Chapter 1: Introduction
It was late at the Lesinki household. Jenn was working on laundry as she often did at that point of the day.
Her husband was out for the weekend with some friends, as usual, and Stu, her 18-year-old son, had just gotten home half an hour earlier. A few tell-tale signs noted his arrival: the front door gently clicking shut, the distant noise of the shower running, and the fridge door creaking open then shut.
"Mom!" Stu hollered downstairs.
"Can you throw me a towel?"
Jenn sighed, putting down the pair of socks she was folding. She knew Stu hated being the last one in the shower because it meant using the old ratty towels at the bottom of the linen closet. "Coming up!" she replied, grabbing the least grody one from the stack.
As she climbed the stairs, she pondered the peculiarity of parenting teenage boys - this strange transition between childhood and adulthood.
A son who, yesterday, still needed help wiping off after a shower, now stood two feet taller than his mother and asked for a towel while in the middle of rinsing soap from his body.
She reached his door just as it swung open, and her thoughts morphed into astonishment. Stu's slim yet atheletic physique caught her by surprise; he filled out rather nicely given that he was only 18. But one particular part of him stood out.
Way out.
Jenn blinked, jaw dropping slightly. Certainly, she was known for being a bit clueless and oblivious from time to time, but there was no way she could miss something like that. This wasn't something she could just overlook or blame on a lack of coffee.
Stu, unaware of his mom's predicament, went on with casual chatter: "Hey, Mom, thank you for the towel. I guess I'm just growing fast like you always said." He absent-mindedly started to dry himself off.
As she stood there, dumbfounded, Jenn couldn't help but think that motherhood was laced with all these unexpected moments. She blinked hard to dispel the image of what she just saw and stammered a hesitant "y-you're welcome," before rushing back downstairs.
Her mind raced as she tried to process the development. She knew that boys her son's age went through changes, but this was something else altogether. Her thoughts meandered to all sorts of places, veering between silliness and fear, amusement and seriousness.
Although she was surprised and unsettled, it wasn't all negative. There was something bewilderingly attractive about Stu's transformation. Jenn shook her head, slightly alarmed.
She couldn't believe what she had seen in the bathroom just moments ago.
"What's gotten into you, girl?" she murmured to herself as she nervously smoothed out the fabric of the towel she still clutched in her hands.
Meanwhile, Stu, blissfully unaware of his mother's dilemma, continued to dry off and head towards his bedroom to get ready for the evening. He leaned into the hallway to poke his head around his half-opened doorway and asked, "Oh, hey Mom! I'm going out tonight with the guys.
You good being alone for a bit?" Stu's words snapped Jenn back to reality.
"Yeah, of course. I'll just be here, doing mom stuff," Jenn replied, shaking off her earlier intruding thoughts. "Would you mind if Susan dropped by tomorrow morning? It's mean awhile since we caught up."
Despite this being a visit she had just planned in her head seconds before, she was certain that her friend would accept her invitation.
Susan always did appreciate an opportunity to share a good laugh and cup of coffee with her long-time mischief buddy, Jenn.
As Stu stepped out of his room, now fully dressed, Jenn had to fight off the urge to glance down below. The mental image from only minutes before lingered in her mind like a stubborn itch under the surface of her skin.
Jenn took a deep breath, reminding herself that her son was now an adult—well, almost—and she needed to treat him as such.
Stu's athletic build was more noticeable when he walked around the house without a shirt on, showcasing his well-defined muscles and strong shoulders. His dark brown hair framed his face, which was still cute and cherubic despite the rest of him.
With a final check of his hair, Stu said his goodbyes with a kiss on Jenn's cheek. He left his mom standing by the stairs, feeling both confusion and unmistakable curiosity building up inside of her.
With her son finally out the door, Jenn picked up the phone and dialed Susan.
"Hey, it's me. Are you free for breakfast tomorrow?" she asked.
Susan responded with excitement, little did she know she was in for more than just a regular catch-up with her best friend. Jenn hesitated for a second, "You remember how I was telling you about Stu growing up so fast lately?" she queried, still tiptoeing around the subject.
"Sure do. It's crazy how time flies, he just keeps maturing right before our eyes." Susan affirmed in her characteristic warm and bubbly tone.
She always possessed a sunny disposition like that, never failing to see the bright side of any situation.
Jenn chuckled softly. "You have no idea," she echoed, pushing aside a nagging sense of guilt and anxiety. Her son's transformation was undeniably bewildering, and, yes, she was feeling rather intrigued. What kind of man was he becoming?
But it wouldn't do to delve into those thoughts too deeply quite yet.
Jenn had always been fiercely loyal as a friend and mother, and she knew she needed to tread with caution.
After hanging up with Susan, she stared blankly at the familiar wall filled with family photos. Her gaze lingered on a picture of Stu, aged five, solemnly blowing out candles on his birthday cake.
Jenn sighed wistfully as she recalled the gentleness of the young boy he used to be: soft-spoken, empathetic even at such a tender age, quick to share toys or snacks with other kids.
The picture next to that one featured her best friend Susan, donning an outrageous costume during a Mardi Gras-themed party from their college years. The stark contrast between Stu and Susan's images reflected the two worlds that collided in Jenn's life: carefree youth and the weight of parenthood.
How could Jenn not have noticed the changes in Stu before? She mused. These thoughts continued to dance through her head that night as she finally got to sleep.
Morning came, and so did the sunlight that streamed into her room. Jenn awoke, slightly disoriented due to the whirlwind of thoughts ricocheting in her mind.
Sunlight glistened through half-closed curtains, casting streaks of light onto her unmade bed. Groggily sitting up, she couldn't shake the peculiar thoughts that had taken position in her brain.
