The mother of my closest buddy

“Here,” I said blushing. “This must have fallen off the other night.”

The moment I had said that, I knew I was dead-meat.

“So it wasn’t Skate after all…it was you!” She declared glaring at me. I didn’t know what the hell to do, or say…feeling glued to my seat on the one hand, but wishing I could simply turn invisible and then simply disappear. “Oh my!” She then added seconds after that, her face turning crimson, as she must have then realized what I had seen.

“I’m…oh god, Mrs. Mason, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…”

She sat there staring at me as I tried to stammer out some sort of an apology.

“Yes you did,” she said simply sitting back in her chair. “Obviously you knew…saw me, and came over to peer through the doors at me, while I…while I touched myself,” she said her voice taking on this weird little edge to it. An edge that could easily cut either way, and one in which had me wondering which way it would cut. I could just see her picking up the phone, calling my folks. But she didn’t.

Instead, she reached up, undoing another button on her blouse. Talk about confusion! “And just what did you see…exactly?” She asked. “And more importantly, what were you doing while you did?”

I was honestly speechless, caught between and between here. “Where are you jerking off?” She demanded. “Come on Robin…tell me, where are you?”

“Yes, yes I was!” I finally blurted out, shame-faced, disgusted with myself.

“I see,” she said, sitting back in her chair again, staring at me, though still fingering that damn button on her blouse as she did that. Several long moments passed without a single word between us, and then she spoke again. “So…what do you think we should do about this?” She now asked as she popped the button free, revealing the contours of the lacy bra she was wearing as I sat staring at her chest now.

“I don’t know,” I responded back, though by the look on her face, that wasn’t the answer she expected to hear from me. “What can I do to make it right?” I then added, to which she smiled…slightly.

“Take off your clothes.”

“I’m sorry…what?”

“You heard me, take off your clothes. You saw me vulnerable, naked…being intimate with myself. And for that, now you’ll feel what it’s like having someone looking at you while you do that.”

“I can’t!” I said, shaking my head. There was no fucking way!

“You can…and you will, unless you want Antony to find out his best friend spied on his best friend’s mother, jerking off while he did.”

I was about to call her bluff, stand up and leave…but then I saw the look in her eyes, she was serious, she would tell him I had. She wasn’t bluffing! And that would be the end of our friendship, forever! I did stand up then, but I undid the belt on my cutoffs, likewise popping the button on them, releasing them. They fell down around my ankles.

“Everything,” she said with that same fierce look in her eyes. I pulled the tee shirt I had on up and over my head likewise kicking off my shoes. All I had on now was my briefs and a pair of socks. But I knew I wasn’t getting out of this either. I was embarrassed as hell, but in a really strange way. Not so much for being naked in front of her, because I knew I would be in a moment. But because I was limp, flaccid as hell, and worried now of all things that she would see me, and treat me like that same little boy she used to know.

All I could do now was grin and bear it. I slipped off my briefs, and then my socks, now standing there facing her directly, eyes closed. I stood in complete silence, not daring to even open them, certainly not to look at her directly.

“Sit down,” she now said, which I did almost gratefully…now given the opportunity at least to partially cover myself. “Stroke it…make it hard.”

“Jesus! Bev, Ms. Mason,” I corrected, shocked at what I’d heard. “You can’t mean that!”

“I most certainly do! Now do it! Find out what it feels like to have someone else watching you, watching you while you pleasure yourself, see how it feels…see how I felt, how I feel now,” she said sternly.

This wasn’t for fun…this was payback. Her eyes told me so, as did the tone of her voice. If jerking myself off in front of her was the only way I was going to get out of this mess I’d put myself into, then I was sure as hell going to do it. I began stroking my prick. It took a moment…lots of moments in fact, but finally it began stiffening as Bev sat back in her chair a bit more comfortably, sipping her coffee, watching me.

“For how long?” I eventually asked, wondering if she wanted me to go all the way with this.

“Until I say otherwise,” she said simply. “Let me see it,” she said, suddenly standing up and walking over.

“Surely you can get harder than that, you’re young, virile, and you’re supposed to get steely hard. Fuck, even Jeffry could get harder than you are,” she said referring to Antony’s dad, her ex-husband. But it was hearing her say the word “fuck” that really surprised me, and oddly enough, sent a renewed bolt of unexpected desire, and now want…

surging up my cock. It stiffened a bit more, but even that didn’t seem to appease or please her much. But it was a war of nerves and anxiety for me, sitting there stroking my dick in front of her, and yet…scared shitless and still too damn embarrassed the entire time.

“Here, will this help?” She asked, and then sat down next to me, though hugging one end of the couch. As she did, she finished unbuttoning her blouse entirely, removing it, and then reaching behind unclasping her bra. It fell away, her gorgeous…and I mean gorgeous bare breasts suddenly confronting me.

“Holy shit! Wow!” I exclaimed without thinking. “You really do have fabulous tits!” I started without hearing my own words as I said that. What happened then, was amazing. She laughed. Laughed out loud and hard.

“Oh they are, are they?” She asked, suddenly filling her hands with them, lifting them up pressed together. “Not too saggy? Too floppy for an old lady like me?”