Ms. Hayes let her son have one last party before he and his friends went off to college. She told him they could do anything they wanted. She didn’t realize they might want to do it with the cool mom that flirted with them all school year long.
The Cool Mom - Empty Nest Syndrome
The night of the sleepover arrived, and the house buzzed with the energy of teenagers—laughter echoing through the halls, sneakers squeaking on the kitchen tiles, and the distinct hum of their excitement as they reminisce about their baseball season, school, and girls. I couldn’t help but smile as I listened from the other room, the lively chatter filling the spaces that often felt too quiet these days.
It reminded me so much of my younger days when life felt full of promise and every moment held endless possibilities. Seeing Christian and his friends brought back memories—of high school dances, late-night parties, and the thrill of being noticed by boys who tried to impress you. It was bittersweet, like looking into a window to the past, their joy stirring something deep within me.
"Mom, can we order pizza?" Christian called, breaking my reverie.
"Of course," I answered, stepping into the kitchen where they all stood, leaning against counters and chatting. I could see the camaraderie between them, the bond of a team that had grown up together on and off the court.
Christian grinned at his friends, his tone light but carrying an edge of mischief. “Isn’t my mom the best? She said we could do whatever we wanted tonight. She even stocked up on beers for us!” The boys cheered.
I had met most of the boys during the basketball season. It wasn’t unusual to have a group of young men showing up unannounced to hang out with Christian, sprawled across the living room, raiding the kitchen, or laughing so loud I could hear them from down the hall. I didn’t mind it, though. In fact, I loved it. I’d become the "cool mom." I liked being that mom — the one the boys joked around with, talked to about the girls they were dating, and said hi to by name at school events.
Somewhere along the way, I noticed their glances. The way their eyes would follow me when I walked into the room and linger on my curves. A few times, I caught the boys a few times admiring the swell of my breasts or my long shapely legs and the curve of my hips when I bent down. Naughty little demons. They weren’t as sly as they thought.
At first, I brushed it off as harmless — boys being boys. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. There was something about being noticed, about still being seen that way, that stirred something in me.
So, I started playing along — just a little. I’d slip into body-hugging yoga pants that clung to every curve or a low-cut top that revealed just enough of my ample cleavage to make them shift in their seats. I’d add a touch of makeup — a little eyeshadow to make my eyes pop, mascara to frame them, and a hint of gloss on my lips that caught the light just right. It wasn’t too much, just enough to draw their attention. And I loved catching them looking. The way their faces would flush, eyes darting away like they’d been caught stealing. But I saw it. I always saw it. And they looked every time. It wasn’t wrong, not really. Just a little harmless attention, a little ego boost I hadn’t realized I needed.
For the rest of the evening, I floated between the edges of their world and my own, listening to their joyful banter. I didn’t want to intrude, but the sense of activity and life in the house was a balm to the creeping loneliness I had felt so keenly in recent months. I stayed up later than I planned, quietly cleaning up around them while they played video games in the living room and raided the pantry like a pack of wolves.
It was late at night when the boys finally began settling in for the evening. I stepped outside to catch my breath, this would be the last time Christian’s friends would be over, a sense of sadness and loneliness enveloping me.
The night had cooled slightly, the scorching heat of the day softening into something more bearable, signaling the beginnings of summer. I wrapped my arms around myself, the cool night air brushing against my skin, as I tried to steady my emotions.
The sliding glass door behind me creaked open, and I turned to see one of Christian’s newer friends. His name escaped me for a moment, but his face was kind, his eyes curious as he asked, “Are you okay, Mrs. Hayes?”
Caught off guard, I nodded quickly. “Just needed some fresh air. You should get back inside and enjoy these last moments with your friends.”
He hesitated, then offered a small, understanding smile. “Sometimes I get it too—the whole ‘what’s next’ thing. My mom says it hits harder when you’ve been the one holding everything together.”
His words surprised me, their wisdom out of place in someone so young. “Your mom sounds smart,” I said with a faint smile.
All these years, I had poured everything into raising Christian, trying to make up for the absence of his father. But when was the last time someone had asked if I was okay? Or even noticed when I wasn’t?
I turned to him, my smile warmer this time. “What’s your name again?” I asked, letting my eyes take him in while he answered. He was a handsome young man — tall, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a quiet confidence. His broad shoulders filled out his shirt just right, hinting at his strength and athletic build.
