Mom's New Friend

"Hey boo"

Two short words stunned me as I read the forbidden text my mom had just sent. Two weeks ago, as far as I knew, she'd reunited with my dad after they'd been separated for a few months. She'd also broken things off with DeAndre, a younger black guy who had been her lover during the separation. Now she was texting him, and I could see every word of their conversation due to spyware I'd installed on her phone.

"Well hey sexy! How you been?" he replied.

"Not bad all in all."

"Things working out with your man?"

"Sort of. We're getting along. He's been moving his things back in, but there's been no sex..."

"For real??"

"We've talked about it. He falls asleep in the living room while we're watching TV, then just wants to go to bed when I wake him up."

"I know you, boo. Two weeks with no dick got you frustrated."

"Quite. I'm going crazy over here."

"You know I can help you out with that."

"My husband can't find out."

"I gotchu baby. Let me get a hotel room. I'll text you the room number."

"Pick a place close to my gym. You have to wear a condom."

"Cool with me."

Her manner with him was much colder than when they were seeing each other. There was no flirting, no teasing. It read more like he was her drug dealer. She had needs, he would meet them, and then she would go back to her husband.

Even after all the changes I'd witnessed in her over the past months, I was shocked that she was about to cheat on my dad so casually. What a slut! I ripped off my pants and began stroking furiously. Why did this turn me on so much? Gone was my reformation to stay out of her business and stop lusting after her.

What was wrong with my dad? She needed sex, and she'd been looking hotter than ever lately. How could he not want her the way other men did, the way I did?

DeAndre texted her a few minutes later with a hotel name and room number. The plan was for her to park at her nearby gym so it would look like she was there working out, then walk to the hotel. I immediately called the hotel and requested a room neighboring his. It was available!

I needed to be discreet as well. My mom would definitely recognize my car, so I decided to catch an Uber there. I arrived there a couple hours before they planned to meet, but I still wore a hat and Covid mask to hide my face as I checked in and walked to my room. The rooms were on the second floor, facing an outdoor walkway. The place wasn't very fancy, but my room was clean and comfortable enough. My dick twitched at the thought of my mom getting railed like a hooker in a cheap hotel room. Pity for my dad aside, I was terribly excited that I would soon listen in on her having sex once again.

I heard the door to the neighboring room unlock and open. DeAndre must have checked in. Carefully, I cracked my window blinds just enough to get a slim view of the walkway from my bed. I heard footsteps on the walkway at exactly 7:00. It was my mom. She wore her workout clothes, hair up, no makeup, big sunglasses on. I caught the brief sparkle of her wedding ring on her finger from my vantage point. She seemed to be in a hurry. I heard a gentle knocking on DeAndre's door, then it opened. Through the walls, I could hear the muffled sound of his deep voice.

"Heyyy baby!"

I couldn't make out a response from her. In fact, I heard nothing at first, but after only 5 minutes, the headboard started thumping against the wall. The cheap box springs creaked loudly... My mom was cheating on my dad!

She started moaning as the tempo of the bed bumping picked up. The sex noises reached a climax.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She'd had her first orgasm.

The bed creaking resumed almost immediately. I had to chance a peek at them. I silently opened my door, checked that no one was outside, and crept towards the window of their room. The blinds were closed, but through the crack from just the right angle I was able to see her riding his dick in the cowgirl position. I could see that he was wearing a condom. Her wedding ring was still on. Not wanting to linger in case one of them spotted me, I walked a lap around the balcony. She was still riding him when I came back around, her hands clasped in his. They'd been fucking for about 20 minutes by now. She threw her head back and let out a long moan as she had her second orgasm.

As he had done many times before, he lifted her up off the bed to fuck her in the standing position. This time, however, he walked her over to the sink and sat her down on it, holding her ankles up as he continued fucking her. I admired her long, deep red nails as she held onto his back, but it looked like she was due for a fill. Maybe I should take her on another date soon...

They stopped after a few minutes in that position, and he helped her off the sink. Were they done? He turned her around and bent her over, her face inches from her own reflection in the mirror. He grabbed her by the hair above her neck and pulled back so she would be forced to look at herself, then he entered her from behind. I couldn't peel my eyes from the sight. He whispered something in her ear that I couldn't make out. Whatever he said must have really turned her on. Her legs started shaking and her moans grew louder.

