Mom’s New Friend Pt. 05

Literotic asexstories – Mom’s New Friend Pt. 05 by SheilaSkeeter,SheilaSkeeter “Hey boo”

Two short words stunned me as I read the forbidden text my mom had just sent. Two weeks ago, as far as I knew, she’d reunited with my dad after they’d been separated for a few months. She’d also broken things off with DeAndre, a younger black guy who had been her lover during the separation. Now she was texting him, and I could see every word of their conversation due to spyware I’d installed on her phone.

“Well hey sexy! How you been?” he replied.

“Not bad all in all.”

“Things working out with your man?”

“Sort of. We’re getting along. He’s been moving his things back in, but there’s been no sex…”

“For real??”

“We’ve talked about it. He falls asleep in the living room while we’re watching TV, then just wants to go to bed when I wake him up.”

“I know you, boo. Two weeks with no dick got you frustrated.”

“Quite. I’m going crazy over here.”

“You know I can help you out with that.”

“My husband can’t find out.”

“I gotchu baby. Let me get a hotel room. I’ll text you the room number.”

“Pick a place close to my gym. You have to wear a condom.”

“Cool with me.”

Her manner with him was much colder than when they were seeing each other. There was no flirting, no teasing. It read more like he was her drug dealer. She had needs, he would meet them, and then she would go back to her husband.

Even after all the changes I’d witnessed in her over the past months, I was shocked that she was about to cheat on my dad so casually. What a slut! I ripped off my pants and began stroking furiously. Why did this turn me on so much? Gone was my reformation to stay out of her business and stop lusting after her.

What was wrong with my dad? She needed sex, and she’d been looking hotter than ever lately. How could he not want her the way other men did, the way I did?

DeAndre texted her a few minutes later with a hotel name and room number. The plan was for her to park at her nearby gym so it would look like she was there working out, then walk to the hotel. I immediately called the hotel and requested a room neighboring his. It was available!

I needed to be discreet as well. My mom would definitely recognize my car, so I decided to catch an Uber there. I arrived there a couple hours before they planned to meet, but I still wore a hat and Covid mask to hide my face as I checked in and walked to my room. The rooms were on the second floor, facing an outdoor walkway. The place wasn’t very fancy, but my room was clean and comfortable enough. My dick twitched at the thought of my mom getting railed like a hooker in a cheap hotel room. Pity for my dad aside, I was terribly excited that I would soon listen in on her having sex once again.

I heard the door to the neighboring room unlock and open. DeAndre must have checked in. Carefully, I cracked my window blinds just enough to get a slim view of the walkway from my bed. I heard footsteps on the walkway at exactly 7:00. It was my mom. She wore her workout clothes, hair up, no makeup, big sunglasses on. I caught the brief sparkle of her wedding ring on her finger from my vantage point. She seemed to be in a hurry. I heard a gentle knocking on DeAndre’s door, then it opened. Through the walls, I could hear the muffled sound of his deep voice.

“Heyyy baby!”

I couldn’t make out a response from her. In fact, I heard nothing at first, but after only 5 minutes, the headboard started thumping against the wall. The cheap box springs creaked loudly… My mom was cheating on my dad!

She started moaning as the tempo of the bed bumping picked up. The sex noises reached a climax.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

She’d had her first orgasm.

The bed creaking resumed almost immediately. I had to chance a peek at them. I silently opened my door, checked that no one was outside, and crept towards the window of their room. The blinds were closed, but through the crack from just the right angle I was able to see her riding his dick in the cowgirl position. I could see that he was wearing a condom. Her wedding ring was still on. Not wanting to linger in case one of them spotted me, I walked a lap around the balcony. She was still riding him when I came back around, her hands clasped in his. They’d been fucking for about 20 minutes by now. She threw her head back and let out a long moan as she had her second orgasm.