"Perhaps the coffee can help me focus on something else," she muttered to herself while sliding out of bed. But her previous evening's experience hung like a heavy fog in the early morning air.
In the kitchen, she brewed the coffee and thought about how the steaming brew could jolt her back into reality. She quickly showered and got ready for her friend's inevitable arrival.
And sure enough, just as she settled down to wait for Susan, the door bell rang.
Jenn could hear the chimes traveling through the hallways and settling like a comforting reminder of friendly company.
With that familiarity, she hastily shook off any lingering remnants of her bizarre thoughts. She went to open the door and welcome Susan with a warm hug, and in typical Susan fashion, she strode in with laughter bubbling from her lips.
"You always manage to make an entrance," Jenn teased her friend gently, trying to control her imagination once again.
Susan responded with a mischievous grin and replied, "That's why you love me." She was a strikingly attractive woman in her early 40s, with an athletic build, auburn hair that cascaded down her shoulders in loose curls, and bright green eyes that radiated warmth. "Besides, I wouldn't want to keep you in suspense for too long."
Jenn led Susan into the living room, where the morning light danced through the windows, casting a warm glow over the worn furniture and stacks of books. They settled into their favorite spots, a cozy corner of the couch draped with a crocheted blanket.
Susan took a sip of her coffee and eyed Jenn quizzically. "Now, tell me straight, what was so urgent that you needed my precious company?" They shared a laughter-filled moment, reminiscent of good old times before the gravity of parenthood took over Jenn's life.
Jenn tried to find her words and hesitated before giving a half-smile. She knew there was no easy way to tell her friend what had transpired, but she didn't want to create an atmosphere of secrecy and discomfort between them.
After all, she was looking forward to a morning of candid conversation and innocent girl talk.
Jenn started carefully: "So, you remember when I mentioned Stu growing up fast?" Pausing for a moment, she took a deep breath. "Well, it turns out I speak the truth quite literally." She tried to sound off-handed about it, but despite her attempts at lightness, the tension in her voice was palpable.
Susan's initial cheerfulness seemed to dissipate into the air as Jenn's words hung loosely between them.
She cocked her head, trying to read her friend's expression before posing a hesitant question: "What do you mean by that, Jenn?"
Jenn swallowed hard, weighing how best to share this unexpected revelation. She decided to dive straight in, all while striving to maintain an air of nonchalance.
"I am still in a bit of a daze as to what happened, last night Stu was in the shower and I popped my head in to give him a towel, okay?" Susan nodded in response. "Well, it turns out sometimes, surprise comes in all shapes and sizes; Stu's size being an apparent outlier compared to his peers." She raised her eyebrows, measuring her friend's reaction.
Caught slightly off guard, Susan blinked a few times before bursting out with laughter. The sound bounced around the living room at full volume.
Susan's laughter not only had a way of filling up any space but also breaking tension. "Ah, I see," she finally managed to say. "So, our little Stu isn't so little anymore." Her smile broadened as she considered the change in her godson. "But you've got to tell me: how big are we talking?" Susan asked in between giggles. Jenn couldn't help but join her friend; the situation was so absurd that it bordered on the absurdly hilarious.
"Oh, I don't know," Jenn replied. "It's not like I had a measure tap on me or anything." Jenn retorted, her chuckle subsiding.
"Come on Jenn," said Susan. "At least give me an idea." She eyed a plie of cucumbers that Jenn had left out on the kitchen counter to make that evenings salad. She walked over to it and
picked a decently sized one up, holding it out as if assessing its merit.
"Do you think it's about this size?" Susan asked with a mischievous smirk.
Jenn studied the cucumber. "Oh, a bit larger, I suppose," she mused, her earlier mirth subsiding now that they were seriously considering the size of Stu's new attribute.
Susan picked up a slightly larger one.
"How about this one?"
"No," Jenn said beginning to grow more uncomfortable, "bigger."
Susan then picked out the biggest cucumber in the batch and held it up. It must have been over 9 inches long and had a heft girth. "It can't be this big, can it?" She asked her friend.
With a lascivious grin on her face, the energy between the two women crackled. Jenn couldn't remember the last time she and Susan had indulged in such dirty-minded banter, but it felt liberating and tantalizingly forbidden with each chuckle that escaped her lips.
"Susan, I can't believe we're reducing my son to being compared to produce!" Despite her disapproval, Jenn dissolved into laughter once more, allowing herself to enjoy this moment of camaraderie with her friend.
"Okay, okay," she said after catching her breath. "It's bigger than that one, but I don't think we should go any further."
Susan eyebrow raised further then her friend had ever seen it go up.
"Bigger than this one?" Her tone grew more serious but no less interested. "He could do a lot of damage with something like that." She held the cucumber up towards her face as if see was staring down the real thing.
With a low whistle, Susan admitted, "Wow. That sounds impressive."
Jenn could hardly mask her nervousness. She wanted to redirect the conversation, steer it towards neutral territory - anything that would take the focus off her son.
"I can't believe you have raised such a specimen." Susan shook her head in disbelief. "Imagine what all those girls at school must think when they actually get to see it."
Jenn winced inwardly, finding it disconcerting to think about her son in such terms, even if just hypothetically.
"Well, Stu's had a pretty rough time so far in high school," she observed in a more somber tone. "Being both smaller and shyer than his peers has sometimes made things difficult for him. Fortunately, it seems he may have outgrown that now."
Susan nodded sympathetically. "He certainly seems to. Maybe he just a little help with learning how to talk to girls." Jenn shrugged. "I don't think it's that simple, really. He was still shy and withdrawn even before this - uh - growth spurt occurred. I don't want to push him too hard."
"I wouldn't mind if he "pushed me hard."" Susan quipped.
