Come Friday: (Guest Publication) By Anonymous.

Come Friday1

There were 2 things that bothered Ryan about the weekends. 

1 - As it got closer to each weekend, his single-mom reminded him more and more what a cougar she was. 

However she put it, she always said it with a big grin on her face.

She would go to his closet, pull the previous year’s school yearbook out, sit on his bed, and rock back and forth, biting her lower lip, and dwelling on certain pages – mostly the pictures of school teams and squealing every so often. 

Sometimes it would come out more like a purr or even a snarl.

2 – The closer it got to each weekend, the more his buddies would come up to him and ask things like “Hey, Ryan are you & your mom doing that thing you do this weekend?” 

However they put it, it always got him irritable and they were sensitive to that – and apologetic -- because they did not want to tick him off and get a “No!”.

Ryan never said “No!” even though the thought grossed him out thoroughly. 

He always grumbled a quiet “Yeah. Just shut up about it though.” 

He knew that his mom was swapping bodies with him on the weekends partly to help him boost his popularity & also, he felt as though his mom benefitted from the break it gave her. 

As she had worked so hard to raise him by herself. 

Even now, she spent so much time listening to him talk about his social problems, dating, and such. 

She spent so much of her time with his ups and downs with his new girlfriend, Kitty, about the excitement and challenges of having a pretty and athletic babe of a girlfriend who was on the ladies’ rugby, volleyball, and diving teams.

 His mom needed a chance to live a life of her own and . . . um . . . “party”.

Also, deep down, (though he couldn’t understand it during the week) he knew he actually seemed to enjoy these weekends too. When he tried to remember why, he just felt disgusted.

Come Friday 2

But, come Friday afternoon, Ryan’s mom would step out of the shower, put on perfume that her son had chosen, and hurry him to strip naked.

She always told him not to bother showering, that she would look after the grooming after the swap.

She would beckon him over.

He would shuffle over as though to his own execution and she would pull their 2 bodies together. 

After about 10 seconds, they would step back from each other, gasping, Ryan with clitoral and nipple erections and his mom with a penile one.

For the first time all day, Ryan would smile – a huge grin using his mom’s mouth. His mom would be grinning using his mouth. 

They were a mother-son team. She would take him to her closet to show him some sexy costumes and lingerie and things that he could wear on her body over the weekend.

She would shower and groom Ryan’s body and put on clothes and cologne that she had chosen before handing her body and hormones over to her son.

Soon Ryan’s buddies would arrive.

Most of them brought gifts of some kind. 

The ones who hadn’t, always learned that they should next time from the ones who had.

Ryan’s mom always had the house stocked with snacks and other provisions for the weekend. 

Kitty would show up too but she wouldn’t stay long. 

She and his mom, hand in hand, would leave the house and his mom’s body to him and his boys.

Kitty seemed about as excited by the arrangements as everybody else.

By the time Ryan was alone with the guys, his mom’s estrogen would be thoroughly affecting his mind and then he would remember why he enjoyed these weekends so much. 

He would use his mom’s mouth to smile again then use that and the rest of her body to do many other things too before the weekend was over.

THE END