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It was a text from an unknown number, but I needed no one to tell me who it was. "We need to talk. Call me when you're ready.” I sent a message to Celine telling her I needed her. I sat across from Celine at a café, my hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. Celine's eyes were wide with disbelief as she whispered, "You slept with your mom's boyfriend?" I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "Keep your voice down!" Celine leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry, but this is insane. Start from the beginning."

"Xavier, even if you don't want to do it, you don't have to take it out on the food. Mom worked so hard making this for you." I shouted right at him. "Stop pretending! Get out of my—" Before I could finish, a loud slap landed across my face. My mom glared at me. "You don't get to throw your weight around in this house. Apologize to your brother. Now." Kaden's eyes flashed with satisfaction, though his face still looked wounded. "Mom, if he really doesn't want to, forget it. I just won't get married." My mom immediately cut him off. "Don't be ridiculous. You're my son. Of course, you're getting married. I'm waiting for grandkids."

Mom frowned and set some of the things down. “Ray, can you hear me?” Still no reply. Growing impatient, Mom reached the door to push it open. It wasn’t locked, only slightly ajar. She pushed it open wider and peered inside. In an instant, her expression froze.

~~~~~ There I was standing in his bathroom and rethinking everything decision that has led me to this moment, standing here in nothing but a flimsy excuse of a shirt and shorts. I excused myself since fifteen minutes ago and I was still in here, gathering courage to step outside and face him. Breathe, Elena, breathe. I whispered to myself like a chant, walking towards the door now and placed my hand on the door knob, again, the image of Jake laying on the bed, naked, his arms placed beneath his head, eyes hazy and dark with need, his right leg plopped up while a white flimsy clothe covered his member. His golden skin basking in the moonlight.

Nothing follows. When it comes to love and sex he preferred experienced women and not a girl who had no flair for anything that involved kinks. The ironic part was that she was the only available item in the shed when he was searching for his Baby Mama. He didn't have plenty of time back then. So, yeah, it was the very reason as to why they were together now. Ira harrumphed, loosened his tie, and fumbled for the phone in his pocket. He busied himself with the gadget afterwards.

No way one guy can take care of two women who want to do nothing but fuck. Then came the night my mom decided to get cute. It was on the night that she usually ran around with Monica. She told me that she planned on being home early that night and that she had been extremely horny that day. "Get Troy over here baby. It would be nice to find you both here waiting for me when I get home." I called Troy and he said he would be right over. Mom came home and we went straight up to her bedroom. All three of us were on the bed naked, mom's mouth on my cock and Troy packing it to her from behind when I heard the front door close and footsteps coming up the stairs. I started to get up from the bed, b

He flips me one last time, pins my wrists above my head on Mom’s pillow, and fucks me missionary until the bed is soaked beneath us. “Gonna leave you dripping in her spot,” he rasps, slamming deep. “Gonna make these sheets reek of us.” He comes with a roar, pumping me full, grinding until every drop is inside. When he finally pulls out, the silk is ruined, dark wet patches everywhere, the air thick with sex and Mom’s perfume. He stands, looks down at me sprawled naked and wrecked on Mom’s side, cum leaking from me onto her Egyptian cotton. “Sleep here tonight,” he says, voice dark. “Naked. Don’t change the sheets. I want her to come home and smell exactly who you belong to now.”

The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness. On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light. I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

"Impossible! Zoey's always been a good girl. There's no way she'd hook up with some trashy punk like you. I'm calling the cops and reporting you for assault!" The guy snapped. "You crazy old bitch, what the hell is your problem?!" He jabbed a finger at Zoey. "What about all those times she came to the salon for free treatments and tried to hook up with me? I've been sleeping with her forever. Now she wants to act innocent?" The whole room erupted. Mom's face went pale. Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Zoey scanned the room before her gaze locked onto me. "You did this, didn't you?!"

Mom does the same and we're all naked in the center of the room and the men await their next order. Mom simply lays down on the floor next to her towel of "friends", picks up a medium sized vibrator, turns it on and starts lightly dragging it over her nipples, down her tummy to her waiting lips. Dad and I simply stand there watching... waiting... hardening. I glance over and see that Dad's cock is coming to life just as mine is as we watch Mom spread her legs wide, bent at the knee, toying herself. I unconsciously start stroking myself lightly and Mom stops, looks at me and says "No touching yourself."