Not with a friends mom, but I did with a friends older friend when in my teens. Her name was Connie, she was 36 at the time. Me and the friend and his girlfriend and Connie was all riding around in his car together, with me and Connie being the backseat. As we was riding around Connie started to slowly come onto to me by licking my ear and kissing me, and after a bit my hand was between her legs. Later on that same night we was at her place, and I ended up fucking her for the first time. She was married, but her husband Jessie was doing some time in the county jail. A week after the first time I fucked her again at my friends place, then a third time at his place again. A bit later after the the third time she showed up at my place, she had found out where I lived. Unfortunately my dad was home at the time, and she told him that she was looking for me, and of course he wanted to know why she was looking for his son and ask who she was. She told him that I was her boyfriend and that she may be pregnant. When I got home my dad was blowing a gasket, and ask me who was the lady that claimed I knocked her up, and was chewing me out good. He told that he told her he would get to the bottom of things, and that he told her leave and that she might be having some legal problems by the time he was done. Her being knocked up was all fabricated by her, there was no truth to it at all. My dad eventually dropped it, but told me not go around her again, and also told her keep her married ass away from me if she wanted to stay free. The friend who I was riding around with worked for my dad, and he also got a ass chewing and almost was fired. Later after I was in the army Connie got brought up again while me and my dad was talking and having a beer together, but only that time we was both laughing about it all. At the time of the above my mother wasn’t alive, we lost her to cancer when I was 12, but have wondered how mom would of reacted to the situation back then if she had been living.
I liked your story, it brought back memories of my younger days.
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