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It was just a few weeks ago, sitting at my laptop at night excitedly jerking my cock to detailed explanations of what Troy, a bully I'd met a few months back, would do to my dear mother.

Troy was a cool guy. We had a lot of similar interests, he was a year younger than me in college studying a similar major. Overall he was pretty chill, the kind of buddy you'd love to gift a sloppy blowjob from your mom.

"God I wish you were here to seduce her bro. I need to hook her up with a young stud" I typed.
"Well why dont you haha" Troy suggested, as usual.
"Yeah seriously I need to"

"No really, why don't you" he repeated. "Seriously bro I mean you seem like a smart dude. If you really wanted it to happen I feel like you could come up with some stealthy ways to at least test the waters"

I paused. Obviously the idea was insane, but in theory if I found the right guy who would stick to the plan, maybe I could. But that's almost impossible to plan I realized, my mind coming back down to earth.

"Yeah man, I'd love to but I'd have to find the perfect dude for it. And I feel like that's hard to seek out and narrow down in [my region of the country]."

"Understandable bro. I actually live in [my region] also. Would be crazy if we lived next door to each other or something haha"

I paused. "anywhere near (my state)?". I held out crazy hope that maybe he was somewhere in the area.

"In (my state) actually bro. I live in (his city)"

As it turned out Troy didn't live next door, but he was just 2 hours away. My mind raced again. Troy and I were in similar situations, classes gone online due to the countrywide shutdowns. I didn't give away my exact location but I informed him I was just a few hours in reach. Turned out Troy was willing to put his money where his mouth is.

"I know it's insane but I'd be down to meet up bro. Could meet in a public spot, feel out the situation." 

We set up a meeting time for that weekend at a local park. I was sure I'd chicken out and wrote off the entire situation. The morning came and Troy informed me he was fine if I was about to back out but that he was heading towards the spot in an hour and he'd be wearing a blue shirt and white baseball hat. I had three hours to decide my fate.

I sat in my room and had a few beers. Fuck it if it was 11AM. As 1:30 rolled around I took a deep breath and decided to walk over. I "disguised" myself with sunglasses and a hoodie pulled up, even though Troy wasn't totally sure what I looked like. Worst case scenario I could pussy out, and I probably would.

I walked to the park and saw a few people milling about, walking dogs, jogging, etc. I saw a normal young guy sitting at a bench in a blue shirt, could be him but no hat. I considered this a sign to leave when the guy reached to his side and pulled a white cap onto his head. I froze up. He was about 100 yards away from me. I wasn't quite sure what my next move would be when he turned his head in my direction. He must have had a sixth sense. His face warmed into a grin and he sort of knowingly nodded at me. Reflexively, I smiled and nodded back and walked over.

"Damn I can't believe we both actually showed." he laughed. I was going to say the same damn thing.

We caught up a bit, chit chatting about every single thing other than the reason he was here.

Eventually the small talk died down and just as silence started to fill the air, Troy smiled "So, what's the plan exactly?"

We both laughed. We'd hardly thought things through. Here he was on a Friday afternoon. We theoretically had just two days to make both of our dreams come true. 

I took a breath and thought. "Well, we can say you're a buddy passing through town on your way home from school. And that you need a place to crash a night or two. From there, I guess it's all up to your charm man" I grinned. He was satisfied with that answer and we hopped into his car and drove off. On the ride back I texted my mom explaining a buddy needed to crash, she was amicable as always, my loving mother.

I guess I should give a better picture of my mom- she's 52, divorced for about as long as I can remember. Never seriously dated much, but I knew she had her fun from time to time. Taller, about 5'6, pale white, and those concerned motherly brown eyes. Short striaght black hair just past her shoulders. C cup breasts, not a busty milf or anything, her sexiness lied more in her unassuming, classic mom look. She did however have quite a nicely packaged ass that encouraged glances from men quite often. Always friendly and fun, she was certainly a "cool mom".

We arrived. My heart was racing, Troy's may have been too but you wouldn't know it. He had the calm, collectedness of a guy who was just on a regular visit to his buddy's place. He grabbed his backpack from the backseat and hopped out. I felt glued to the passenger seat. He looked at me with his head cocked to the side. "You comin'?" he half-laughed. I nodded quietly, trying to smile to fake my ease.