As he had done many times before, he lifted her up off the bed to fuck her in the standing position. This time, however, he walked her over to the sink and sat her down on it, holding her ankles up as he continued fucking her. I admired her long, deep red nails as she held onto his back, but it looked like she was due for a fill. Maybe I should take her on another date soon…

They stopped after a few minutes in that position, and he helped her off the sink. Were they done? He turned her around and bent her over, her face inches from her own reflection in the mirror. He grabbed her by the hair above her neck and pulled back so she would be forced to look at herself, then he entered her from behind. I couldn’t peel my eyes from the sight. He whispered something in her ear that I couldn’t make out. Whatever he said must have really turned her on. Her legs started shaking and her moans grew louder.

“Oh, fuck me baby!”

He spanked her a few times, then leaned down to put his face next to hers, still pulling her hair to force her to look in the mirror. I’d never seen him this rough with her, but she seemed to love it.

“You gonna cum for me, boo?” He asked.

“I’m gonna fucking cum for you, boo!!! FUUUUUUUUCK!”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

They both came at once. He buried his huge cock in her till he was done, then pulled out, removed the condom (which had a rather large load in it) and threw it away.

I knew I was pushing my luck standing outside their window, so I went back into my room. I heard their shower come on for about 5 minutes. She must have been washing his sweat off of her. I finally had the idea to press a glass against the wall so I could better hear their conversation.

“Same time next week?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Ummm I dunno. I’ll… I’ll have to let you know.

“Ok boo. See you.”

“See you.”

I heard their room door open. I expected my mom to be on her way, but she stood looking out over the edge of the balcony and lit a cigarette. This must have been another addiction she was hiding from my dad. Her face was calm, but there was worry in her eyes. I needed to comfort her, wished I could be there for her, but I had to remain hidden. She’d have to smoke away the guilt over what she’d just done. She resembled an uptight hooker out there, smoking on a cheap hotel balcony. Even as she was dressed, in tight fitting but demure workout clothes, running shoes, and big bougie sunglasses, accents such as her long nails, enhanced lips and cheeks, and tasteful stud piercings on her face offered more than enough to fill in the blanks of one’s imagination. Anyone who saw her out there would guess that she was there for sex, and they would be right.

She finished her cigarette and left for the gym. I felt trapped inside my room, and helpless for my mother, who certainly needed consoling and probably felt completely alone right now. What if I left my room at the same time as DeAndre? It was too likely that he would recognize me. I would need to wait till he checked out.

A half hour passed, and there were no signs of him leaving. I was positive he was still in there. Resolved to be there for awhile if necessary, I calmed down a bit and began stroking myself. I would never be able to forget the sight of my mom bent over a hotel room sink by her lover, cumming as he pulled her hair, and I never wanted to forget it. I tried to mentally hone in on the pleasure and pain in her face as she was forced to watch her own unfaithfulness in the mirror. I was extremely close to orgasm when I heard DeAndre’s door open. I snapped to attention and watched him walk past my room. He didn’t have anything with him, no bags etc. I would need to wait in case he came back. He did, now carrying two duffel bags as he reentered his room. What the hell did he just get out of his car?

Curiosity had interrupted my fantasies. I pressed the glass against the wall. I could hear him unzipping bags and the clinking of hard objects. The sounds eventually stopped, and I heard the TV come on. It seemed like he was killing time with no intention of leaving soon.

About 20 minutes later, I heard a gentle click-clack of footsteps approaching on the balcony. They belonged to a skinny, bratty looking white girl who couldn’t have been more than 19. She was dolled up, but in a tacky, ghetto sort of way. Her hair was short and straight, brown with blonde highlights, held up in the middle with barrettes. She wore glasses with thick, clear frames; it wouldn’t surprise me if they were non prescription and that she just wore them as an accessory. Big glittery hoop earrings hung from her ears. Lots of pink lipgloss covered her lips. She had a tattoo that read “bad girl” in cursive above her left eyebrow, and a tattoo of the local area code on the side of her neck. Her brows themselves looked like she shaved them off and penciled them back on in a thick, dark pattern that didn’t quite sit naturally on her face, and of course she had enormous fake lashes.

