Algebra Crush

You leave for class still seeing the outline of her nipples through that thin night shirt and the flash of her bare ass as she asked how the last video stacked up. You try to focus. It doesn’t last.

By mid-morning your phone buzzes.

Mom: Still thinking about the videos, baby? Tell me what you thought when you get a second.

You silence it and sit through the lecture. Twenty minutes later another text.

Mom: Be honest. Which one keeps replaying in your head the most?

You hold out until lunch before you finally type back, thumbs moving almost on their own.

You: The one with you and Mrs. Steel… it was really hot watching the two of you together.

The reply comes almost immediately.

Mom: Good boy. Mommy liked that answer. Keep your phone close.

An hour later, while you’re walking across campus, a new video message arrives. No caption. Just the file.

You duck into an empty hallway and open it.

The video starts in a bright, tidy bedroom you don’t recognize. Your mom is already naked on the bed, gold chain resting between her tits, dark braid over one shoulder. Lying beside her, also completely naked, is the girl from your college algebra class—the one you’ve been trying to get a date with for weeks. Same long hair, same soft face, same body you’ve stared at across the lecture hall. She’s flushed and already breathing hard.

Your mom looks straight into the camera with that familiar filthy smile and trails her fingers down the girl’s stomach.

“Hi baby. Since you said watching me with Mrs. Steel was so hot… I thought I’d give you something even better. You know her, right? From your algebra class. She was very sweet when I told her how much you liked seeing Mommy with another woman.”

The girl—let’s call her the name you’ve heard in class—bites her lip and glances at the camera, clearly a little nervous but already turned on. Your mom leans over and kisses her, slow and deep, one hand cupping her breast. The girl moans softly into her mouth.

They shift. Your mom lays her back against the pillows and starts kissing down her neck, over her tits, sucking each nipple until they’re wet and stiff. The girl arches and threads her fingers into your mom’s braid. Your mom keeps going lower, spreading the girl’s thighs and settling between them.

“Watch closely, baby,” your mom murmurs right before she lowers her mouth. “Mommy’s going to eat this pretty little pussy while you watch.”

She starts with long, slow licks, then focuses on the girl’s clit with tight, rapid circles of her tongue. The girl moans louder, hips rolling up to meet every stroke. Your mom slides two fingers inside her and curls them while she sucks, the wet sounds clear and filthy. The girl’s thighs start to tremble.

“Fuck… that feels so good—” the girl gasps, one hand still buried in your mom’s hair.

Your mom keeps working her steadily until the girl comes hard—back arching, a sharp cry spilling out of her as her cunt clamps around your mom’s fingers and clear wetness coats her lips and chin. Your mom licks her through it, then rises up, wipes her shiny mouth, and kisses the girl again so she can taste herself.

They switch. The girl from your algebra class ends up between your mom’s spread thighs, a little less experienced but clearly eager. She licks and sucks at your mom’s cunt the way your mom just showed her, two fingers pumping in and out. Your mom watches the camera the entire time, eyes half-lidded, one hand resting on the back of the girl’s head.

“That’s it… good girl… right there… Mommy’s going to cum on your tongue for my baby to see—”

She comes with a low, broken moan, thighs tightening around the girl’s head, hips rolling as she grinds out every pulse of the orgasm. The girl keeps licking until your mom gently pulls her up.

They finish in a tight scissor, legs tangled, cunts pressed together, grinding in slow, wet circles while they kiss. Your mom’s hand stays between them, rubbing both their clits at once. The girl comes first this time, shaking and moaning into your mom’s mouth. Your mom follows right after, a longer, deeper cry as she grinds hard and soaks both of them.

When they finally still, your mom looks at the camera again, lips swollen, the girl still nestled against her side, both of them shiny and flushed.

“There you go, baby. Mommy and the girl you’ve been trying to date. Hope you enjoy every second of it.”

The video ends on a close-up of their still-pressed, glistening bodies and the gold chain resting against your mom’s sweaty chest.

A final text follows immediately.

Mom: That one was just for you. Tell me later how many times you watched it… and whether you still think you have a chance with her.

You stand in the empty hallway with your phone still in your hand, the image of your mom and the girl from algebra class locked together burned into your head, and the rest of the day suddenly feels impossible.