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It was a hot June night in our little town in Kentucky. My best friend Kyle and I were planning on hanging out at my house. My mom, who never really grew up, surprised us by buying a bunch of booze and intended to share it with us.

My mom was a still somewhat attractive woman. At 41, she still somewhat maintained her body but her years of partying and excess had begun to show in the shadows under her eyes and her nice sized breasts had only started to droop.

Kyle was about 5’9″, a broad shouldered guy with a little bit of a beard. We were both just graduated from high school.

My mom over the years had dropped not-too-subtle hints in regards to being attracted to Kyle. If Kyle was over and we were working on his truck together, I knew my mom would come strolling outside – especially if Kyle took off his shirt in the heat. My mom would always allow lingering glances at his bare torso, her eyes travelling from his lightly furry chest down to his slim waist where his very low slung pants began… and just a little lower to where his obvious bulge was. Once in a while, while laying on the ground under his truck, his pants and underwear would slip down far to allow my mom a glimpse of the top of his pubic bush.

Basically, it was a given that if Kyle was shirtless in our driveway under his truck, my mom was right there asking stupid questions about his truck and hoping he’d stay in that position forever so she could ogle his dick bulge and pubes. I think he was aware of this, which is why this scene happened somewhat frequently.

So… on this night, my mom had bought us booze. For the first time ever. With the stipulation that we’d stay home.

We all hung out together in the living room drinking the entire evening. Everything seemed pretty innocent. It was a lot of fun at the beginning. We played ridiculous board games and my mom was more than pleased to refill our drinks.

Eventually, my mom got a little inappropriate and wanted to play “strip” games. Kyle and I laughed it off. But, my mom was a little more serious.

“It’s so fricking hot in here, guys…” she whined.

My mom was dressed in a thin V-neck tank top showing her ample cleavage, short shorts and flip flops.

“Aren’t you guys hot?”, she asked.

Kyle and I were both kind of dressed the same. A pair of guys in T-shirts and shorts. We had ditched our shoes and socks in the heat. But, that was about it.

We both agreed it was pretty warm, but we were both pretty buzzed at that point and decided we should probably go to bed.

Kyle announced he was sleeping on the couch and fell back on it. My mom told him she would fetch him a blanket and a pillow.

When my mom was gone, he turned me and grinned.

“Damn, your mom is kind of into me, eh?”, he said as he slipped his shirt off over his head.

I rolled my eyes, “I guess. I never know what she wants.”

But, I would soon. After she gave Kyle his pillow and blanket, all of us figured we’d call it a night. We each retired to our respective beds.

I couldn’t sleep, though. I tried. As I laid in my bed, I would occasionally hear slight noises coming from in the house. My mind was still alive and going. I wasn’t going to bed anytime soon, I figured I’d get up and pee.

I got up and walked down the hall in my underwear. The first thing I noticed was my mom’s bedroom light still on and her door partially opened. The second thing I noticed was that I could see the couch in the living room – it was empty with the blanket thrown aside.

When I peeked inside of my mom’s room, I couldn’t prepare myself for what I saw.

My view consisted of this: Kyle, with his back to me, completely naked, his ass pointing at me, with his face between my mother’s legs, who was also naked.

I watched as she wrenched her head back and forth as Kyle ate her out, while crooning a deep but quiet moan. I watched as she pinched her nipples with one hand and held Kyle’s head in place with the other. She suddenly sat up slightly, eager to go further. I watched as she hitched Kyle up under his arms and brought him face to face with her. I watched as her hand slid between their bodies and she guided him into her pussy, where I was born from. My mother’s sopping sexpig cunt, slick with Kyle’s saliva, swallowed his cock whole. I watched as Kyle rhythmically fucked that birth canal – she with a smile on her face as she vocally reassured his movements, he occasionally grunting quietly.

I watched as Kyle confidently gave my mom’s pussy an orgasm with his dick. She suddenly grabbed him by his hips, then his ass, and shook him violently against her body, forcing his cock into her pussy as deep as he could. She made a whining noise and her face contorted as her nut sweetly busted and she throatily moaned out “Oh, my pussy! Fuck it, baby! Bust my pussy, Kyle!” as Kyle ground himself into her spread legs as she came. They laid still for a moment as my mom caught her breath.

