Mashing Button Mash's Mom's Buttons

I finally managed to drag Button’s limp body to his house.  I went to open the door.  Shit, locked.  Ok, where’s his window?  I dragged him over to the side of the house where I knew his room was.  I pushed at the window, and breathed a sigh of relief when it slipped open easily.

“Alright buddy, let’s get you into there.”  I propped his unconscious body up against the side of the house.  Then I climbed into his room through the window, reached down, and pulled him up.  Alright Button, let’s get you into bed so your mom won’t know you were out past curfew.  I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand.  WAY past curfew.  I wasn’t going to undress him, but I managed to get him under the covers safe and sound.  Great, now to get out of here.

I opened the door to his room.  I went through it facing backwards, careful to not make any noise as I closed it.  Alright, now just walk quietly out the front door and you’re home free, I thought.

I turned around… and walked straight into Button’s mother.  She stood there in a robe that came down and just barely covered her hips.  Oh, no. She’s caught me. I’m so dead… I thought.

She spoke sternly and firmly… but somehow softly.

“Hello Mike.  You smell like beer.  You and Button had fun tonight?”

“Uh…  yes ma’am…  I mean no ma’am…  I mean...  I’m sorry ma’am.”  I mumbled.

To my surprise she giggled a little.  It was then that I noticed the wine glass in her hand.  “It’s perfectly alright.  To tell you the truth I’ve been enjoying a little wine myself…”

“Uh yeah…”  I said, hoping maybe she’d just let me go home.  I went to walk past her and I stumbled.  She grabbed me and held me steady.  I hadn’t realized how drunk I was myself, I’d been so focused on getting Button home.

“Whoa there Tiger, where do you think you’re going?”  She giggled into my ear.

“Gotta… get… home…”  I managed to mumble out, my head spinning.

“Oh no baby, you’re not going anywhere like that.  Come on, I’ll get you into bed.”  She said firmly.

“Ok…”  I leaned on her shoulder and let her lead me as I closed my eyes.  I opened them when I felt her shove me onto a bed.  I looked around.  “Hey wait a minute… this isn’t the guest room…”  I said.

“I know.  My bed is MUCH more comfy, don’t you think?”  She said, and I swore she winked at me.

Get it together man, this is your friend’s mom.  I thought to myself.  “Are you sure we should be do-”  I began.

She put a finger on my lips.  “Shh, just relax Mike.  I want this.  You’re so cute, and ever since you started working out… ooh I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“Ok Ms. Mash.”  I said.  “As long as you’re ok with it.”

She stood at the end of the bed and took her robe off.  She was wearing a yellow bra and yellow panties with long white stockings.  My god she was hot.  “What do you think Mike?  You like?”

I managed to pick my jaw up off of my chest and reply.  “Yes Ms. Mash.  You’ve always been insanely hot, and this… oh my god I want you.”

She giggled.  “That’s good.  Because you can have every part of me tonight.  I want that young body of yours pressed against mine.”  She got onto the bed and straddled me.  I was still fully clothed.  “Starting with your face,” she said, and undid her bra.

Before I could admire her magnificent breasts, she shoved my face in between them.  I wrapped my arms around her back and pushed her into me.  I kissed my way over to her left nipple and gently began to suck.  She moaned softly.  I began to gently bite down, and she moaned louder.  I moved over to her right breast and repeated the process.  She was panting heavily at this point.  When I took my mouth off of her breast, she pulled my face up to hers and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth, twirling with mine.  But it was a hungry kiss, and she wanted more.  She lifted herself off of me a little bit.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes.”  She said with a devilish smile on her face.