I was in the midst of a whirlwind affair with my dad's wife, Marie, and our foxy next-door neighbor, Mrs. Bardeux. Don't get me wrong, the sex was mind-blowing, but damn was it exhausting! Between secret trysts and sneaking around, I was running on fumes.

With final exams, college applications, and graduation looming, I needed a break, a chance to clear my head. That's when I started crashing at my best friend Peyton's house more often. Video games, trash talk, stupid movies - just some much-needed guy time.

One afternoon, Peyton and I were sprawled on his bedroom floor, engrossed in our controllers and the virtual world on the screen.

"Rematch!" I yelled as he defeated me yet again.

"Again? Alright, bro, I got nothing better to do," he replied with a smirk.

After hours of gaming, a familiar pressure started building in my bladder. Just then, nature called and I had to take a piss. "Hold that thought, I've gotta pee, man. BRB," I announced, setting down my controller and stretching my arms above my head. I got up and headed to the bathroom down the hallway, my mind still on the game rather than my surroundings.

The door was closed, but I could hear the shower running. Oh well, I thought, I'll just sneak in quick and go. I quietly opened the door and stepped inside. Steam billowed out, and the sound of running water filled my ears. "Shit, someone's in the shower," I muttered under my breath. Must be Peyton's mom, I thought.

I made my way to the toilet, hoping to go unnoticed behind the closed curtain shrouding the shower. I unzipped my fly and started pissing into the toilet. Suddenly, I heard a familiar feminine voice from behind the curtain.

"Peyton? Is that you in there?" Mrs. Darby called, her tone laced with a flirtatious familiarity.

My heart started pounding. I froze, my dick still in my hand. Shit. I didn't want to get caught pissing with my junk out. But I was mid-stream and couldn't exactly stop now. I held my breath and stayed perfectly still, hoping she wouldn't notice me.

The shower kept running. I exhaled slowly. Maybe she didn't hear me after all. I finished up and was about to tuck myself away when I heard her voice again, sharp as a tack. No such luck.

"Oh! Hi Jay!" she said cheerfully as she whipped back the curtain. "I thought you were Peyton."

I slowly turned my head to face her, and nearly lost my stream. There she was, standing completely naked and dripping wet. Water cascaded over her perky tits and toned body. I gulped, feeling my face flush and my cock gave an involuntary twitch. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on my cock.

"Uh, hi Mrs. Darby," I stammered out, quickly trying to cover my now fully hard erection with my free hand. What was I going to do?

"Did you come in here to take peeks at me in the shower?" she asked coyly, one eyebrow arched, a knowing smirk on her face as her eyes continued to drink in my body. She made no move to cover herself.

"Umm, n-no ma'am," I replied, my voice cracking slightly. I was seventeen, but she had me feeling like a shy schoolboy. Did she really want me to peek? No, that couldn't be right.

"Awww, that's too bad," she pouted, her full lips pursing. "I was hoping you could help me wash my back..." Her voice trailed off suggestively.

If a record player had been nearby, it would've screeched to a halt. Was she really asking what I thought she was asking? "I… Uh... You want me to wash your back?"

I couldn't believe this was happening. Mrs. Darby is an incredibly beautiful woman for her age. She was my wet dream come true, with her perfect body, tall, curvy, big tits, and sweet ass with smooth ebony skin and a face that could launch a thousand ships. She must have been a real stunner back in her prime, a total smokeshow, and an amazing mom.

Even now, pushing forty, she’s the kind of MILF that makes you do a double take. I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve done more than a little fantasizing about her over the years. I'd even jokingly declared I was gonna marry a girl just like her someday. And now here she was, buck naked and looking at me like a snack.

"Wash… Yo… Your back...?" I repeated dumbly, trying to will my brain to function properly. Did she want me to touch her? On purpose? I'd had a crush on her for years, and now she was offering herself to me on a silver platter. How could I say no?

"Yes, Jay, and call me Simone. I've always had a soft spot for you,” she purred, her voice low and seductive. “You've always been my favorite of my son's friends," she said, placing her hand on my chest. Her breasts bounced with the movement, and I had to stop myself from staring.

"Well, what do we say you take your clothes off and join me then?" she gestured to the shower invitingly. “We both know you want to.”

My mind was reeling. My mouth went dry. I was really going to do this? With my best friend's MOM? My heart hammering in my chest.

Before I could second-guess myself, I quickly locked the bathroom door, stripped down, not caring where my clothes landed. I practically threw myself in with her, the hot water cascading over my skin.