We walked in and there was my loving mother, sitting on the couch watching TV. I can't remember what was on. She smiled at us and greeted Troy. Asking a bit about him, how we knew each other. Troy was smooth on the fly, easily covering all the bases. He threw his stuff in the guest room, right off of the living room. My mother's room and my room were upstairs. 

The night pressed on, with the three of us hanging out together. Things gelled pretty easily, I kept having to remind myself Troy wasn't actually an old friend. As mothers do, she cooked us a nice dinner. We had some drinks. I was putting them down fast, putting myself more and more at ease and hoping they would follow my pace. They did to an extent and by the time the meal was done we were all a little bit buzzed. We sat in the living room to mindlessly watch some TV. My mom was in her Abercrombie sweats I loved so much, not tight but somehow showing every jiggle of her ass as she walked. 

I'd kept up the drinking and trying to subtly push everyone else to continue, and it was working to an extent. 

We were all feeling a little tipsy and Troy was reading the situation perfectly. He knew I smoked bud and that my mom was fine with it as long as it was done outside on the back patio. He suggested we pack a quick bowl.

I excitedly obliged. We went outside and he packed a bowl, eyeing my mother through the sliding glass door. She seemed in her own world for the time being. As we ripped into the bowl a relaxed but excited feeling came over me. Just making it to this stage was amazing. I couldn't believe where we'd come from just earlier in the day. My mother poked her head outside.

"You boys aren't getting too high are you?" she laughed. Temporarily the feeling of my mother talking to us while high freaked me out, but the feeling quickly subsided.

"No no, it's a nice relaxed strain" Troy assured her with a smile. She took a step outside and let the door close. 

"Don't want to let the smoke in." she said. She was eyeing Troy's bowl a bit, he picked up on it and held it up as if to offer her a hit. I knew my mom smoked on occasion, trying to hide it from me despite knowing I did it and didn't care. But we'd never actually smoked together.

She shrugged and took a small hit, coughing immediately. She shook off any more offers and we went inside. About 15-20 minutes later she seemed pretty much fine. She got up from the couch to grab another drink when she suddenly yelped and hobbled back down to the loveseat she was on.

"Ow my foot! I pulled a muscle or a tendon or something OW" she whined, grabbing her bare right foot and rubbing it with her thumb.

"Do you want me to take a non-professional look" Troy non-nonchalantly offered. "I'm studying physical therapy at school". I froze, half-trying to remember if Troy had already told my mother his major, which was NOT physical therapy. And half blown away by the thought of him rubbing my mother's feet, knowing we both had huge foot fetishes.

"Might as well" she said. I breathed an internal sigh of relief but also wondered if he'd be able to bullshit his way through a foot inspection.

He got up and plopped down next to her on the love seat. She placed her right foot on his lap and he took it gently in his hands and ran his thumb up the arch. "Hmm" he muttered looking it up and down intensely. "Looks like an arch issue" He reached for her other foot and put it in his lap. He ran his thumbs along the inside arch. "Feel that? Your inside arches are slightly higher than most, leading to increased susceptibility to a tendon pull like you just had". He started digging into my mother's hurt foot with both hands, rubbing along the arch. I was blown away. Troy was a Grade A bullshitter. I started thinking maybe he WAS studying physical therapy. 

I tried not to make it obvious that I was staring at Troy handling my mother's feet, as she gratefully accepted his footrub for "healing" purposes. He knew not to overplay his hand though, and eventually begrudgingly put her feet back on the ground and plopped back down on the other couch. We had a drink or two more and it was getting late. Tonight was going to be groundwork apparently. 

As I started stretching and talking about hitting the hay, Troy suggested "Quick bowl before bed?" I nodded, on the same page as usual. He looked to my mother to offer her to join us, she nodded.

We stepped outside. I grabbed the bowl, still with a decent dose of unspent bud. I ripped it hard and long, tapping out the rest of it. Troy looked at me, half impressed. "Guess I'll grind up some more." 

I saw a chance to give them some one on one time so I nodded. "Yeah, I'm crashing fast though, goodnight!" And with that I hustled up the stairs into the home office, looking directly over the patio area, slowly closing the door behind me. I couldn't see them as they were directly below, but I could hear every word clearly through the slightly cracked window. 

It was dark and I left the lights off, curling up below the window ledge listening.

