Caminah Smuts

My Best Friend's Mom

The Hansen household was a place Camila considered as her second home, her home away from home. She loved hanging out in the manor-like house with its cushy armchairs and the ornate fireplace that always had a stack of logs arranged in its space. It was like staying at a themed hotel except it was comfortable and there was always a faint smell of hickory and coffee in the air.

"Want some hot chocolate? Mom just got a new package from the artisan place she loves so much." Seth kicked against the wall, his computer chair wheeling across the length of his room. Camila rolled on to her back and stretched.

"Sounds good. Unless your mom would mind terribly that we're drinking her chocolate."

"Nah, she won't mind," Seth pulled Camila up and they stumbled together, Camila draped over Seth. They headed downstairs and into the kitchen where Seth turned the kettle on. Camila stuck her head into the pantry and grabbed a bag of potato chips.

The front door opened and the warm voice of Seth's mom filtered through amidst the smell of brewing chocolate. "I'm home!" Dinah called out. She walked into the kitchen and smiled at the sight of her son and Camila. "Oh hey, you two. I thought I smelled something good. Is that my fancy chocolate you're drinking?"

"Want me to make you a cup, ma?"

Dinah hummed and grabbed a handful of chips from the bag. "Please. Hey, Camila." She smiled and so did Camila. Whenever other girls smiled at her, Camila found them pleasant enough to smile back. But when it came to Dinah - her best friend's mom, for crying out loud - her smiles made Camila queasy but she still smiled back. "Your dads know you're here, I hope. Don't want them thinking I kidnapped you and started raising you as my own child."

"They know where she is. Where else could she possibly be?" Seth grinned and nudged Camila with his hip.

"True. I have no other friends other than this nerd," Camila jabbed Seth with her thumb. "They do know where I am. I also have their complete permission. That is, if I have yours?"

"You don't even have to ask," Dinah said, thanking Seth for the warm drink. "You're welcome here anytime. I'm going up to bed," she kissed the top of Seth's head and rubbed Camila's back, her touch lingering against the base of her spine. "Don't stay up too late, you two."

Camila nodded and watched Dinah leave, watched her climb up the stairs, and listened to the sound of her bedroom door closing. Seth poked her sides and handed her a steaming mug. "Stop being thirsty for my mom, weirdo. She's way too old for you."

Heat rose to Camila's cheeks. "Shut up. Your mom is not that old."

They carried their drinks slowly up the stairs and spent a few more hours doing their project and watched a movie afterward. Seth fell asleep first, his dark brown hair fanned out across the silk pillowcases. Camila rolled out of Seth's bed despite the soft groan and his arm reaching out to pull Camila back to bed for warmth. Narrowly missing his hand, Camila snuck out of the bedroom to pee.

Flaccid cock in hand, Camila let out a steady stream into the toilet while humming softly. The house was still as she expected. She washed her cock and dabbed it dry before stuffing it into her boxers. The hallway glowed from the curtain of light that streamed from within the master's bedroom, the door slightly ajar. Camila stood there, in her boxer briefs and a baggy shirt, debating what to do.

It was simple to just return to Seth's room and sleep, but the light pulled her in. Camila snuck down the hallway and peeked through the slit of space and into Dinah's room. What she saw made it impossible for her to look away.

Dinah's feet were flat on the bed, thighs spread. The length of her arms vanished between her legs and from where Camila stood, she had a perfect view of where they disappeared. Dinah's pussy, slick with her cum, the light from the lamp at her bedside making the plump pussy lips glisten.