"Oh, fuck me baby!"

He spanked her a few times, then leaned down to put his face next to hers, still pulling her hair to force her to look in the mirror. I'd never seen him this rough with her, but she seemed to love it.

"You gonna cum for me, boo?" He asked.

"I'm gonna fucking cum for you, boo!!! FUUUUUUUUCK!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

They both came at once. He buried his huge cock in her till he was done, then pulled out, removed the condom (which had a rather large load in it) and threw it away.

I knew I was pushing my luck standing outside their window, so I went back into my room. I heard their shower come on for about 5 minutes. She must have been washing his sweat off of her. I finally had the idea to press a glass against the wall so I could better hear their conversation.

"Same time next week?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Ummm I dunno. I'll... I'll have to let you know.

"Ok boo. See you."

"See you."

I heard their room door open. I expected my mom to be on her way, but she stood looking out over the edge of the balcony and lit a cigarette. This must have been another addiction she was hiding from my dad. Her face was calm, but there was worry in her eyes. I needed to comfort her, wished I could be there for her, but I had to remain hidden. She'd have to smoke away the guilt over what she'd just done. She resembled an uptight hooker out there, smoking on a cheap hotel balcony. Even as she was dressed, in tight fitting but demure workout clothes, running shoes, and big bougie sunglasses, accents such as her long nails, enhanced lips and cheeks, and tasteful stud piercings on her face offered more than enough to fill in the blanks of one's imagination. Anyone who saw her out there would guess that she was there for sex, and they would be right.

She finished her cigarette and left for the gym. I felt trapped inside my room, and helpless for my mother, who certainly needed consoling and probably felt completely alone right now. What if I left my room at the same time as DeAndre? It was too likely that he would recognize me. I would need to wait till he checked out.

A half hour passed, and there were no signs of him leaving. I was positive he was still in there. Resolved to be there for awhile if necessary, I calmed down a bit and began stroking myself. I would never be able to forget the sight of my mom bent over a hotel room sink by her lover, cumming as he pulled her hair, and I never wanted to forget it. I tried to mentally hone in on the pleasure and pain in her face as she was forced to watch her own unfaithfulness in the mirror. I was extremely close to orgasm when I heard DeAndre's door open. I snapped to attention and watched him walk past my room. He didn't have anything with him, no bags etc. I would need to wait in case he came back. He did, now carrying two duffel bags as he reentered his room. What the hell did he just get out of his car?

Curiosity had interrupted my fantasies. I pressed the glass against the wall. I could hear him unzipping bags and the clinking of hard objects. The sounds eventually stopped, and I heard the TV come on. It seemed like he was killing time with no intention of leaving soon.

About 20 minutes later, I heard a gentle click-clack of footsteps approaching on the balcony. They belonged to a skinny, bratty looking white girl who couldn't have been more than 19. She was dolled up, but in a tacky, ghetto sort of way. Her hair was short and straight, brown with blonde highlights, held up in the middle with barrettes. She wore glasses with thick, clear frames; it wouldn't surprise me if they were non prescription and that she just wore them as an accessory. Big glittery hoop earrings hung from her ears. Lots of pink lipgloss covered her lips. She had a tattoo that read "bad girl" in cursive above her left eyebrow, and a tattoo of the local area code on the side of her neck. Her brows themselves looked like she shaved them off and penciled them back on in a thick, dark pattern that didn't quite sit naturally on her face, and of course she had enormous fake lashes.

She wore a pink spaghetti strap crop top that prominently displayed her cheap looking belly ring, which had a glittery rhinestone charm that hung down at least three inches from her navel. Her frilly denim miniskirt didn't cover the bottom of her ass, which was obviously deliberate, despite her not having much of an ass. She had a tramp stamp on her lower back with angel wings on each side, accented with lots of stars. Her walk was somewhat wobbly and uncomfortable looking in the clear platform stripper heels she wore. Her toes were bright pink with short white French extensions. Her nails were long and tacky, a combination of red, pink, and white, covered in rhinestones, butterfly charms, cherries, etc. Her facial expression was one of permanent boredom and irritation, befitting of a bratty teenager.