She wore a pink spaghetti strap crop top that prominently displayed her cheap looking belly ring, which had a glittery rhinestone charm that hung down at least three inches from her navel. Her frilly denim miniskirt didn’t cover the bottom of her ass, which was obviously deliberate, despite her not having much of an ass. She had a tramp stamp on her lower back with angel wings on each side, accented with lots of stars. Her walk was somewhat wobbly and uncomfortable looking in the clear platform stripper heels she wore. Her toes were bright pink with short white French extensions. Her nails were long and tacky, a combination of red, pink, and white, covered in rhinestones, butterfly charms, cherries, etc. Her facial expression was one of permanent boredom and irritation, befitting of a bratty teenager.

She knocked on DeAndre’s door, and I heard him get up from bed to answer it.

“Sup, McKenna?”

“Hey.”

He let her in and shut the door.

“You lookin cute tonight, girl.”

“Thanks.”

A few minutes later, I smelled a mixture of cigar and weed smoke. They were smoking a blunt. This seemed to lighten her mood a bit.

“Got some percs for you, baby.”

She let out a high pitched giggle that barely sounded genuine. “Thanks Daddy! You’re the best.”

Was he her drug dealer? What was going on here?

I heard movement on the bed, and what sounded like clothes being removed. Slurping and moaning sounds were next. It was time for me to chance another trip outside. As I had guessed, she was blowing him. The straps of her top had been pulled aside, exposing her nipples, both pierced. She sucked with a two-handed twisting motion, taking an impressive amount of his cock down her throat. Maybe the pills helped with her gag reflex?

He aimed a small handheld camera at her face, the same model he’d bought for my mom. I also saw what he’d been unpacking earlier: cameras and lighting equipment set up around the room. They were shooting porn!

She looked straight at the camera as she sucked, occasionally making comments in her fake, high pitched voice like “I can’t get enough of your huge cock, Daddy.”

DeAndre eventually put the camera down. “Aight girl, let’s switch it up. You ready to do your intro?”

She got off the bed and pulled the straps of her top back up. He slowly moved the camera up and down, capturing every angle of her body as she slowly spun around. He pointed the camera at her face and gave her a nod.

“Hey boyyyyys, it’s Princess Hayleeeeeee! Hope you’re ready to see me get fucked, facialed, and creampied by my boyfriend today!”

Was she really his girlfriend now?? He’s with this trashy hoe right after dating my classy, hot mom? Maybe she was just saying that for the camera.

She slowly stripped off all her clothes and underwear, camera still following her, then got down on her knees. She sucked him for a few more minutes until he was fully erect again. He put down the camera, then double checked that the stationary cameras on tripods were all pointing towards the bed at good angles as she got onto the bed in the doggy style position, still wearing her heels. I could see that her clit was pierced. She was a bad girl indeed.

He teased her entrance with his cock until it was wet and sloppy, then began fucking her. He was not wearing a condom. My mom had been wise to make him use one earlier.

“Harder, Daddy!”

“Take it, you little slut!”

Neither of them made any attempt to keep their voices down. He rolled her over, fucked her from the front, and began choking her. She was silent as her mouth opened and her eyes rolled back into her head. He released her neck after about 30 seconds, continuing to fuck her as she gasped for air, tears now smearing her eyeliner down her cheeks. Her face betrayed a mixture of fear and admiration as she looked into his eyes.

He wrapped his arms around her back and gruffly pulled her upwards into the cowgirl position. Her belly chain flew every which way as she grinded her hips up and back on his torso. She was so skinny that I could see the outline of his cock poking out through her belly.

With almost no effort at all, he lifted up her petite frame, carried her over to one of the cameras, and fucked her while standing up, her legs spread wide.

“Oh god, fuck me Daddy!”

She hung onto him for dear life as he slammed her onto his cock over and over like a ragdoll, producing loud clapping sounds in between her moans and cries. He carried her over to the sink.