“Mike,” he said, he said with a smile as his eyes drifted down from mine lazily taking in my curves.
The sweltering heat had driven me to slip into my favorite retro green knit shorts and a white camisole. I decided not to wear a bra today — not for the boys, but as a relief from the heat. The air had been so unforgiving, I hadn’t given it a second thought. But now, under the weight of Mike’s gaze, I became acutely aware of how the soft fabric clung to my chest, every curve pressed against it with unmistakable clarity. My nipples stiffened from the cool night air, pushing against the thin fabric of my camisole like tiny peaks, impossible to hide. Crossing my arms only made it worse, pushing my cleavage higher — an unintentional display that I realized too late he was thoroughly enjoying.
His eyes were on me, wide with awe, tracing over me like he was seeing something he wanted but shouldn’t, and the way his broad, boyish grin slowly spread told me he liked what he saw.. When he realized I’d caught him, his stare faltered, and he glanced down, eyes flicking to the floor like he was searching for the right words.
"Mike, is it that obvious that I’m feeling lonely?" I said with a shaky breath, my voice cracking under the weight of my own words. I tried to laugh it off, but the tears welled up faster than I could stop them. I blinked hard, tilting my head back like that would somehow keep them from falling. "God, listen to me," I added with a self-deprecating chuckle. "I’m supposed to be the strong one, right?" I rubbed at my eyes quickly, hoping he wouldn’t see too much. "But sometimes... sometimes it just feels like I’m fading, you know? And when you boys are gone... I don’t know.”
"Uh, Mrs. Hayes," he started, his voice uneven but sincere. "I see you." His words hung in the air longer than I expected. "You’ve raised an amazing guy and… and you’re absolutely gorgeous." His eyes lifted just enough to meet mine, his throat bobbing with a hard swallow. “I…I think any guy would be lucky to have you in their life.”
His words hit me harder than I wanted to admit. For a moment, I forgot to breathe. I could hear the slow, steady thud of my heartbeat. I stood there, caught between surprise and something far more dangerous. A slow, unfamiliar heat unfurled in my chest, winding its way through me with each passing second. I wasn’t sure why, but his words and the unguarded shyness in his voice stirred something in me.
He shifted, rubbing the back of his neck, his gaze flickering to the side before landing back on me. "I'm not leaving for college," he added, his voice quieter this time but no less certain. "I can come visit you if you want, Mrs. Hayes."
I hadn’t realized how close I had gotten to him until I was almost touching him. He wasn’t just cute anymore. He was striking, with those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me.
“Ms. Hayes,” I said, correcting him with a light smile, my hands resting on his chest feeling the thump of his heart beat. “There hasn’t been a Mister in this home to take care of my needs for a long time.” I didn’t know why I said it, but somehow it felt right to correct him, especially after everything that had been swirling in my head.
He seemed to process the words, his gaze softening as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him, cementing me here with him. “I… I can’t believe that. You’re… you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I would give anything to have the opportunity to take care of your needs.”
His words sent a strange shiver down my spine, a reminder of how much I had been craving connection, craving attention. I got onto my toes, and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “You’re very sweet,” I added, watching his boyish grin.
Mike’s eyes flickered from mine to my lips, and then back again, the chemistry between us growing palpable.
His face moved toward mine, closing the distance between us. His breath brushed my lips, the anticipation building for a heartbeat, before he leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was at once gentle and fervent, warm and electric.
I melted into him, my body responding to the way his lips seemed to savor mine. The kiss started slow, tender, but soon deepened into something more urgent, more desperate. Our lips parted, tongues slipping past each other in a heated exploration. The warmth of his breath, the taste of his lips, the unmistakable scent of him — rugged, manly — wrapped around me, intensifying the hunger I felt growing inside.
I felt a heat building between my legs, a slow, throbbing pulse that made every inch of my skin tingle with anticipation. He pulled me into him possessively, his body pressing firmly against mine. The unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressed into me, a silent promise that stirred a deep, aching need. The sensation made me wet with desire, as moaned into his lips, the pull of him irresistible.
My body wanted him, my desires trumping any hesitation that was left. My fingers glided down his hard chest, mapping out his body through his clothes. My hand slid lower, finding the hard ridge of his belt and tracing an outline of his thick tool straining beneath his clothes.
He groaned softly, the sound of a low rumble in his chest only fueled the fire inside me.