Jenn raised her eyebrows at her friend-partly amused and partly scandalized. Despite their joking, she couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort, bringing forth the ever-present questions surrounding how Stu would soon navigate this new phase of his life.
"I'm beginning to regret telling you about this." Jenn sighed, "We really shouldn't be discussing my son that way." The atmosphere in the room took on a brief chill, momentarily dampening the banter. Deep down, Susan wanted to be respectful of her friend's feelings. She knew there was a fine line between good-natured ribbing and downright inappropriateness. But at the same time she wanted that huge honking king-sized young dick.
It stirred something in her she had long thought dead and buried under years of responsibility. Now, new feelings had been awakened; images replaying in her head like a salacious schoolgirl's fantasy.
"I suppose it is natural to be curious." Jenn conceded at last. She ran a hand through her golden locks and tried to snap herself out of this unexpected reverie.
Susan nodded, before saying, "Well I think being aware can make him safer, too - knowing how to use protection, controlling his strength..." Her voice trailed off suggestively.
Jenn looked at her friend, trying to gauge the intent behind Susan's words. Yes, it would be wise to arm Stu with the knowledge required to navigate potentially sexual situations, but this notion pushed them down a path of new questions and implications. She sincerely wondered were her friend was going with this.
Before Jenn could voice her concern, however, Susan cut in and continued.
"At the very least, he should have a basic idea of what he's working with." Susan paused, her eyes sparkling as she reveled in their newfound maturity. With playful smirks on their faces, they pondered possible lessons or anecdotes to share with Stu.
Jenn took a moment to collect her thoughts and regain her composure in this seemingly familiar yet completely new situation. Clearing her throat, she responded cautiously: "Susan are you suggesting-"
But Susan cut her off.
"No, no. I'm just saying let's give him some tools to deal with what he has." She picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip, never once wavering her gaze.
Jenn believed her friend; it was irrational to think otherwise after years of unwavering trust and support. The gravity of this new phase in her family's life was slowly sinking in. Being aware of Stu's situation allowed them to equip him better for any eventuality, whether romantic or merely anatomical.
"Okay, yes." Admitted Susan, "I thought about it for a second there. But don't worry, I know it would be way too weird."
Jenn let out a sigh, knowing full well how complicated things could get with her son's newfound status in her friend's eyes. She knew how much more promiscuous Susan had been than her in her youth and she sensed that side had never really left. Rather, she suspected, that it was hibernating and waiting for just the right opportunity to to awaken and go on a slutty rampage.
But surely, she'd never let it come to that.
As women of a certain age, they had an understanding of things left unsaid between them, but this time around, they found themselves on uncertain and shaky grounds. The two friends knew they needed to tread carefully to maintain their relationship.
Jenn didn't want to be to judgmental or suspicious of her friend; Susan didn't want to fan the flames of her barely contained desires for someone who was practically like family. They shared a knowing glance and Jennifer took a long pause.
Then suddenly, as if summoned by the silence, Stu walked down from his typical Saturday morning late slumber. He was wearing nothing but boxers and an oversized t-shirt that hung past his waiste.
The morning sunlight poured in from the kitchen, silhouetting him momentarily as he scratched his head and started patting down the tousled hair.
"Morning," he greeted, still somewhat groggy from sleep. He had yet to notice that his mother's best friend was also present at such an early hour.
Susan's breath hitched as she caught sight of him. True to his mother's description, Stu had developed remarkably well over the past several months.
His shoulders had widened with a distinct muscular presence, and his slim waist emphasized his youthful vitality. The unassuming boxers he wore bore the heavy responsibility of containing an unmistakable bulge—clear evidence of the new development which might begin to turn the tables in his social life.
Susan's widened eyes betrayed her thoughts, and Jenn arched an eyebrow, attempting to keep her expression neutral. Susan, however, couldn't keep it together for long, a playful smile spreading across her face.
"Good morning, handsome," she said alerting Stu to her presence.
Stu glanced over, immediately registering Susan in their living room. A flush rose to his cheeks as he mumbled his greeting, swiftly trying to conceal his semi-erect state.
Susan's smile grew wider at the sight of his embarrassment. She knew it wouldn't take long for Stu to realize the implications of his changes. But she also knew that this was new territory for them all, and everyone would have to navigate it carefully - particularly if they hoped to maintain their casual, familial dynamic.
"Uh, good morning Susan," Stu greeted back. "Sorry I forgot you'd be here."
Stu's voice cracked slightly as he spoke.
Jenn's eyes remained locked on her son. She couldn't help but notice how his adolescent features had been replaced with blossoming masculinity. This boy who she had cared for and nurtured, who she had bathed and clothed, now stood before her as a tall, handsome young man. It felt as though a veil had been lifted from her eyes, revealing the passage of time that had flown by unnoticed.
Susan smiled at him knowingly.
"No need to apologize, Stu.
I'm just here for a quick coffee with your mother," Susan said, still eyeing him up and down. She couldn't help but appreciate the sight before her. Her gaze didn't go unnoticed by Jenn, who found herself feeling slightly uneasy.
"Um, Susan, why are you holding that cucumber?" Stu asked, indicated to the vegetable that she neglected to put down during the earlier conversation about his dick size.
A slight awkwardness crept into the living room, as all three of them became aware of the strange vibe coloring the air.
" Ah, just checking to see if it still fits," Susan said unabashedly, breaking the ice with her signature brand of awkward charm. The ripple of laughter that followed had a tinge of release and relaxation—they were back to joking around.
Jenn refocused her attention on a now slightly bashful Stu.
She couldn't help but notice his discomfort and recalled her own awkwardness during puberty.
"Stu, dear, let me make you some breakfast," Jenn suggested, the gentle tone in her voice instantly reminding Stu that she would always be there to nurture him, even if he was growing older.
