Skip to content This is part 2, for part 1: I fucked my mother’s friend
*****
Lexi’s phone buzzed while she was still straddling me, her tits slick with sweat and her thighs sticky against my hips. I was so blissed-out from cumming inside her, I barely noticed, until she grinned and reached for her phone, not even bothering to pull her tank top back on.
“Oooh, guess who,” she said, holding the phone up so I could see. It was a text from my mother, timestamped a minute ago, and the preview just said: “u up yet? I need to see you. Feeling a bit horny:)”
Lexi giggled, then thumbed it open. “She’s so predictable. If she gets laid she wants pancakes, if she doesn’t, she wants a double espresso and for someone to listen to her bitch about it.”
I tried not to read too much into “if she gets laid.” I also tried not to stare at the creamy fullness of Lexi’s chest, the way she just sat there with my cum trickling out of her and onto the sofa like it was no big deal.
Lexi locked eyes with me. “Want to see something fun?”
“Always,” I said, throat dry.
She clicked into her messages and flashed the thread at me. Brandi: “Lex, you have to come over. I’m literally dying. Also I had the craziest dream about you last night and now I can’t get it out of my head.” Lexi typed back instantly. Then she winked and started pulling on her shorts. No underwear, so the move was a one-handed, hop-and-jiggle that almost let me see all the way up to the fire stripe above her pussy.
She didn’t bother with a bra, just yanked her tank back on, then twisted her hair up into a knot and slipped on the cheapest flip flops I’d ever seen.
“You coming or what?” she asked, grabbing her keys.
“I thought I was supposed to stay put?”
She paused by the door and shot me a look. “You think I’m walking into that den of depravity alone? You’re coming, Ryan. And so is your mom, if I do my job right.”
I didn’t know if she was kidding. I stood and followed her, only half-dressed in a T-shirt and gym shorts that still clung to my dick like shrink-wrap. Lexi saw the state of me, did a dramatic double take, and grinned. “Damn, you don’t even try to hide it. Good.”
She kept glancing back as we crossed the yard, smiling like we were in on the world’s filthiest secret. Next door, she pulled me up onto the porch and whispered, “You wait in the living room. Don’t move. Got it?”
“What are you—?”
She ringed her finger around my lips. “No talking. Just enjoy the show.” Then she opened the door and yelled, “Special delivery!” before I could get a word in.
I stepped inside after her, still blinking at the sudden switch from morning sunlight to the perfect, icy AC of Lexi’s house. The living room looked messy, with clean laundry in baskets, a stack of fashion magazines fanned across the coffee table, and a smell of floral Febreze and last night’s wine. I could hear my mother somewhere upstairs, shower running or maybe the faucet, but it was hard to tell.
Lexi sauntered into the kitchen and started prepping the espresso then padded off toward the stairs, coffee in hand and those insane thighs flexing with every step.
I heard the two of them before I saw anything. Brandi’s voice, tired but hungry: “You are a literal angel. I owe you my firstborn.” Lexi: “You keep offering, but you never deliver.” Then laughter, warm and close. “God, I feel a bit off. I can’t believe I drank that much.”
“Don’t blame the wine, blame yourself. Or better, blame me.”
Their conversation went half-muffled as they headed down the hallway. I heard a door shut, a low, throaty giggle, then a wet slap. “Did you just—?”
“I did,” Lexi cackled. “Don’t act surprised. You’ve got a perfect ass and you never use it.”
“You’re out of control.” But Brandi didn’t sound angry. She sounded delighted as if spanking each other’s asses was a normal occurrence. “I wish I could just shower for a year.”
Lexi’s voice: “I could help. You want company, or privacy?”
Pause. Brandi, a little breathless: “Company. But only if you behave.”
“You know I won’t,” Lexi said.
Another wet slap, followed by the squeak of bare feet on tile, and the shower turning on. I sat on the living room couch, dick chubbing up again, and told myself not to eavesdrop. Ten seconds later, I was tiptoeing up the stairs, bare feet silent on the carpet, the rush in my ears way louder than the sound of the running water.
