

Eliza looked up, afraid that Adam might be standing in the hallway wearing nothing but beads of water dripping off his young body and his knowing smile.

Instead, Adam was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. He came up beside her son, an innocent expression on his face. He looked just like what he was, a young man, just out of boyhood, with a messy tangle of blond hair and a slight build. Nothing about him indicated the virile monster that lay waiting under those baggy shorts.

“You OK, Mrs. Walker?” Adam said and stepped forward to help her.

“No!” Eliza cried and stepped back. She stumbled on the top step but caught the railing before tumbling backward.

Simon was looking at her like she was crazy, or drunk. Strangely, she felt like she was both.

And Adam? Adam just smiled, his knowing look hidden from her son.

“I — I’m fine, boys,” she finally managed to say, offering a chuckle. “Just uh… tripped is all. You both come down for dinner, all right?”

The air seemed to thicken as Eliza brought the food in from the kitchen, her chest tightening with each step she took. Her eyes darted to Adam, who lounged in one of the dining room chairs, his confident smile and easy demeanor sending shivers down her spine. The soft glow of the dimmed lights cast shadows that danced across his face, making him look even younger.

Get a hold of yourself, Eliza! the wife and mother said to herself as she set the roast down on the table.

“This looks great, hon,” David said, drawing her attention away from the young man.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said modestly. “It’s just roast.”

“It looks amazing, Mrs. Walker,” he replied, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that left her breathless. “So much better than what we’ve been eating at college.”

Eliza’s heart fluttered in her chest at what seemed like a double meaning in the young man’s innocuous statement. A mixture of excitement and embarrassment battled for dominance within her. She turned away from Adam, busying herself with getting food on the plates, her hands shaking.

“Is everything alright, Mom?” Simon asked.

“Y-yes, dear,” Eliza stammered, forcing a weak smile onto her face. “I’m just a bit tired, that’s all.”

She couldn’t help but steal another glance at Adam, her eyes drawn to the way his fingers tapped rhythmically against his thigh, a silent reminder of how close he was to… it. What would it feel like, she wondered, to wrap her hands around that thick cock? Would she even be able to hold it with both hands?

“You’re a lucky man, Mr. Walker,” Adam’s voice punctuated her illicit thoughts and she fought to tamp down on them as Adam turned to her husband. “Your family is beautiful. You must be very proud.”

“Thank you,” David replied, grinning proudly. “I do my best to take care of them.”

“I’m sure you do,” Adam said and gave Eliza that damn, knowing smile. How could David miss this young man’s meaning? It was etched into that smile and the too mature gaze from his boyish face.

David was oblivious as he raised a bite of the succulent roast to his mouth. Eliza’s heart raced like a wild stallion as she tried to focus on the delicious meal before her. She picked up her fork, yet all she could think about was the brief, illicit sight of Adam naked in the bathroom.

“Where are your daughters?” Adam asked.

“Oh, Lily is staying with a friend for a few days. She should be back by next week.”

Adam smiled, taking in the information. Eliza was relieved that his attention had been pulled away from her as she spoke to David and Simon, her family oblivious to the emotional turmoil inside of her. She was just starting on her potatoes when Adam turned his attention back to her.

“Mrs. Walker, this roast is exquisite,” Adam said, his words sincere but his look carrying that damned double meaning. She blushed, with embarrassment sure, but underneath flickered something else. Pride that the young man had noticed her beauty.

“Thank you, dear,” she murmured, forcing a smile onto her trembling lips.

As she ate her food, she gave surreptitious glances around the table and couldn’t help but notice Adam’s confident posture and the way he seemed to command the space around him. He was so small, yet he spoke like a man.

And no wonder! With something like that between his legs? He must have enormous big dick energy!

Adam’s eyes met hers briefly, a spark of unspoken knowledge passing between them like a secret shared beneath the covers. She felt the familiar heat rise within her, and her fingers tightened around her fork, the silverware digging into her palm.

“Mom, can you pass the potatoes?” Simon asked, oblivious to her inner turmoil.

“Of course, sweetheart,” she replied, her voice quivering as she passed the bowl to her son, barely able to keep her hands steady.

As the conversations continued around her, Eliza couldn’t shake the image of Adam’s naked body, his impossibly large cock etched into her memory like a brand. She felt an uncontrollable desire welling up within her, threatening to spill over and drown her in its irresistible pull.

“Eliza?” David’s voice broke through her reverie once again, his hand reaching out hesitantly to touch her arm. “You seem…distracted.”

Oh shit! Say something! Say something!

Eliza stilled her heart and forced a wide smile to her face. She reached out and gripped David’s hand, feeling his warm presence under her trembling fingers.

“I’m fine, dear.” Her eyes skirted past Adam and landed on Simon, pushing down the explicit thoughts in her mind. “I’m just glad my boy is home.”

Adam watched the display of a loving family coming together for the holiday and Eliza could have sworn that she saw an icy look pass across his boyish features. The smile was still there, but that smile no longer met his eyes.

Eliza felt a sudden chill and suppressed a tremor that threatened to give away her thoughts.

Enough! She told herself. You are imagining things. There is no way he wants you. You’re old enough to be his mother!

The stern thoughts made her feel better and she sat a bit straighter, the chill gone. She’d seen Adam naked, so what? It meant nothing. She was married with two grown children. Thinking about the naked body of a boy her son’s age was just sick.

Besides, with his energy and the monstrous weapon Adam was packing in his pants, he could be with a much younger woman.

Why would he want a mature, loving wife and mother?

It was ridiculous.

The heartwarming tale continues!

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