ROLEPLAY – My mother’s friend. Part 1.

My Mother’s Friend: A Naughty Role-Play Scenario

“Hi honey, I’m home!” The familiar voice of my mother echoed through the house as I lay on the couch, half-asleep. I lazily opened my eyes, momentarily forgetting that she had a friend over. Then, I heard the soft clicking of stilettos approaching the living room, and saw my mother’s friend, Lena, appear before me.

Lena was a stunning 35-year-old German blonde, with long, wavy hair cascading down her shoulders and a slim, tanned body. Her curvaceous figure was barely contained by a low-cut red dress that hugged her in all the right places. I tried not to stare as she smiled at me, her blue eyes sparkling.

“Toby, right? I’m Lena,” she said, extending a hand adorned with red nails. Her voice had a subtle German accent.

“Uh, nice to meet you,” I mumbled, slowly sitting up. I couldn’t help but notice how her breasts threatened to spill out of her dress with each shift of her body.

Lena plopped down on the couch beside me, crossing her long legs that seemed to go on for miles. “Your mother is simply divine. She’s been showing me around town. Boring you must find it, being stuck here.”

I shrugged, out of words as I tried to steer my gaze away from her ample cleavage. “It’s okay. I’m used to being alone.”

Lena giggled, reaching over to squeeze my knee with a manicured hand. “Too bad. You’re-too-talented-and-handsome-to-waste. You should be out there, living life!”

I felt my face heat up. Compliments from beautiful women tend to have that effect on shy young men. “Maybe I’ll just bumble along here, you know?”

She shook her head, blonde locks swaying. “No way. I won’t allow it. Let’s do something…interesting.” Her hand slid further up my thigh.

I tensed, unsure how to handle this. “I don’t know, Lena. Maybe we should just watch a movie or something.”

“Oh, you silly boy!” She purred, leaning in so close I could smell her jasmine perfume. “I know just the thing. How about a game?”

Before I could respond, she rose gracefully, walking over to the hallway and beckoning me to follow with a crooked finger. I hesitated, but curiosity and an unknown desire won out over hesitation. Rising to my feet, I followed her down the hall, her hips swaying hypnotically.

Lena led me into my mother’s bedroom, closing the door quietly behind me. I noticed for the first time that she wore no underwear underneath that sinfully short skirt. Heart pounding, I waited to see what she would do next.

“Have you ever played anything…naughty?” She tilted her head, looking up at me through heavily mascaraed lashes.

“I…” I faltered, realizing that sex education hadn’t quite covered this in school. Lena’s smirk widened.

“Oh, you are an innocent one! Don’t worry, I’ll guide you through it.” She slowly unzipped her dress, letting it pool around her ankles to reveal her perfectly naked body – save for the scarlet stilettos that lengthened her legs endlessly.

My mouth went dry at the sight of her, pert breasts topped with light pink nipples, flat stomach, and blonde curls framing her sex. She was sin incarnate as she leaned in, one delicate finger tracing the bulge already forming in my pants.

“Ready for your first lesson?” Lena asked, voice husky. “Role-playing. Let’s start with the basics.” Slowly she sank to her knees, fingers working to unbuckle my belt.

Before I could react, a loud crash outside shocked us both. Lena scrambled to her feet, grabbing her dress. Footsteps pounded down the hall and the bedroom door flew open, revealing my mother, face grave.

“Toby, Lena – what in God’s name is going on?” Mom asked, eyes wide as she took in Lena’s state of undress. Lena had the decency to look embarrassed, hastily stepping into her dress.

“M-Mrs. Baker, I can explain!” She stammered.

My mother’s eyes narrowed as they flicked to her son, still standing there with his jeans open. “And you. What did I say about being alone with grown women? Get to your room, NOW!”

Red-faced and guilty, I fled, shutting my bedroom door. As I leaned against it, heart pounding, I wondered what would happen when mom got Lena to leave. The image of Lena’s naked body, the scent of her, and the feeling of her finger on my clothed bulge all replayed in my mind.

Would this little incident have any consequences? Would Lena find her way into my room? The possibilities made me ache with teen lust and consternation. For now, all I could do was wait.