I Slept with My Mom's Best Friend (Chapter 12, To be continued)

(I)

It was already March, but the air still held a chill. Early spring on the Sideria prairie was still tinged with cold. After a gust of cold wind, the sun hid behind dark clouds, and my mood, like the weather, was shrouded in gloom.

A failed marriage had just left me exhausted and filled with frustration. Perhaps to escape the hustle and bustle of the city and dispel my troubled mind, or perhaps because I heard a call from afar, I returned to this remote prairie. Now I was strolling on the wasteland behind my house, watching herds of cattle leisurely grazing on the tender green shoots, a cowboy brandishing a long whip, driving the livestock into the distance. This familiar scene seemed to transport my thoughts back to more than thirty years ago.

My name is Baker Woodsman, and I am 53 years old. I was born in Kansas City, Missouri, in 1952, a well-known city in the American Midwest. When I was eleven, my family moved from the city to the countryside. My mother's newest friend was the owner of a nearby farm.

She was a few years younger than my mother and had three daughters. The eldest was a year older than me, and the other two were a year and three years younger. For the first few years, I often played with her three daughters on bicycles or other children's games. We often played various roles from "The Wizard of Oz," searching for the great wizard King Oswald. Her three daughters took turns playing Dorothy and the witch, while I was destined to play the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly Lion.

But time passed, and when I was eighteen, their mother, Shirley, entered my heart.

Shirley was a blonde woman with always half an inch of black hair showing through. Later, I found that image very alluring. Due to working on the farm, she had a very well-proportioned figure, with well-defined muscles. Her voice was deep and slightly hoarse, and her laughter was like a gentle breeze sweeping through an empty valley.

I began to pay more attention to her, noticing her every smile, every gesture. Even when I was very young, I was attracted to the thick hair on her arms. I had never seen a woman with so much soft body hair. When the first summer came, I noticed that she also had the same short, soft, light-colored hair on her legs.

One day, she and her daughter came to our garden to help pick green beans. She was wearing a very fashionable tank top at the time, my favorite kind of women's clothing. When she stopped and brushed her hair away from her cheek, I noticed that she also had thick brown armpit hair.

Her yellow tank top was soaked with sweat, and I could clearly see the outline of her large, dark nipples and armpit hair, a sight that immediately aroused me.

I turned away and frantically picked green beans, trying to avoid letting my mother, Shirley, and her daughter see this embarrassing situation, but at the same time, I couldn't help but secretly peek at Shirley.

When we stopped to rest in the shade, Shirley and my mother both lit cigarettes.

I used to hate smoking, but now, standing next to smokers, I suddenly found Shirley smoking very sexy. I noticed that with each puff of her cigarette, a long wisp of smoke would slowly exhale from her nose.

She tilted her head back, gently closing her eyes, seemingly savoring each puff, inhaling deeply and greedily each time.
My infatuation with Shirley continued for the next four years. I discovered that in the summer she usually wore shorts and a tank top, then a short-sleeved blouse. Her breasts weren't particularly large; I later learned she should have worn a B-cup bra. However, her areolas were large, dark brown, and her nipples were prominent, often standing erect. When I was nineteen, I was completely obsessed with her; she became my primary object of masturbation, my goddess.

Then something happened that deeply shocked me. One summer when I was nineteen, my father happened to be out. Late that night, I was suddenly awakened by urgent knocking on the door. I heard my mother come downstairs to open it, followed by a scream of "Oh, God!"

I faintly heard a woman crying downstairs. Curious, I got out of bed and peeked out from my room at the top of the stairs. I was stunned: I saw Shirley standing almost naked in the doorway. Her tank top was tattered and barely covered her breasts, and she was completely naked from the waist down. She was very agitated, crying and telling her mother something. I saw what appeared to be many bruises on her thighs, buttocks, and bare shoulders.

My mother took off her shirt and draped it over Shirley's shoulders, comforting her as she helped her upstairs to her room. I heard my mother muttering as she walked, "That bastard..." I sneaked back to my room so they wouldn't know I had seen everything. Five minutes later, my mother came to my room and asked me to go downstairs to the kitchen to boil some water. I saw she was holding a bottle of medicine she had just found. I opened my mouth to ask something, but my mother stopped me: "Please help me, don't ask anything, okay, Baker?"

"But..." I wanted to say something more, "Don't tell anyone what happened tonight. You didn't see anything, right?"
I nodded. Yes, I didn't see anything. I didn't see Shirley running to my house in the middle of the night, dressed in tattered clothes, nor did I see her exposed breasts, bare buttocks, or bright red bruises... I boiled a basin of water and took it upstairs. My mother opened the bedroom door and took the basin of water. Through the open door, I saw Shirley lying naked on the bed, her legs spread apart. The bright red bruises on her thighs, buttocks, and back were clearly visible. I was stunned. Then I heard my mother say to me, "Okay, Baker, that's all for you. Forget about what happened tonight and get a good night's sleep."

