Leon's hand was already sliding up Lauren's sheer-covered stomach, cupping one heavy breast through the mesh.
He gave it a slow squeeze, thumb flicking the stiff nipple.
"Tell me the truth, bro," he said, eyes locked on Ryan. "Isn't your mom the sexiest fucking thing in this dress?"
Ryan's mouth opened. Nothing came out.
His cock strained against his sweats so hard it hurt.
Leon turned to Lauren, still lazily kneading her tit. "What about you, neighborhood milf? You feel sexy right now?"
Lauren's dreamy smile widened. She pushed her chest into his hand. "Yes, Leon… I feel very sexy."
Leon chuckled, glanced down at Ryan's lap. The bulge was impossible to miss.
"Look at that, Ms Lauren. You gave your own son a raging hard-on."
Ryan's face went nuclear. He tried to cross his legs; the movement only made it more obvious.
Leon's grin was pure evil. "Don't be embarrassed, man. I get it. No guy on earth could stay soft looking at this."
He pinched Lauren's nipple between thumb and finger, twisted gently.
Lauren let out a soft, surprised "Ah~"
Leon kept rolling the hard bud. "See? Body like this, it's only natural."
Then, casual as ordering pizza:
"Neighborhood milf, it's normal for a good mom to help her son when he gets too hard, right?"
Lauren nodded eagerly. "Of course. Moms take care of their boys."
She sank to her knees in front of the couch without waiting for permission, sheer lingerie stretching tight across her ass as she crawled between Ryan's legs.
Ryan's brain short-circuited.
"Mom–wait–"
Lauren's warm hands were already tugging his sweats and boxers down. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach, leaking at the tip.
"It's okay, honey," she cooed, voice sweet and distant. "Mom will help."
Before he could finish the sentence her lips closed around the head.
Hot. Wet. Perfect.
Ryan's hips jerked, a strangled gasp tore out of his throat.
Lauren hummed happily and sank lower, taking half his length in one smooth slide. Her tongue swirled, cheeks hollowed, eyes half-lidded in that same vacant bliss.
Leon stepped around behind her, admiring the view.
"Damn. Mother-son bonding at its finest."
Ryan's hands gripped the couch cushions.
He'd dreamed about blowjobs a thousand times, but never like this: never his own mom, never wearing see-through lingerie, never while his best friend watched like a director.
Lauren bobbed slowly, saliva coating him, soft sucking sounds filling the living room.
Leon crouched behind her.
One big hand stroked the curve of her ass through the mesh, then slipped under the hem.
He kneaded the bare cheek, fingers digging in.
Lauren moaned around Ryan's cock, the vibration shooting straight to his balls.
Leon's eyes lit up.
He hooked two fingers under the thin thong string at the small of her back. Gave an experimental tug upward.
The fabric snapped tight, digging deep between her pussy lips.
Lauren's whole body jolted.
A loud, muffled "MMMPH–!" vibrated around Ryan's shaft.
Her mouth popped off with a wet sound, drool string connecting her swollen lips to his tip.
Ryan stared, dazed.
His mom's face was flushed, eyes watery, mouth open in a perfect O he'd never seen before.
The sheer mesh between her legs was now a soaked stripe outlining every fold.
Leon grinned like he'd discovered fire.
"Oh, she likes that."
He pulled again, harder.
The thong disappeared completely between her lips, camel-toe deep. Lauren's knuckles went white on the couch cushion.
Another throaty moan spilled out, raw and needy.
Leon gave two more sharp tugs, timing them with her breathing. Each yank made her ass clench, thighs tremble, pussy lips bulge around the fabric.
"Listen to her," Leon laughed. "Fucking purring."
Lauren's eyes fluttered. She leaned forward on instinct and took Ryan back into her mouth, deeper this time, sucking like her life depended on it.
Leon kept one hand on the thong, giving little pulls every few seconds, making her moan around Ryan's cock again and again.
Ryan's head fell back against the couch.
The room spun: wet sucking sounds, his mom's muffled whimpers, Leon's low chuckles.
Leon stood up, thinking. Hand still lazily toying with the wedged thong.
He looked down, eyes gleaming with the next idea already forming.
To be continued…
[What should Leon make her do next?]
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