Momentarily, Kyle muttered something and backed away from her slightly. He withdrew his loaded gun from casino oyna her beautifully destroyed pussy and kneeled between her legs. From my view point, his left arm began a rapid movement, signifying that he was jerking off. I could his hand rubbing at his wet cock. My mother smiled as she watched this naked teenage boy abuse himself before her after satiating her womanly need. She reached out and fondled his hairy balls that I could see between his slightly parted legs. His head tilted back and he groaned deeply when she did this.

“Do you like that, Kyle?” she whispered.

“Yesssss…” he hissed.

“Such a man, Kyle… you were such a man to my sad, little, lonely pussy…” my mom whispered as Kyle acknowledged her words with short moans, “Kyle, do you want to know about my sad pussy?”

He moaned again as she continued, “Kyle, it cries at me every night. She’s so lonely. I put my fingers down there and find my little girl wet with tears. I rub her so she doesn’t feel alone.

That was that. Kyle made a quick high-pitched squeak that I couldn’t believe originated from him and switched to a low, deep growl from the depths from his heaving, sweaty chest. My mom’s tits then withstood a bucket’s worth of cum being shot at her by her son’s best friend as he emptied his balls on her body. He collapsed on top of her and the sea of cum he made, she put her arms around him.

Nervous to be seen and breathless, I went back to my room. I turned on my TV to distract myself, but it was of no use. My dick was as hard as steel and I was precumming like a loser on prom night. I took off my underwear, tossed my blanket on the floor, spread my legs and started to beat myself as stark naked as the two most important people in my life had just been.

I replayed the terrible images as I masturbated: the sight of my mother and best friend naked together, the sight of my mother’s orgasm, the sight of my mother’s joy as she touched Kyle as he jerked off, the sounds Kyle made while dumping his nut hard all over my mother. I wish I had been able to see the front of Kyle’s body. Both of them were so attractive and turning me on right now.

My constant precum lubed the whole session easily. My fist was making a constant squishing noise as I fucked my stick, my eyes tightly shut and my jaw clenched. I could not hang on for long, nor did I want to. My hips involuntarily bounced up and I hit my nut. Shit was fucking intense and I couldn’t stay quiet. I moaned and my toes curled as I shot myself in the face twice. I smiled as my hot semen blasted me on my cheek and chin. My orgasm left a thick trail of semen going down my chest, down my stomach and dribbling off into my bush before I finally stopped pounding myself. I had never cum like that and fuck, I was spent.

I laid there holding my dick, breathing like I’d run a marathon as my sperm covered the top half of my naked body.

Then I heard a deep voice coming from the doorway, “Fucking sick cum, bro…”. It was Kyle. He had watched?!?

I could see his silhouette in the doorway from the TV being on.

“Wha… what… uhh… what are you doing?” I asked, confused as I vainly tried to cover up my genitals.

I heard him snicker, then: “Watching you enjoy yourself, guy.” He entered my room, as naked as I was.

He approached my bed and I could see his dick was hard. He saw me looking at his crotch and laughed.

“Man, this is your fault I’m this hard again!” he whispered as he sat on my bed.

Kyle was now sitting a few inches from me as he surveyed my splattered body, which I had had no opportunity to clean yet. His stiff, hairy 6½” dick was the part of his body closest to my eyes and he made no attempt to cover it.

“Boy, you made a damn mess!” he said, as he rubbed his index finger in the cum on my chest. I jumped at his touch initially and he opened his whole palm and held it against my heart.

“All that came out of you, eh?” he whispered, as his gaze eyed my torso and my eyes covering my nudity.

I didn’t know what else to do, so I nodded at him as he touched my semen.

“Feel good, guy?” he whispered. Again, I nodded.

He smirked as he learned into me, “I know you watched me fuck your mom…”

“Yeah, well… you guys left the door open” I said to him.

“I think I made you cum too,” he said, almost laughing, gesturing to the jizz still covering my body.

I smiled involuntarily, “You guys helped, but I’m pretty sure I did the work myself,” I said.

He looked down between my legs. My hands were still in place, hiding myself from him.

“Let me see it,” he said.

“What? Huh?” I stammered, curling my legs up.

He pushed them down.

“Show me what you fucking put work into, bro. Show me what made this nasty mess…”, he whispered.

I moved my hands out of the way, allowing Kyle full view to my crotch, my 6″ cock, nice sized balls and natural bush.

He smiled as he looked at my penis, a bit elongated from the topic of discussion. He let out a soft laugh and lightly touched the tip of my canlı casino dick with his thumb.