My head was throbbing as I walked away . Back in my room, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Everything that had happened tonight had left me terrified, yet also deeply aroused. Driven by curiosity, I got out of bed and tiptoed back to my mother's bedroom door. Through the crack in the door, I saw my mother gently wiping Shirley's body with a towel soaked in hot water. "Oh my God, that beast is inhuman!" I saw my mother cursing as she wiped Shirley's buttocks and inner thighs with the towel. Shirley lay on the bed, moaning softly. Then my mother picked up a bottle of medicine, sprinkled it on her hands, and then spread Shirley's thighs, gently applying it to her buttocks and inner thighs. "Oh...oh..." Shirley groaned in pain.

"Oh my god, he actually... he actually... you... This is unbelievable, it's so shameless!

So disgusting, we should call the police right now, Shirley!"

I saw my mother trembling, her face flushed, her voice trembling with anger. She must have witnessed something horrific. "Oh, no, no... please, please don't tell anyone," I heard Shirley plead in a low voice. "Do you still want to forgive him?" my mother asked indignantly while applying medicine. "Oh, I brought this on myself," Shirley replied weakly.

"What exactly happened?" my mother asked.

A long silence followed before Shirley's weak, low voice finally broke the silence. Listening to their conversation, I was deeply shocked. Her husband had been drinking heavily and then whipping her, and had been sexually abusing her for years.

Because her daughter was growing up, she was considering divorce.

"He drank heavily again tonight and came home very late. I told him I wanted a divorce.

(II)

When I arrived at seven in the morning, Shirley was waiting for me at the gate. She was wearing an old white tank top and white shorts. Her pretty, dark brown face and radiant smile made me feel like the luckiest person on the planet. She told me that her husband had already unloaded several stacks of hay on the barn floor, and there were two other fully loaded trailers outside the barn. Today we were going to stack them all up."

She carried a water bottle, a lighter, and cigarettes. She quickly handed me the bottle, and we carried it together. She smiled at me and led me to the barn. On the way, she told me how grateful she was that I could come to help her and keep her company.

We spent the whole morning hauling hay and stacking it. When we stopped to rest for the first time, we were both drenched in sweat. Shirley and I sat down on the hay bales, and she immediately lit a cigarette. She

took a deep drag and slowly exhaled a long plume of smoke. It was the first time I had looked at her so closely. I tried to control my gaze and not stare at her, because I didn't want to have to hold my erect penis all day.

Her white tank top was soaked with sweat and almost transparent. A breeze blew by, and I saw her wet nipples harden, standing erect beneath the soaked tank top.

I didn't realize how long I had been staring at her until Shirley said, "I think I should go change into something else."

I was caught red-handed and extremely embarrassed. To make matters worse, my pants suddenly bulged, and I blurted out, "No!"

I was startled by my own words!

A long silence followed. Shirley placed the cigarette to her lips and took a deep drag.

She pulled the cigarette from her mouth, and in the instant before inhaling, I saw thick white smoke billowing from her lips.

She paused for a few seconds, then slowly exhaled a long stream of white smoke towards me. She didn't say a word, and with each breath, several more plumes of smoke escaped her nostrils. The woman before me was dirty, sweaty, disheveled, and her hair was matted with straw, yet she was the sexiest woman I had ever seen.

She said, "I think we should talk. I know you like to stare at me, and I don't think it's a big deal, but you're my best friend's son, and I think we should be careful." "I mean, you're charming, I've always thought so," I stammered.

“Look,” she said, “I’m thirty-eight, twice your age. I’m not an attractive woman, even my own husband dislikes me. Wake up, Baker, why don’t you go find a girl your own age?”

“You’re the most beautiful woman I know,” I stammered. “Your husband is an idiot and a scoundrel. My father and I never liked him; he doesn’t deserve you at all, he’s a complete jerk.”

She gazed deeply at me, her hand trembling slightly as she brought the cigarette to her lips, taking several deep drags before slowly exhaling.

“Thank you,” she said, “I think you’re telling the truth.” “Yes, I do. I love the way you are, and you’re so kind and beautiful, absolutely stunning.”

She actually blushed.

"Thank you. You've always been a special young man, but I think you noticed me because I'm a bit different. I don't shave my body hair and I never wear a bra. Actually, you're flattering me too much. You often peek at me; it's just love blindness. I'm also a little worried because I'm afraid your mother will notice, but then again..."

She hesitated for a moment, then took a long drag on her cigarette.

"I like it when you look at me, because it makes me happy to be looked at by a handsome guy like you." I was speechless with surprise. I watched her stand up, walk to the barn door, stub out her cigarette, and throw it in the dirt. She came to my side, took my hand, and led me to the back attic door.