She turned and immediately pulled me close, our naked bodies pressing together as she captured my lips in a passionate kiss; her lips soft and supple against mine. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands sliding down to cup her perfect ass. She let out a little moan, and I felt my cock grow even harder against her stomach.

Breaking the kiss, she pushed me to my knees, my head down between her thighs, and raised one leg, opening herself to me. "Eat my pussy," she commanded breathlessly.

I happily obliged, spreading her glistening folds with my fingers and feasting on her sweet nectar. I couldn't believe this was happening. I'd wanted to do this since that magical day when she accidentally flashed me her ass and pussy. Now I had that same pussy on my tongue.

I had fantasized about this for years, and now, I could hardly believe it was real. I licked and sucked at her folds, relishing the taste of her. She grabbed my hair and ground herself against my mouth.

"Yes, just like that," she panted, her hips undulating. "Don't stop." I worked her over until she was shaking and crying out, her pussy clenching around my tongue.

She pulled me up and kissed me fiercely, tasting herself on my lips. Breaking the kiss, she stepped back and turned around, bracing her hands against the tiled wall. "Well?" she asked breathlessly. "Don't you want to help me with my back?"

I grabbed the loofah and some soap, drinking in the sight of her bent over before me. Starting at her neck, I slowly lathered up her back, massaging the suds into her skin. She let out little sighs and moans as I worked my way down.

When I reached her ass, I couldn't help myself. I tossed the loofah aside and used both hands to squeeze and knead her cheeks. She gasped and wiggled her hips against me. Emboldened, I slid one hand around to rub her pussy.

She reached between her legs and grasp my dick. She notched the head at her entrance and pushed back, taking me deep inside her tight, wet heat. Oh God, she felt incredible. I swear I nearly blacked out.

"Jay," she whimpered, pushing her ass back against my hard cock. "Please… Fuck me," she demanded, reaching back to spread herself open.

I needed no further encouragement. Grabbing her hips, I lined up my aching cock and drove inside her tight, pussy, groaning at the feel of her wrapped around me. She was so fucking hot.

We moved together, finding a rhythm as I fucked her hard against the shower wall. “Oh God, oh fuck! Simone wailed. "You’re so big," she moaned, pushing back into me. "You fill me up so good."

She started riding me hard, slamming her ass into my hips. I grabbed her hips and fucked her back with all I had. She came with a scream, milking my cock. But I kept pumping, determined to give her the fucking of a lifetime.

The bathroom filled with the sounds of our moans and the slap of skin on skin. I pounded her harder and faster, spurred on by her cries of pleasure.

It was over all too soon, though, as I came deep inside her with a strangled moan of her name.

We collapsed against the shower wall, panting for air, as I pulled out and watched my cum drip down her thighs. Fuck. I couldn't believe I just did that with my best friend's mom. But as she turned to me with a satisfied smile, I knew I was already addicted.

Simone nuzzled into my neck, her lips brushing my ear. “We have to be careful,” she murmured. “Peyton can never know about this. It would break his heart.”

I nodded, a pang of guilt twisting in my gut. What we’d just done was beyond wrong. I knew it. But looking back at Simone’s beautiful face, her eyes shining with sated desire, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Not one bit.

"Tell Marie I said thank you," she called after me as I hurriedly dressed and slipped out of the bathroom. I had a feeling this wouldn't be a one-time thing.

When I returned to the living room, Peyton looked up at me, confusion written across his face. "Dude, what took you so long? You're all sweaty," he asked.

"Sorry man, I had to take a major shit," I lied, hoping my guilty expression didn't give me away.

Over the next few weeks, I found myself at Peyton's house a lot. And every time, Simone was always uncomfortably horny whenever I visited, finding excuses to be alone with me. I couldn't complain. The woman was a goddess in the sack.

Peyton started getting suspicious when I disappeared for extended periods of time. "What's going on with you and my mom?" he asked one day, narrowing his eyes at me. "You're always disappearing for a while when you're over here."

My heart seized in my chest. "W-what are you talking about?" I sputtered. "Nothing's going on."

"Just makes you wonder," he muttered, which only made my paranoia spike even higher.

I knew this couldn't last forever. Eventually, he would find out. But I couldn't help myself. I was addicted to his mom now.

Shit, his mom was worth the risk. And I'd be damned if I was going to stop fucking her. I'd do whatever it took to keep getting my fix of her sweet peach.

Even if it meant lying to my best friend. Even if it meant risking it all. Because let's face it - forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest.

I'd just have to be more careful from now on. Discreetly banging your best friend's hot single mom was a delicate dance. One misstep and it would all come crashing down.

But for now, I'd enjoy it while it lasted. Even if it ended in catastrophe, it would be worth it. After all, you only live once.