After graduation I eased into a lazy summer, hanging out with my buddy Ben, smoking weed and lounging around the pool. Today was no different. After being in the sun all afternoon, we head inside to cool off in my room. I lay on the bed playing games on my phone, while Ben sits in front of my computer clicking around the internet. "Where's your porn stash on here?" he asks as he pokes around file folders on my computer.
"What makes you think I have one?" I say.
"Aha, here we go," Ben says as he scrolls through a long list of videos and images I've collected over the years. "Wow, you've got it all. You must beat off constantly."
Ben opens up a video featuring a stacked, older brunette — fake tits, skinny waste, wide hips and a fantastic round ass. He skips ahead to the action. She's on her knees with a huge pornstar cock in each hand. Loud slurping and moaning booms out of the speakers as she gives a sloppy blowjob to one guy and strokes the other one. "Dude, turn it down," I tell him. "My Mom is home." He turns the volume down to a whisper and skips ahead to see one guy fucking the MILF from behind. The other guy has his fingers tangled in her hair, filling her eager mouth with his cock. In the shadows under my desk I notice Ben is rubbing himself through his shorts. I pretend to focus on my phone while my dick starts to twitch and tingle.
"She looks kinda like your Mom," Ben says while skipping ahead in the video. I ignore the comment as the video continues to the end where the two guys stroke fast and hard, veins pulsing, on each side of the hot brunette. Ben leans back, obviously rubbing the length of his dick through his shorts. The first guy unloads thick ropes of cum across her upturned face. "Oh fuck yeah," Ben says, "I want to bust my nut those tits." I adjust my growing erection as the second guy adds more jizz to the messy facial. "You got more MILFs like that on here?"
"Probably." I try to return my focus to my phone as Ben digs through my porn archives. He opens and closes a few images, quickly skipping around. Without me noticing he finds himself in what I thought was my hidden stash.
"Holy shit," Ben says, "that is your Mom."
"Stop!" I yell. He jumps ahead in the video I stole a few months ago. I shove him aside, knocking over the chair. I grab ahold of the mouse, frantically clicking, closing the video as my Mom wraps her lips around my Dad's dick.
"Where the hell did you get that, you perv?" Ben asks.
My face is flushed, panic in my throat, I say, "I just found it. I don't know."
"So gross," Ben says as I bat his hand away from the computer. "Let me see it again."
"No way. You gotta go."
"Just a little. Come on. What all do they do?"
I know he's never going to give in. "Fine. Promise you won't tell anyone?"
Ben chuckles. "What? That you jerk off to your Mom and Dad?"
"Forget it."
"I'm sorry. I promise. Open it up."
I look him over, pretending to be put out by the request. "Fine." I start the familiar video again and plop back on the bed like it's no big deal. My heart races as Ben gets back in the chair leaning in close to the screen.
"Oh wow" Ben says as my Mom's full lips wrap around the head of my Dad's cock. She swirls her tongue around the tip before going deep, holding him in her throat. "Oh man, I would..." A light knock on the bedroom door interrupts him. Ben closes the video swivels around with dumb grin on his face. The door opens just wide enough for my Mom's head to poke inside.
"Hey Mom, what's up?" I ask, a little shaky with adrenaline.
"Just saying hi," my Mom says, eyes narrowed with suspicion. "What are you two doing in here?"
"Nothing," I say, "just hanging out."
"Alright then. I'm making dinner later. You're welcome to join us, Ben."
"Thanks, but I gotta head home," Ben says. My Mom smiles, looks us over and closes the door.
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A couple of days later I open the front door. Ben is standing there sweating and grinning. "What's up?" he says as he enters the cool house. "Hot as balls out there, it's pool time."
"We getting high first?"
Ben holds up a plastic bag containing a few chunks of light green marijuana. "Damn right." We both walk into the empty living room. "You been beating off to your Mom while she's at work?"
"Shut up and pack a bowl."
"I know I have." He sets a colorful glass pipe on the coffee table and starts loading it with weed. "I've been dreaming of her slobbering all over my dick. And those tits. Just think when you were a little baby you got to suck on those titties all the time, num num num."
"Fuck you, dude. What if I talked about your Mom like that?"
Ben finishes packing the pipe. "Go for it," he says with a shrug, "She's not hot. Kinda gross." We both head for the backyard. "Make you a deal. You let me watch the whole video later, I'll never bring it up again."
Squinting, I look at his grinning mug as we step out into the sunny and sweltering backyard. "One time?" I ask.
"That's it, but I may need some alone time afterward."