My dick was hard, but my stomach sank. He had just fucked my mom in that same position two hours ago! He’d convinced her to have sex on camera when he was her boyfriend, coaching her on how to make it look better on camera and everything. They’d agreed it was just something kinky and private they’d do as a couple. Now it made more sense to me why she’d changed so much in recent months. He’d been manipulating her into becoming the type of woman he wanted, a woman he could shoot porn with. She had jeopardized her marriage for him, but apparently she was interchangeable with his other girls.

With McKenna aka “Princess Haylee” or whatever her dumb porn name was, he put her down and bent her over as soon as they reached the sink. Just as he’d done with my mom, he fucked her from behind, then grabbed the hair at the scruff of her neck and forced her face-to-face with the mirror.

“What are you?” he demanded.

“I’m a fucking slut!” she yelled.

“That’s right bitch. Whose fucking slut are you?”

“I’m Daddy’s little fucking sluuuuuut!!!” she screamed.

He pounded her until just when I thought he would break her, then guided her back into the bedroom and onto her knees. Obediently, she took her glasses off, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue as he grabbed the camera. He stroked himself for a few seconds, then shot several stripes of cum onto her face. She flinched as a wave hit her eye, soaking one of her big fake eyelashes. She smiled into the camera, cum dripping from her chin.

“Good girl.”

“Thank you Daddy.”

He turned the camera off. She grabbed her phone and took a few selfies. He gave her two more pills, which she popped greedily. She went in the bathroom, and I heard the shower come on. I went back into my room.

Out of curiosity, I checked social media for “Princess Haylee”. There she was, with a profile on every major platform. She had about 2,000 followers; hardly impressive for a porn actress, but maybe she was new to the game. There was a link to her GoFans account on all her profiles. I clicked it. 37 posts total, with a subscription price of $15 a month. What a ripoff. Still, I wanted to know more. I subscribed. Most of her posts were just nude pictures of her or short solo videos of her masturbating, but one video caught my eye. Captioned “creampied by my boyfriend,” it had been posted a month prior. As it was a POV video, I didn’t see the guy’s face, but I recognized his cock as DeAndre’s. He’d been fucking this girl while he was dating my mom! Although I couldn’t rule out the possibility that they’d shot the video before he and my mom got together, I couldn’t see either of them waiting long to upload a clip like this.

I would wait to watch the rest. This dumb thot was ok, but the only woman on my mind was my mom. It felt wrong watching her lover fuck someone else. She deserved better than that, and she deserved better than a sexless marriage with my dad. I needed to do something for her.

“How have you been?” I texted her.

“Hey! I’ve been alright.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh? Nothing.”

“I know you, mom. You ok?”

“Thank you for checking on me, honey. I’d just rather not talk about it right now, but I promise I’ll be ok.”

“Ok. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

“You want to come over for a drink later?” I offered.

“Sure! But just one. I have to drive home.”

“Awesome! I’ll have my place ready in about two hours?”

“That works. I have a few errands to run anyway.”

My heart and my cock throbbed. I needed to be with her tonight. Even if I would never have her, I would give her love and comfort.

Maybe this new compartmentalized life suited her. She had my dad for partnership, DeAndre for sex, and me for true companionship (not to mention being taken out and pampered every now and then). She was getting the best that three men had to offer, which didn’t sound like a bad deal.

I could hear the bed bumping again in the room next to me. This was my chance to leave. I booked an Uber, then walked out onto the balcony. I lingered at DeAndre’s window one last time; he was fucking McKenna in the missionary position. He was gentler with her than earlier, and they were French kissing. This was probably the creampie scene she had promised. I could simply watch it online some other time. I walked down to the parking lot and caught my ride home.

I hastily tidied up my place in preparation for her. Why was I so nervous about having my own mom over? My crush on her was only intensifying. After the place was clean, I lit a scented candle and grabbed a wine bottle with two glasses.

