Skip to content My mom told me she’d be gone for the night right as I was draining the last of a Fresca, leaning against the fridge and pretending like I didn’t know why she dressed like that to “just hang out” with her best friend next door.
My mother Brandi was looking especially fuckable for a Friday. Dark blonde hair spilling in loose, beachy waves down her back. She wore a pink top that technically had sleeves but dipped off her shoulders so low you could see the curve of both tits and at least half her bra, if she’d bothered with one, which, as usual, she hadn’t. The V of her neckline plunged deep enough to make cleavage the main event and not just a side note. You could tell at a glance that her tits were the real deal: massive, heavy, barely contained by fabric, the type that bounced whenever she moved and probably made her chiropractor rich. We’re talking natural triple D’s. She’d paired that with a pair of gray sweatshorts rolled at the hip, which managed to make her ass even rounder and the tan, creamy skin of her thighs look basically edible.
She opened the freezer, bent for the ice tray, and glanced over her shoulder. I kept my eyes on the floor. “You want dinner before I leave, sweetie?”
“I’m good,” I lied, hunger suddenly not my top priority. “You’re, uh, out late?”
Brandi grinned, full lips glossy and a little smug. “Lexi wants to do a girls’ night. We’ll probably get trashed and try to watch a movie, but I’ll be back in the morning.” She filled her glass with ice and grapefruit juice, took a long pull, and then looked me up and down with a raised brow. “You know you can invite people over, right? Just because I’m not here doesn’t mean you need to go full shut-in.”
I shrugged. “Everyone’s out of town this weekend. Or at their actual colleges, which is wild, apparently.”
She leaned against the island, her hips cocked just enough to make the shorts ride up, and sipped again. “You’re not still moping about UCLA, are you?”
“Not moping,” I said, even though I kind of was. “Just didn’t feel like going out.”
She reached over and squeezed my forearm. “Then at least watch a movie and relax. Please don’t spend the whole night jerking off in your room and doomscrolling Reddit.”
I started to say something, anything, but she was already walking past, the sway of her hips hypnotic, and she paused by the door just long enough to look back. “Lock up before you go to bed, okay? Love you.”
I said it back, because that was the rule, but my mouth felt dry and my cock hard. I tried to blame it on Lexi, but I knew it wasn’t her.
*
You have to understand: my mom and Lexi weren’t just “best friends.” They were neighbors, yes, but also codependent, inseparable, and the sort of hot where, if you didn’t know them, you’d assume they were doing it. Not an if, a when. Everyone who’d ever seen them together assumed it. Hell, I’d assumed it for years before I actually heard it for myself.
Lexi was five years younger than my mom, a redhead with a voice like a shot of espresso and a gym-rat’s obsession with her own body. Not that she needed it. She was stacked, even by my mom’s standards, and her tits looked like they’d been engineered in a lab. She wore tight tanks, cutoffs, and never, ever had a hair out of place. When I was in high school, Lexi started coming over most nights after ten. Sometimes I’d hear their giggling through my bedroom wall. Sometimes I’d hear something less subtle, like moaning, or the slap of skin, or Brandi shouting “Fuck me” loud enough for the whole cul-de-sac.
The first time I ever jerked off to the sounds, I told myself it was just because of Lexi, not because of my own mom. The third time I did it, I realized I wasn’t thinking about Lexi at all.
There was a pool day last summer. I was supposed to be mowing the lawn, but I was hungover and trying to nurse a Gatorade in the shade. I could see the backyard pool from the kitchen. Lexi and my mom were “play-wrestling” on those giant inflatable pizzas, tits out everywhere, Lexi’s hand blatantly underwater on Brandi’s chest, and my mother Brandi laughing so hard she could barely breathe. They didn’t see me watching, but Lexi caught me later when she came in to pee, and she winked and said, “You know, you could join us.” I still don’t know if she meant it.
*
When the front door clicked, I wandered the house for ten minutes pretending I wasn’t just counting the seconds until I could look out my bedroom window. Next door was only twenty feet of grass away, if Lexi opened her blinds, you could see her whole bedroom from my place, no binoculars required. I felt like a perv for even thinking about it, but who was I kidding? I was already rock hard under my shorts.
