My Mother Lent Me to Her Best Friend

—Come on, sleepyhead, it’s time to get up.

I was fast asleep and woke up to my mother’s voice beside the bed. The night before I’d stayed up watching a series and it had gotten ridiculously late, the usual binge you promise yourself you’ll stop after the next episode and never do.

—It’s Sunday. You could let me rest.

—You’ve already rested. It’s eleven in the morning. I ran into your ex-wife, who was going to an aunt’s house for lunch. She told me you seemed sad yesterday, that you put on your headphones and your tablet and ignored everybody.

—It was a rough week at work. I won’t go into details, but I got stuck with several ugly cases. The kind that cling to you.

—Then you’re getting up and coming with me. I’ve got plans with a friend to go see her, she invited me to lunch at her place. That way you’ll clear your head and get out of those dark thoughts.

—Right now I’m not interested in anything. I just want to sleep and not think about a thing.

—Well then, I’ll tell you about my friend Marta, who split up a while ago and is very lonely. She keeps telling me she wants to meet people and that everyone she runs into is an idiot. And you’re alone too, and you don’t seem to be looking for anyone either.

—And you expect me to be seduced by that proposal?

—I don’t think so. In any case, the point is she lives on the other side of the city and I need you to drive me. If afterward you don’t want to stay and put up with our conversation, you can leave and come back when I tell you.

She grabbed my dick and balls over the sheet, massaging them as she came closer and gave me a long, wet kiss. My hands went to her back and I pulled her against me. I had no intention of getting up, I was sleepy, but I also wanted to have sex with her badly.

—Not now —she said, pulling back and laughing when she saw my intentions—. First you take me there and then we’ll see what happens. If you’re a good boy, you’ll get a reward.

I’d gone at least three days without sex, because work hadn’t given me a chance to see my mother and my ex-wife had a new boyfriend. Maybe that, added to the crap at the office, was why my ex-wife had seen me looking so down.

I got up reluctantly, took a quick shower, and put on clean clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror and liked the image. Maybe her friend was another chance to get something going, I thought without much faith.

—I’m ready. Let’s go.

My mother put the address into the GPS and the device showed forty minutes, with some traffic crossing the center. It wasn’t a bad route, almost all of it along wide avenues. Luckily, as soon as we arrived I found a place to park, even if I had to pay in the meter zone, as always in that part of the city.

We rang the building bell and immediately a deep female voice answered and let us in. We went upstairs, and when we got out of the elevator I saw a half-open door toward which I followed my mother. Behind it appeared a blonde woman, fairly short, who wasn’t smiling and was gesturing us inside with her hand, inviting us in.

—Good morning. I’m glad you came.

—And well accompanied by my driver.

She looked at me, nodding in approval, her eyes very wide, as if she were sizing me up from head to toe.

—I’m very glad. The only man who comes into this house is my son, and hardly ever even he does.

My mother’s friend was much younger than I’d expected. I’d put her at around sixty-three, because my mother had told me she’d retired recently. Her hair was a little curly and tousled, and she had a cheerful expression. Physically, she carried a few extra pounds, but well distributed, with a round, striking ass and a medium-sized chest.

—Sit down, I’ll be right back. I made some rice and I have to keep an eye on it. I wasn’t expecting you to come with company, but there’s plenty for the three of us.

We sat on the sofa while she went into the kitchen, from where she asked if we wanted something to drink. I asked for a sugar-free soda and my mother chose a beer. Marta came back right away with two beers for them and a soda for me, plus some appetizers she put on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

—How are you? —my mother asked.

—Good. I suppose I should have split up years ago. There really hadn’t been anything left between us for a long time. We were two strangers living under the same roof.

—I feel like I live in a routine at home too —my mother answered—. But I’ve got my son to give me a little joy —she said, with a second meaning her friend couldn’t understand.

—Lucky you. Mine only remembers me when he needs something or when he’s broke. He’s not affectionate at all.

—Children should take care of their mothers —I said, hugging mine and leaning in to kiss her cheek. But she turned her face and nearly gave me a full kiss on the lips.

The friend smiled, surprised by the scene.

—I can barely remember what it’s like to get a kiss.

—At home we’ve become pretty kissy. We weren’t like that before, but our relationship got much better.

Marta smiled again and went to the kitchen to get the food, and I took the opportunity to kiss my mother’s mouth and finish the half-kiss from before. When the friend came back, I was still almost on top of her. I think she noticed something, but she said nothing.

The meal was good, but after the appetizer beer several more went down and the two of them started to get cheerful. The laughter was constant and the jokes got raunchier by the minute.

—I’m dying to go to a bar and tangle with someone who’ll dust off my cobwebs.

—You wouldn’t dare —my mother replied—. You’d probably want to keep them at your place afterward.

—I’d do it right there!

They both burst out laughing at the comment.

—You’re coming to the bar with me.

—No, no. I’m too fat and I’d be embarrassed.

—You’ve definitely got an audience. A lot of men would love those tits.

My mother laughed at the remark and I found it funny too.

—Come on, what do you say? Do you think your mother can be attractive?

