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“Mmmhmmm.”

Finlay could see his mum nodding; he couldn’t resist peeking at them again, and they were both facing the wall again.

“But…” added his mum, “I also definitely wanted to jump you in the bar.”

Jack laughed, and thrusted harder, “You kinda did remember. You tried to wank me off on the sofa. I reckon you’d have gone for a full blowjob if I hadn’t dragged you back here.”

“Ooops!” She giggled.

Finlay had only seen flashes of his mother’s ‘mischievous’ side. Usually when she was drinking with her friends, but it all seemed like harmless fun or the occasional dirty joke. This was… he didn’t know what this was.

“We definitely would have just fucked on the street if that car hadn’t come by.”

“Oh yeah… you were sooooo worried about that. I’d have kept going. I’m just glad that… uh… we were able to when we got back. I wouldn’t have forgiven you otherwise.”

“I know, I thought I was going to have to take you down to the basement kitchen, I didn’t think you’d be ok with him right there.”

This was fucked up. But Finlay was rock hard. Which was also fucked up.

“He’s always been a heavy sleeper.”

“It was just…”

“Shut up about him, just fuck me, I’m gonna cum again.”

“Fuck you’re such a slut.”

“Yes…” Jennifer groaned as she pulled Jack’s hand to between her legs as he continued to thrust into her fast.

She groaned, and cursed and they both called her a slut several times before she convulsed in a second orgasm.

“Good one?”

“Yeah,” she sighed.

“Where do you want me to finish?”

“On my face, I’ve never done that before.”

“Never?”

“Never. I really want to. I want your cum on my face.”

Finlay couldn’t believe it. His mum was begging for that fucking scumbag to spunk his fucking cum all over her face.

“Beg me for it,” he said.

“Please Jack, cum on my face, all over it.”

OK fuck now she was actually begging for it. He’d had to stop filming for a few seconds as the had rearranged themselves but she was on her knees again, looking up as she pleaded with him to cum on her face.

Finlay was pretty sure he’d picked an angle where his mum couldn’t see the phone sticking out from above the stall, but Finlay was too enraptured to care anymore. She was mostly obscured by Jack’s back and muscular thighs, but it was obvious they were both stroking his dick and she was sucking it until… it happened.

As soon as Jack groaned, Finlay snuck further forward to make sure he got his mum’s face in the video. He clicked the photo button, grabbing stills from the recording as Jennifer was splashed with thick ropes of semen all over her face and hair, letting some fall into her mouth. Proper porn level depravity on the face of the woman who raised him.

Her eyes were closed shut, but he knew he’d pushed his luck as far as it would go. As his mum giggled, and Jack called her a slut, Finlay carefully unlocked his own stall and snuck out under the cover of the noise coming from their shower. Sneaking too through the shower room door he exited as quietly as he could and ran back to his bedroom. The one he shared with Jack. The guy who obviously hated him. The guy who had just finished fucking his mum.

As the realisation of what was happening hit Finlay, the boner he’d been sporting for about ten minutes finally subsided. He didn’t know what to do, so he got back into his sleeping back and decided to pretend he was asleep for when his mum and her new boyfriend got back. He wondered why he was so pathetic, why couldn’t he say something? It was them who were doing the bad thing. Not him.

He took out his phone and scrolled to the gallery app. The ‘recently taken’ screen was filled with videos and photos of his mum and Jack going at it. He ignored his dick as his got a little harder again. He tried to look for a way to multi-select so he could delete his shameful collection. Then he heard footsteps at the door. He threw his phone under his bed next to him and arranged himself like he’d been asleep.

“Finny,” he heard Jack’s voice. The literal motherfucker. After what he did, still mocking him. Probably because he had every right to after Finlay had watched them fuck and did nothing. Watched them twice.

“Um…yeah,” replied Finlay, pretending that he was just about awake.

“Your mum’s in the shower, she wanted me to wake you up so you’d get ready so you can go grab breakfast,” Jack told him, like it was nothing. Like this was just a normal morning. Him cockily standing around in just a towel, muscular body just on show. Well, he had every right to be cocky after what he did, what he always does.

“Thanks,” said Finlay. Yes, Finlay thanked Jack.

Nothing happened, Finlay did nothing. He just got up and got ready. He thought he wanted to say something, but no, he just got dressed, put on some deodorant, and Jack ignored him. Was he on Tinder? He looked more like he was scrolling than swiping. What if he was on Tinder? Would Finlay be happy? Would it be good that Jack was diverting his attention elsewhere and this can just be one stupid one-off mistake and everyone could just forget it? Or maybe he should take the phone and tell him to fucking have some respect for Jennifer and not just be ready to fuck the next slut the moment he pulled out of her?

All those thoughts ran through his head. But Finlay just went to the toilets – he couldn’t face going back to the shower room – so he could use a sink to brush his teeth and wash his face. When he returned to his room, Jack was in just a t-shirt and shorts watching what sounded like football on his phone.

“Mate, can I borrow your little phone stand thing?”

‘No, no you fucking can’t you piece of shit. You insult me, you humiliate me, then you fuck my mum? Who the FUCK do you think you are?’

“Sure, it’s on my desk,” came the words from Finlay’s mouth, his impotent angry thoughts constrained silently to the back of his mind.

“Cool, thanks,” he grunted, not even looking at Finlay.

As he got out of bed the door swung open and his mum came in, much more dressed now, looking clean and fresh and respectable. Finlay focused on that image as much as he could to prevent other intrusive thoughts from making their way in.
“Hey sweetie, are you ready to go?” came the same voice that had professed to being Jack’s slut.

“Yeah, I just need to put my shoes on,” replied Finlay, his voice dry.

“Jack, can we bring you back anything?”

How could she speak to him in front of Finlay, like nothing had happened?

“No, I’m good Jen, thanks so much! I’ll see you later though,” he said with a smile and wave.

“Bye,” she replied, giving him an equally sweet wave.

As the door shut behind the two of them, Finlay looked at his mum. She looked back and he noticed a subtle nervous expression. She was assessing him, assessing to see if he knew what had happened. She said she was still drunk from the night before. Maybe she’d just realised how stupid and reckless she’d been.

“Everything ok, Finny?” she asked, sweetly, with concern in her voice she can’t possibly mean.

Now, now was his chance.

“Yeah, there’s a little café nearby I think you’d like,” he replied.

“Sounds perfect,” she said. She gave him a smile, but he noticed it wasn’t even half as enthusiastic as the one she’d given Jack.