I Fucked Mom’s Friend In The Ass

I’m nineteen. I just finished my first year at State and, after eight months of fighting for a communal shower and eating ramen out of a coffee mug, I’d landed right back at my mom’s place for the summer, watching the same four porn clips in my bedroom and wondering if a human body could actually adapt to that much lube. My summer gig at the hardware store didn’t start for a week, and my only goals for June were: A, get a tan, B, try to get laid by someone who wasn’t a random girl at a party I didn’t even remember, and C, finally stop watching porn.

I was zero for three.

So that morning, I was stretched across my bed, boxers halfway down my thighs, MacBook propped up on a pillow, and a bright, slippery MILF scene on repeat. Not just any MILF, my obsession was thick assed ones, the kind you only ever see in poolside videos with thirty-minute run times and titles like *Sitter’s Anal Examination.*

My eyes were glued to the part where the woman took it up the ass and begged for more. It was a compulsion, and I hated myself for it, even as I did it.

I was close, so close, and then I heard my mom’s footsteps in the hallway, which was supposed to be impossible because she always left for yoga by eight. I fumbled for the spacebar, managed to pause right at the perfect moment, a MILF with a huge ass and bright red nails spread for the camera, her face twisted in a perfect porn ‘O’. Too late. The door swung open, and there was my mom, already in her yoga clothes and holding a basket of laundry.

She didn’t scream, or throw anything, or even look particularly shocked. I guess you stop getting surprised after raising a boy for nearly two decades. Instead, she looked at the screen, then at me, then back to the screen.

“Kyle, are you serious right now?”

I scrambled to pull my shorts up, nearly kneed myself in the face in the process. “I—I didn’t know you were back. I thought you were at class.”

Mom set the basket down, crossed her arms and stared me down.

“Do you know how much porn you go through in a week?” she asked, gesturing at the MacBook like it was a crime scene. “I see the WiFi history, Kyle. It’s not just ‘a little’ anymore.”

I blushed so hard my scalp felt hot. “It’s not—”

“It’s not healthy,” she said, all cool and matter-of-fact, like she was discussing cholesterol. “You’re warping your brain. That stuff isn’t what real sex is like.”

I sat up, pulling the covers over my lap even though I wasn’t exactly packing a boner anymore. “Mom, can we not, can you please just knock next time?”

She ignored that, her attention still locked on the frozen frame of the video. “These women aren’t even your age,” she said, almost laughing now. “Is this what you’re into? Big butts, MILFs and…” She leaned in, peered at the screen with a clinical curiosity. “… anal, apparently.”

I wanted to disappear. “It’s just … a thing. I dunno. It’s everywhere now.”

She shook her head, sighing. “It’s not ‘everywhere.’ It’s just on your laptop, because you’ve convinced yourself that’s what you like.” She bent over, clicked the MacBook shut, and handed it to me. “You need to get out of your room and experience real life. You’re nineteen, Kyle. I don’t want you to end up like one of those guys who can’t even talk to a real woman without popping a boner.”

“Jesus, Mom,” I muttered, burying my face in my hands.

She softened a little, sitting down on the edge of my bed. “Hey. I’m not mad at you. I just … I want you to have better.” She looked at me, really looked, and I saw how tired she was. Being a single mom wasn’t easy, not even now, and I could tell she was trying to keep it together for my sake. “You know Carla’s coming over later, right?”

I blinked. “Oh?”

Carla was my mom’s best friend since before I was born, and lately she’d been around our house a lot. Her marriage had blown up last fall, and now she lived two blocks over, always popping by for coffee or wine or just to gossip on the patio. She was the kind of woman who looked like she belonged in those MILF videos: thick, tan, long hair, huge boobs and an ass that turned heads. I’d been low-key crushing on her since sophomore year, but I’d never said a word.

I nodded, trying not to look as excited as I felt. “Okay.”

Mom stood up, brushed imaginary dust off her leggings, and grabbed the laundry basket. “And you’re going to keep your pants on. Deal?”

I tried to joke it off. “Yeah. Guess I’ll save the porn for after you guys are done.”

She gave me a look. “That’s what I’m talking about. You can’t even go a day without making it about sex. I want you to think about that.”