—To me she is. I like well-mature women.

—See? You already have an admirer without even leaving the house. Would you flirt with us in a bar?

—Honestly, I wouldn’t mind at all.

—That’s because you haven’t seen us naked. You’d be disappointed.

—That remains to be seen. I’ve seen my mother, and she’s in great shape.

Marta’s eyes went wide.

—Wow. I had you pegged as a conservative woman. And how does that work?

—My son lived with me for a while and in the end we ended up seeing each other.

—And what do you think of your mother?

—That she’s hot and that a lot of men would feel desire for a body like that.

—Well, I don’t think mine would please you as much. I don’t have those huge tits and my ass isn’t as firm as it used to be —and with that, she got up and started a kind of dance beside the table, turning around to show off her ass.

I threw a few compliments her way to encourage her to keep going. My mother, I don’t know whether out of jealousy or to heat things up, joined her by standing up and doing her own dance.

—Look at these two sexy women. I love this show —I said while I searched my phone for music to match the rhythm of their movements.

—Do you like what you see? —the friend asked.

—And I want more. It’s like having two club dancers all to myself.

My mother unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, exposing part of her bra, and with her other hand she hiked her skirt almost up to her waist. There I guessed she wasn’t wearing any underwear, because I could see the side of her huge ass. Marta wore a T-shirt and black leggings, and opted to take off her top and show a black lace bra holding up breasts that were surprisingly firm for her age.

—I love it. I want more.

My mother came over and pulled me up from the armchair, unbuttoning and taking off my shirt.

—We want more too.

She wrapped herself around me and placed one of my hands on her bare thigh while she kept dancing pressed against my body.

—Did you come without anything underneath? —I whispered in her ear.

—I already told you I’d give you what’s yours afterward.

The friend watched us, enjoying the dance, and came closer. I took my free hand to her waist and slid it down to her hip, pulling her against my side. Now I had one woman on each side, pressed against me, and that made me unbelievably hot.

—Two mature women dancing for you —Marta said.

In response, I turned toward her and planted a kiss on her lips that she didn’t refuse. She could have stepped away, but she put her arms around my neck and kept going with short kisses. I wanted more, I was burning, and I sought out her tongue with mine.

—Look how lucky you are, you didn’t even have to go to the bar —my mother whispered to her friend, who was writhing against me like a cat in heat.

I let go of my mother and focused on Marta’s hips, which kept kissing me with more and more passion. I slid a hand to her ass and, finding no complaint, moved it up over her stomach to one of her breasts, which I started kneading through the lace. She moved as if she were still dancing, but now I felt the full brush of my groin against her.

—Your mother’s right there —she told me in a moment of lucidity—. And I’m getting too turned on. I’d do something crazy right now.

My mother had moved a little away and was dancing alone. She finished unbuttoning her blouse and let it fall. Seeing that we were looking, she came back over.

—I’m lending you my son so you can enjoy him. He woke up horny today and he’s going to really make you enjoy yourself.

Marta couldn’t believe what my mother had just said.

—She can have me whenever she wants —I confirmed.

The look on her friend’s face was priceless as she tried to make sense of what she was hearing. My mother had opened another beer and was dancing, lifting her skirt so high she almost showed her ass bare.

—Do you like it? He’s yours —she told her.

Marta looked at me, still stunned, while I slipped my hand into her leggings and then under her underwear, until I felt soft pubic hair and kept going slowly with my fingers until I touched a sex that was slightly wet.

—Your mother’s right there. This isn’t right.

—She doesn’t care. In fact, it’s not the first time she’s seen me with someone and she doesn’t give a damn. I assure you she loves seeing you enjoy yourself.

I started caressing her slowly and she let out a few moans. With my free hand I unclasped her bra and started licking big, hard nipples. I was enjoying immensely feeling the pleasure I was drawing out of her.

—No man has touched me in a long time —she confessed—. I’m a little scared.

I kissed her again and took her by the hand toward the sofa, where I laid her back and took off the little clothing she had left. I positioned myself between her legs and started licking her clit as fast as my tongue could manage, sliding in one finger and then two at the same time. I was about to burst and freed myself from my pants and underwear.

—I love it —she said in whispers.

—You’re delicious.

I settled on top of her and we kissed. My sex, rock hard, was already brushing the entrance to hers.

—Are you going to fuck this old lady?

—Do you want me to?

—I think so. But gently.

I lowered myself a little more, rested the tip at her entrance, and eased in slowly. The penetration made her close her eyes and moan loudly.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that my mother had sat down and was watching us without missing a detail, touching her naked sex with her skirt bunched up around her waist.

I started slowly, but soon increased the pace, listening to the wet slap of an increasingly soaked sex. She was very tight, and that gave me even more pleasure. I wanted to feel every thrust: I went in hard and came out slower, almost to the tip, before sinking back in again.

Marta pulled me tight against her. Her eyes stayed closed and all you could hear from her were gasps with her mouth open. A few stronger moans and the spasms of her sex squeezing me warned me she was getting there, while I kept pumping without mercy.

—So good... so good —she said between gasps—. You’ve blown me away.