My words slipped from my lips before I could stop them, my voice thick with need. "Mike, you're so hard... you are turning me on so much..." The desire in my voice was undeniable, raw. "Do you mind if I look at it?" I asked, my words hanging in the air between us.
His response came quickly, a mix of nervousness and raw desire in his voice. "Ah! - No- I mean, please do! Ms. Hayes..." he stammered, his eyes wide, his breath shallow. The way he said it, almost pleading.
I slowly descended, my gaze never leaving his, watching the way his eyes followed every movement. My voice was soft but laced with a teasing edge as I spoke, "I guess I am the one that's got you all worked up... I should be the one to take care of you... Right?"
He nodded, his gaze fixed on me as if I was the only thing that mattered.
My fingers curled around his waistband, then slowly, deliberately, I tugged his pants down, the fabric sliding against his skin.
My breath hitched as I slowly pulled down his underwear, revealing his thick cock. It fell toward me, heavy and commanding, just inches from my lips. The sheer size of him caught me off guard, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The curve, the veins pulsing with undeniable desire—it was clear just how much he wanted me.
My lips pressed against the warm, firm length of his shaft, soft kisses trailing along his flesh. The taste of him lingered on my tongue as it glided back up from the base of him to his bulbous head. My lips parted, wrapping around him, as I began to take him into my warm wet mouth. The heat and texture of him sent a thrill through me.
“Oh God, Ms. Hayes!” he whispered, “That feels so good.” The deep, guttural moan that escaped his lips spurred me on. His fingers tangled into my hair, firm but not rough, possessive yet tender. The way he held me, guiding me with an urgency that mirrored his need.
His hips began to move slightly, defining the rhythm he wanted me to follow.. With each slow, deliberate thrust, I consumed more of him, him inch by inch, my lips stretched tight around his girth as I sucked.
His thick flesh filled my mouth. His cock brushed against the back of my throat with plenty of his length to spare. I watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, his face twisted in pleasure, his hand in my hair tightening with each push.
“Fuck! You look so amazing with my dick in your mouth,” he said. “Can you take all of me?“ He asked, his eyes filled with wonder.
I was consumed by the moment, my own desire building with every stroke, craving more of him, wanting to give him everything. I nodded, moaning as I sucked on his manhood, my saliva lubricating the path for him to claim my throat.
His confidence grew, the longer I bobbed back and forth against him, spit spilling from my lips as worked him deeper. His hand gripped my hair, his dominance over me as he pressed my head into his thrusting hips. His hard cock plunged into my throat, my eyes watering, as his girth stretched open my airway.
My jaw ached, but the satisfaction of taking him completely drove me forward. My hand moved between my thighs, pressing feverishly against the dampness between my thighs, pushing my soaked shorts to the side.
“Ms. Hayes, your mouth feels so good!” Mike’s voice broke through the haze of pleasure, raw and startled. His hands tightened against the back of my head, his breath hitching as he pushed deeper. “That right baby, take it all!,” he groaned, as he fed all eight inches into my mouth. “Holy fuck—you are so fucking hot.” He looked at me with awe, his long hard cock buried inside of me, my nose pressed against his hips.
Even as I lost myself in him, the faint awareness of our surroundings lingered. The boys down the hall, the thin walls of the house—it was a fragile bubble we were in, one that could burst at any moment. We needed privacy, but the risk made it all the more intoxicating.
I felt his body tensing as my lips pulled the faint saltiness from his core. The salty taste of him was addicting, the way his throbbing cock pulsed against my lips as I sucked to taste more of him. The way his moans grew louder, more unrestrained, told me how much he needed this, needed me.
His breath hitched, a guttural groan escaping his throat as he tried to warn me, tried to speak, but his words were cut off by the wave of sensation crashing through him. "Ms. Hayes," he moaned, his voice barely coherent, "I’m gonna..."
His words trailed off, a warning that made my pulse quicken. I wanted to see it all—the moment when he lost control, when his body finally surrendered
His knees buckled slightly, and I could feel the way his body tightened before his release surged forward. I didn’t flinch. I stayed right where I was, my gaze never leaving his face as I watched him unravel.
I felt the heat of him fill my mouth. Every inch of him was pulsing, twitching, as he surged inside me. I could feel my ability to contain him slipping away, spurt after spurt, he kept coming. His cum was spilling from the edges of my lips. His body trembled beneath the force of it. I swallowed, savoring the taste of him on my tongue.
