Aiden can't believe what he's hearing

Barely able to reconcile what he was hearing, Aiden was rooted in place. He’d been there for a while now, drawn by sounds that had started as soft, almost ignorable whispers, movement and moans.

He hadn’t moved since the last time he heard her cry out. Another gasp followed sounds more ****. The bed creaked, the rhythm behind it building, steady and physical. His pulse surged.

The voices were clearer now, but still muffled in a way that left no room for doubt. One of them was Natalie, overriding the awkwardness of listening to his own mother.

He swallowed; he’d always thought she was beautiful. He knew she wasn’t reachable, she’d always been too refined, and self-contained. He knew he would always be too young. Back when she’d visit their place, she’d breeze through in professional work clothes, her hair done, voice polite, but detached. She’d barely said more than a few words to him.

Now she was behind that door, moaning breathlessly into his mom. Completely different than the version he’d ever known. And Aiden couldn’t stop listening.

He’d never see her the same, he was learning something about her he’d never expected. Something unfiltered and private. The kind of carnal knowledge you weren’t supposed to have about someone you knew. Much less about your mom. And yet, he didn’t move. Didn’t even want to.

Inside the room, Natalie took a shaky breath and lifted the toy from the mattress beside her. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted her grip, a mixture of sweat and her friend’s fluids, coating her hand, she hefted its weight. The thick dildo was cool against her palm, heavy, and suddenly personal in a way it had never been before. It had always been hers. Something private. But now, it was going to bring Lisa the same pleasure only she’d known from it.

She considered it for only a moment, then slid her arms around Lisa’s thighs again, appreciating how smooth her skin was, and the warmth radiating against her arms. Her frame was compact enough to draw close without feeling crowded. Natalie pulled her in, guiding Lisa’s sex to hover just above her face once more as her own legs shifted further apart, inviting the pressure of Lisa’s mouth onto her. Needing more than just her fingers.

Lisa didn’t wait. She leaned in eagerly, burying her face between Natalie’s legs as if she loved it as much as Nat would. Her tongue finding her clit with practiced confidence, drawing a satisfying moan from deep in Natalie’s throat.

As she began to move her hips, Natalie reached around Lisa’s thigh, guiding the toy slowly through her folds. The sensation of Lisa’s body rocking above her, lips working harder now to match the pace, sent a shiver all the way down her spine.

When Natalie eased the tip of the toy forward, nudging just inside, Lisa moaned directly into her.

The vibration of that sound against her clit made Natalie cry out. Her fingers tightened around the base of the toy, pushing a little deeper. Lisa groaned again, the sound wetter, a sense of need rising, and redoubled her efforts. Her tongue circled faster as her hips began to roll back into the toy with greedy insistence.

Natalie could barely breathe. Every flick of Lisa’s tongue, every flex of her hips, every pull of the toy as it pushed deeper made her feel like she was unraveling at both ends.

God, he shouldn’t be listening. He knew that. But he couldn’t stop. Instead, Aiden stood at the door, imaging everything he was hearing.

Inside, Natalie arched upward, caught up in the sensation of Lisa between her thighs and the weight of her pressing down. Lisa’s mouth moved hungrily against her, tongue circling with firm, focused strokes that sent electricity vibrating through her. Every moan Lisa made was muffled but intense, rumbling against her clit, the sensation being the only thing that mattered.

Natalie’s fingers gripped the toy tighter as she drove it deeper into Lisa’s dripping core, the glide smoother now, her pace guided by the **** rhythm Lisa set with her hips. She couldn’t help noticing how easily Lisa accepted the large dildo inside, offering less resistance than she expected.

Then Lisa reached around Natalie’s thighs, still working her with her mouth, she slipped two fingers deep inside her. Natalie whimpered against her best friend’s vagina, her thighs trembling as she rocked her hips up into the touch. The feeling was maddening. Lisa’s fingers curling, tongue flicking, the girth of the toy in her hand, it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “Lisa…”

Lisa groaned in response, the sound buzzing against her. And still, she didn’t slow. She pressed her free hand lower, moving to cup her ass, trying to pull Natalie into her mouth. Her grip tightening, until her fingers accidently grazed the tight back entrance, only Natalie alone had ever touched. Then, quietly, Natalie gave voice to something new.

“Can you…” She hesitated, her breath trembling. “Put a finger in my ass?”

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