Get up

You finally push yourself up off the couch, legs a little unsteady, still reeling from everything she just said. Your phone dings in your pocket before you even take a full step.

You pull it out.

A new video message. The contact is Josh.

No text. Just the file.

You open it.

The screen fills with a bedroom you don’t recognize. Josh is already naked, that short, brutally thick soda-can cock half-hard in his hand. Sitting on the edge of the bed beside him, also naked, is the cute girl from your college algebra class—the one you’ve been trying to get a date with for weeks. Same soft face, same body you’ve stared at across the lecture hall. She looks flushed and nervous but clearly turned on.

Then your mom walks into frame.

Completely naked except for the gold chain. Dark braid over one shoulder. She doesn’t look at the camera right away. She walks straight up to the algebra girl, cups her face, and kisses her deep and slow. The girl melts into it, hands sliding up your mom’s waist. Josh strokes himself while he watches them, already smirking at the lens.

Your mom breaks the kiss and finally looks at the camera, eyes calm and filthy.

“Hi baby. Since you were so upset about Josh… and since you’ve been trying so hard to get with this one… Mommy decided to put them together for you.”

She drops to her knees between them. One hand wraps around Josh’s thick short cock; the other slides between the algebra girl’s thighs. She leans in and takes Josh into her mouth first, jaw stretching wide around the fat girth, spit immediately running down the shaft. At the same time her fingers work the girl’s clit in tight circles. The girl gasps and spreads her legs wider.

Your mom pulls off Josh with a wet pop and turns her head, burying her face between the algebra girl’s thighs. She eats her with slow, deliberate hunger—long licks, focused suction on her clit, two fingers sliding inside. The girl moans and fists your mom’s braid, hips rolling up. Josh keeps stroking that thick cock right beside their faces, occasionally rubbing the head against your mom’s cheek or the girl’s thigh.

After a couple of minutes your mom pulls the girl down onto the bed and climbs over her in a sixty-nine. They eat each other openly—wet sounds filling the room—while Josh kneels behind your mom and shoves that fat short cock into her cunt in one hard thrust. Your mom moans straight into the algebra girl’s pussy as he starts pounding her with short, powerful strokes. The extreme girth stretches her open even though the length is nothing special. Her tits press into the girl’s stomach. The gold chain swings.

“Fuck—it’s so thick…” your mom gasps between licks. “Josh’s fat little dick is stretching Mommy open while I eat this pretty cunt you’ve been chasing…”

Josh grabs her hips and rails her harder, the wet slap of skin loud and constant. The algebra girl comes first, thighs clamping around your mom’s head, a sharp cry spilling out of her as she grinds against your mom’s mouth. Your mom keeps licking her through it while Josh keeps fucking her from behind.

He pulls out, flips your mom onto her back, and drops the algebra girl onto her face. The girl sits on your mom’s mouth while Josh shoves back into your mom’s cunt. He fucks her with those same short, brutal strokes, one hand on the girl’s hip so she stays pressed down on your mom’s tongue. Your mom’s muffled moans vibrate into the girl. Josh looks straight at the camera the entire time, voice full of the same contempt as before.

“Your mom’s a better fuck than that little girlfriend you lost… and this one from your class is already dripping all over her face. Enjoy the show, loser.”

Your mom comes hard under them—body locking, a long muffled cry against the girl’s cunt as she squirts around Josh’s thick cock, clear fluid spraying onto the sheets. Josh doesn’t last much longer. He pulls out, strokes that short fat dick a few times, and starts cumming across both of them—thick ropes landing on your mom’s tits and the gold chain, then across the algebra girl’s stomach and thighs. Your mom turns her head and catches the last spurts on her tongue while the girl watches, still breathing hard.

They stay tangled for a moment, cum dripping, before your mom looks at the camera again with shiny lips and a calm, satisfied expression.

“There you go, baby. Josh… and the girl you’ve been trying to date… both with Mommy. Hope this helps with that humility we talked about.”

The video ends on a close-up of the three of them—your mom’s cum-streaked chest, the algebra girl’s flushed body, and Josh’s thick spent cock still resting against your mom’s thigh.

You stand there in the middle of the living room, phone still in your hand, the silence from earlier now replaced by the raw footage of the exact two people you least wanted to see with her. The stunned quiet settles back over you even heavier than before.