She closed the door and left. I felt like a loser. I wanted to change, to be normal, but the second I let my mind wander, all I could think about was Carla’s ass in her red bikini last Fourth of July, the way she’d giggled when I dropped a sparkler in the pool and had to dive in after it. She’d pulled me out by the waistband, scolded me with a “You’re such a boy,” and I swear she’d looked right at my crotch for half a second.

I heard my phone buzz. A text from Mom, *Set up the pool deck chairs for me and Carla. Thanks, honey.*

I rolled out of bed, still half-hard, and grabbed a t-shirt from the floor. As I passed the mirror, I caught my reflection, lean, not as ripped as I wanted to be, short brown hair in desperate need of a trim, blue eyes that looked way too guilty for someone who hadn’t technically committed a crime. I yanked on some athletic shorts, hoping my morning wood would chill by the time I got outside.

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The backyard was already bright, sunlight bouncing off the pool. Mom was on the patio, talking on the phone. I could hear her voice but not the words. I lined up the pool chairs, grabbed the umbrella from the garage, did all the stuff I was told. As I finished, I saw Carla’s black SUV pulling up at the curb.

She stepped out, sunglasses on, auburn hair loose, and a tight-fitting tank top that hugged her chest like shrink-wrap. She wore cutoffs so short they made Daisy Dukes look modest. She flashed a smile and waved. “Morning, Kyle!”

“Hey,” I said, suddenly aware of the sweat on my neck.

She walked up the path, hips swaying, and I forced myself not to stare, which meant I stared even more. She set her tote bag on the table. We talked a little bit, but it was a bit awkward. Eventually, I excused myself, having ‘stuff’ to do, and Mom gave me a disappointed look.

When I got upstairs, I was camped out in my bedroom, spying through the cracked blinds at the most mind-meltingly hot woman I’d ever known, and she was sprawled topless on a pool chair ten feet from my window.

Carla always did everything at maximum: hair, tan, nails, cleavage and even her laugh. If Mom was a nine, Carla was at least a twelve, every curve poured into a tiny bikini like the packaging barely held. Today she’d picked an orange bikini that was, and I am not exaggerating, three triangles of fabric and a dental floss string. Her DD tits fought the top for dominance, and her ass was so round the chair looked like it was being eaten. The best part? She wore everything like it was normal, like being an absolute bombshell was a casual afterthought.

Mom and Carla were lying side by side, heads tipped together like they were sharing a secret. My window was barely cracked, but I could hear their laughter in snatches.

I knew I shouldn’t stare, but my brain had short-circuited. I just watched, the ache in my shorts returning, and the guilt flaring up along with it. Mom had left me alone with my thoughts all morning, but now, seeing her with Carla, I suspected she’d totally set me up. She wanted me close to temptation, hoping maybe I’d break the cycle or whatever.

I ducked as Mom sat up, stretching. “You’re sure you don’t mind cooking dinner for him?” she asked, lowering her sunglasses.

Carla scoffed. “Laura, I used to babysit the kid. I can handle him.”

“He’s nineteen,” Mom said, but she was smiling. “And he still can’t keep his room clean.”

Carla rolled her eyes. “Let him be a boy while he can.”

Mom leaned in, voice dropping. I had to really focus to make out the words. “He’s got a … thing, Carla. Anal porn. It’s all over the WiFi logs. He’s obsessed.”

Carla chuckled. “Sweetie, if that’s the worst habit he’s got, you’re lucky.”

Mom wasn’t laughing. “I mean it. I want him to have a normal life. You know what porn does to boys, he won’t even try with real girls, he just … watches. I can’t fix it. I thought maybe you could talk to him?”

So what I suspected was true, and then Carla said, “You think he wants to talk to me, or bend me over a table?”

Mom laughed. “You’d probably give him a heart attack, just … help him. I trust you.” Then she added, “And if you can get him to promise to quit, I’ll buy you dinner for a week.”

Carla pursed her lips, pretending to think. “You have a deal.” She turned her face toward the sun, totally relaxed. “No one’s ever OD’ed on ass, Laura.”

Mom shook her head, stood, and walked inside, already dialing someone on her phone.

A couple of minutes later, Mom yelled up the stairs, “Kyle! Come say goodbye, I’m leaving!”