“Looks like your buddy is ready to go again, just like mine. Go at him, bro. Mine ain’t sleeping yet” he said as he got up, his own erection pointing forward.

“I’m gonna go back before I precum all over your bed…” he snickered as he backed out of my room, staring down my nudity as he left.

A few minutes later, I’m pretty sure I heard the sounds of Kyle going at my mother again. I could hear a low, faint hum amongst the noises in the house. I passed out, holding my cock, drunk as fuck.

In the morning, I got up feeling like death. I put on a pair of boxer briefs and left my room, not believing what had happened last night. But, all I had to do was notice my mom’s bedroom door was left ajar and peek in to prove my memories were correct…

I saw my best friend, legs spread, lying naked on his back, my also naked mother snuggled up with him with her hand cupping his testicles. Clearly, she liked them.

I started making a pot of coffee. A few moments later, I heard rustling and Kyle came out of the bedroom, with a pair of lazily tossed on briefs slung low, his bush peeking out, as his only clothing.

He approached me wordlessly and came up to me so our chests were probably 6 inches apart, both of our bodies clothed in only a few inches of thin fabric. I could feel the heat radiating off of him. He looked upset.

“I’m sorry, bro”, he said, simply.

I shook my head, “I don’t know what to say. What the fuck is going on?”

He sighed and whispered closely to me, “I don’t have an explanation. I can only put it bluntly. I was horny, she was horny and we fucked. I liked it and she liked it. I’m sorry because of who it was.”

“So… now what? Are you guys fuck buddies?”, I said in an almost normal volume.

He shrugged. “I liked it, man. We’re adults and we have needs. You know how it is, guy. I don’t want to fuck up what we have, though. You’re my best bud.”

I shook my head for lack of an answer and stayed silent.

Then, he put his hand on my shoulder. “Listen, this is all fucked up. I didn’t come into your room afterwards last night just because I was drunk. I remember everything.”

I stared at him, waiting for more.

“What I’m trying to say is this [brief silence] Tim… I’m kinda into you too.” he said while looking away, “I always have been”.

“What are you saying, Kyle?” I asked, in disbelief.

“I’m saying that I knew you were watching me and your mom fuck. I’m also saying that I knew if I had watched that, I’d probably go beat off afterwards. So, I waited a few minutes to see if you would. What I saw you doing to yourself was fucking hot. If I wasn’t drunk, I wouldn’t have had the balls to come to you last night like I did.”

My jaw dropped in shock and Kyle let his hand drop off my shoulder and his hand brazenly, softly cupped my package through my underwear.

I involuntarily closed my eyes as the feeling of Kyle’s hand on my junk processed in my brain. His hand was so warm and strong. I started popping wood immediately.

He smiled, “That’s what I’m talking about, bro” as my dick grew in his hand.

Just then, my mom stepped out of her bedroom, bleary eyed and disheveled. She was wearing just a bra and tiny underwear. Kyle took his hand off my bulge and all three of us stared at each other.

My mother came over to me and hugged me, “Oh Tim. I am so, so sorry. I messed up!” she said and then she started crying.

I gingerly put my hand on her back to return her embrace.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Kyle, I really shouldn’t have done that last night!”

My mom continued sobbing wordlessly onto my shoulder. I patted her on the back. Kyle pulled her off of me and started to lead her back into the bedroom.

“Bro, this will just be a second” he said to me as he took my crying mom’s hand in his and disappeared into the bedroom.

Just inside the door, her hugged her close and I could only hear that he was speaking, not what he was saying. Just a low baritone hum. I could make out a few words from her, but nothing specific. I did hear her say “He is?” when she stopped crying.

Kyle continued consoling her, but now it seemed to be taking a different turn. His hands were caressing her breasts, reaching into her flimsy bra and playing with her nipples.

My mom started kneading Kyle’s back and kissing his neck as he stimulated her. I could see that she started to back away, but he held her tight. There was another exchange of words I couldn’t make out. As he was speaking, I watched his hand slip into my mother’s underwear, his palm cupping her pussy. I could see his fingers moving, telling me he was rubbing on her clit.

She stayed perfectly still up against him as he pleasured her womanhood. Kyle, knowing I was watching, looked in my direction and smiled. In a few moments’ time, her hips started rocking to the rhythm of his fingers on her swollen bud. She stifled a moan into his broad chest as she clutched kaçak casino his body. Her knees buckled slightly as Kyle guided her into another orgasm.

I looked down at my crotch and saw my dick was a steel rod obscenely poking out of my underwear, an obvious precum puddle at the head.