His eyes opened, and the look in them was almost apologetic, like he was afraid of what he might have just done.
I pulled back feeling the wetness of his release still clinging to my lips. I guided the remnants of his release between my lips, savoring the taste as I looked up at him, my smile slow and knowing.
"You're incredible," he whispered, his voice still low, thick with awe. His gaze was locked on mine, his eyes dark with desire as he drank in the sight of me. And then I saw it—his body reacting to the sight of me, growing ready to claim me once again. He wasn’t done.
"Mark, you naughty boy, you're insatiable!" I whispered, my voice low and teasing.
"God, you're so hot…," he rasped, his voice strained with want. "I can’t get enough of you."
That was all I needed to hear. A sly smile curled my lips. "Let’s continue this in the privacy of my bedroom," I said softly, my voice carrying a mix of authority and invitation.
He nodded eagerly, his chest rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath. I led the way, my fingers lightly gripping his wrist to pull him along. Every step toward the bedroom charged with anticipation.
As we entered, I turned to face him, my hand on the door, shutting it with a soft click. I leaned back against the door, my eyes meeting his. His gaze roamed over me, filled with hunger, I knew there was no turning back.
I took my time, savoring every second as I lifted my shirt over my head, teasing him with the slow reveal. His eyes devoured my full, round breasts as they spilled free. Their soft, buttery color and bright pink nipples were hard and sensitive with excitement.
The eagerness in his eyes fueled my confidence. He mirrored my movements, pulling off his shirt to reveal his broad chest, the muscles flexing with every small movement.
I walked past him, giving him a full view of my back as I walked toward the bed, swaying my hips intentionally. Slowly, I pushed my shorts and panties to the floor, bending just enough to ensure he saw everything. I wanted him to see how wet I was for him, how much I desired him.
A chill shot through me as I felt his hands settle firmly on my hips, his warm touch igniting sparks against my skin. He stepped behind me, his body wrapping around me as his voice, low and reverent, broke the silence.
"You’re gorgeous, Ms. Hayes," he murmured, the awe in his tone sending a wave of pleasure coursing through me. His hand wrapped around my chest, gripping my breasts, twisting my nipple.
“Mike!” I moaned, needing his touch. My back arched into him. “It turns me on so much when you take charge.”
His fingers slid slowly down my chest, my breath catching as he delved lower. “Ms. Hayes, let's see how turned on you are.” His fingers rubbed against my clit, making me squirm as his hot breath whispered wonderful things to me.”You’re so fucking wet Ms. Hayes!” Then his fingers curled and then pushed into me.
I closed my eyes, letting the weight of his words and the feel of his hands on my bare skin sink in. This moment was everything I’d been craving, and I was ready to let him take me completely.
“Oh fuck! Mike! I want you to fuck me!” I begged, “I want to watch you fuck me!”
He kissed me, releasing me from his grasp and pushed me onto my bed. I crawled up the bed slowly, letting the anticipation build as I reclined on my back. I smiled up at him, a subtle yet undeniable signal for him to join me.
As he crawled toward me, the eager hunger in his blue eyes was captivating. His long, thick member dangled beneath him, swaying slightly with each movement.
His hands found my knees, gripping them firmly as he opened me up, his gaze drinking in the view of me laid bare for him. He settled between my thighs, his body towering over me as he looked at me like a predator ready to claim his prize.
He slid his hardness along my wet slit, teasing me with the promise of him, a deep moan escaped my lips.
"Oh Mike, you’re so thick! " I whispered, watching his thick head rise between my thighs glistening with the evidence of my desire. I was just now realizing just how big he was, his size making me wonder if I had ever had a man as big as him. “Be gentle with me,”
He smiled at my submission, as he aimed his tool at my entrance, his fingers wrapping around my thighs locking me in place, angling my hips perfectly. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed into me.
I gasped as he split me open, stretched me, filling me in a way I hadn’t felt in so long. Every inch he claimed sent a shock of pleasure through my body, My fingers gripping the sheets below me, in that moment I knew I was completely his, “oh god!”
“Ms Hayes, you’re so tight!” He groaned as he smiled down on me, his tool drilling deep into the deepest regions of my core. His cock felt so rigid, so thick, like a nail being hammered into a hardwood, his hips pounding into me again and again.