He nodded and moved towards the kitchen table, while Susan continued to eye him appreciatively. The sight of the two adults watching his every move made Stu feel even more uncomfortable than before.
His mother, though loving and supportive, had never hesitated to tease him over the years. And Susan, his godmother of sorts, had always made her affection for him clear through unsolicited advice about women and relationships.
As his mother got up and walked to the fridge to grab some eggs, Stu sat down and took her place across from Susan at the table.
She casually examined her godson, with a glint in her eyes that spoke volumes about her current thoughts.
All the while, Jenn felt a creeping sense of discomfort and unease developing between the two. It was true that she and Susan had always been honest with each other, but this time they had ventured beyond friendly banter and into highly uncharted territory.
"So Stu," Susan began to ask, "meet any cute girls at school?" She could hardly mask the blatant tone of curiosity in her voice as she eyed him with an intensity that felt like a direct violation of his personal space—as if she were already X-raying him to confirm his size.
Stu, though conscious of the attention, shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "No one special. We mostly hang out in groups."
Susan responded playfully, "Ah, playing hard huh? I bet you're beating them off with a stick." Susan's remark hung in the air, a clear indication of the direction she hoped this conversation would take.
Jenn glanced at her son, trying to gauge his level of discomfort. "Susan!" She admonished gently, hoping to deter her friend from leading Stu down what could be a very awkward line of questioning.
"What?" Susan feigned innocence, grinning mischievously. "I'm just asking if there are any ladies who have caught his eye." She winked at Jenn and took another sip of her coffee, eyes never leaving Stu.
"You never know. Maybe he's met someone, and they just haven't shared it yet."
Stu became more flustered at the thought of being questioned about something so private. And Jenn, sensing his discomfort, felt an urgent need to remove her friend from this situation. There were clearly some boundaries she hadn't considered.
"Well, Susan," Jenn interjected as she she started frying up the eggs, "Perhaps we should let Stu enjoy his breakfast in peace.
I have a feeling questions about his romantic life might send him running back to his room."
Jenn could see the faint hint of blush creeping across Stu's cheeks, reminding her once more that despite their recent discovery, he was still an 18-year-old boy facing a whole new world of challenges, embarrassments and experiences. Whether related to physique or love life, Jenn knew her son needed his space and time to come to terms with these developments before engaging in more explicit conversations.
"You're probably right," Susan said. "Besides, he's probably not interested in those little girls at his school anyways
." Her words danced around the room, almost as if she was giving Jenn and Stu permission to explore other options.
As Jenn served breakfast to her son, the aroma of eggs and toast swirling through the kitchen, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions: on one hand, worry for what challenges Stu might have to face; on the other, an eerie fascination for the changes he had gone through. She wondered how his unique situation could alter the course of a usually mundane adolescence, awakening an unfamiliar sense of adventure.
Susan, in turn, continued weighing the implications of this news by focusing on the physical aspect— something that made her feel young and wild once again.
This was fuel her friend would not let go to waste. Jennifer, on the other hand, silently grappled with the protective maternal instincts telling her to keep her son from these new and stormy seas that he needed to navigate.
"How are those eggs sweetie," she asked her son.
"Good, mum," he replied finishing off the rest in two large bites. Stu turned to Susan and added, "Gotta admit, I've never really thought about girls at school that way." The confession tumbled out of him like a secret no longer worth keeping; his youthful naivety evident despite his attempts to mask it.
A knowing smile spread across Susan's face and her eyes softly shifted to Jenn.
Stu's admittance opened the door to what she knew would be a deliciously racy conversation, and her mind started churning with bold suggestions.
Susan leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table and looked directly at Stu. "Why's that Stu," she began with a glimmer in her eyes, "Do you by chance prefer older women?" She winked a playful wink at Stu.
If she could have gotten away with it, Susan would have nudged him with a sly elbow to punctuate her question. At the sight of their matching smirks, Jenn felt another prickle of discomfort. She had hoped the maturity that came with adulthood would ground her friend's overzealous passion for entangling herself in sticky romantic encounters. But here they were again, her best friend dangling a tantalizing challenge in front of her son.
Jennifer glanced at Stu whose eyes had gone wide with shock and embarrassment.
"Oh Susan, don't be ridiculous." She chastised her friend, trying to hide the fact that she knew what lay behind that question.
Stu
, looking between the two women, felt his cheeks grow warm. He gulped down some orange juice to buy himself time to come up with a response that wouldn't further fuel Susan's innuendos.
Clearing his throat, he chose to answer with blunt honesty. "No, not older women specifically."
He saw Jennifer's lips twitch slightly upward into a half-smile—one that conveyed pride at her son's thoughtful response.
Susan, however, appeared unsatisfied and pushed further. "But aren't you curious?
I mean, I know you're shy and all, but this new development could really work in your favor." Susan sipped her coffee with a playful grin, her eyes never leaving Stu.
Jenn felt her protective instincts kick in even more. The matrimonial home they occupied was supposed to be a safe space for her son to grow and explore various aspects of his life; a place where he would not have to deal with suggestive comments or innuendos from adults. But as the conversation continued, she could feel that warmth slowly being replaced with a sense of discomfort and unease.
She’d always trusted Susan implicitly; she had, after all, been Jenn’s closest friend since college. But now, faced with the sudden intensity of Susan’s curiosity and the unexpected ways it was being expressed, Jenn couldn’t help but feel a little uncertain.
Meanwhile, Stu found himself growing increasingly red-faced at the turn the conversation had taken. He knew he was no longer the skinny kid who had difficulty standing up to bullies; those days were long gone now.
Yet, he wasn't sure if he was ready to embrace, not to mention discuss, the new attributes that had become a source of curiosity and speculation.