We sat on a scattered pile of hay, and she lit another cigarette.

I asked her, "Are you annoyed with me?"

"No, no, not at all… How could I be annoyed with you? You're the first man in the last twenty years to have ever tried to please me. I'm just a little worried and scared because you're so young and… I'm so attracted to you."

She put the cigarette to her lips again, took a deep drag, and began to exhale slowly. At that moment, I reached out and took her hand.
"I will always respect and honor you. You are so captivating. If
I cross the line, please tell me, please forgive me." Then, to my surprise, I leaned forward, my lips lightly touching hers. She accepted my kiss, and we gradually explored each other's mouths with our lips and tongues. I've kissed and embraced several girls, but this was the most exciting thing I'd ever experienced.

My penis felt like it was about to burst out of my jeans. Shirley's mouth tasted smoky and warm, her tongue soft and warm, gently exploring.

After a few minutes of kissing, she pulled away and immediately took a deep drag of her cigarette. Our eyes met, and as she exhaled half a puff of smoke, I couldn't wait any longer. I pressed my lips to hers, savoring the tobacco and the scent of her lips. We slowly lay down side by side on the haystack.

She shifted slightly and asked, "Are you really sure you want to do this with an old woman like me?"

"Yes, if you want to do this with a little guy like me, I'd be more than happy." She took another deep drag of her cigarette, walked to the window, and carefully extinguished it, making sure there were no embers in the haystack. She slowly exhaled smoke, walked back to me, raised her arm, stood in front of me, and then untied her tank top behind her neck.

Her thick brown armpit hair was even more striking in the light streaming in from the window. She loosened the straps behind her neck and reached behind to untie the back, revealing her lovely breasts for the first time.

Her large areolas were a slightly reddish-brown, covered with wrinkled bumps, and her nipples, like thick corks, were a deep brown. I lifted myself up, touching her fragrant body, and took one nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on it, while my hand cupped her other breast. I finally tasted and touched her lovely breasts, something I had longed for.

When my fingertips touched her armpit hair, she raised her arm to let me get closer, and I dug my fingers into those thick, sweaty armpit hairs, something I had dreamed of.

I continued to suck on her nipple, and she moaned, feeling her nipple grow larger in my mouth.

"Harder," she said, "harder, bite it, ohhhhh..." She slumped down beside me and pulled me to her lips, and we began to kiss again, my hands continuing to grope her breasts and armpit hair. I felt her hand on my belt; she loosened it, unbuttoned her jeans, and ripped off my jeans and shorts in one go, releasing my drooling, hard cock. Next,

she grabbed my t-shirt and ripped it off over my head, leaving me completely naked from head to toe.

I shuddered when she touched my penis.

I put my hands on her and said, "Stop, I can't hold back, but I want to satisfy you properly." She smiled and said, "I know you're going to cum very soon, that's good. I'll help you cum first, then we can relax and enjoy ourselves." I lay on my back, and she smeared my pre-ejaculate and her saliva on her hands, slowly stroking my penis back and forth. At the same time, she began to tease my nipples with the tip of her tongue. No one had ever done this to me before, and it felt incredibly wonderful. I felt my nipples were as hard as hers. Her hands stroked my penis up and down; it was the most wonderful feeling of my young life.

One of her hands cradled my testicles, gently stroking them, while the other continued to slide along my hard penis. With each upward stroke, she rubbed the head of my penis with her thumb, giving me unimaginable pleasure… The stimulation of her tongue on my nipples and the smooth caress of her hands on my penis were unbearable; I told her I was going to ejaculate.

She said, “Come on, I want to see you fill my mouth and my vagina, I want to feel your wild ejaculation!”

She increased the speed of her thrusting on my penis and quickened the licking of her tongue on my nipples; I felt my orgasm begin. Spurts of semen shot into the air, covering my stomach and her hands.

When I had slowed down, she quickly took my penis into her mouth, sucking the remaining semen, prolonging my orgasm for a few more minutes.
I lay in the haystack, sweaty, burning, and itchy, a complete satisfaction, utterly blissful. She continued to caress my now limp penis, while reaching for a cigarette and lighter.

She put the white cigarette in her mouth, lit it with one hand, and continued to caress my wet, limp penis with the other.
"That's fun," she said, "we'll do it again later, let's have some fun and enjoy ourselves!"

(III)

Shirley and I lay in the dusty, messy haystack. I was regaining my strength. She calmly smoked her cigarette with one hand and caressed my wet, limp penis with the other. Then, she rolled over and kissed me, her lips brushing against mine. We shared a gentle kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. When we finally parted from our entanglement, my penis was half-erect.

Shirley looked down at me, smiled, and shook her head.

"I'd forgotten how quickly young people recover. Before we go to bed, let's take a shower in the house." She took my hand and led me towards the barn door. Suddenly, she stopped, looked at her hand, and...

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