I jogged down, pretending I hadn’t just been stalking her best friend like a pervert. “I’ll eat dinner with my sister and be back late.”

“Alright, have fun you two.”

“Don’t wait up,” she said, and kissed my cheek. “Carla will make dinner. She’s in charge.”

I nodded, barely listening. Carla came in from the patio, wearing her tank top and the cutoffs. Her auburn hair was loose, brushing her shoulders. She looked at my mom, then at me, her lips curling in a smirk.

“Call me if there is anything,” Mom said, and she was gone, the front door closing behind her. It was just me and Carla now.

She waited until the car pulled away, then dropped her tank top on the back of a chair and stretched. Her nipples showed through the skimpy bikini, and she pretended not to notice me staring.

“You like swimming?” she said, grabbing a towel.

“Uh … yeah, I guess,” I said, which was a lie. I hated swimming, but I’d jump off a cliff if she asked.

“Good. Meet me outside. You can’t just stay in your room all day,” she said, and sauntered out, bare feet slapping against the tile.

I followed. Carla sat at the edge, dipping her legs in. The orange bikini barely covered anything. She smiled at me.

“Sit down,” she said, patting the spot next to her. “Don’t be shy.”

I sat down next to her. Even if she was hot, she was a bit intimidating.

“Your mom tells me you’ve got a thing for asses,” she said, her voice low.

I turned red, stammering. “I, she, she exaggerates—”

Carla burst out laughing, cuffed me on the arm. “Relax. There’s nothing wrong with knowing what you like. But you’re wasting your time with videos. Real life is better.” She looked out over the pool. “You ever been with an older woman?”

“No,” I said, voice cracking like I was thirteen again.

She made an appreciative sound, like she liked the answer. “You want to be?”

I nodded, swallowing hard.

“Then you’re going to do exactly what I say,” she said, standing. “Start by getting my back.” She tossed me a bottle of oil, lay face-down on the pool chair and untied her bikini top, letting it fall open.

My hands shook as I poured the oil and started at her shoulders, working my way down. Her skin was soft and warm from the sun. I’d never touched anyone like this before, and my dick was instantly hard, pressed awkwardly into my shorts. I lingered at her lower back, just above her ass.

“Don’t be shy, Kyle,” she said, not looking up. “Get it everywhere.”

I did, sliding my hands over the curve of her ass, kneading the flesh. She moaned and arched her back. “That’s nice,” she said. “Now undo my bottoms.”

I blinked, but she snapped, “Go on.”

I tugged the string, and the bottoms came loose. She shimmied out of them, ass fully exposed, tight and round and utterly perfect. I stared, unable to help myself. It was super smooth with not a wrinkle in sight, just country miles of ass.

“You ever eat ass before?” she asked, rolling over to face me, tits out, nipples dark and stiff.

I stammered, “No, I mean, I’ve seen it, but—”

She cut me off with a grin. “There’s a first time for everything.” She sat up, pulled me by the front of my shirt, and kissed me, which caught me off guard, but I didn’t fight it. She sucked on my bottom lip, then whispered, “You’re going to be a good boy for me, right?”

I nodded, heart in my throat.

She stood, pulling me up with her. “Let’s go inside,” she said. “The neighbors are nosy.”

I followed her up the stairs, watching the muscles in her ass flex with every step.

“Your bedroom … or your mom’s?” she asked with a grin.

“I think mine works … I got a queen-sized bed.”

She giggled, and I opened and welcomed her inside, not sure what awaited me. In my room, she turned, shoved me onto the bed, and knelt between my legs. She peeled off my shorts, freeing my cock, which was rock hard and leaking.

She whistled, impressed. “Damn, your mom did not tell me about this part,” she said, wrapping her hand around the base. “You ever used it for real?”

I shook my head, too stunned to lie.

She grinned, then leaned in and took me in her mouth, slow and deep, her tongue working the underside while her hand stroked the shaft. She was relentless, and I had to clench my fists to keep from exploding right away. She pulled off, saliva trailing from her lips, trickling onto my shaft and pooling at the base, and smiled.

“Not bad,” she said, then straddled my chest, her ass inches from my face. “Your turn.”