The lights in Lexi’s house were on but the curtain was barely even a suggestion. I could see straight in: Brandi, already barefoot, perched on the edge of Lexi’s mattress. Lexi was kneeling in front of her, hands on Brandi’s knees, face close, laughing about something. They were so easy together. Touchy, always in each other’s space. Brandi’s hair was down now, falling around her shoulders like she’d just come in from a convertible. Lexi’s mane was this bright, fuck-you orange, impossible to miss even at night.
Lexi said something and Brandi laughed, tossing her head back. I could see every line of her neck, the smooth column down to her collarbones, the swell of those insane tits pressing against the pink top. Lexi reached for the hem, slipped her hands up, and just like that my mom was topless, her nipples flushed and stiff, the weight of her chest hanging heavy and perfect.
I heard my own heartbeat like someone was turning up a dial in my head. I told myself to look away, to close the blinds, but I kept watching. I told myself it was just curiosity. Or just Lexi. It didn’t matter.
Lexi tugged Brandi onto her back then crawled up and planted a wet kiss right between her boobs, sucking and nibbling while my mother arched into her. The two of them moved together like they’d done this a thousand times, which, okay, they probably had. I’d never actually seen my mom get eaten out, but there was zero mystery about what was happening.
Lexi slid down, working Brandi’s shorts over her ass and tossing them aside. She spread my mom’s thighs, not even pretending to be shy, and leaned in. I couldn’t hear anything, but I could read Brandi’s lips: “Holy fuck, yes.” Her head rolled, her hands gripping at the sheet, her stomach fluttering with every breath.
I was fully hard now, pressing a palm to my crotch and feeling the insane heat of it, the guilt mixing with a thrill so sharp I almost wanted to puke. I should have left, but I kept watching.
Brandi had a neat triangle of hair above her pussy. Something I’d never wanted to know about, but there it was, center stage. Lexi’s face was buried in it, her shoulders flexing as she worked. Brandi’s face turned red, then deeper, her mouth open in an O, her back arching. She pinched her own nipples, rolling them between two fingers, until her whole body spasmed and she pressed Lexi’s head in place with both hands.
That was when Lexi looked up … directly at me. She had Brandi’s slick all over her chin. She licked her lips and then smiled. Even from across the yards I could see her eyes narrow, her mouth curve, the challenge in it.
I stumbled back from the window, heart pounding. My shorts were tented, leaking. I was embarrassed, but also so fucking hard I couldn’t think. I tried to close the blinds, but my hands shook. I ducked into the bathroom and splashed water on my face, like that would do anything.
When I finally went back to my room, the lights next door were still on. I didn’t dare look. I lay in bed for hours, strung out, thinking about the look Lexi gave me, and the way my mom’s tits shook when she came, and the sick, sweet itch that wouldn’t leave my chest no matter how many times I jerked off. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the two of them together.
I tried to tell myself it was just Lexi. But in the end, I knew who I was really watching.
******
I didn’t sleep. Maybe I dozed off for an hour, but every time I closed my eyes I saw Lexi, eyes locked on me, tongue dragging over her lips with my mom’s juice on her chin. I tried to jerk off again, just to get it out of my system, but it didn’t help. I only got harder. I only wanted it more.
In the morning, the house was dead quiet. No Mom making coffee, no scent of her shampoo from the bathroom, no background noise except my own pulse. My morning wood was obnoxious. After I dressed, I made eggs, fumbled a shell into the skillet, and gave up halfway through eating, appetite gone.
Someone knocked at 10:15. I knew who it was before I opened the door. Only Lexi knocked like a playful teen.
She stood on the porch wearing a tank that looked painted onto her tits and a pair of runner’s shorts that hugged her hips like a second skin. Her legs were tan, muscular, and shaved to gleam in the sun. She had on zero makeup except for thick eyeliner, and her red hair was loose that made her look younger and sexier.
“Hey, Ryan.” She grinned, sunglasses perched on her head, eyes bright as hell. “Can I come in?”