Lexi’s bathroom was at the end of the hall, door pulled to but not locked. I got close and peered through the little gap in the door frame. Steam fogged the mirror and made the air heavy with coconut shampoo and hot, wet skin.
Brandi was already naked, pale and golden from tanlines, her tits hanging full and heavy. Lexi, in her tank and nothing else, had snuck up behind her and was kissing down her neck, hands roaming freely. My mom laughed and tried to twist away, but Lexi just spun her and pressed her back against the marble counter, all the while hot water streamed down them.
I held my breath, because the view was insane. My mother’s legendary tits wobbled and settled, the nipples big and pink and totally hard, while Lexi trailed kisses down her chest and sucked one between her lips. Brandi grabbed at the shower, breath coming short, her head falling back as Lexi lavished her, lapping slow circles around her nipples.
Lexi’s hands found Brandi’s ass, squeezed, then slipped one between her thighs. My mother’s legs trembled a little, like she wasn’t used to being handled this way, or maybe she just liked it too much. Lexi worked her lower and lower, kissing down my mom’s stomach, past the little curve of her belly, down to where the dark-blonde triangle of her pubic hair started.
I could see everything. I could see the flush spreading up Brandi’s chest, the way her nipples looked swollen, the heat radiating from her skin. I wanted to touch myself but didn’t dare; it was enough just to watch.
Lexi knelt in front of her, nudged Brandi’s thighs wider, and started eating her pussy like she’d been starving for it. Brandi gasped and tried to muffle herself with her hand, but Lexi just kept going, tongue working in slow, steady laps.
The steam was getting thicker and soon I couldn’t see anything. I backed away from the door, hard as iron. I stumbled downstairs, heart pounding, barely able to breathe.
*****
After half an hour, I heard them coming, giggling, the sound of feet skidding on wood, towels swishing. I tried to look casual, but my shorts made it obvious I was anything but.
Lexi led the way, towel around her neck and nothing else. Brandi followed, wrapped in a fluffy white towel that barely covered her ass. She froze when she saw me, eyes wide, cheeks flushed from more than just the hot water.
“Ryan!” she said, surprised. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
I mumbled something about coffee, but Lexi just sat down next to me and pulled Brandi onto the couch, sandwiching me between the two hottest women I’d ever seen.
Brandi clutched the towel tight, but it did nothing to hide the fact that her nipples were poking straight through. Lexi leaned into my shoulder, skin warm and dewy, and said, “You want to tell your mom what happened, or should I?”
Brandi’s eyebrows shot up. “What happened? Did you break something?”
Lexi laughed, then fixed her eyes on my mom. “No, Brandi. I broke your son.”
Brandi turned to me, genuinely worried. “Are you okay?”
Lexi didn’t let me answer. “He’s better than okay. He’s fantastic. You raised a fucking stallion, Brandi.”
Brandi blushed deeper, but didn’t look away. “Oh, honey…”
Lexi grinned, nudged her thigh against mine, and said, “I fucked him this morning, raw. He filled me up so hard I’m still dripping.” She licked her lips, not even pretending to be subtle.
Brandi looked from Lexi to me, mouth open in total shock. “Lexi!”
“What? He’s a grown man, Brandi. And you should’ve seen the look on his face when I told him I was going to make you next.”
Brandi’s eyes got even wider. “You did what?”
Lexi smirked. “I made him promise to fuck you while I watched.”
The room went silent, except for my own pulse thrumming in my ears. My mom looked at me, searching my face for some sign that this was a joke, but I couldn’t say anything. My hands were shaking. My cock was throbbing.
“Lexi, you can’t just—” Brandi started, but Lexi interrupted.
“Don’t act like you never thought about it.” Lexi leaned closer, voice dropping. “I see the way you look at him. I’ve heard you talk about him when you’re drunk, how hot he’s gotten, how you wish he wasn’t your kid just so you could see what he’s packing.”
“Lexi!” Brandi hissed, but her cheeks flamed and she shifted in her seat, thighs pressing together.
“It’s not wrong if you both want it,” Lexi said. “He watched us last night. He liked it. So did I. So did you, if you’re being honest.”
Brandi stared at her lap, silent. The only sound was my own shallow breathing.
