By the next night, I’m sitting in my car at 8:51 p.m. down the street from Ruby’s home. I’m nervous with my phone in hand, questioning myself. I think of all the reasons I should leave and go home to my family, who think I’m at a social function (which this technically is). I think of all the reasons I should stay and be part of this ill-conceived plan.
The screen on my phone lights when I receive a text.
David: You can come now, make sure you’re quiet
I suck in a deep breath as I leave my car and walk towards Ruby’s house at night. This could make or break our friendship. It’s plausible that she’ll never speak with me again, and I’d understand that feeling. Best friends should never spy on each other to this degree, but this has an important purpose.
The front door opens and I’m greeted by David, with classic rock music from the 70’s playing up the stairs. The music conceals my arrival, which is smart. I remove my shoes and stand barefoot on the carpet.
We don’t say a word and go up the stairs. I’m careful with each step, my toes digging into the carpet. I have a faint idea of what to expect, but I didn’t bother asking for more details. At this point, I trust David with whatever he wants to do because he’s proven his truthfulness.
Ruby is naked on the bedroom floor, in the prone position with her butt pointed out, and her wrists tied to the bed. Her head is resting on the bed and she’s blindfolded. As I mentioned earlier, I’ve seen her naked countless times in the locker room shower throughout our volleyball career. This is the first time I can actually look into her anus or vagina.
The son walks over and gives a soft rub to mom’s butt, which makes her shiver with anticipation, and the son turns the music off. Silence. Complete silence.
I stand motionless by the wall and I’m terrified of making a sound. It’s like an ongoing crime, a home invasion, where I am the voyeur criminal and Ruby is the prey. Yes, I acknowledge that she is the victim here and I wonder about the endgame.
David gets naked in a flash, stripping his clothes and tossing them on the bed. I saw his penis yesterday, but to see this young man completely naked will forever change our relationship more than yesterday already has. He’s now a man in my eyes, no longer the young boy. I marvel at his figure.
His penis is halfway erect and he pushes it towards mom’s face on the bed, to which she opens her mouth and takes it in. Ruby sucks and the cock turns hard. With her hands bound, she’s still able to suck a dick with precision. I’m impressed by her sexual skills, though the mom/son dynamic is still jarring.
“Tell me what you are?” David asks, then pulls his cock away so that his mother can speak.
“I’m a woman desperate for great sex.”
“From who?”
Ruby makes a low growling sound. “My son, of course. My son. The only man I’ve ever loved. The only man who can fuck me right.”
Hearing those lewd words from Ruby’s mouth takes my breath away. This woman is a global ambassador, spokeswoman for charities and name-brands, and role model to many. Now she’s saying things that are still considered taboo in most mainstream porn.
“Do you trust me?” David asks, kneeling on the floor close to mother, stroking her hair in a loving way.
“Yes, of course.”
“I’ll always do what’s best for you, mom. I’ll always think of your needs.”
David gets on his knees, positioning himself behind his mother, and presses the tip of his erect penis against the spread vagina. I gasp the same time Ruby gasps, but I keep my gasp quiet. Ruby’s back arches and her toes curl as the penetration goes deeper into her body.
This is more than my first time watching people have sex. It’s a front row view of human psychology and the depths people will go for sexual pleasure. What drives a good woman to do this? What drives her to want her son? Ruby could have anyone she wants, yet she chooses him?
Rhythmic slapping noises fill the room and I watch the flesh from Ruby’s butt ripple from the pounding. The muscles flex and her legs tighten. As an athlete, I’m in awe of her body, the leanness and strength that she poses. The flexibility for holding this position for rough sex. Ruby works out for her career and appearance, but now I see that her figure has other uses besides sports.
“Fuck me, David, treat me like a woman who’s earned this. I’ve earned this, haven’t I? Oh fuck, fuck me, I’ve earned this.”