She knocked on DeAndre's door, and I heard him get up from bed to answer it.

"Sup, McKenna?"

"Hey."

He let her in and shut the door.

"You lookin cute tonight, girl."

"Thanks."

A few minutes later, I smelled a mixture of cigar and weed smoke. They were smoking a blunt. This seemed to lighten her mood a bit.

"Got some percs for you, baby."

She let out a high pitched giggle that barely sounded genuine. "Thanks Daddy! You're the best."

Was he her drug dealer? What was going on here?

I heard movement on the bed, and what sounded like clothes being removed. Slurping and moaning sounds were next. It was time for me to chance another trip outside. As I had guessed, she was blowing him. The straps of her top had been pulled aside, exposing her nipples, both pierced. She sucked with a two-handed twisting motion, taking an impressive amount of his cock down her throat. Maybe the pills helped with her gag reflex?

He aimed a small handheld camera at her face, the same model he'd bought for my mom. I also saw what he'd been unpacking earlier: cameras and lighting equipment set up around the room. They were shooting porn!

She looked straight at the camera as she sucked, occasionally making comments in her fake, high pitched voice like "I can't get enough of your huge cock, Daddy."

DeAndre eventually put the camera down. "Aight girl, let's switch it up. You ready to do your intro?"

She got off the bed and pulled the straps of her top back up. He slowly moved the camera up and down, capturing every angle of her body as she slowly spun around. He pointed the camera at her face and gave her a nod.

"Hey boyyyyys, it's Princess Hayleeeeeee! Hope you're ready to see me get fucked, facialed, and creampied by my boyfriend today!"

Was she really his girlfriend now?? He's with this trashy hoe right after dating my classy, hot mom? Maybe she was just saying that for the camera.

She slowly stripped off all her clothes and underwear, camera still following her, then got down on her knees. She sucked him for a few more minutes until he was fully erect again. He put down the camera, then double checked that the stationary cameras on tripods were all pointing towards the bed at good angles as she got onto the bed in the doggy style position, still wearing her heels. I could see that her clit was pierced. She was a bad girl indeed.

He teased her entrance with his cock until it was wet and sloppy, then began fucking her. He was not wearing a condom. My mom had been wise to make him use one earlier.

"Harder, Daddy!"

"Take it, you little slut!"

Neither of them made any attempt to keep their voices down. He rolled her over, fucked her from the front, and began choking her. She was silent as her mouth opened and her eyes rolled back into her head. He released her neck after about 30 seconds, continuing to fuck her as she gasped for air, tears now smearing her eyeliner down her cheeks. Her face betrayed a mixture of fear and admiration as she looked into his eyes.

He wrapped his arms around her back and gruffly pulled her upwards into the cowgirl position. Her belly chain flew every which way as she grinded her hips up and back on his torso. She was so skinny that I could see the outline of his cock poking out through her belly.

With almost no effort at all, he lifted up her petite frame, carried her over to one of the cameras, and fucked her while standing up, her legs spread wide.

"Oh god, fuck me Daddy!"

She hung onto him for dear life as he slammed her onto his cock over and over like a ragdoll, producing loud clapping sounds in between her moans and cries. He carried her over to the sink.

My dick was hard, but my stomach sank. He had just fucked my mom in that same position two hours ago! He'd convinced her to have sex on camera when he was her boyfriend, coaching her on how to make it look better on camera and everything. They'd agreed it was just something kinky and private they'd do as a couple. Now it made more sense to me why she'd changed so much in recent months. He'd been manipulating her into becoming the type of woman he wanted, a woman he could shoot porn with. She had jeopardized her marriage for him, but apparently she was interchangeable with his other girls.

With McKenna aka "Princess Haylee" or whatever her dumb porn name was, he put her down and bent her over as soon as they reached the sink. Just as he'd done with my mom, he fucked her from behind, then grabbed the hair at the scruff of her neck and forced her face-to-face with the mirror.

"What are you?" he demanded.

"I'm a fucking slut!" she yelled.

"That's right bitch. Whose fucking slut are you?"

"I'm Daddy's little fucking sluuuuuut!!!" she screamed.