She buzzed my door, and I walked out into the hallway to let her in. It felt more polite to escort her to my room than to simply unlock the door with a button.

“Wow!” she exclaimed as we entered my apartment. “Your place looks great!”

“Thanks! It looked not so great until about 5 minutes before you got here. You know me.”

“Oh I get it. I’m impressed though! You have any girls over lately?”

I chuckled. “Nope. Besides you, that is.”

“I’m honored. Sorry I’m a wreck.”

She wore a sweatshirt, baggy sweatpants, and flip flops. Her hair had been blow dryed but not styled.

“Oh stop. You look cute, like a college girl.”

She blushed. “Thanks.”

We sat down on the living room couch, where I’d set out the candle and the wine.

“Oooh how romantic! Those girls are missing out.”

It was my turn to blush. “If you say so.”

I poured her a glass, then one for myself. We clinked glasses and each took a sip.

“So there’s something I should tell you,” she said. “Your dad and I have been seeing each other again.”

Already knowing this, I had to feign surprise and excitement. “Whoa, that’s great!”

I gave her a hug.

“Now, nothing is definite yet. I don’t want to give you the wrong idea. We haven’t officially decided to get back together, but he has moved some of his stuff into the house, and stays there most nights.”

“Oh I totally get it. It’s up to you guys to decide on the way forward. I support whatever direction you decide to go. I see you’re wearing your wedding ring.”

“Yeah. It felt wrong not to start wearing it again. Plus, I was getting hit on by men in public, and the ring discourages most of that.”

“Your nails still look great. How does Dad like them?”

“Eh, they’re not really his cup of tea. They were more DeAndre’s thing, and obviously I had to break up with him. I’m probably going to take them off in a few days.”

“But what about you? Do you like them? How do they make you feel?”

“Yes, I like them. They make me feel sexy, but you know. They’re expensive and hard to manage. I dunno. Maybe I’ll get them done again for a special occasion, like a wedding or something.”

Her posture became more relaxed as she drank more of her wine. She laid on her side on my couch, putting one foot up on it. This position caused her grey sweatpants to slide just a bit down her hips, revealing the red strap of a g-string. I chanced a bold move.

“Hey mom, you’re, uh, peeking out a little down there.” I reached out and ran my finger along the exposed strap.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

She quickly sat up and pulled her sweatpants way up.

“I never used to wear underwear like this, but they’re so comfy, plus you kind of need them for form-fitting stuff.”

“Well I think it suits you. It says ‘young and fun!'”

She giggled. “Thanks.”

She’d finished her glass. I offered her another.

“Oh I’d better not. I won’t be able to drive after another.”

“Why not just crash here? What do you have to do in the morning?”

“Nothing really. But where would I sleep?”

“Take my bed. I fall asleep on the couch all the time anyway.”

“Ha! You really are your father’s son. Ok, what’s the harm?”

I poured us another glass. She was already tipsy, judging by the volume of her talking and laughing. I kept topping off her glass as she sipped, until the bottle was empty.

“I’ll grab another bottle, then I’m going out on the deck for a smoke. Want to join me?” I offered.

“Sure.”

I uncorked another bottle, poured her another glass, and led her outside.

“You, uh, mind if I have one too?” she asked sheepishly, pulling her cigarettes from her purse.

“You shouldn’t be smoking!”

“Neither should you.”

“Fair enough.” I laughed. “Go for it. This a secret from dad?”

“Yes. Please don’t tell him.”

I turned to her.

“You can trust me with anything. I won’t tell him. I promise.”

She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, then she turned and looked off the balcony as she smoked, a distant expression on her face.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked.

“You can’t tell anyone…”

“I promise.”

“I did something bad today.”

“Yeah?”

“I went to visit DeAndre on my way to the gym.”

She probably thought my look of shock was due to what she’d just told me, but really, I was just excited that she was finally about to open up about her sex life.

