Right away I know exactly what he wants; the mere suggestion stops me cold.
***
My car is parked on a different block and there’s a strange tension between myself and David as we wait. He’s offered to turn on the tv a few times, but I declined. I prefer to wait in silence with my thoughts on this matter. The possibility that my best friend could be engaged in incest makes me nauseous.
I stand and walk around the living room, then I sit down and look at my phone, repeating the process. This makes David uncomfortable and nervous, but oh well. There are bigger issues to worry about.
“Don’t be mad at her,” David says.
“I’m not mad. I just want to understand. She’s my best friend and competition partner. I’m looking out for her best interests.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you’re still here.”
“If this is true, why are you telling me everything? Why do you want to show me?”
“I think mom feels trapped because she can’t share this with anyone. It’s bottled up inside of her. I don’t know, I think she feels like a prisoner in some way, hoping for a friend who understands her, but knowing that could never happen.”
Ah, now it all makes sense. Growing up, Ruby was an only child who was shy and awkward. She’s told me, and has stated in multiple public interviews, that sports was her outlet to make friends and express herself.
I can imagine how alone she must feel carrying such a deep, dark secret, assuming this is true. I wonder if I can be her confidant, if I could accept this and give her emotional support. If the situation was reversed, I know she’d be there for me.
“Now you’re hoping I’d comfort your mother?” I ask.
He nods. “It was my fault for letting you inside the house without putting mom’s things away. So now you know And you’re one of the closest people in mom’s life.”
A car pulls into the driveway and David goes to the window.
“She’s here. Follow me.”
I follow his lead up the stairs, towards his bedroom, having no idea what to expect. My heart pounds from the burst of adrenaline and the creeping realization that I’m about to spy on my best friend.
David opens the closet door and gestures for me to get inside.
“You can’t be serious,” I say.
“Would you rather sneak out the window and leave? Mom just came home.”
Great point, so I step inside a closet, with the door closing just enough to leave a small opening. The opening is small enough to keep me hidden, but big enough to give me a view of the bedroom. The perfect, discreet size.
My heart pounds faster as David leaves to greet his mother. This is my first time being a secret voyeur, and in my best friend’s home of all places. I keep waiting for David to return, open the door, and tell me it was all a joke. That, of course, none of this is true. That I’m horrible for making such a wild accusation, while justifiably laughing at me.
That moment never comes.
Instead I hear their voices as they come up the stairs.
“Mom, can you suck my cock real quick?” David says in a nonchalant manner.
They’re in the upstairs hall and time slows while I wait for Ruby’s response to the disgusting question. The Ruby that I’ve known for decades would raise hell from her son speaking to her like that. I wait for the sound of her furious voice to echo through every room in the house.
“Again? What’s gotten into you?” Ruby replies.
“I’m in a great mood today. Plus you look hot right now.”
“You’ve always had a thing for my casual outfits. Alright, let’s hurry. I have other things to do later.”
My perspective of Ruby collapses and I feel like I barely know her, as the mom/son duo enter the bedroom where I hide. Fear and adrenaline rush through my veins as I pray I don’t get caught. Getting caught in this position could be the end of our friendship.
I see them together as I stand in the closet. Mother and son. They’re in the bedroom, and once again, time slows down.
A short gasp escapes my mouth when I see them kissing. This isn’t close to a normal mother/son kiss. It’s a woman in her 40’s locking lips with a 19 year old. Mother and son. That’s exactly what they are, despite their physical actions together. They are a wholesome, all-American, mother and son.
I get a head-rush listening to the wetness of their tongues smacking and roaming the other’s mouth. I can hear their lips pressing and I can see their hands on each other’s bodies.
Their kiss ends when Ruby gets on her knees and works to free Davidtopher’s penis. It’s my first time seeing it, something that never should happen. He’s erect and the sight makes me cringe; as I’ve said before, he’s like a nephew to me.
Ruby strokes the cock and marvels at what she’s dealing with, despite clearly having done this many times before. It confirms what David has been saying all along about their sexual relationship.
“Who gives the best blowjobs?” Ruby asks, stroking the cock while looking upward at her son.
“You already know.”
“Say it,” she says with a strict voice.
He smiles, looking down at mom. “My mother does. That’s who.”
“And who are they for?”
“Me. Only me. Because I’m your son.”
She kisses the tip of the penis. “Smart young man. That’s what I like to hear. You better appreciate this. I’ve turned down a lot of great sex to be exclusive to you.”
“I always appreciate you, mom.”