I don't recall every word but the conversation was pretty casual. Not small talk but no deep topics being discussed. The craziness of the world right now, summer vacation plans if they were allowed to happen, etc. Eventually I heard the lighter flick, he was hitting the bowl again. Troy began discussing a trip he'd told me he would be taking this summer to visit some buddies in Cali. He said he'd taken the trip the previous year and that it was just a week of partying, hitting the beach, etc.

My mother laughed, perhaps putting it off as youthful antics, or perhaps thinking of her own youth. Troy joked, edging into flirting territory, asking her if she enjoyed going out, dancing, etc.

She seemed to be shrugging it off from what I could hear. "Not too much dancing on these arches I suppose". 

"Want any medicine?" Troy chuckled. No words but I heard the lighter flick followed by my mother's cough. She was hitting the bowl again.

"Easy now" he laughed again. "That'll help. How's it feeling by the way?"

"A lot better thanks" she said. From the sound of an inhale it sounded like she was hitting the bowl again already. 

"Let me know if you need another quick pressure point squeeze" Troy said. I smiled to myself, god I respect how he made it sound so technical. Not something even remotely sexual like a foot rub, no, a 'pressure point squeeze'.

"Sure might as well just nip it in the bud" she said. I smiled again, her tone of voice, phrases she never used, she was high.

"Bit chilly. Want to head in and grab a nightcap?" she offered.

"What's that" Troy responded. I rolled my eyes.

"Boy, you've never heard of a nightcap?" she laughed. "It's a drink before bed"

"Oh sure" Troy chuckled at his own stupidity. "Swell idea". I laughed again, he was high too. And shit was I.

I paused. I wasn't going to be able to hear them anymore from the office. My best bet was the laundry room right at the top of the stairs. I put my ear to the door and listened for them heading towards the kitchen to grab drinks. As soon as the noise of the fridge and clinking glasses started I quietly but quickly crept from the office and over towards the laundry room. Thank god for carpeted floors. I sat in the corner, leaving the door cracked open but sure I wouldn't be seen unless one of them happened to walk into the laundry room.

They were a lot quieter now, possibly making sure they wouldn't wake me. I couldn't hear much except for the occasional laugh that my mother quickly stifled. I know I was putting my own hopes on it but it the muffled talking sounded so flirty.

I had no idea what was going on but no way to find out. I figured if there was an opening, Troy would be making a smooth, calculated move.

The muted chit chat continued, when disappointingly, they began to say their good nights. The voices grew a bit louder as they left the living room. Troy walking towards his guest room by the foot of the stairs, my mother just toward the stairs.

"You're sure you can climb those stairs?" Troy said, his voice clear now, echoing up the stairwell. "Don't need me to carry you?" My mother giggled. "Or another footrub?" He called it a rub this time, clearly letting the flirting kick in. 

Silence filled the air, I could almost hear my heart. "Honestly it's no trouble, it's almost like schoolwork to me" he continued. 

My mother must have nodded because next I hear footsteps towards the guest room and the door shutting. I stood up and stopped at the top of the stairs. Can't hear a damn thing now. My only option was to sneak into the downstairs bathroom sharing the wall with the guest room. I had to just do it I breathed. I'm not doing anything wrong by just going downstairs, it's my house. But what if she snaps back to reality from hearing me? Fuck it, I can do this. Quietly and slowly, what felt like 10 minutes but must've been 60 seconds, I made it down the stairs. I froze. No noise. I crept over to the bathroom and quietly closed the door behind me. I stepped into the bathtub which shared its wall with the guest room. It never got used and was a little gross but I slid down quietly. I could hear them, almost perfectly.

Troy was still rubbing her foot apparently. "You're a godsend, visit anytime" she joked. 

After a few more minutes "Well that'll just about do it" Troy said.

"Aw poo" my mother pouted. 

He laughed, "can always take another crack at it in the morning if its still sore"

"Well thank you. You sure you'll be alright in here? Sure its not too warm?"

"Nah I'll be fine" Troy said. I heard his shirt crumble to the floor. "Sleep pretty light clothed anyway"

My mother was silent. Troy's voice was getting lower "Can make it work." it sounded like he was whispering to her almost. Were they getting closer?

Then a clear sound...kissing....

To be continued...

Well that's certainly enough typing for one day. I'll be chronicling the rest of this night soon. I have plenty of notes on my phone to remind me of every little detail.