Jenn interjected before Susan could continuing her line of questioning. "Stu, didn't you say you and your friends were going to catch a movie today?" She offered a warm smile, trying to change the topic and steer the conversation into calmer waters.
Stu seemed grateful for his mother's intervention, taking a moment to collect himself. He offered a relieved expression as he replied, "Yeah, but a bunch of guys canceled so I'm not sure if I still want to go."
Susan appeared slightly disappointed but said, "That's too bad." A challenging look flashed in her eyes, and she hesitated briefly before asking, "What if I were to join you guys? We could go as a group. Wouldn't that be fun?"
Jenn groaned inwardly and tried once more to shift focus elsewhere. "Yes, but I think it be great for Stu to have spemd some time with just his friends around so he doesn't return home too early," Jenn suggested subtly hinting at Susan to back off a little bit.
Susan, however, was not one to be easily deterred. She looked at Stu and smirked. "Ah, well what if I promise to keep my distance?" she said with a glint in her eye. "I don't want to be a third wheel on your outing but maybe we could plan something soon - the four of us, here at your place?"
Jenn shot Susan an annoyed glance as she loaded the dishwasher. But suddenly, Jenn's phone rang!
It was her office. Her heart sank as she looked at the screen. The weekend had barely started and she knew it wasn't good news.
"Hello, Jennifer speaking," she answered with a professional tone, trying to mask her disappointment about having to cut her precious time short with Susan and Stu.
The voice on the other end was stern and all business. "Jennifer, we have an emergency situation at the office. The CEO's personal files have been hacked, and we need you in immediately."
Jenn sighed, knowing that work emergencies were part of her job as the IT manager, but wishing they didn't always seem to happen at the most inconvenient times.
"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can," Jenn reluctantly agreed, already starting to calculate how quickly she could wrap things up at home before heading into work.
She cast a rueful glance towards Stu and Susan, sensing that their conversation was about to pick up right where it left off.
"Listen Susan," Jenn spoke in a brisk tone, "I need to go deal with this situation at the office. I hate to leave things like this but-"
Susan interrupted her, waving a dismissive hand.
"Go, go! We'll be fine here." She gave Jenn a reassuring smile, even though her eyes gleamed with curiosity.
Jenn sighed, knowing that her friend was more than capable of handling herself in most situations. Still, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, compounded by the complicated dynamics now swirling around Stu and Susan’s unexpected relationship.
As Jenn quickly gathered her things to leave for work, she glanced at the pair one last time.
"Susan," she said to her friend in tone that was a dead serious, "please promise me you don't do anything crazy while I'm gone." She knew she couldn't forbid Susan from interacting with Stu, but she at least wanted her reassurance.
Susan feigned innocence to lighten the moment, saying, "Me? I always act like a perfect lady!" She emphasized the word 'lady', delivering it in an overly sophisticated accent that inspired anything but confidence.
Jenn shook her head, feeling slightly guilty about second-guessing Susan. But as the anxiety about her work emergency began to settle in, any lingering doubts were cast aside by her responsibility to her job and family.
"Same to you too Stu, be a good boy while I'm gone."
Stu turned to her incredulous. "I'm not a kid anymore mom," he said. "You don't have be so worried about me all the time." Stu huffed, rolling his eyes playfully. "I can take care of myself."
Jenn chuckled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Alright, I'm off. Love you both!" She called out to them as she grabbed her work bag and keys, heading to the door. Before stepping out, she turned around one last time to glance at them both—the woman who now knew her son's secret all too well and the boy who was growing more into a man with a surprising sexual attribute that would change everything.
The warmth of their love and friendship was palpable in the air, but a shiver of anxiety ran down Jenn's spine as she thought about leaving the two of them alone.
And yet, she couldn't deny that having a trustworthy friend like Susan around provided some comfort. Her friend had always been sincere and discrete with her secrets and would most likely act the same with this one. Still, suspicion lingered in Jenn's mind, gnawing at the edge of her thoughts as she pondered about the potentially complicated dynamics between them.
Her car pulled out of the driveway, leaving Susan and Stu in the stillness of the early morning light.
The two exchanged a fleeting look, registering the absence of the woman who had always been their common denominator. Susan savored this opportunity to bond with Stu on a deeper level while Jenn took care of her professional responsibilities at work.
Susan leaned back in her chair and crossed one leg over another.
She waited for Jenn's car to pull out of the driveway, signaling her departure for work. With a sly smile, she turned towards Stu and said, "Well, kiddo, it looks like we've got some time to ourselves now."
Stu's face reddened at his mother's friend's blatant statement. "Um, I guess so," he stammered nervously, subconsciously adjusting his boxers to hide the growing bulge - the very reason they were in such an awkward situation in the first place.
He had always thought of his mom's friend as pretty.
But Susan wearing just a hint of makeup and clad in a modest top and form-fitting jean shorts, gave her an air of sophistication that he couldn't put his finger on before. His gaze naturally drifted to the slight cleavage that her top revealed, but he then glanced away awkwardly.
Stu felt his flustered thoughts scramble for something to say to his mom's best friend, who was now so clearly checking him out.
Susan smirked at his embarrassment before saying, "Come on, loosen up a bit! I'm just kidding around." She hesitated for a moment, trying to gauge if he was ready to proceed with the conversation that had become a source of awkwardness in the room. Her playful tone melted into a more sincere one as she continued, "So really, tell me about yourself.
What do you like to do for fun? How is your senior year going?"
Stu eased into the conversation, grateful for the shift away from any sexual undertones. He prattled on about his love for basketball and how much he relished the camaraderie of being part of a team, as well as his struggles in physics class.
Susan listened intently, making sure to maintain eye contact and nodding along with genuine interest. As she listened, she felt her attraction towards him grow—there was just something so alluring about a young man discovering himself.