“Uh, yeah. Sure.” I stepped back, which felt way too formal for someone who’d just spent the night eating my mom’s pussy, but I had no script for this. “You want something to drink?”
She strolled in, checking out the kitchen, then flopped onto the couch and stretched out. “I’ll take water. Or coffee if you made it.”
I brought her both, because why not. She patted the spot on the sofa next to her. “Sit, sit. I want to talk to you.”
The tone was friendly, but it made me sweat. I sat, arms crossed over the waistband of my shorts so she wouldn’t see the bulge that had been there all morning.
Lexi took a long drink, then fixed me with this predatory stare. “You had fun last night?”
“W-what?”
She grinned wider. “Don’t play dumb, I saw you at your window. You were watching us. Got a good show?”
“I … I wasn’t—”
She cut me off with a snort, laughing. “Don’t worry. I liked it. Honestly, it was hot as fuck.” She leaned closer, voice dropping. “Were you thinking about me? Or your mom?”
I should have lied. I tried. “I wasn’t … I mean, I was just—” I trailed off, hopeless.
Lexi’s hand found my thigh. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. Most guys your age would lose their shit to see that.”
I stared at the carpet. “It’s just… she’s my mom.”
“Yeah,” Lexi said, low and almost sultry. “And that’s what makes it so fucking hot.”
I looked up at her then, and the way she was watching me made my cock throb. She really did get off on this. Not just the sex … watching, pushing buttons, the taboo of it all. I’d always figured she was a little wild, but I’d never guessed this.
She scooted even closer, her bare knee touching mine. “You ever think about her like that?” she said, voice barely a whisper. “Ever jerk off to her?”
I tried to say no. I really did. “Sometimes.”
Lexi squeezed my leg, fingers digging into muscle. “That’s normal. She’s a fucking knockout.”
I tried to laugh it off. “You’re kind of a knockout too.”
She gave me a look, then rolled her eyes playfully. “That’s sweet. But you don’t think about me the way you think about her, do you?”
I shook my head. “No, I mean … I don’t know. It’s just different.”
She tilted her head, then smiled. “I want to make you an offer, Ryan.”
I swallowed hard. “What kind of offer?”
Lexi glanced at the hallway, as if to check if Brandi might walk in. She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial hush. “I want to fuck you.”
I blinked. “What?”
She laughed, then swung a leg over my lap, straddling me. The move was so confident, so aggressive, it caught me completely off guard. Her hands slid up my arms, then linked behind my neck.
“But there’s a catch,” she said, eyes shining. “If I fuck you, you have to fuck your mother. I want to watch.”
“You want… me… to fuck my mom?”
Lexi ground her hips on my lap, her ass settling against my cock through the mesh of my shorts. “God, you’re hard already. You like that idea?”
I didn’t answer, but my body did. I felt myself leaking, pressed flat between her and my waistband.
Lexi rocked gently, dragging her pussy over my outline. “You can have me any way you want. Raw. I’ll let you come inside, fill me up, do whatever you want. But after, you do her the same way. No pulling out. No acting shy. I want to see it happen.”
I swallowed. “She’s my mom.”
Lexi’s eyes got softer, almost tender. “And I promise, she’ll love it. She’s wanted you for longer than you think. She just needs a little push.”
I looked away, heart hammering. “I don’t know if I can do that.”
Lexi’s hand cupped my jaw, making me meet her gaze. “You can,” she said. “Trust me.”
“You’re really into this?”
“I have an incest fetish … and the fact that I’m your mom’s friend makes it even better. That’s another fetish. Kill two birds with one stone… or in this case, two pussies with one hard cock.”
She made me laugh. “Only if she would be comfortable about it.”
“Oh, she will … so do we have a deal?”
“Yes.”
She climbed off my lap then, but only to kneel on the carpet between my legs. She pulled my shorts down in one smooth move, my cock springing out, wet at the tip. She wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a slow stroke.
“God, you’re big,” she murmured. “Bet she’d cum in seconds on this.”
She licked up the underside, then took the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the crown. I groaned, unable to hold back.
