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.