Their version of dirty talk horrifies me, but it’s also exciting. Hearing her engage in role-my play with her son twists my stomach in knots. It feels vile coming from her mouth. How could this be the woman I’ve known for so long? Has she betrayed her own values? Am I the sinner for spying? We’re all guilty, it seems.
Ruby is sucking her son’s cock, head bobbing back and forth, loving every inch of what her son possesses. The worst part is, I’ve never felt so aroused. This is doing things to me that are wrong, but I can’t stop looking. For fuck’s sake, she’s doing this to her son, a young man that I helped raise.
“Keep sucking, mom,” he says.
She spits the cock out. “Cum for me, I need that pre-workout protein.”
“Always.”
She strokes and earns every drop, wrapping her lips around the dick while she keeps pumping. I hear soft moans as she gargles cum down her throat and gets off doing it. It’s the hallmark of a woman who loves giving head.
After cleaning the cock with her mouth and smacking her lips together, she kisses her son’s thigh and stands. The kiss on the thigh was an act of love which reveals how deep she’s into this.
“I need to use the bathroom,” she says, kissing her son on the cheek. “Thanks for the snack. Delicious as always.”
Ruby pats her son’s shoulder and goes to the bathroom. I breathe a sigh of relief because I haven’t been caught. Standing here and watching them has been one of the most surreal moments of my life. The rush is similar to sports competition, only what I’ve witnessed is something out of a bizarre, pornographic dream.
The closet door opens and David gestures for me to remain silent.
“Walk quietly,” he whispers.
I tiptoe and follow him out of the bedroom and down the stairs. My legs feel weak after that dump of adrenaline, but I force my feet to move.
Before I leave through the front door, he stops me.
“Do you believe me now?” he whispers.
I whisper back, “Jesus, you were telling the truth.”
“Do you want to watch it again? Or join?”
I shake my head. “I have to go. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this. Ever.”
With that, I leave and briskly walk outside towards my car.
By the next hour I’m training with Ruby, doing warm-ups on an exercise bike followed by a fitness routine for explosiveness and speed. We focus on box jumps and lifting weights for high repetitions.
She’s focused today and we talk like everything’s normal, but the image of a big dick in Ruby’s mouth is hard to ignore. Who is this woman? Has she always been this way, or is there something about having a son’s cock lodged down your throat that makes a woman change? Such deviancy. I’ve never known Ruby to be a woman who indulges in dark fetishes, but then again we all have secrets.
I masturbate when I get home, cumming in the toilet, hiding in the confines of a closed bathroom door. I wash my hands with soap, which is a symbolic way of cleansing my mind from these unholy thoughts, then I go to my family. Everyone is home and I’m the best partner and parent that I can be.
Everything has come full circle as I’m hanging out with my kids and talking about their science projects, while thinking about Ruby and her son. What must they be doing at this hour? I make an effort to engage with my kids about school, their social life, and everything in between. At the same time, I wonder if Ruby is naked or wearing see-through lingerie for her son’s viewing pleasure.
I’m in bed at 10:49 p.m. and the lamplight shines as I use my phone. I deal with a lot of people so I’m constantly emailing and texting. I get a message from David which makes me pause.
David: Are you busy tomorrow night?
Me: No, why?
David: Take a look at this
There’s a moment of texting-silence until an image starts to load. It’s a picture of Ruby naked from behind, standing in front of the bathroom mirror as she applies cream on her face. This is the same naked body that I’ve seen countless times in the locker room shower. I know every ripple of muscle, every curve, every tan line that she possesses.
Her nudity is nothing new to me, except in this context I wonder if she had just gotten fucked. God, what a twisted thought. It hurts to think about, or maybe that feeling is something else entirely, a feeling that an ordinary person should never think. My best friend fucked her son. And I’m starting to like it.
Me: I see the image, she’s beautiful
David: Interested in watching again? I want mom to have a friend who understands, someone she can speak with. I have a plan. Interested?
Me: I might be interested, what’s the plan?
David: You’ll have to come at 9 pm tomorrow because mom is busy all day. I’m still working on the details. Interested?
Me: I’ll be there. Have a good night, and thank you
I put the phone down and ignored the other emails that I was supposed to respond to. This takes precedence over everything. A stirring feeling takes hold of my gut and a fire burns in my groin. I turn the light off and lay in the darkness next to my partner. Part of me wants to have sex, but my mind won’t be there. My mind is elsewhere, in Ruby’s household.
When I hear my partner sleeping, I reach down and play with myself. Shame can be a powerful aphrodisiac, it seems.
***
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