The thought of being part of that discovery ignited a fire inside her, and she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be with Stu.
Susan smirked mischievously as she leaned in towards the young boy. "What about girls, Stu?" She asked suggestively.
He tensed up at her words, his body momentarily seizing before regaining its natural composure. "Uh, what do you mean?" He stammered nervously.
"You know exactly what I mean." She said wickedly. "I can understand not wanting to talk about this around you're mom, but you can be honest with me. Have you ever slept with a woman before, Stu?"
He gulped hard, turning even redder than before as he shook his head. "No, not yet." He whispered.
His eyes darted around nervously, searching for an escape route. But there was none.
He was trapped in this uncomfortable, titillating conversation with his mom's best friend. It felt wrong, sinful almost, to be discussing this with someone so much older than him. But there was also a part of him that tingled with excitement at the possibility of crossing that final frontier, venturing into realms he had only just begun to experience in his solitary moments. And worst of all it was starting to get his dick hard. Really hard.
The growing bulge in his lounge pants had developed an unexpected mind of its own around Susan, giving away the sudden rush of hormones that flooded his teenage psyche.
Stu shifted uncomfortably, wanting—no, pleading—for this conversation to return to the safe confines of innocuous teenage topics. Yet, he found himself fascinated with this new scenario; it was as if his naiveté was being force-fed a potent aphrodisiac that only served to fuel his curiosity in matters he’d previously deemed too mature for his tender years.
“Stu?” Susan asked gently, sensing his apprehension. She smiled and placed a reassuring hand on top of his—the very contact sending ripples of anxiety lacing with titillation through his 18-year-old body. It was something he could neither immediately place nor properly describe; it simultaneously scared and thrilled him.
Then she shifted forward in her seat and craned her neck down to get a better look at his lap.
The sight of Stu's growing giant manhood made her gasp, as if a fire suddenly ignited inside her.
Susan felt the heat spread from her chest all the way to her face, and she quickly pulled her gaze back up before she could be caught.
"Well, that's quite impressive," she said, her eyes locked onto Stu's as the implications of what she had just seen began to sink in.
Stu swallowed hard, his body frozen with a mixture of humiliation, excitement, and fear. It was becoming abundantly clear that his mother's best friend was not content being just that anymore. But he couldn't ignore the fact that there was something exhilarating about this entire situation that fascinated him against his better judgment.
Susan's boldness wasn't entirely unexpected. She had always been the more adventurous one between her and Jenn, often urging and coaxing Jenn to step out of her comfort zone in their younger days, experiencing the world with a vivacity that could only be matched by her appetite for pleasure. Not to mention, oft hand comments from his dad led Stu to conclude that Susan was a bit wild in her youth.
But this! This was an entirely different level.
Suddenly, the buzzer on the oven went off and Stu jumped at the sudden sound. His mother must have forgot to turn if off before she left in her haste. Regardless, now he stood with nothing but the thin fabric of his boxers concealing his ever growing erection while it stood eye level across the table from Susan.
She stared at him, her eyes ablaze with raw, sexual energy and thirst. Susan was overcome with primal impulses that caused an electric shiver of anticipation to crawl through her as she leaned back, enjoying the appetizing sight of the boy before her.
As his cheeks glowed redder than ever, Stu looked aside and took a moment for himself, steeling his nerves with deep breaths while his heartbeat threatened to escape from his chest. The young man knew there was no turning back now - not when such insistent passion overwhelmed the room's atmosphere.
The tension had grown to a furious boiling point, and he was all too aware of her eyes drinking him in; his flustered state couldn't help but harden his length further. He glanced nervously back at the kitchen table.
His thoughts raced as he watched her rise slowly, seductively from the chair; her every movement commanding his attention. Then, wordlessly, she crossed the distance between them – their eyes locked together in a dance none could resist.
Her lithe form, made all the more enticing by her athletic build, cast a spell over him as she stepped closer still. Tendrils of hair caressed her cheekbones and shoulders, framing the slender elegance of her neck.
Susan's emerald eyes bored into his soul; her lids heavy with desire as the air around them seemed to crackle with electric tension.
"Not a word of this to your mother," She warned.
Her voice dropped into a hushed whisper, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and yearning. Stu's heart pounded in his chest like a jackhammer, threatening to shatter his ribcage and spill free. He managed a strangled nod; unable to trust his voice or even comprehend the magnitude of what was about to transpire.
Susan's green eyes softened as she reached out, gently brushing her hand against his cheek before leaning in to press her lips against his, hungrily.
Her soft, full lips devoured his as if she were a parched woman gulping from a desert oasis.
The force of her kiss caught him off guard, yet he couldn't deny himself the thrill that surged through him. Stu tentatively responded, his inexperience betrayed by his trembling lips. His body began responding instinctively to this new sensation; the blood roaring in his ears as his heart raced in his chest, sending waves of blissful confusion coursing throughout him.
But as quickly as the kiss began, Susan pulled away.
She looked at Stu, her eyes now filled with an intensity that made him feel as if she were seeing right through him.
"Say something," she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Stu opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He wanted to protest, to tell her that this was wrong, that he wasn't ready for this. But the feeling of her lips on his, the taste of her coffee breath, had left him too dazed to think straight. Instead, he simply nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from hers.
It was as if she had him under some sort of spell. One that he couldn't break free from even if he wanted to.
Without another word, she got down on her knees.
The cold kitchen tiles pressed against her bare knees, yet she didn't seem to notice. Her eyes were focused solely on the growing bulge in his boxers.
She reached out and gently touched it through the thin fabric. He gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot through him at her touch. His cock twitched under her fingers, begging for more attention.
Susan smirked and slowly pulled down his boxers, revealing his unbelievably giant cock that sprang upward with the force of a canon. It landed right next to the side of her face, still bobbing up and down from the momentum of its release.
