The week crawled.Monday morning Elena kissed Alex goodbye at the front door—soft, lingering, tongue brushing his lower lip before she pulled away with a wink. She wore her usual yoga outfit for the 9 a.m. class at the community center: high-waisted leggings that hugged every curve, cropped top leaving a strip of toned midriff exposed. No bra. Nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. She knew exactly what she was doing."Be good today," she said, patting his cheek. "Mommy's got a full schedule."She left.Alex stood in the doorway until her SUV disappeared around the corner.He didn't go to school.Called in sick—cough, fever, the works. The secretary sounded sympathetic. He hung up, locked the front door, and went straight to Elena's bedroom.The sheets had been changed—crisp white cotton now, no trace of the weekend's mess except the faint musk that still clung to the air. He opened her nightstand drawer anyway.The plug was gone. So was the black velvet bag.He found her laptop under a stack of magazines on the dresser. No password. She really did trust him—or didn't care if he saw.Browser history was a goldmine.Pornhub tabs from late Sunday night: "MILF gangbang creampie compilation," "public bathroom gloryhole," "hotwife shared with strangers." She'd watched them for hours. One video paused at 2:17—Elena's exact measurements typed into the search bar earlier: "38-year-old curvy brunette wife gangbanged by 10 men."Alex clicked play on the paused one.A woman who could've been Elena's sister bent over a pool table, skirt hiked, taking cock after cock while cheering men circled her. The comments scrolled: "Wish that was my mom," "Need her address," "Breed that slut."He came in under two minutes—hating himself, hating how fast it happened, hating how hard.Cleaned up. Closed the laptop. Went downstairs.The rest of the day blurred.He jerked off twice more—once to the memory of her under the shower spray guiding his fingers inside her, once to the video still looping in his head. Each time the shame hit harder, but the release came faster.Elena texted at 3:42 p.m.Mommy: Thinking about you. Class was boring. Wish you'd been there to watch me stretch in front of the mirrors. All those dads staring. Another text thirty seconds later—a selfie.She was in the locker room, towel barely wrapped around her chest, hair wet, droplets running down cleavage. Caption: Fresh from the shower. Still thinking about last weekend. You?Alex stared at the photo until his screen timed out.Replied: Yeah.She sent back a heart emoji. Then nothing.He waited.At 6:15 the garage door rumbled open.Elena came in humming, grocery bags in hand. She looked radiant—cheeks flushed, eyes bright. She set the bags on the counter, turned, and saw him sitting at the kitchen table in the same clothes from morning."You didn't go to school.""Felt sick."She crossed to him. Tipped his chin up. Studied his face."Liar."Her thumb brushed his lower lip."But I like that you stayed home. Means you missed me."She leaned down. Kissed him—slow, deep, tasting faintly of mint gum and something sweeter. When she pulled back her robe had slipped open slightly at the neckline. No—wait. She wasn't wearing a robe. She'd changed into a silk slip dress sometime after class. Thin straps. Hem skimming mid-thigh. Nothing underneath."Help me put the groceries away?"He did.They moved around each other in the small kitchen—bodies brushing, her hip against his, her breast grazing his arm when she reached past him for a shelf. Every touch felt deliberate.When the last bag was empty she turned, backed him against the counter."Marcus called today."Alex's stomach clenched."He's planning something special for Friday. The rec center thing. After closing. He rented the whole pool area. Says he's bringing 'the crew.' Fifteen this time. Maybe more."She pressed closer. Hand sliding down his chest, over his stomach, palming him through his jeans."He asked if you'd be coming."Alex's breath hitched."I told him… it's your choice." Her fingers squeezed gently. "But I think you want to. I think you want to sit on the bleachers in the dark, watching them line up for me. Watching them take turns in the shallow end, water splashing, my moans echoing off the tiles."She stroked him slowly."I think you want to see Mommy floating on her back while three men use me at once—one in my mouth, one in my pussy, one stretching my ass with that thick plug still in. I think you want to hear me beg for their cum while the chlorine smell mixes with sex."Alex groaned—low, broken.Elena kissed his neck."And when they're done—when I'm leaking from every hole, floating in a cloud of their seed—I want you to carry me to the locker room bench. Lay me down. Spread my legs. Look at what they did to me up close."Her hand slipped inside his jeans. Skin on skin."Maybe even taste it. Lick Mommy clean while I stroke your hair and tell you how much I love you."Alex bucked into her hand.She sped up."But only if you say yes."He was close—dangerously close."Say it," she whispered against his ear. "Tell Mommy you want to watch."He came—hard, sudden, spilling over her fingers while his knees buckled."Yes," he gasped. "I want to watch."Elena smiled against his throat."Good boy."She pulled her hand free. Brought it to her lips. Licked his cum off her fingers—slow, deliberate, eyes locked on his.Then she turned back to the stove like nothing happened."Dinner in twenty. Go shower. You're filthy."He obeyed.Upstairs he stood under the hot spray, letting it scald him.When he came down she was setting the table—candles lit, soft music playing. She'd changed again: simple cotton sundress, barefoot, hair loose. Looked almost wholesome.They ate in near-silence.Afterward she cleared the plates. Washed them by hand while he dried.When the last fork was put away she dried her hands, turned, and took his face between her palms."Friday night," she said softly. "Nine o'clock. I'll leave the side gate unlocked. You can slip in whenever you want. Sit wherever feels right. No one will bother you unless you want them to."She kissed him—gentle this time. Almost chaste."But know this: once you walk through that gate, there's no pretending anymore. You'll see everything. Hear everything. Smell everything. And you'll never unsee it."She brushed his hair back."I love you either way."Then she walked upstairs.Left him standing in the kitchen with the candle flames flickering.Alex went to his room.Lay on his bed.Stared at the ceiling.Thought about Friday.Thought about the pool lights reflecting off wet skin.Thought about her moans bouncing off concrete walls.Thought about his place on the bench—silent, watching, hard and helpless.He didn't touch himself.Didn't need to.The anticipation was enough.He fell asleep sometime after midnight—dreaming of chlorine, cum, and his mother's smile.When he woke Tuesday morning, the house was quiet.Elena had already left for her run.A note on the counter in her neat handwriting:Sweet dreams last night?
See you after school.
Mommy's got a surprise for you tonight.
Wear something nice. Alex folded the note.Tucked it into his pocket.Went to school for the first time in days.Sat through classes without hearing a word.Counted the hours until Friday.Knew—deep in his gut—that he would be there.Side gate.Nine o'clock.Watching.Falling.And when it was over, he would carry her home.Just like she wanted.