Lexi reached for Brandi’s hand, squeezed it. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. But I think you want this more than you’re willing to say out loud.”
Brandi finally looked at me. Her blue-green eyes were shiny, searching, a little afraid but also hungry.
“Ryan?” she said, barely above a whisper. “Is this something you want?”
I couldn’t make my voice work. I just nodded.
Brandi’s lips parted, her tongue flicked out to wet them. For a second she looked like she might bolt, but she didn’t move. She just squeezed Lexi’s hand back, and said, “If this is really what you want … then yes. I want it, too.”
Lexi let out a low whistle. “God, you two are perfect.”
Brandi shot her a look, but it was only half-serious. “We’re crazy,” she muttered, but she didn’t get up, didn’t run.
Lexi pulled us both closer on the couch. “Let’s take it slow. No pressure. We just do what feels right, okay?”
Brandi nodded, then turned to me, towel slipping a little. I could see the full curve of her tits, nipples rosy and stiff, the valley between them impossibly deep.
I was so hard I thought I might tear my shorts. Lexi saw, smiled, and nudged Brandi’s thigh. “See? Told you. He’s an animal.”
Brandi shook her head, smiling now too, and reached over to cup my face, her touch gentle and trembling. “My sweet boy,” she whispered, and kissed my cheek.
Lexi winked. “Just wait until you see what he can do, Brandi.”
Lexi didn’t give anyone a chance to back out. She hooked her finger under the edge of Brandi’s towel and gave a sharp tug, and suddenly my mother was naked except for the beads of water still trailing down her skin. She gasped, tried to clutch the towel back, but Lexi was already folding it neatly beside her, out of reach.
Brandi’s whole body flushed pink, her enormous breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath. They were even bigger than I’d remembered from the window: heavy, soft, and deeply natural, the kind of tits that pulled the eye down and held it. Her cleavage was a deep, shadowed valley, the full weight of both breasts pressing together so the soft inner curves formed a tight, plush line that ran all the way to the underside of her collarbones. The outer slopes were wide and heavy, the skin pale and smooth except where faint blue veins showed through near the tops. Her nipples sat high on the full lower curve, swollen and pink, already stiff and pointed straight at me like they knew exactly what they were doing. Every breath made the whole heavy shape shift and settle, the soft weight of them moving with a slow, hypnotic roll. Her hips flared out to a wide, soft stomach, her legs pressed together in a reflex of embarrassment, but the creamy skin made her look like a goddess carved out of butter. Every part of her felt shockingly real, and even though it was my mother, or maybe because of it, I couldn’t look away.
Lexi’s eyes sparkled. “Brandi, you are fucking gorgeous. If I didn’t just get my face between your legs upstairs I’d be dying to eat you right now.” She nudged Brandi’s knee with her own, then turned to me. “See what I mean? She’s insane. You get to fuck that, Ryan. I’m jealous.”
Brandi leaned forward and kissed me. Then her tongue darted, just a hint, and I opened for her. The kiss deepened, growing messier and wetter, her hands coming up to cup my face, then sliding into my hair. I could feel her bare tits pressing against my chest through my T-shirt, the weight and heat of them making it impossible to think.
Lexi sat back, grinning. “God, you two are hot. Don’t stop for me. I’ll just be over here, enjoying the view.”
Brandi actually blushed harder, which I didn’t think was possible, but she never broke the kiss. If anything, it got hungrier. Her hand dropped to my thigh, nails raking up through the mesh of my shorts, and when she finally reached my cock she stopped, fingers trembling. “Oh my god, Lexi wasn’t lying. You’re huge.”
I wanted to die and also to fuck her senseless. I looked over at Lexi for help, and she just smirked, all “I told you so.”
Brandi’s hand found the waistband and she hesitated. “Should I…?”
I peeled off my shirt, tossing it behind me, and let her do the rest. She tugged my shorts down, freeing my cock, and stared. Not in a weird way, but like she honestly couldn’t believe it was real. She touched it gently, running her fingers down the length, then wrapped a hand around it, testing the weight. “God, it’s beautiful,” she murmured, and stroked me.