He pounded her until just when I thought he would break her, then guided her back into the bedroom and onto her knees. Obediently, she took her glasses off, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue as he grabbed the camera. He stroked himself for a few seconds, then shot several stripes of cum onto her face. She flinched as a wave hit her eye, soaking one of her big fake eyelashes. She smiled into the camera, cum dripping from her chin.

"Good girl."

"Thank you Daddy."

He turned the camera off. She grabbed her phone and took a few selfies. He gave her two more pills, which she popped greedily. She went in the bathroom, and I heard the shower come on. I went back into my room.

Out of curiosity, I checked social media for "Princess Haylee". There she was, with a profile on every major platform. She had about 2,000 followers; hardly impressive for a porn actress, but maybe she was new to the game. There was a link to her GoFans account on all her profiles. I clicked it. 37 posts total, with a subscription price of $15 a month. What a ripoff. Still, I wanted to know more. I subscribed. Most of her posts were just nude pictures of her or short solo videos of her masturbating, but one video caught my eye. Captioned "creampied by my boyfriend," it had been posted a month prior. As it was a POV video, I didn't see the guy's face, but I recognized his cock as DeAndre's. He'd been fucking this girl while he was dating my mom! Although I couldn't rule out the possibility that they'd shot the video before he and my mom got together, I couldn't see either of them waiting long to upload a clip like this.

I would wait to watch the rest. This dumb thot was ok, but the only woman on my mind was my mom. It felt wrong watching her lover fuck someone else. She deserved better than that, and she deserved better than a sexless marriage with my dad. I needed to do something for her.

"How have you been?" I texted her.

"Hey! I've been alright."

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? Nothing."

"I know you, mom. You ok?"

"Thank you for checking on me, honey. I'd just rather not talk about it right now, but I promise I'll be ok."

"Ok. Love you."

"Love you too."

"You want to come over for a drink later?" I offered.

"Sure! But just one. I have to drive home."

"Awesome! I'll have my place ready in about two hours?"

"That works. I have a few errands to run anyway."

My heart and my cock throbbed. I needed to be with her tonight. Even if I would never have her, I would give her love and comfort.

Maybe this new compartmentalized life suited her. She had my dad for partnership, DeAndre for sex, and me for true companionship (not to mention being taken out and pampered every now and then). She was getting the best that three men had to offer, which didn't sound like a bad deal.

I could hear the bed bumping again in the room next to me. This was my chance to leave. I booked an Uber, then walked out onto the balcony. I lingered at DeAndre's window one last time; he was fucking McKenna in the missionary position. He was gentler with her than earlier, and they were French kissing. This was probably the creampie scene she had promised. I could simply watch it online some other time. I walked down to the parking lot and caught my ride home.

I hastily tidied up my place in preparation for her. Why was I so nervous about having my own mom over? My crush on her was only intensifying. After the place was clean, I lit a scented candle and grabbed a wine bottle with two glasses.

She buzzed my door, and I walked out into the hallway to let her in. It felt more polite to escort her to my room than to simply unlock the door with a button.

"Wow!" she exclaimed as we entered my apartment. "Your place looks great!"

"Thanks! It looked not so great until about 5 minutes before you got here. You know me."

"Oh I get it. I'm impressed though! You have any girls over lately?"

I chuckled. "Nope. Besides you, that is."

"I'm honored. Sorry I'm a wreck."

She wore a sweatshirt, baggy sweatpants, and flip flops. Her hair had been blow dryed but not styled.

"Oh stop. You look cute, like a college girl."

She blushed. "Thanks."

We sat down on the living room couch, where I'd set out the candle and the wine.

"Oooh how romantic! Those girls are missing out."

It was my turn to blush. "If you say so."

I poured her a glass, then one for myself. We clinked glasses and each took a sip.

"So there's something I should tell you," she said. "Your dad and I have been seeing each other again."

Already knowing this, I had to feign surprise and excitement. "Whoa, that's great!"

I gave her a hug.

"Now, nothing is definite yet. I don't want to give you the wrong idea. We haven't officially decided to get back together, but he has moved some of his stuff into the house, and stays there most nights."

"Oh I totally get it. It's up to you guys to decide on the way forward. I support whatever direction you decide to go. I see you're wearing your wedding ring."