She guided my hands to her cheeks, spread them, and bent forward. I paused, thinking I was dreaming, but she reached back and pulled my head in. I tongued her, shy at first, but she kept urging me deeper, talking dirty the whole time.

“That’s it. Right there, Kyle. God, you’re a natural. You like my ass?”

I couldn’t even talk, just moaned into her and licked her beautiful ass right on the rim. I couldn’t get enough of her rosebud and that wonderful crack. She squirmed, getting wetter by the second, and finally reached for the lube on my nightstand.

She slicked her fingers, worked them into herself, two, then three, then she looked over her shoulder and said, “You ready to try for real?”

I nodded. She rolled over onto all fours, waving her ass at me, and lined herself up. “Go slow,” she said. “Take your time.”

I positioned myself behind her, tip at her entrance, and pushed. She was so tight it almost hurt, but Carla just grunted, reached back and guided me in.

“More,” she said. “You’re not going to break me.”

I pushed, sinking all the way to the base, and she gasped, clutching the sheets.

“Fuck, that’s good. Now fuck me.”

I did, slow at first, then faster as she urged me on. The sounds were obscene, slapping flesh, breathy moans and her nails tearing at my bedsheets. She kept up a stream of encouragement, mixing dirty talk with praise.

“Good boy. You like that ass? You’ll never need porn again. No screen can beat this.”

“I’m in heaven.”

“Oh, yeah? Let me ride you,” she said.

I pulled out from her gaping ass, and she pushed me onto my bed. Before I could process what was happening, Carla straddled me backward, her incredible ass facing me as she reached between her legs to grip my slick cock. She positioned herself over me, and she lowered down. I watched, mesmerized, as my thickness disappeared inch by inch into her tight backdoor.

“Wow,” I said, gripping her hips.

Carla looked over her shoulder, her auburn hair cascading down her back. “You like this view better, don’t you?”

I couldn’t even form words. The sight of her ass bouncing on my cock was better than any porn I’d ever seen. She worked herself up and down, controlling the pace, taking me deeper with each drop. Her ass jiggled with every movement, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

“Touch me,” she said, guiding my hands to her ass cheeks.

I squeezed the flesh, spreading her wider, watching my cock disappear and reappear. The visual was overwhelming, her curves, the way she took all of me and how she twisted her hips in circles when I was deep inside.

“I’m gonna come if you keep doing that,” I told her, feeling the pressure building.

She lifted herself off my cock, and it landed with a smack onto my waist. She only gave me a couple of seconds to breathe.

She rolled onto her back, pulled her knees to her chest, and spread them wide. “Anal missionary,” she whispered. “I want to see your face when you fill my ass.”

I positioned myself between her legs, guided my cock back to her ass, and pushed forward. I could see every expression on her face as I penetrated her rosebud.

“That’s it,” she said, reaching up to grip my shoulders. “Fuck me deep.”

I thrust into her, watching her eyes roll back, her tits bouncing with each impact. The pressure was building again and this time I couldn’t hold back.

“I’m gonna come,” I panted.

“That’s what I’m here for,” she said with a wink, squeezing her D cup tits together and forming them into a deep cleavage.

I fucked her ass ten more times, and then the friction became so intense I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pumping load after load deep into her ass. The orgasm was so intense I saw stars. I kept thrusting through it, riding out every pulse until I was completely drained and I’d soaked her ass.

When I finally pulled out, her rim gripping my cock, I stared in awe at what I’d done. My cum was leaking from her ass, a perfect creampie just like in the videos, except this was real, warm and wet and right in front of me.

“Fuck,” I whispered, unable to look away.

Carla propped herself up on her elbows, looking thoroughly satisfied. “So,” she said with a knowing smile, “better than porn?”

“God, yes,” I answered immediately. “Nothing even comes close.”

She reached out, stroked my cheek with her thumb. “You know, Kyle, my backdoor is always open to you.” Her eyes locked with mine, suddenly serious. “But only if you promise me something.”

“Anything,” I said, still riding the high.

“No more porn. Not ever. Why watch when you can have the real thing?”

I nodded eagerly. “I promise. I don’t need it anymore.”

She smiled, pulled me down for a kiss. “Good boy.”

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