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Best friend's Mom: Part 4
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2026-08-20 13:13:17I woke up on the couch to the sound of Jake moving around upstairs.
Sunlight cut through the living-room blinds in thin stripes. My body felt heavy and used in the best way. Every shift of the blanket reminded me of the night before—Elena’s legs around my waist, the creak of the kitchen counter, the way she had clenched around me when she came. I stayed still until I heard Jake’s shower start. Then I sat up, dragged a hand over my face, and checked the time. 8:14 a.m. My phone was still in the pocket of my sweatpants. I pulled it out more from habit than expectation. One new message. Unknown number—except it wasn’t unknown. I had saved it years ago under “Jake’s Mom” and never used it for anything that wasn’t about rides or pizza money. The message had arrived at 7:03 a.m. I opened it. No greeting. Just a photo. Elena, lying on her stomach in bed, sheets pushed down to the small of her back. The morning light from her window painted her skin gold. She was completely bare. One leg bent just enough to show the soft curve of her ass and the shadowed space between her thighs. Her face was turned toward the camera, hair messy, expression calm and knowing. Under the photo was a single line of text: Same time next Friday. Jake has an away game. Don’t make me wait. My cock twitched hard against the inside of my boxers. I stared at the picture longer than I should have. The same body I had fucked on the kitchen counter less than seven hours ago was now on my phone, offered up like an invitation I had no intention of refusing. Another message came through while I was still looking. You’re already hard, aren’t you? I exhaled a quiet, rough laugh and typed back. Yeah. Three dots appeared immediately. Good. Keep it that way until Friday. I want you as desperate as I am right now. A second photo followed. This one was closer. Elena on her back, knees bent, one hand between her legs. Two fingers were clearly inside her. The photo was angled so I could see how wet she was—glistening, messy, like she had been touching herself while thinking about the night before. Her tank top was pushed up above her breasts. One nipple was still tight from her own fingers. The caption read: This is what you did to me. Fix it Friday or I’ll come find you. My cock was fully hard now, straining against the fabric. I adjusted myself with a wince and typed with my free hand. I’ll be there. Her reply was almost instant. I know. Delete the photos after you look. Or don’t. I don’t care. Just show up ready to use me again. I saved both pictures before I could talk myself out of it, then deleted the thread the way she had suggested. Not because I was worried about Jake finding them—though that risk sat sharp in the back of my mind—but because keeping them visible felt like a dare I wasn’t ready to test in daylight. Upstairs the shower shut off. Jake’s footsteps moved across the ceiling. I scrubbed both hands over my face, forced my body back under control as much as possible, and stood up just as he came down the stairs in a towel, hair dripping. “Morning, dude,” he said, voice still rough from sleep. “You crash okay?” “Yeah.” My voice came out mostly normal. “Couch is fine.” He headed for the kitchen. I followed a few steps behind, pulse still elevated, the memory of what his mother and I had done on that exact counter still vivid enough to make my stomach tighten. Elena was already there. She stood at the stove in a robe, hair damp from her own shower, pouring coffee like nothing had happened. When she glanced over her shoulder and saw me, her expression didn’t change for Jake’s benefit—but her eyes held mine a half-second too long. A private, heated reminder. “Morning, sweetheart,” she said to Jake. Then, milder, to me: “Coffee?” “Please.” She poured a second mug and held it out. When I took it, her fingers brushed mine deliberately under the cover of the mug. The contact was brief. It still sent a fresh pulse of blood south. Jake opened the fridge, completely oblivious, already talking about the game next weekend and whether I wanted to come over and watch the highlights afterward. Elena’s gaze flicked to me over the rim of her own coffee. The corner of her mouth curved in the smallest, filthiest smile. Friday, she mouthed silently. I gave the barest nod. Jake kept talking. The kitchen smelled like coffee and toast. Sunlight filled the room like it had every other morning of my life. Nothing looked different. Everything was different. I drank my coffee, listened to my best friend make plans, and already counted the days until Friday—when his mother would be alone, waiting, and I would walk through the door knowing exactly what she wanted me to do to her again.
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