Now the camera changed to the one on the bookcase behind the couch. Gail’s face had been away from the camera on the coffee table, but was clear with this view. And I soon knew why Doug had chosen this shot.
Gail blonde hair whipped as she shook her head and chanted: “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!”
Then she said: “Almost! Almost! YEESS! Almost!”
That’s when she kissed Doug hard on the mouth, then tore herself away from his face to shout to the ceiling: “I’M CUMMING! OH MY GOD! I’M CUMMING LIKE THAT! THERE! I’M CUMMING!”
Her face had shown a mixture of rapture and pain. I had never seen my friend’s face take on the extent of those contortions before.
My son had sexually satisfied a woman.
The camera changed back to showing Doug’s face. That same woman was about to sexually satisfy my son—with one surprise that I would never have expected.
Gail’s orgasm triggered Doug’s own. Right after her screams echoed through the house, Doug emitted six or seven AAAHHH’s and I knew each one of them had to be accompanied by a gooey, hot, high-pressured squirt of potent sperm and semen in the direction of her womb.
What was surprising was that in the middle of my son cumming into my friend, he squeezed his eyes shut and yelled: “MOM!”
My mouth hung open.
Gail collapsed onto Doug and they remained motionless for a long time. They were covered in sweat.
I not only had witnessed sex between my son and my best friend; I had just witnessed her impregnation, the creation of a baby.
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“My ass doesn’t look that fat, does it?”
Gail had finally calmed down enough to watch the video—for the third time!
She had freaked out when I first told her about it, and rushed over. She wanted to destroy it, then she said she would never watch it, then said someday she might watch it, then she said she had to better prepare herself to watch it—then she said: “Play it.”
I had watched it over and over again the night before. Each time I learned something new from it: sometimes about Gail, sometimes about my son—and sometimes about myself.
“Are you kidding? Look at the body on you!”
“I’d still rather have your body. I always thought you were sexier,” she said.
Our bodies were sexy in different ways. Gail was soft and curvy and sensuous. I was longer and leaner and more muscular—a swimmer’s body. She was light with her short blonde hair, and I was darker with super straight long black hair I could hold back in a ponytail.
“I told you Doug made me cum.”
I guess the embarrassment she had first experienced while watching it had worn off after the next five times.
“I could tell. How many times have you begged to be fucked?”
She made a show of thinking it over, then said, “Counting this time—once!”
We both laughed. Whether it was a nervous release or genuine, I don’t know or care. We were still friends. That hadn’t changed even through this.
“I told you your son had a big cock.”
“He showed it to me.”
“What?”
“I thought he was bragging, like all guys do, and he went and just pulled his pants down like there was nothing to it. And, suddenly without any warning, there was my son’s penis. I must have looked stupid staring at it before I recovered and told him to pull his pants up.”