THE FRIEND IN THE MIRROR

THE FRIEND IN THE MIRROR
“Hey Honey! Could you come in here for a second?”, Mom called from upstairs. I had been 
wondering where the heck she was anyways, so I excused myself from the group, handed my 
controller over to one of my other friends who’d been waiting for a chance to play,and ran up to 
check on Mom. She’d grabbed the birthday boy and brought him upstairs to help her find his 
present over 10 minutes ago. 
It was a little weird that we were having HIS party at MY house, but only if you didn’t know it. His 
home life was, and always had been less than great. So he’d spend the last few years staying 
over my house so often that people honestly thought we were brothers and he called my parents 
and Mom and Dad. 
So, I popped into Mom’s room real quick, and she was leaning on the bed looking a little red, and 
a little out of breath. She glanced up as I came in, and caught her own breath for a second 
before smiling, looking glancing down and biting her lip for a second before looking back up to 
me and saying, “Oh there you are sweetie! Listen, I was um… I’m going to be up here longer 
than I thought and… Um… I left money for the pizza on the kitchen counter. When the pizza guy 
gets here, could you take care of it?” 
She was acting a little weird, but I couldn’t quite place it, so I said yeah, and I was about to go. 
Then… then I caught a glimpse of movement in the mirror behind my Mom. There, kneeling on 
the floor, where his face buried firmly in my Mother’s pussy, was my missing friend, the birthday 
boy. I… I just stared. I watched the reflection of my Mom’s heels, her naked ass, her pulled up 
skirt, and the buddy who was eating her out as I rested her arms casually on the bed and tried 
her best to act like she wasn’t doing her best not to loudly moan while I stood there. Suddenly, 
her breathy speech, and inability to breathe properly was giving me a severe cause of breathy 
speech and inability to breathe properly. 
After a second, Mom added one more thing. “Hey, honey… Honey!” she said, snapping my eyes 
back to her. She looked up at me with eyes half glazed over with lust, and half-panting, half 
talking, she continued. “The birthday boy is getting a very special present for his Eighteenth 
birthday, and I don’t want to disturb you or your friends while I’m giving it to him. So, since your 
18th is next week, the maybe… If you’d like Mommy to give you, what I’m about to give him… 
could you close the door, and maybe turn that stereo in your room up all the way so that you 
guys can hear it downstairs while you play?”
Her words hit me like a truck, but I just nodded, and said “Yes Mom”. Then I closed the door, 
went to my room, put the radio on blast, and called to one of my buddies downstairs the thing 
about the money for the pizza. Then… I went back to that door, put my ear as close as I dared, 
and listened.
About 10 minutes later, over the sound of extremely loud music blaring from my room, I heard 
the faint, but distinctive noises coming from my parents room. I listened as the bed creaked 
loudly, and the headboard banged against the wall. But most of all, I listened to the sound of my 
Mother’s voice. I heard her, the most familiar voice in my whole world, and she was moaning, 
and saying things like “That’s it baby, your fucking Mommy’s pussy so good!” My friend fucked 
my Mom while I listened at the door and jerked off, and when I was done, and he was done; I 
found myself scrambling for the bathroom to get cleaned up before they saw me and realized 
what I’d done. But more than that, so much more than that, I was thinking about my Mom 
promising to give the same thing that he’d just gotten in 1 weeks time…


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