Friends

A few days later your phone lights up again.

This time it’s your best friend. The contact photo is still the two of you from senior year.

Best Friend: Guess who I ran into.

A video is attached. You open it.

The screen fills with a close-up of Kyrsten’s face—your ex-girlfriend. Her eyes are rolled back, mouth open in a continuous, broken moan. She’s completely lost in it, body writhing, thighs shaking hard around someone’s head. The wet, rhythmic sounds of a tongue working her open are loud under her cries. She comes hard, hips jerking, a high desperate “fuck—yes—” spilling out of her as the orgasm tears through her.

The camera pans down slowly past her flushed, heaving tits. You see a woman’s dark hair, braided neatly, buried between Kyrsten’s legs. The braid shifts every time the woman pushes her tongue deeper. The camera keeps moving lower, following the motion, until it zooms out enough for you to see the rest of the scene.

Your mom is on her knees between Kyrsten’s spread thighs, face buried in her cunt, eating her with messy, hungry focus. You recognize the tattoos immediately—the delicate script along her ribs, the small rose on her left hip, the constellation of stars that trail down the side of her stomach. They’re unmistakable. Your mom’s ink.

And behind her, kneeling on the bed, is your best friend.

He’s naked, one hand gripping your mom’s hip, the other guiding a thick, heavy cock as he drives it into her from behind in steady, powerful thrusts. The wet slap of his hips against her ass is constant. Every time he bottoms out, your mom’s moan vibrates straight into Kyrsten’s pussy, making your ex shudder and grab fistfuls of the sheets.

Your mom pulls her mouth off Kyrsten just long enough to look back over her shoulder at the camera, lips shiny, chin wet. Her voice is low and filthy:

“That’s it, baby… stretch Mommy open. Fuck me while I eat this pretty little cunt.”

Your best friend doesn’t slow down. He grabs her braid, yanks her head back so the camera gets a clear shot of her face, and starts pounding harder. The thick shaft disappears into her again and again, glistening with how wet she is.

Best Friend (voice on the video, a little breathless): Your mom asked me and Kyrsten to fuck. Said she wanted both of us. God, she is so fucking amazing.

He emphasizes the last words with a particularly deep thrust that makes your mom cry out against Kyrsten’s thigh.

“Look at her taking it,” he continues, speaking straight to the camera while he rails her. “That tight slut cunt is gripping my cock like she never wants me to pull out. She’s been dripping since we started.”

Your mom reaches back with one hand, spreads herself wider for him, and pushes back to meet every stroke. She’s still licking and sucking at Kyrsten between moans, but she makes sure the camera hears her clearly:

“Harder—give Mommy that big thick cock. I love how full it makes me. Fuck your best friend’s mom like the whore she is.”

Kyrsten is still trembling from her orgasm, one hand tangled in your mom’s braid, holding her face right where she wants it. Your mom goes back to eating her with even more hunger while your best friend keeps slamming into her from behind. The bed creaks. Skin slaps. Your mom’s moans are muffled but constant, getting louder every time he bottoms out.

He reaches under her, finds her clit, and rubs in tight circles while he fucks her. Your mom’s whole body tenses. She comes hard around his cock, thighs shaking, a long muffled cry vibrating into Kyrsten. He doesn’t stop. He keeps driving into her through it until he finally buries himself deep and groans, pumping her full. When he pulls out, thick cum leaks from her stretched hole in slow, heavy drips.

The camera stays on the mess for a second—your mom’s used, shiny cunt, his cum running out of her, Kyrsten’s wet thighs still spread on either side of her face—before it cuts.

A final text comes through right after the video ends:

Best Friend: She asked me to send it. Said you’d want to see how good she is for both of us. Kyrsten’s still here. Your mom’s already asking for round two if you want the next video.

Your phone stays warm in your hand. The last image is burned in—your ex’s blissed-out face, your mom’s familiar tattoos, and your best friend’s thick cock still shiny from being buried inside the woman who raised you.

She asked them to fuck.

And she made sure you saw every second of it.