“Mike, oh god you're so big! You're never ending!” I knew I had never wanted anything—or anyone—more. It had been so long since I’d felt this, and the emptiness I’d carried for years was being replaced by something overwhelming—something hot and deeply satisfying. Inch by inch, he scraped against my inner walls, my muscles spasming to hold him in place, his girth making me gasp as it filled spaces I hadn’t remembered feeling.
“Ms Hayes, the look on her face as I fill you is priceless” He said, buried in me fully, his hips now grinding into mine, “Do you like how I feel in you?”
"Yes! Oh fuck, Mike!" I moaned, my voice trembling with the rawness of my emotions and desire. "Oh god I feel every inch of you!"
My knees instinctively pressed together as if to contain the sheer intensity of him, but the effort only heightened the sensation. My muscles clenched around him, gripping his invasion, drawing him in as my insides seemed to coil tightly in response.
He shifted me on my side, his hips rearing back and plunging into me making me scream louder and louder. My body struggled to keep up with the force of his movements. I felt a part of me awaken that I thought had been lost forever.
“Beg for it Ms. Hayes! Beg for my cock! Show me how slutty you really are!” He said, his words both claiming me and defining me all at once.
Every shift, every movement, seemed to make the world outside vanish. His hands were rough, pulling me closer, gripping my breasts with such intensity that my breath hitched. His fingers pinched my nipple, the sharp spark of pleasure shooting straight through me, making me gasp.
“Please! Oh god, you're so deep! Please don’t stop,” I screamed between breaths, my voice trembling with desire. “Fuck me harder, Mike! Fuck this slutty mom with your big dick!”
“Fuck your dirty talk is so hot!” He said as his body thrusting into mine, his lips capturing my nipples, biting them,sucking them, “You feel so good wrapped around my cock, slut.” His voice was low, teasing and confident.
The room was alive with the sounds of our bodies moving in perfect rhythm, each thrust filling me completely, over and over. My cries rang out, raw and desperate. He pressed my knees to my chest, his body looming over me as he somehow got deeper making me whimper. “Oh fuck! You’re so hard! I love this! Deeper—give it to me deeper!” I screamed, my voice trembling with the intensity of the moment. My nails raked down his back, leaving red trails on his sweat-drenched skin as he claimed me.
“Ms. Hayes, your pussy feels so!” he groaned, Each movement pushed us closer to the edge, the symphony of our bodies reaching a crescendo that neither of us could resist.
I couldn’t get enough—I was so close, I needed to be in control, I wanted him to make my body quake. I pushed him onto his back, his wide-eyed expression matching the lust in mine. Straddling him, my knees sank into the bed as I adjusted, feeling his thick, curved cock thrust into me.
His hands immediately found my full, round breasts, squeezing and kneading them. “Dear god, you're somehow more beautiful riding me!” he moaned. My hands gripped his chest, bracing myself as I started to roll my hips, Each movement sent shocks of heat down my spine, his cock stroking places that made me cry out. My clit pressed and rubbed into his hips with every roll, a perfect friction that drove me closer to the edge.
“Oh, Mike! Fuck, you’re so big! Oh god, I’m so close,” I gasped, my voice trembling with desperation as I moved faster and faster, bouncing on him with reckless abandon. The wet sounds of my arousal filled the air, loud and slick, mingling with the heavy rhythm of my moans and his groans of pleasure.
“Ms. Hayes, oh fuck! I’m—” His voice broke, a squeak of pure need escaping his lips as his hands gripped my hips, trying to keep pace with me.
“No, Mike, just a little longer! I need this!” I begged, the words spilling out as I chased the pleasure building inside me, my hips pounding into his, harder, faster.
“Okay,” he breathed, his voice trembling, his face flushed as he held on, letting me take what I needed.
My back arched instinctively, my breasts lifted into his eager hands as a deep moan escaped my lips. Every nerve was on fire. My thighs trembled uncontrollably as I rode him, my muscles straining with every motion as he pushed me closer to that dizzying edge.
His hips thrust upward, meeting my every movement with a force that left me breathless. His cock drove into me and hit that spot that made my vision blur. Mike’s tongue flicked over my nipple, the wet heat of his mouth sending jolts of pleasure straight through me. When his teeth grazed the sensitive bud, my body jerked, a gasp tearing from my lips. His hands were relentless, one squeezing my breast with a firm, commanding grip while the other pinched and twisted my nipple, tuning my body like a finely strung instrument.