Lexi sucked me deeply, making little noises in her throat that sounded so fucking sincere. She was good at this … better than anyone I’d ever had, not that the list was long. She kept one hand pumping the base, the other trailing up my chest, fingers teasing my abs. She looked up at me as she sucked and slobbered over my cock, red hair falling across her face, eyes daring me not to finish right then. “Geez, Lexi, I’m gonna cum.”
She came off with a wet pop and spar right at the tip, her saliva ran down my shaft.
“See? That wasn’t so bad,” she teased. “You’re gonna love what’s next.”
Before I could answer, she shucked her tank top and then her tits spilled free, jiggled and bounced till they found equilibrium. And gosh her boobs were amazing: full and perky, natural, with pale pink nipples that got hard as soon as she touched them. She pulled her shorts down, revealing a tiny patch of red hair above her pussy.
Lexi straddled me again, this time skin to skin. She reached down, lined me up, and sank onto my cock in one slow, delicious slide. She was hot, tight, and wet as fuck. I groaned, unable to help myself.
She grinded in slow circles, her hands on my shoulders. Then she leaned in, pressing her tits to my face.
“Bite them,” she said. “Suck like you mean it.”
I did, taking a nipple between my lips, grazing it with teeth. She gasped, digging her nails into my back.
She rode me harder, faster, hips slapping against me. Her tits bounced in my face, sweat slicking our skin. I grabbed her ass, pulling her down harder, and she laughed, breathless.
“God, you fuck like a champion,” she said, then moaned loud, riding me even rougher.
She rode me hard, hips snapping, the wet slap of her ass filling the house. Her natural D’s bounced in my face, pale pink nipples stiff, red hair sticking to her neck. I grabbed her ass and pulled her down harder. She was so tight my cock had to force every inch, her walls clinging and gripping like they didn’t want to let go.
“Fuck,” she gasped, nails in my shoulders. “Imagine it’s her. Imagine your mom’s tight little incestuous pussy wrapped around you instead of mine.”
“Oh, yeah,” I said as her dirty words just made me harder.
“Why don’t you fuck me doggy?”
I flipped her onto her hands and knees on the couch. She laughed and shoved her ass back at me. I lined up and drove in. Doggy let me see everything: her round ass spreading, the neat strip of red hair above her pussy, the way her lips stretched around my cock and clung every time I pulled back. She was dripping, honey running down her thighs. I fucked her hard, watching her ass jiggle with every thrust, her tits swinging under her.
“God, you’re deep,” she moaned, pushing back. “Think about her like this. Your mom on her knees, that big ass up, those huge tits hanging while you stretch her open. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah, I would.” I gripped her hips and kept going, the heat and the tight cling of her pussy making it hard to think. She clenched around me on purpose, milking me, and I had to slow down or I’d finish too soon.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her thighs wide in missionary. She hooked her knees over my arms so she stayed spread and pinned. Her tits spilled free and bounced every time I slammed in. I drove deep, grinding so the head of my cock pressed against the softest spot inside her. Her pussy clung hard, sucking me in, wet and hot and perfect.
“Fill me,” she whispered against my ear, voice low and filthy but not screaming it. “Raw. Every drop. Then you’re gonna do the same thing to your mom while I watch. Imagine it’s her tight pussy getting flooded right now. Imagine your mother moaning your name while you stretch her open just like this.”
That was enough. I buried myself to the hilt and stayed there, cock pulsing as I unloaded inside her. Thick spurts filled her, and she locked her legs around me, grinding up to take every drop while she whispered against my neck.
“That’s it. Fill me. Now picture it’s her.”
I stayed buried until the last twitch faded, breathing hard against her skin. When I finally pulled out, a thick strand of cum followed, leaking from her swollen, glistening lips onto the couch. She reached down, pushed two fingers through the mess, and held them up between us, shiny and dripping.
“Remember the deal,” she said, still smiling. “Brandi’s next. And I’m going to be right there when you stretch her open and fill her the same way.”
I nodded, cock still half hard and glistening with her and me mixed together. Even if it was taboo, it was the best orgasm of my life. And I wondered if any other would possibly be able to top it. I thought of my mom, and it was so forbidden that I became hard again. Lexi’s grin widened, and I knew I had to fulfill my end of the deal.
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