You freeze up.

There was nowhere to hide in the kitchen. So I stood up straight and braced myself as Tom turned around the corner and stepped into the kitchen entrance. For some reason, probably due to being nervous, my lips cracked a stupid, goofy grin across my face just as Tom came up to me.

“WHAT THE FUCK! HOLY COW!” Tom yelped and nearly fell backwards upon seeing me standing there like a mannequin. “Jesus fuck Dan! You scared the bejeeezus outta me!”

Jake rushed up to the kitchen to see what the fuss was about. “Dan!” He called out in surprise upon seeing me standing there awkwardly. “Holy shit, you’re home?”

“Y-yeah…” I replied.

Jake looked nervous. “Y-you s-saw?”

I nodded.

“Fuck. Look man, we can explain,” Jake said.

Tom glanced at Jake indignantly. “What’s this ‘WE’ shit? YOU explain.”

“You guys tried to fuck my mom…” I said.

Your friends exchanged guilty looks for a moment.

“Y-yeah… we did,” Jake replied.

“In our defense,” Tom said, “You have a very fuckable mom.”

“Tom! Jeeezus,” said Jake.

“Whaaaaat! It’s true,” replied Tom. He turned back to you. “Are you saying if you had a chance with my mom or Jake’s, you would sit on your hands and twiddle your toes?”

I pictured Tom’s mom, Laura, a very lovely brunette with long, rich, dark-brown hair and Jake’s mom, Audrey, a vivacious redhead. I’ve always found the two to be insanely attractive and heart-throbbingly beautiful, but I’ve always kept those thoughts to myself because firstly, they are happily married, and secondly, they were my friends’ moms. I respect them too much for that. It was real eye-opening for me to see that the feeling was not mutual.

“I would never go behind your backs like that,” I growled.

Tom rolled his eyes.

“Look, Dan,” Jake said, “It’s out of our hands anyway. You saw how it went down. Your mom wanted it.”

“Shut the fuck up!” I hissed and shoved past Jake. I headed straight for the stairs to the upper floor. When I got up to the second floor, I realized that I didn’t have a plan. Jake was right. It was my mom who invited Sam up in the end. I’m not saving anybody.

I heard noises coming from my parents’ bedroom. Feeling a pit form in my stomach, I quietly snuck up to the door, which had been left wide open, and peeked inside.

The pit in my belly deepened. Sam was already completely nude, standing beside my parent’s marital bed while my mom had taken a seat at the edge of the bed before him. She was still stroking his horsecock with both of her lithe hands while biting down her lower lip, looking heavily flushed as she admired Sam’s long and thick cock with her electric-blue eyes. I could hardly believe it. I never imagined my sweet, kind, caring mother could ever looked so wanton and depraved.

“Do you like it, Diana?” Sam grunted, his breath picking up from the excitement.

“God, Sam, it’s beautiful!” My mom husked.

“It‘s different, isn’t it? Makes you feel things, just by looking at it,” Sam said.

“Mmmmm…” Mom moaned softly. I watched as she seemed to clamp her legs together and squirm in her seat.

“Is it anything like your husband’s?”

“No…” Mom said, looking almost like she was in a trance with her gaze transfixed on the huge cock she was fondling. “No… Lawrence is nothing like this.”

“Still think he’s a real man?” Sam asked poignantly.

Mom glanced up at Sam with disapproval. “Don’t get cocky, Sam. Lawrence is the love of my life! He’s been there for me through thick and thin. He’s more than enough man for me.”

“You sure about that?”

Mom locked eyes with Sam as she fought her growing lustful panting. To my utmost chagrin, she just couldn’t seem to stop stroking Sam’s big hard cock.

“Be honest with me Diana,” Sam said, “Tell me what you would like to do.”

My mom closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

“Just give the word, and I’ll leave,” Sam said, “I’ll never bother you again.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. C’mon mom, I thought, say it. Tell him to fuck off.

“N-no…” Mom whispered shakily.

“What was that?” Sam asked.

“I-I don’t want you to leave, not yet,” mom said as she opened her eyes again and met Sam’s gaze.

“And why is that?” Sam asked.

“I want… I need to try this,” mom replied, squeezing Sam’s horsecock.

“Are you sure?” Sam asked.

Mom smirked a little. “Yes…,” she replied defiantly. “You’re just a boy, Sam. No older than my son. You need to be thought that having a big penis doesn’t necessarily make you a real man.”

Sam threw his head back and laughed. “I see,” he said at last. “Well then, I’m in your care Diana.”