The size of it was intimidating, to say the least. Yet, she couldn't help but be awestruck by its girth and unnatural length.
Stu looked down as his mom's best friend sat in silent awe while marveling at his incredibly engorged member.
He couldn't believe what was happening; he had spent most of his life being underestimated and overshadowed by his peers, and now he was the center of Susan's attention.
He could feel the heat emanating from her as she leaned in closer, staring wide-eyed at his shaft. Her hand reached up slowly, and with a trembling touch, she brushed her fingers against the tip of his cock. Stu sucked in a breath as electric shocks shot through his body - he had never felt anything quite like it before.
Susan traced her fingers along the underside of his cock, marveling at the way it jerked and pulsed against her touch. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around it with one hand, just barely managing to get the tips to touch.
She looked up at him. "You've really got something impressive here honey." She told him.
Her eyes never wavered from his gaze and her fingers continued to explore the underside of his shaft. "A true monster, isn't it?" she added, letting out a low whistle.
Stu's cheeks burned; he had never heard anything like this before. The sensation of her hand gently stroking him was alien yet thrilling, sending waves of pleasurable warmth radiating through his entire body.
Susan gave him a devious smile, standing up and leading him to the living room.
"You know," She said as they made their way over. "I think that thing is going to kill me!"
Susan gasped dramatically as she fell onto the couch in a fit of laughter. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief and intrigue as she looked up at Stu with an approving smile. "But what a way to go."
Stu found himself grinning back, still wide-eyed and surprised by the turn of events. He glanced down at his protruding manhood and wasn't sure if he should be proud or scared out of his wits.
Without warning, Susan reached out and pulled Stu towards her.
He stumbled forward, nearly losing his balance as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his erect penis.
"Oh fuck!" he gasped, throwing his head back in pure bliss as she took him deep into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the engorged head, teasing every nerve ending with every lap and flick.
Susan moved her hand up and down his shaft in tandem with her mouth, creating a delicious harmony of pleasure that coursed through Stu's entire body.
With every stroke and flick, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he couldn't help but let out a series of filthy moans.
"Oh God, Susan! That feels so fucking good!" He groaned, threading his fingers through her dark hair as she bobbed her head up and down.
His breath came in ragged gasps as he watched her wet lips slid up and down on him, taking him deeper with every thrust. But she was barely managing to get halfway down!
She gripped the base and stroked up, trying to accommodate his massive size. Her head continued to bob faster, matching the rhythm of her hand movements as she began to take more of him in.
"Oh god, Susan," Stu groaned, throwing his head back and losing himself in the unimaginable sensation. "That's so... fuck."
He couldn't believe what was happening, that this was his mother's best friend expertly stroking his cock just inches from his belly button. She pulled herself away shortly for some air.
"You like that, honey?" she asked between gasps for air.
"Yes," he panted. "God, yes."
She looked up at him and smiled wickedly, her bright green eyes glowing with lust. "I'm going to make you feel so good, Stu. Just relax and let me take care of you."
He nodded, unable to find his voice as she resumed her ministrations.
Her saliva-slicked lips glided effortlessly over his shaft, and her skilled tongue teased every inch of him with precision.
As she sucked harder and faster, Stu felt himself nearing the edge. He tried to hold back, to prolong this newfound ecstasy, but it was impossible.
"Susan, I can't..." He tried to say while using every bit of his willpower to stop the inevitable flow.
Susan made a split second decision. As much as she would love to take his first load straight into her mouth, the image of a shotgun blast blowing up a watermelon entered her brain and she decided to back off just in time.
He went of like a firework.
A forceful, hot jet of thick semen shot out from Stu's cock and smacked Susan right between the eyes. She squealed in surprise, but didn't pull back, instead taking as much of him into her mouth as she could as the rest of his load spurted across her face and chest. he cried, completely overtaken by the sudden explosive release.
Stu's body shook as the pleasure coursed through him.
He looked down to see Susan, his mother's best friend, with his semen all over her face and chest. The sheer taboo of the situation caused him to pulse even harder, spurting an additional jolt of hot liquid onto her skin.
"Oh fuck," Stu gasped, still trying to catch his breath. "I'm so sorry!"
Susan grinned, savoring the taste of his essence on her tongue. Slowly, she stood up and walked over to the kitchen sink, where she began to wash herself off.
Stu watched her in awe, still reeling from the mind-blowing orgasm she had just given him. The sight of his mother's best friend, standing in front of him with her clothes disheveled and his semen glistening on her skin, was almost too much to handle.
Susan caught him looking and turned around to face him. She smiled mischievously and ran her fingers through the sticky mess on her face, before licking them clean. "You taste good, honey," she said with a wink. "But my shirt and bra are going to need to go into the washing machine quick. Even if I leave before your mother gets back, there's noway I can drive like this." She added nonchalantly as if everything that was going on was completely normal.
Susan turned around, bent over at the waist, and unhooked her soaked bra. Her full, heavy breasts spilled out of it, her nipples perking up involuntarily in the cool kitchen air.
Stu's eyes widened as he stared at her bare chest; he had never seen a woman's body like this before, and his cock began to stiffen again at the sight.
"Do you think you could help me wash these real quick" She nodded towards the bra in her hand, her tone playfully innocent. "I'll give you a reward."
Susan purred, dangling the wet bra over his face. She stepped closer to him, their bodies just mere inches apart.
Her eyes locked onto his, burning with a fierce passion that left him trembling.
Stu grabbed both the bra and shirt and rushed over to the laundry room, his already returning erection bobbing in front of him.
When he got back Susan was lounging on the couch complete naked.
She spread her legs wide, exposing her trimmed and impeccably waxed pussy to him in all its glory. She beckoned him over with a crook of her finger. "Come here baby" she whispered seductively.