I mustered all my kindness and asked gently, “Did you sleep with him?”

She nodded, and a tear ran down her cheek. I pulled her in for a long hug. She sobbed into my chest.

“Do you think less of me?”

“Mom, of course not. I’ll always love you, no matter what.”

“I love you too.”

I continued to hold her as we gently swayed back and forth.

“I was just so stressed out, and your father has barely touched me lately. It made me feel ugly.”

“You’re beautiful, and you deserve to feel that way all the time.”

“Thank you. I felt so bad after I did it.”

“Why?”

“Cause I cheated on your dad! It felt dirty having meaningless sex with DeAndre, even though that’s kinda what I wanted at the time…”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. Sometimes you have to satisfy your primal urges.”

“But I should have resisted those urges!”

“Well, you told me you and Dad aren’t officially back together yet, right? What’s so bad about having your needs met, keeping your options open in the meantime?”

She only shrugged, but seemed to calm down a bit.

“Let’s get another drink,” I suggested as we finished our cigarettes.

Back inside, we continued to sip wine in my living room. Her cheeks were rosy, and she had a relaxed smile on her face as she stared at me. Her thong was hanging out again, but she didn’t seem to care. She was drunk. It was time to get the dirt.

“So how was the sex?”

She giggled. “What? You mean with DeAndre?” She was slurring her words.

“Yes.”

“Um, it was… intense today, like we both had a lot of pent up energy to release. Or did you mean in general?”

“Yeah, in general.”

“I can’t believe we’re even talking about this.”

“Well, do you have anyone else to confide in?”

“Not really. Not about this.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

She sighed and shook her head. “To be honest, the sex was amazing. He has a very nice body and a high libido. He was always in the mood. It was almost too much for me. He got me to do so many things I never thought I would do. I felt alive and sexy with him.”

“Wow! So, you know… is the rumor true?”

“Oh he’s very well endowed. It… took some getting used to, but he definitely knows what to do with it.”

“Yeah, get it Mom! I’m happy for you!”

“Wait, really?”

I moved in closer to her, put my arm around her, and caressed her hands with my other hand, admiring the long nails I’d bought for her.

“A sexy, wonderful woman like you deserves to be well taken care of.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. “How’d I get so lucky to have such an amazing son?”

We moved closer together till we shared a kiss on the lips. Both of our faces were red afterwards.

“So tell me something. Did you have sex on your first night out with him?”

She gave me a flirty smile. “Possibly…”

“Daaaaaamn how’d he pull that off?”

“He just caught me on the right night, I guess. I was frustrated, lonely, and hadn’t had sex in a long time.”

“I’m sure the drinks didn’t help with that.”

“They certainly did not. When he asked me to go to another bar with him, I knew what he wanted, but I was already tipsy, and I had a crush on him, sooooo…”

“Sooooo?”

“So I told myself we’d just hang out for a couple more drinks, then I told myself I wouldn’t dance with him, then I told myself he was just giving me a ride home, then I told myself it was just a goodnight kiss on my porch…”

“What was the last thing you told yourself?”

“That it would just be a one night stand. Then I stopped resisting myself and led him into the bedroom.”

“Were you surprised by his size?”

“No. I felt it earlier while we were dancing. Women always know when their dance partner has a boner.”

“So noted,” I quipped, aware of the drunken boner I had, wondering if she was hinting at it. We were still sitting quite close together with my arm around her, so chances were that she knew.

I began massaging her shoulders.

“Ohhhhhhhh that feels good,” she moaned.

“So,” I nearly whispered in her ear, “what was it like?”

“Mmmmmmm…”

The massage seemed to relax her into the sensual storytelling manner I was trying to coax from her.

“We kissed all the way up the stairs.” she whispered. “Our shirts came off first. We explored each other’s bodies, but he couldn’t take his hands off my ass.”

“I don’t blame him,” I whispered. My hands wandered to her lower back and hips as I began massaging her bare skin underneath her sweatshirt, taking chances to pull her thong straps up to a more visually appealing placement on her hips. She did not protest.

