Crushing with Paul

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.

You: The one with my best friend and Kyrsten… watching you with both of them was really hot.

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 familiar living room. Your mom is already naked on the couch, gold chain resting between her tits, dark braid over one shoulder. On either side of her sit two people you know too well: the girl from your college algebra class—the one you’ve been trying to get a date with—and your friend Paul. Both are naked. The algebra girl looks flushed and nervous but clearly turned on. Paul is already hard. His cock isn’t impressive—maybe half an inch longer and a little thicker than what you measured on yourself—but it’s still noticeably bigger than yours, just like it always looked in the locker room.

Your mom looks straight into the camera with that familiar filthy smile and reaches out to stroke Paul’s cock while her other hand rests on the girl’s thigh.

“Hi baby. Since you said watching me with your best friend and your ex was so hot… I decided to recreate it for you. You know both of them. The girl from your algebra class… and your friend Paul. He’s not the biggest Mommy’s ever taken, but he still looks a little bigger than what you’ve got.”

She leans over and kisses the algebra girl first—slow and deep—while she keeps stroking Paul. The girl melts into it, one hand sliding up to cup your mom’s breast. Then your mom drops her head and takes Paul’s cock into her mouth, sucking him wet and easy. Because he’s only modestly bigger than you, she takes him to the base without any trouble, spit already running down his shaft.

Paul groans and rests a hand on the back of her head. The algebra girl watches, biting her lip, then leans in and starts kissing your mom’s neck and playing with her tits while she sucks.

Your mom pulls off with a wet pop and looks at the camera again.

“Time to properly recreate it. Watch closely.”

She lays the algebra girl back on the couch and settles between her thighs, eating her pussy with the same hungry focus she used on Mrs. Steel and Kyrsten. Long licks, tight circles on her clit, two fingers curling inside. The girl moans and fists your mom’s braid, hips rolling up. Your mom keeps going until the girl comes hard—thighs shaking, a sharp cry spilling out of her as she grinds against your mom’s mouth.

While the girl is still trembling, your mom turns and straddles Paul, sinking down onto his cock in one smooth motion. She starts riding him with steady, rolling hips, tits bouncing, gold chain swinging. At the same time she pulls the algebra girl up so the girl can sit on her face. Your mom eats her from below while she rides Paul, the wet sounds doubling.

“Fuck… both of them at once… just like before,” your mom moans between licks. “Mommy’s cunt full of your friend’s cock… and this pretty little pussy from your algebra class on my tongue.”

Paul thrusts up into her harder. The algebra girl grinds down on your mom’s face. Your mom comes first—body locking, a muffled cry vibrating into the girl’s cunt as she cums around Paul’s shaft. The girl follows soon after, shaking and moaning while your mom keeps licking her through it.

They shift again. Paul fucks your mom from behind while she continues eating the algebra girl. The wet slap of his hips against her ass fills the room. Your mom’s moans stay loud and filthy between the girl’s thighs. Paul doesn’t last much longer—he buries himself deep and cums inside her with a low groan. When he pulls out, a thick trickle of his cum leaks from her and drips onto the couch cushion.

Your mom stays on all fours for a moment, then turns to the camera with shiny lips and a wrecked smile, the algebra girl still flushed beside her and Paul’s spent cock resting against her thigh.

“There you go, baby. Mommy recreated it for you… with the girl you’ve been trying to date and your friend who still looks a little bigger than you. Hope you enjoy every second.”

The video ends on a close-up of your mom’s cum-smeared pussy and the algebra girl’s wet thighs.

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 shot with her after seeing her cum on Mommy’s tongue.

You stand in the empty hallway with your phone still in your hand, the image of your mom, your algebra crush, and your friend Paul burned into your head, and the rest of the day suddenly feels impossible.