Pete entered the house quietly. He hadn't really believed what David had told him, but the thoughts that it had created in his head still excited him and he had to find out if it was true. He hoped it was, but he also hoped it wasn't.
He could hear noises from the living room, heavy panting noises. He moved slowly. The door was partly open and through the crack between the door and the door frame he could see what was happening. There was a lot of activity, a lot of noise. He doubted very much whether he needed to be as quiet as he had been, but he still kept quiet and moved slowly, moving his eye to the door crack to see what was happening.
He gasped. David had told him what to expect, but he still couldn't avoid the shock of it. On the floor, on the white fluffy rug that she loved so much, his mother lay with her legs open. Between them, Pete could see David ramming his cock as hard and fast as he could into her: his best friend was fucking his mom. What was equally shocking was the language that David was using.
'Do you like my cock in your cunt, you filthy slut?'
'Oh yes, David, more David, give me more. You're such a very very naughty boy. FUCK ME!'
David renewed his thrusts into her. Pete could see his mom's right breast bouncing, her left gripped hard in David's hand. She was arching her back, pushing up to meet Dave's thrusts.
'Peter would like to see you like this, wouldn't he?' said Dave, driving his cock hard up inside her.