I’ve never been so aroused hearing Ruby say, ‘I’ve earned this,’ from the fucking she’s getting. That’s a phrase she’s said countless times during our career together, ‘I’ve earned this.’ She said it in front of cameras after winning medals and standing on the podium. And she said it in the locker room while we were alone, sweat dripping down her body, wanting to cry from her life’s achievement.
Hearing my best friend say, ‘I’ve earned this,’ as David pounds her without mercy shows that I’ve never actually known her. We’ll always be close, we’ll always be best friends, but I’ve never known this woman and what she’s capable of. Yes, she’s earned this. She’s unstoppable, that much I’ve always known about her.
“I’m close,” she groans. “Cum inside me. Fuck me, cum in me. Fill me.”
“Yes, mom. Anything for you.”
I touch myself through my pants while listening to their ungodly banter. If I didn’t recognize her voice, if I’m not in her house, then I never would have suspected that it was Ruby, not for a second. Her reputation would be destroyed if this ever got out. She’d lose all her sponsorships and would be forced to leave the Olympics, never to compete professionally again.
That’s part of what’s making me so hot. The wrongness factor. I’m almost sweating, watching her breasts wave back and forth from her prone position, seeing her son ravishing her naked body. They’re about to cum together and it’s glorious, despite my conflicting feelings.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” he grunts.
David pumps his cock deep and Ruby gasps, savoring the feeling of being inseminated. A feeling she knows all too well, but still enjoys nonetheless. This is normal to her, but the bliss never gets old.
They keep pushing and thrusting against each other’s bodies until they both finish cumming, making wonderfully erotic little sounds with their mouths, and gushing sounds from their sexual parts.
David rests on top of his mother from behind, both of them breathing heavy, slowing down to catch their breaths.
When he pulls out and stands, I see a flaccid penis that’s drenched in thick white cum and thin female fluids. The sight makes me more aroused. I can orgasm with ease at this point. If I keep touching myself through my pants, I’d make a serious mess.
He walks over to me, still naked, and I freeze not knowing what to do.
“Talk to her if you want,” he whispers to me. “It’s your choice.”
Ruby gasps, then says out loud, “Davidtopher? Is someone there?”
A cold chill goes up my spine and my immediate reaction is to leave the room, not caring if Ruby can hear my bare feet smacking the carpet floor. She knows that someone was in the room watching this unholy fucking — God knows what must be swirling in her mind as she remains blindfolded.
But then something happens. As I stand in the hallway, my feet stop moving. It’s like my mind has commanded me to halt. All I can think about is my best friend, because if I leave now, there’s going to be drama between Ruby and her son. He’ll take the blame for letting someone watch.
I enter the bedroom again, staring at the sight of Ruby bound and blindfolded, naked with cum dripping from her pussy onto the carpet. She’s calling out, asking if anyone is there, demanding an answer from her son. There’s nervousness in her voice.
My footsteps approach her, which are much lighter than David’s footsteps, and she knows a stranger is coming towards her. Her body stiffens with fear of the unknown because she hadn’t agreed to this.
I pull the knot of her blindfold and she looks at me with wide-eyes. She doesn’t say anything, all she gives me is a frozen face with an open mouth. As I struggle to find the words to say, I reach over and touch her body. We’ve hugged plenty of times on the beach in celebration, our hands touching each other’s sweater skin. But this is different.
My first time sexually touching her is captivating and I feel the sweat on her back and the fine lines of her muscles. My hand moves lower, down to where she had been fucked by her son. It’s my way of letting her know I’m okay with this. That I’m not here to judge her, instead that I’m on her side. That I understand, or at least that I’ll attempt to understand.
With our eyes locked and silent in the room, my fingers brush across her anus, which makes her flinch, before touching her labia. Her tender, soft labia. I feel the wetness of David’s cum and Ruby’s fluids, then I push two fingers inside, which makes her gasp. Even after being fucked, there’s room for more pleasure.
Ruby has a second orgasm from my plunging, in and out fingers. Before it was hot sex and the taboo of a son. Now it’s the taboo of a friend who had just spied on her and wanted to comfort her. Where her son fucked her hard, my hand is tender and soothing.
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