Stu hesitated for just a moment before he swallowed hard and moved towards her like a moth drawn to a flame. He couldn't resist the pull of this woman, his mother's best friend, who was so openly displaying her sexuality for him. It was wrong, on so many levels, but it also felt so incredibly right.
This moment between Susan and Stu was a wildfire of raging desire, fueled by their pent-up frustration and lust.
Stu's heart pounded as if it were trying to escape from the confines of his chest. He was suddenly acutely aware of every fiber in his body, hyperaware of even the slightest movements that Susan made.
His eyes traced the contours of her naked body, admiring the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath, how the soft curves of her waist led to the flat plains of her stomach.
His gaze lingered on her bare pussy, the folds glistening with wetness that told him how much she wanted him.
Without a word, Stu kneeled between her legs and leaned in. He pressed his lips against her inner thigh, feeling the warmth radiating from the wet folds just inches away. She shivered under his touch, letting out a low moan as he moved closer.
Stu's hands slid up Susan's thighs, parting them further and exposing her completely. But she pushed his head back away from her.
"No, not like that," she said firmly. "I want the monster." Her voice was clear, direct, and unapologetic - leaving no room for interpretation.
Stu's breath hitched in his throat as he pulled back, staring at the woman in shock. In all his life, he had never heard his mother's best friend speak such words to him; especially when they were entangled in a sexual act like this.
"But... I.. I've never..." His voice trailed off, unsure of how to continue.
Susan smiled reassuringly, reaching down to gently stroke Stu's cheek. "It's okay, honey," she told him. "Didn't I tell you that I was going to take care of everything?"
Her words only served to heighten his anxiety, but also fueled a new fire within him; a burning desire to prove himself capable of satisfying her needs.
"Now, lay back and relax," she commanded softly, pushing him down onto the couch next to her.
She stood up and straddled him, her soaked pussy hovering just over the tip of his massive shaft.
Stu bit his lip, trying to contain the whimper that threatened to escape as he felt her hot, wet flesh graze against him. He reached up to touch her breasts, kneading them gently as she leaned back, grinding herself against him.
Susan threw her head back, her long brown hair cascading down her back in waves as she began to move her hips in slow circles.
The sensation of his massive cockhead brushing against her slick folds sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her body.
"Fuck, you feel so good," she moaned, grinding harder against him.
Stu watched in awe as she started to slide down onto him, inch by excruciating inch-but a sudden noise shocked her enough to pull off from him!
It was her phone that she had left on the coffee table in front of them and as she turned to look at the display she could tell the call was coming from Jenn!
"Fuck!" she cursed under her breath. She jumped off Stu and reached for the phone. The timing couldn't have been worse; they were just at the point where things were getting really good!
Jenn's voice came through the speaker. "Susan, hey, I hope I'm not interrupting anything." She sounded worried, but also curious.
Susan's eyes darted back and forth between Stu's hard, giant dick and the phone in her hand. She could feel the tension rising in her chest as she struggled to come up with a believable excuse for her friend.
"N-no, of course not," she stumbled over her words. "I was just... sitting her talking with your son."
Jenn's voice came through the speaker again, sounding a bit skeptical. "Really?You sound a bit out of breath, is everything okay?"
Jenn asked, with a hint of concern in her voice.
Susan gulped, trying to steady her breathing. "Y-yes, everything's fine," she said with a shaky voice, glancing at Stu who was desperately trying to hide his still-erect cock from view. "I was just... uh... laughing, you're son told me such a funny joke!"
Susan said, looking over at Stu and giving him a wink.
"Oh, that's typical Stu!" Jenn said, still sounding a bit suspicious. "I actually could use a good laugh right now, this emergency is turning out to be a nightmare. I'll probably be her until late tonight. Could you put him on, I'd love to hear from him!"
Jenn said, her voice brightening up.
Susan glanced nervously at Stu, and then back at the phone in her hand. She hesitated for a moment, trying to think of a way out of this situation. But realizing the call was the only thing preventing them from continuing their intimate encounter, she tossed it over to Stu who caught it perfectly.
"Hey mom!" He said, trying to sound normal and steady. "What's up?"
But just as the phone was out of Susan's hand, she had sunk to her knees again.
Stu looked down in surprise as she gripped his still-erect cock.
"We can't end it like this, can we?" She asked, her voice dripping with lust and desire.
"Oh yeah, everything's fine mom," Stu tried to keep up a normal conversation as Susan took his dick into her mouth again. "Yeah, Susan's taking great care of me over here!" Stu called out to his mother, trying to keep his voice down as Susan continued to take him deep in her mouth.
She gripped the base of his shaft, stroking him in time with her sucks and licks. Her tongue darted over his sensitive tip, tracing circles that made him grit his teeth to keep from moaning too loudly.
Her other hand played with his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers and giving them a gentle tug from time to time. He couldn't believe how good it felt - or how wrong it was.
His mother's best friend was expertly sucking his cock while he spoke to his mom on the phone like nothing was happening. But he couldn't stop her, not when it felt this good.
Susan's head bobbed faster and faster, taking more of him into her mouth with every stroke. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him in, and he couldn't hold back the moans any longer.
"Oh fuck, " he groaned, giving up on pretending everything was normal.
"What kind of language is that Stu!" His mother ranted back at him.
"That's not language I want to hear coming from your mouth, especially when I know who you're with! I want Susan to know that I raised you to be a good boy."
Jenn's voice brought a fresh wave of guilt over Stu. He could hear the jovial tone in her voice, but also a hint of suspicion. He knew he needed to get off the phone before his mother picked up on anything suspicious. He glanced down at Susan who was still on her knees, looking up at him with desperate eyes.
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