Page 37 of Falling for My Son's Best Friend

“But aren’t you too old?” he asked, looking at me with goggly eyes. “I mean, Mom, you’re like forty and isn’t that over the hill? It’s a little late, don’t you think?”

I sighed. Trust my son to be insulting without even meaning to. Kids these days, they don’t hold back.

“Yes, I’m forty, but there’s still time, it’s not too late,” I said, keeping my voice even. “And Trent and I, we’ve decided we want a baby, so we’re going for it.”

Robbie took it with surprising grace, surprising equanimity.

“Well, if that’s what you want,” he said slowly. “I’ve wanted you to find someone, you know ever since Dad left …” his voice trailed off.

And I shook my head.

“Honey, this is nothing like your Dad. Trent is different, your dad and I never should have gotten married, we were nineteen when we tied the knot and I was already pregnant with you. But things are different now. I’m a woman, and Trent is a man who knows his mind, we want this baby and it’s the right thing to do.”

Robbie showed amazing maturity then.

“I know you and Dad didn’t expect to have me so soon, it was kinda a shotgun type thing,” he said slowly. “And I want you to be happy Mom. You always made me feel loved despite everything, you were always there for me growing up, through high school, even in college,” he said wryly. “Even when we struggled, you were always there, so if this is what you want, then I’m happy for you. But I’m still gonna ask Trent about it, this is my best friend, and you have to admit, this is weird as shit. I gotta talk to him.”

I merely nodded, sure of myself. Because Trent is an alpha male, confident, sure of himself, and hell, he wanted a baby even more than I did. So their conversation was going to be positive, I was certain. Maybe not smooth sailing all the way, not with the tough questions and inevitable answers, but I knew my man had my back, that we were in this together, that we were lovers with a future, supporting one another, walking the path of life hand in hand.

And I turned my attention back to Trent now. Because yeah, the conversation with my son had gone fine, and against all odds, my lover got a call from a team in Miami. It was a mix of shock and elation, like fireworks you’d hoped for, but never expected. He’d told me so many times that it was a one in a million chance, that so few guys ever made it to the big leagues from the minors. But he’d done it. He’d stuck it out, nose to the grindstone, working hard, improving his strength, speed, coordination, and agility. And now we were moving to Miami together, living in a big house, just waiting for the birth of our daughter.

And I was so happy, I had to show him again how much I appreciated this, how much I loved our life together, everything the big man had to offer. So I pulled harder on his dick, running my hands up and down his huge shaft, loving the veiny feel, loving how there was so much pre-cum that my hand squelched a little, small sucking sounds that were so dirty yet so arousing. And the alpha grunted again, on his knees still, panting as I fisted him, hips jerking reflexively as his balls rose high and tight.

But Trent knew what he wanted and ground out his command.

“Rim me baby, taste my ass until I come.”

And I obeyed, loving the dirtiness, the nastiness, wanting to give him all that I could. My pussy dripped hotly, cream smearing my thighs, but I knew Trent would take care of me after he came, he never leaves me hanging. So I pressed my head to his anus again and flicked lightly against the opening as my hands moved up and down his fuckpole faster, the hard rod twitching, beginning to spasm as a low rumble sounded from Trent’s chest.

And as my hand blurred, pleasuring him, my tongue delving deep into his hot backside, it happened. The big body beneath me quivered then jerked, once, twice, the rod in my hands going completely still before spasming with hot lust, gust after gust of semen coating my hands, spurting hotly onto the coverlet, the evidence of his virility, the white, sticky goo everything that I wanted, the world to me.

And I ate it all as he came hard. I burrowed my mouth even deeper into his ass, feeling his anal walls contract around my tongue as he gave it up, big body shaking, the man roaring as I tasted his ass while fisting his dick. And it was so good, so hot, that I came as well unexpectedly, without him touching me. I didn’t think it would happen, I’d thought he’d have to put his fingers in me, lick my pussy a bit to bring me to climax, but there’s always something new in our loving. We’re so attuned to one another, the least sensation triggering a reciprocal sensation in the other that giving him pleasure gives me pleasure as well, and my pussy clenched and spasmed on its own, cream gushing from my hole as I cried out into his ass, long, lusty sighs ringing out.

“Oh!” I moaned, my body quivering as electricity made my cunt spasm hard, clenching and clamping with desire. “Oh!”

And Trent was lost as well.

“Fuck baby, fuck fuck fuck,” he ground out. “FUCK!”

So we came simultaneously, our bodies moving, shaking with one another, bound together by lust, by love, and by the new addition to our family. Because nothing is perfect in life. We’d done the unthinkable, overcoming a twenty year age gap to find each other, to find one another in the darkness of the night, only to bring it into the open now. And we wanted the world to know. Trent Markham, MLB player, had a girlfriend who was his senior, and we were expecting a baby to boot. Trent Markham, who was now a star with a multi-million dollar contract and a mansion in Miami, was having a baby with the woman he loved. And the best part? It would never end. Because my lover and I are bound together, we’re halves of the same whole, he’s made me his and I’ve made him mine … and he’s not just my son’s best friend, but he’s my best friend, my lover, my man, my everything, always.

THE END