“Ohhhhh baby you’re so good at that,” my mom commented on my massage.

“Keep going.”

“We undid each other’s belts. Jeans and underwear came down all at once, then he stood back up and kissed me gently as he undid my bra, getting me naked.”

“Did he kiss you like this?” I nuzzled my cheek against hers and gave it a gentle kiss.

“Yesssssss… Then I looked him in the eye, took his hand, and led him into bed with me. We kissed some more as we touched each other’s intimate regions. I wanted him so badly. He asked if I was ready. I nodded, but asked if he had a condom. He reached down and pulled one from the pocket of his jeans. I said ‘You jerk! You’ve been planning this, haven’t you?’ All he did was grin as he put it on, then he guided his tip into my entrance.”

“Were you scared?” I whispered. I was sitting behind her on the couch, legs on each side of her, massaging her inner thighs. By now she had to be aware of my stiffening erection, but didn’t mention it.

“Of course. I’d never had a man so big, but he was slow and gentle as he pushed it deeper and deeper into me. He must have known it hurt, because he paused and asked ‘You ok, baby?’ I smiled through the pain and said ‘Yeah, keep going.’ I had such a huge crush on him, and didn’t want to chicken out.”

“You took the whole thing, didn’t you?” I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck.

“Mmmmm yes I did. It started to feel good once he’d fully stretched me out. I put my hands on his hips to guide him to speed up, and I whispered ‘fuck me…'”

She stiffened, as if to snap out of her haze. “Errrrr… that wasn’t a very ladylike thing of me so say. Sorry honey. God I’m so drunk.”

“No no, it’s ok. I like when you talk dirty.”

“Am I bad mom?” There was regret, sadness in her voice.

“Of course not.” I held her tighter, but my aim was only to comfort her. “You’ve been the best mom every step of the way, including right now.”

“Do you think I’m a slut?”

I had indeed thought of her as a slut earlier, when she was reaching out to DeAndre for sex behind my dad’s back, but I now regretted those thoughts.

“Why? Because you enjoy good sex? Because you take good care of your body and your appearance? There’s nothing wrong with any of that. ‘Slut’ can be a subjective insult or an empowering term if you own it. I don’t think you should feel ashamed of any of your sexual decisions.”

Pretty smooth answer, I thought.

“Not even the decision I made today?”

“No way! If you want my opinion, I think you should keep seeing DeAndre on the side.”

“No, I can’t!”

“He’s good for you. Just keep it on the DL. Get the hot sex you need and get on with your day. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Ugh, he is really good…”

“Let’s have one more glass and kill this bottle.”

“Fuck it. Might as well finish what we started!”

I got up to pour our glasses, then sat back down next to her, a little further away than I’d been previously. She took a long sip. Her eyes told me she was now completely hammered.

“What are you doing all the way over there?” she teased. “Come hold me.”

We took a couple more sips, put our glasses down, and lied down sideways with me holding her in the spooning position. Her ass rested against my crotch. She would feel every little twitch from me, but there was no way I could control it.

“So where were we?” I whispered in her ear.

“So he’s on top of me, his tempo gradually increasing. I’d never felt so filled up. I couldn’t believe it all fit inside me and that I was enjoying it. Once he got going pretty fast, he did this thing where he held my ankles up and pushed them towards me so he could hit my g-spot better.”

“I bet that drove you crazy.”

“Oh It did. I was drunk and a little numb, but he kept fucking me like that till I had an orgasm.”

“That’s so fucking hot… Did he cum too?”

“Not yet…”

“Ohhhh so you fucked him some more?”

“I thought it would be a one-time thing. I wanted to make the most of it. We kissed while we caught our breath. He asked me if I wanted to climb on top of him. I was like ‘uhhhhh I haven’t done this in a really long time.’ He said, ‘I know you can do it babe. I seen them dance moves.’ I was flattered, so I indulged him.”