Lexi bit her lip. “Kiss it. Suck him a little, get him ready for you.”
Brandi shot Lexi a sideways glance, but she did it. She leaned down, lips parted, and let her tongue swirl the head of my cock. The feeling was so intense I nearly came on the spot. My mother moaned as she did it, eyes closing, and then took me in, just the tip, sucking softly, and making saliva run down the shaft.
Lexi’s hand slid down to her own pussy, and she started rubbing herself through her shorts, not even pretending to hide it. “Jesus, this is even hotter than I imagined.”
Brandi let go, wiped her mouth, and looked up at me. “You want me, don’t you?” She said it like a confession, like the only way to atone was to fuck me.
“Yeah,” I said.
She sat up, pushed her hair out of her face, and laid back on the couch, arms wide, legs parting to show me everything. Her pussy was perfectly trimmed, soft triangle of hair above puffy pink lips. She was soaked. It glistened even in the bad light of the living room.
I crawled between her legs, lining up. And then I pressed the tip to her opening and she arched up, taking me inside, and every worry burned to nothing.
She was hot, like, burning hot, and so wet that I slid in halfway on the first thrust. She moaned. She’d been with men before, obviously, but I could tell she wasn’t used to being stretched this way.
“Easy, honey,” she panted, clutching my shoulders. “Just go slow.”
I did, feeding it in inch by inch, enjoying every squeeze. Her pussy clung to me, rippling around my cock, and every time I moved she moaned. Then I bottomed out and stayed there for a second, buried to the root in my mother’s pussy. She was snug, like her body was gripping me on purpose, slick heat clinging all the way down my cock. Every small shift made her walls flutter and squeeze. I looked down between us. Her puffy pink lips were stretched tight around me, a soft triangle of dark blonde hair framing everything. Clear juice leaked out and ran toward her ass.
Her massive tits were right there, full and natural, the weight of them spreading across her chest, pale pink nipples stiff and swollen. I reached down and filled my hands with them. They spilled over my fingers, warm and yielding, the skin so soft. I squeezed, thumbs rolling over the hard nipples, and she moaned, arching into my touch.
They bounced lightly when I pulled back and pushed in again. The taboo of it hit harder than anything else. These were my mom’s tits in my hands. This was my mom’s tight, wet pussy taking every inch of me.
Lexi watched from the side of the couch, one hand between her own legs. “Keep going,” she said. “Fuck your mom.”
I did. I fucked her in long, steady strokes, watching her breasts move with every thrust, soft and heavy, nipples dragging against my chest when I leaned down. Her pussy clung hard on the pull-out, wet and greedy, then opened for me again when I sank back in. She was so slick I could hear it, a filthy sound every time I bottomed out. Her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me deeper.
“Ryan,” she gasped, hands sliding into my hair. “You’re really fucking me. God, you’re so deep.”
I picked up speed. Her tits bounced harder now, slapping lightly against her. I bent my head and sucked one nipple into my mouth, tongue circling the stiff peak while I kept thrusting. Her pussy got even wetter, gripping me in tight little pulses. Every time I drove in she made a broken sound and her walls fluttered around me.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, voice shaky. “Just like that. Fuck your mother. Fill me up.”
The words went straight through me. I slammed into her, deep and rough, chasing the edge. Her massive tits were crushed against my chest. Her snug pussy squeezed me hard, milking every inch. I buried myself as far as I could go and stayed there. My cock throbbed and I started to come, thick spurts pumping straight into her. Brandi moaned and locked her legs tighter, taking every drop while her cunt pulsed around me.
I kept twitching inside her until there was nothing left. When I finally pulled out, a heavy line of cum followed, leaking from her swollen, stretched lips and running down toward the couch. Her pussy looked used, pink and open, still fluttering. Her huge tits rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath, nipples still hard and shiny from my mouth.
Brandi stared up at me, dazed and flushed, a small smile on her lips. Lexi leaned in, scooped some of the mess with two fingers, and tasted it.
“Perfect,” she said. “Exactly what I wanted to see.”
I stayed between my mother’s legs, cock still half-hard and glistening, the reality of what we’d just done settling over all three of us.
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