I pulled my sex out of her and, planting one knee on the sofa, kept stroking myself.

—Where do you want me to finish?

—Do it on my tits. I love feeling it hot.

I settled with one knee on the sofa beside her chest and the other leg on the floor, almost sitting on her stomach, and she grabbed my cock to finish jerking me off. It didn’t take me long to come in a good thick burst over her breasts.

My mother was still in her chair, but now it was clear she was also reaching orgasm and touching herself frantically. I stood up, went over to her, knelt down, and put my mouth on her sex to swallow everything she was releasing. Her fingers tortured her clit and my tongue went inside her. A hard spasm, a stifled gasp, and I felt the warm flow in my mouth, which I welcomed happily. I stayed there a few seconds before getting up and kissing her mouth, as was our habit.

—I really didn’t expect that —Marta said, still lying on the sofa—. You licked your mother’s pussy.

—And she fucks me whenever she wants. I’m a good mother who takes care of him. But today I lent him to you.

My mother, hot as she was, went over to her friend and knelt down as I had done, ending up over her and bending to suck one of her breasts. Marta didn’t know how to react and, after a few seconds, pressed her head against her chest. My mother lowered her hand and started stroking her friend’s wet sex.

—Besides, I discovered I like women.

—The two of you are going to kill me with pleasure.

My mother brought her mouth to Marta’s and, although it seemed a little difficult at first, the caresses melted her and they ended up locked in a frantic kiss.

—Mom wants to feel her boy too —my mother said, pausing for a moment—. Make me feel it, my son.

When she wanted to get me even hotter, she’d emphasize the word “son,” knowing damn well that it sent me straight to a hundred.

I’d come only minutes before, but that day I was burning hot, as I said, after several sexless days, and I reacted immediately to her words and to the sight of her huge ass in front of me. I started rubbing myself all over her ass, from below up to her sex.

—Put it in, my love. Mom wants to make you feel really good.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I got myself into position behind her on the sofa and aimed for the entrance to her ass. She was still fingering her friend, and Marta was tending to her too while they kissed passionately. I pushed a little and entered her already familiar rectum.

—Do you like Mom’s little ass?

—I love it.

—My boy loves sticking it in my ass, and I like it when he does and I feel his hot load inside —she told Marta.

—You’re so lucky. He’s got a good one.

I was already in more than halfway and started moving slowly. I could feel her tightening and releasing as I thrust. I wasn’t in a hurry; I wanted to stretch out a moment of so much pleasure.

—Mom, you’ve got the best ass in the world.

—And the biggest —she replied, laughing—. So give me everything. I want you to enjoy yourself.

I was getting hotter and hotter and picked up the pace. I could feel Marta’s fingers reaching my testicles every time I bounced against my mother’s ass. The two women’s moans became more intense until they both came almost at the same time. My mother clenched hard and, although I’d already come before, I held on for a good while before emptying myself inside her.

—All my cream for my mom.

She got up from the sofa, hugged me, and kissed me. I put my hand on her ass and felt semen sliding down her thighs.

—I think we’re going to have to take a shower —Marta suggested, and now she was hugging and kissing us too, taking turns between us, the three of us playing with our tongues—. Luckily my shower is big.

***

The three of us got into the shower, and I wouldn’t know whether to say to wash or to keep up the game of caresses and kisses. We spent a good while there before going back to the sofa, where the three of us sat naked, me in the middle of those two hot women.

—Thanks for bringing your son. I loved it. And I love watching the two of you enjoy yourselves together, it’s so filthy.

—I like being able to share it with you. He’s such a horny bastard. Look how he fucked both of us and he’s hard again already.

—What can they do, with two women like us on either side. They make me so hot.

—Poor baby —my mother said mockingly—. We’ll have to do something so he goes home relaxed, right?

My mother placed a cushion on the floor and knelt in front of me, taking my whole sex into her mouth, all the way to the back, holding my testicles with one hand to play with them.

—Won’t you help me?

—I’ve never done that.

—Put it in your mouth and suck like it’s an ice cream. I love the feeling. I hadn’t ever done it before either. Now I wake him up like this.

—I can see this has been going on for a while.

—A few months. But wonderful ones.

Marta didn’t need to be asked twice and knelt down beside her. My mother made her take it all the way into her mouth and kept the rhythm by holding her head.

—Do you like the way she sucks you?

—A lot, Mom. She’s licking with gusto.

—Then give her a good load, she’s hungry. She’ll swallow the whole thing, for sure.

It took a while to come after so many times. When I said I was about to go, my mother pressed her head forward so she wouldn’t pull away, and I felt myself emptying deep in the back of her throat. Marta pulled back, licked her lips clean, and then shared a kiss with my mother, who must have tasted it on her friend’s mouth.

—I loved it. Don’t take long to come see me again.

—We definitely will. Or you can come over to our place.

—Then the three of us will see each other there.

—Or just you and me, if you want. We can play too.

The two of them kissed again, caressing each other’s whole bodies in front of me, kneeling one before the other.

Months earlier, I couldn’t even imagine how far my own depravity would go. But much less my mother’s.