I was màsturbating when my mum’s best friend walked in to pick something up. Then I fùcked her like a slùt until she couldn’t walk.
Mum had sent her for a charger. I didn’t hear the door. I was on the couch, dìck out, hand moving. She stopped in the doorway.
She didn’t leave.
“Your mum said to collect this,” she said. Her eyes weren’t on the charger.
I should have covered up. I didn’t. She put the bag down, came over, and wrapped her hand around me like she’d decided on the walk in.
I kissed her. She kissed me back. I bent her over the couch, pulled her dress up, and fùcked her hard. No slow talk. Deep. She mòaned into the cushion and told me not to stop. I fùcked her like a slùt, hips slamming, her legs shaking, Mum’s best friend taking it in our sitting room.