“I bet you rode that dick real good,” I whispered.

“It came back to me, plus he helped by guiding my hips. I could tell he was enjoying it once I got into a good rhythm. He was throbbing. I rode him till I got off again.”

“Good girl…”

“Ha! That’s what DeAndre said. By then, I was tired. I asked him how he wanted me next.”

“I bet I can guess his choice.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Doggy style?”

“Yep. I’d rarely done that position in the past. I felt kinda dirty getting on all fours to let a guy fuck me from behind on the first date, but I knew he liked my booty, and I wanted to make him cum.”

“He was a very lucky man that night.” I ran one hand along her hips and ass as I held her.

“He was, because I probably wouldn’t have agreed if I knew how much bigger he would feel in that position. He grabbed my hips, pulled me into him, and pounded me out. I couldn’t keep my voice down.”

“Was it painful?”

“It was painful and arousing. I felt wild. It was kinda hot that he was behind me so I couldn’t see him. I could feel him getting close. I moaned ‘fuck me baby, fuck me baby, fuck me baby…’ It sent him over the edge. He squeezed my ass and blew his load. I could feel the force of it even through the condom. It was satisfying, feeling my effect on him. I felt sexy.”

“Mom, that was so hot.”

She giggled drunkenly. “Glad you think so, baby.”

Just then, her head nodded forward. She had passed out in my arms. I remembered planning to carry her to my bed, but I passed out before that could materialize.

I woke up around 5 am with dry mouth and a headache. She was still asleep in my arms. Her sweatpants had traveled a bit down her waist as we slept. I admired her nearly bare ass, clothed only in her g-string, before deciding to carry her to my bed as planned. I pulled her pants back up, tucked her in, and had a huge and furious orgasm in my bathroom before finishing the night’s sleep on the couch.

We woke up late in the morning. She hadn’t remembered much of what had happened after smoking on the balcony. I decided it was better that way, and gave vague answers when she asked for details of what followed.

I made her breakfast and coffee as we sluggishly nursed our hangovers. When she was ready to go, she thanked me for having her over, and we exhanged a quick kiss on the lips before she left.

So it went for a while, she would meet DeAndre at that hotel once a week on her way to the gym. They remained discreet, but what had started as a casual hookup arrangement was blossoming into a full blown affair. They would text throughout the week, talking about work, life, her marriage, etc. They would flirt in anticipation of their meetup that week. Based on what I secretly witnessed from the adjacent room or the walkway, they would kiss passionately, say how they missed each other, and make love for awhile before the sex got rougher and primal. Her body was still looking great, but I’d noticed that, sadly, certain beauty accents such as her long nails, fake lashes, and piercings were no longer there.

She continued to insist that he use a condom. She was no dummy, because he usually didn’t wear one with the girls who would come by after she left. McKenna was there frequently, but there were other regulars and randoms as well. He liked his white girls. They tended to be of the ghetto/trashy variety, and he would usually creampie them, often on camera.

One Thursday, she texted him as she often did.

“Hey boo.”

There was no immediate response.

“My husband will be on a 3 day camping trip this weekend. You want to come over? I can get cute for you. We can take our time in the bedroom…”

There was still no response, which by now was unusual. Half an hour passed.

“Baby?”

I wondered what was going on with DeAndre, but if my dad was gone for the weekend and my mom had nothing to do, maybe this was my chance to step up.

I waited another hour, so my text wouldn’t seem like too much of a coincidence.

“Hey Mom, what are you up to?”

“Oh not much. Your dad is going on a camping trip, so I have the place to myself for the weekend.”

“Got any plans?”

“Not yet.”

“Well why don’t we go on a date? I can take you to the salon, get you freshened up, then maybe we can go to the club?”

“I’d love that! I really haven’t been out since our last date.”

“Perfect. Tomorrow?”

“Yes! I can’t wait.”

“Me either! Love you Mom.”

“Love you too, sweetie.”