John is thirsty

"I would love a drink, thank you Sam" John said trying to sound as much like his mother as possible, as Sam left john began to think, 'Get it together, you can't think about your friend like that, we need to just keep our cool and then we can leave and go back home'. The more John thought about Sam the more aroused he was getting he was pent up and his mind kept playing back to times he'd spent with Sam, when Sam had fought bullies on his behalf, Sam was such a good friend why shouldn't he fuck hi... 'NO' john thought cutting off his filthy mind, 'We are not doing this, apart from anything Sam lived with his parents they would get caught.... Wait where are Sam's parents it was weird that John hadn't seen them'. "Are your parents home Sam?" John called out to the kitchen, "No they have gone away for the weekend" John gulped at the realisation it was just him and his friend in the house, John knowing full well from Sam's crass comments about his mum growing up that Sam would very likely be willing to fuck him if John couldn't get it together.

In the kitchen Sam went over what was going on in his head 'who goes to their friends son for opinions on jewelry, Mrs Doe had never asked him for his opinion for any other jewelry, and especially who does that when they aren't wearing a bra' Sam thought 'No one would do that..... Unless, that was the point, if Johns mother had came here with the intention of having Sam look at her tit's'. Sam's face erupted into a grin, he couldn't believe his luck, he'd wanted to fuck his friends hot mum for as long as he could remember, she was the perfect MILF in his eyes, and now she had come over here and done that on a weekend when his parents were away as well. If Sam believed in a god he would have dropped to his knees in thanks because this had worked out perfectly. Now all he needed to do was help his friend's mum along, eyeing up the liquor cabinet Sam got an idea, he knew from parties that John's mum was a bit of a lightweight and her being a little bit drunk would probably cloud any doubts she would have about cheating on her husband.

"Hey I'm gonna make an alcoholic drink for myself do you want one Mrs Doe?" Sam called out, John upon hearing this felt a small respite of relief. **** wasn't called liquid confidence for nothing John thought, 'if I drink a little, I'll have the confidence to reject Sam when the time comes'. "Yeah I'll have what you're having" John replied.

His friends mothers response was music to Sam's ears, he quickly started making 2 whiskey and cokes, he had made them identically at first but then he craned his neck to get a quick glance at the Milf on his couch and resolved to make hers twice as strong, just to be sure. Sam brought the drinks in making a point to take a sip from the less strong drink before he sat down to mark which one was his.

As John watched Sam walk in his eye wandered his friends athletic body, fuck he needed this confidence now. Sam placed the drinks down and John grabbed the glass Sam hadn't drank from and downed his drink in one, his throat feeling the burn from the strong drink as it warmed him to his core. John's heart pounding in his chest as he set his empty glass down and looked at his friend.