“Mike!” I choked out, my fingers digging into his chest as my thighs quivered, unable to steady myself. “Yes, yes, oh fuck yes!” I screamed, my voice shaking with desperation as the tension in my body coiled tighter and tighter. My toes curled. My muscles clenched around him. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, the overwhelming sensation stealing my breath.
And then, like a rubber band snapping, the tension broke. My body convulsed, a shuddering release that surged through me in waves, leaving me shaking and gasping for air. “Yes! You did it Mike!” I sobbed, my hips grinding against him as the pleasure consumed me, the feeling so intense it blurred the edges of the world around me. My muscles clenched and released, gripping him as if my body refused to let go, every nerve alight in the aftermath of my release.
My eyes locked onto his, desperate and full of need, and I saw the fire in his gaze—the pride, the lust, and the sheer joy of watching me surrender completely to him. Every inch of my skin burned, every sense heightened as the world narrowed down to the feel of him inside me, the rhythm of his hips, and the look of unrestrained desire on his face.
“Oh god, I’m coming!” he groaned, his voice cracking with urgency as his hips drove into me with frantic determination. His eyes never left mine, his hands holding my hips firmly as if to anchor himself in the intensity of the moment.
“Fill me up, baby. I want to feel you cum in me.” I pleaded, my voice shaking as I begged for him, wanting to feel every part of him, needing to push him over the edge with me. His thrusts became erratic, and I felt him tense beneath me, his body trembling as he gave in. The heat of him spilling into me sent another wave of pleasure rippling through my already trembling body.
His cock continued to pulse inside me, spilling into the deepest parts of me as I collapsed against his chest, trembling with satisfaction. It was overwhelming, the sensation of him flooding me and my own pleasure mingling in a perfect storm of ecstasy. I clung to him, our bodies still connected, his warmth filling me in every possible way.
“Oh my god, Mike. That… that felt so good,” I murmured, staring at Mike, my body still humming with satisfaction. His cum dripped from me as I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, savoring the moment, the connection. “That was really incredible—thank you for taking care of this girl's needs like a man,” I said, my voice soft, my cheeks glowing.
Mike’s smile was boyish and shy, his face still flushed. “I really think I should thank you,” he replied, looking genuinely pleased with himself. “I might need to make you cum again just so I can see that slutty look on your face again.” he said, biting his bottom lip.
I chuckled, brushing a stray hair from his forehead. “You can have me anytime you want, stud,” I teased, the playful tone in my voice making him grin even wider.
“Wow! I fucked the beautiful Ms. Hayes,” he said, his voice still tinged with disbelief at what had just happened. “But… I really should go before the other guys figure it out, you know.”
I nodded, biting my lip to suppress a giggle. “Okay,” I said, my tone light. “Come back anytime.” I gave him a playful, childish grin as I pulled the sheet around me.
Mike began to dress quickly, watching me, his conquest, the entire time. He reached for the door, hesitating for a moment to glance back at me with a naughty smile. But as he opened it, the scene on the other side made my stomach drop.
Two of his friends were leaning against the doorframe, clearly caught mid-listen. Their wide eyes and guilty expressions said it all—they’d heard everything.
“Whoa!” one of them blurted as they stumbled into the room, clearly not expecting the door to open so abruptly.
“Oh shit,” I muttered under my breath, pulling the sheet tighter around me, mortification crashing over me.
“You were so loud, Ms. Hayes,” one of them said, his face somewhere between smug amusement and disbelief. “We, uh… we thought you might need help or something,” he added with a laugh, though the look in his eyes said otherwise.
The other chimed in, his grin shameless. “Holy hell, Mike. You fucked Ms. Hayes!” He gave an exaggerated look toward the bed, then back at Mike, raising an eyebrow. “Dude, what are you packing? She was begging cock…do you think she wants some more?”
I felt my face flush hot as I glared at them, torn between embarrassment and wanting to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Mike, however, looked at me with worry.
“Guys, what the fuck! Leave her alone!” he hissed, his face bright red.
“Mike, you had your turn. What do you say Ms. Hayes? Christians asleep. We can make this our little secret.”
The damage was done. They’d heard it all — every sound, every breath — and now, there was no going back. Shame and exhilaration warred inside me, my heart pounding with the weight of it. They knew. I wasn’t the "cool mom" anymore. No, I was something else entirely now. The slutty mom.
The thought should have made me feel ashamed, but instead, a wicked thrill curled through me. If that’s who I was now, I might as well enjoy it.
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