I looked back up and saw Kyle and my mom exiting the room, with my mom’s face telling me that she now knew I had watched and that she saw my erection.

“I see how it’s going to be,” she laughed.

Kyle also chuckled and then pointed to both of our crotches, “Looks like we got a pair of problems, bro”. His hard-on was poking out of the top of his underwear, his cockhead swollen and purple.

I smiled and readjusted my dick so it wasn’t so obscene. Kyle shook his head and looked at my mom.

“What do you say you let me and Timmy here have a couple of minutes in his room? Let boys be boys?” he said with a wink.

She nodded knowingly and smiled as Kyle motioned for me to follow him into my room.

Once there, he looked at me and said, “Is this too weird for you? Are you even into guys at all? Should I not have touched you before?”

I sat down on my bed and held my head in my hands, “This is kind of a lot to process, Kyle. Yeah, I’m pretty into you too. I just figured you were only into girls.”

“So… you liked when I touched you before?” he asked, quietly.

I nodded my head, “I mean, I don’t want to fuck you in the ass or anything. I’m not like that, but… you know…” I trailed.

“I’m into that either. We could just be REALLY best buds. Just fuck around a little”, he said with a little smile.

“I’m down”, I said, my voice full of anticipation.

He smiled and nodded and then started lightly touching his underwear where his hard shaft was.

“I really want to get this off, bud. You wanna, you know… do it with me?” he asked.

“My dick is like stone right now”, I replied and I laid back on my bed as my stiff cock laid flat against my thigh, making an obscene bulge.

“Let’s take care of our problems” he said, slowly, as he lowered his underwear, his dick springing into view. He stepped out of them and stood before me naked and aroused. I had seen Kyle mostly naked several times, we were best friends and comfortable around each other, but now it was taking a new turn. He was completely naked, his dick was hard and it was for me.

I was hesitant to strip off my briefs, and he could tell. Then Kyle reminded me, “Bro, I’ve already seen your cock!”

I lifted my ass off the bed and slid my underwear down as Kyle stood naked over me. He bent over and took a hold of my briefs as I slid them down my body. The feeling of his hot fingers on my legs as he stripped me of my only piece of clothing electrified me. He smiled up at me as slipped them off my feet.

We stayed there for a moment, both of us gazing at the other’s naked body. Not just each other’s dicks, we were looking at each other differently for the first time. I noticed Kyle’s “happy trail” for the first time in a new way. I had plenty of times seen the light fur on his flat stomach – the dude hardly ever wore a shirt – but now I was seeing where that fur ended, where it morphed into the thick, black hair that flanked his throbbing meat.

Then, he did something I won’t ever forget. He laid down on top of me, our naked bodies together. Our hard dicks rubbing against each other. Our pubes intermingling.

He whispered as he gently humped me, “Guy, we’re both men now. Us men got needs. Ain’t nothing wrong with this. We just need to get off good, right?”

I nodded and moaned softly.

“Yeah”, he breathed as he rubbed his hard shaft against mine.

I clasped my hands on his hips and embraced him towards me. He moaned softly as my hands touched his hot skin. I could feel his muscles working as he pumped his cum-laden dick against my body.

I could feel his warm breath against my ear. He did not kiss my mouth, which was alright, but he kissed me gently on the side of my neck under my ear. Then he raised up on his elbows a little bit and peeked down at our crotches. My eyes looked down also to see our two hard dicks caressing each other in a sea of sweat and hair.

Soon, I felt a wetness between us. He and I both were pre-cumming all over each other.

“Bro, I never thought we’d do this” he whispered.

“It feels fucking awesome, keep going” I whispered back as the squishing sound between our bodies got louder.

“Fuck, I’m pre-cumming mad hard” he said, holding my face in his hand as he humped me gently, “Hear that?”

I nodded as I heard the squishing between us. My dick was covered in pre-cum, as I knew his was also. I knew some of it, at least, was mine.

“Kyle, I want to jerk off now”, I whispered, nervously. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to cum on me at that point.

He rolled off of me as I reached for my cock. My pubic hair was plastered to my pelvis with Kyle’s pre-cum. He knew it.

“Sorry about your bush, man” he said as he started pulling on his dick, “Mine’s all gooey from you too. Felt pretty sweet…” he finished as he blasted himself away in his masturbation. I watched his hand jerk up and down as if I wasn’t there. His eyes were closed tight. I was mesmerized.

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