Incest Athletic Performance with Mom

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They keep pushing and thrusting against each other's bodies until they both finish cumming, making wonderfully erotic little sounds with their mouths, and gushing sounds from their sexual parts.
Chris rests on top of his mother from behind, both of them breathing heavy, slowing down to catch their breaths.
When he pulls out and stands, I see a flaccid penis that's drenched in thick white cum and thin female fluids. The sight makes me more aroused. I can orgasm with ease at this point. If I keep touching myself through my pants, I'd make a serious mess.
He walks over to me, still naked, and I freeze not knowing what to do.
"Talk to her if you want," he whispers to me. "It's your choice."
Eliza gasps, then says out loud, "Christopher? Is someone there?"
A cold chill goes up my spine and my immediate reaction is to leave the room, not caring if Eliza can hear my bare feet smacking the carpet floor. She knows that someone was in the room watching this unholy fucking -- God knows what must be swirling in her mind as she remains blindfolded.
But then something happens. As I stand in the hallway, my feet stop moving. It's like my mind has commanded me to halt. All I can think about is my best friend, because if I leave now, there's going to be drama between Eliza and her son. He'll take the blame for letting someone watch.
I enter the bedroom again, staring at the sight of Eliza bound and blindfolded, naked with cum dripping from her pussy onto the carpet. She's calling out, asking if anyone is there, demanding an answer from her son. There's nervousness in her voice.
My footsteps approach her, which are much lighter than Chris's footsteps, and she knows a stranger is coming towards her. Her body stiffens with fear of the unknown because she hadn't agreed to this.
I pull the knot of her blindfold and she looks at me with wide-eyes. She doesn't say anything, all she gives me is a frozen face with an open mouth. As I struggle to find the words to say, I reach over and touch her body. We've hugged plenty of times on the beach in celebration, our hands touching each other's sweater skin. But this is different.
My first time sexually touching her is captivating and I feel the sweat on her back and the fine lines of her muscles. My hand moves lower, down to where she had been fucked by her son. It's my way of letting her know I'm okay with this. That I'm not here to judge her, instead that I'm on her side. That I understand, or at least that I'll attempt to understand.
With our eyes locked and silence in the room, my fingers brush across her anus, which makes her flinch, before touching her labia. Her tender, soft labia. I feel the wetness of Chris's cum and Eliza's fluids, then I push two fingers inside, which makes her gasp. Even after being fucked, there's room for more pleasure.
Eliza has a second orgasm from my plunging, in and out fingers. Before it was hot sex and the taboo of a son. Now it's the taboo of a friend who had just spied on her and wants to comfort her. Where her son fucked her hard, my hand is tender and soothing.
The best of both worlds.
"I'll help you get cleaned up," I say. "Right now you're a mess and you have nothing to be ashamed of."
I untie her wrists and rub the redness of her skin. I've never been tied before but I can imagine that it hurts. I even kiss her wrists to show that my support is unwavering. Frankly, I hope she's not upset at me for spying, for committing such a huge betrayal of our friendship.
Eliza takes a moment to stand. I'm sure her body is sore from remaining in the prone position for so long, and her eyes adjust to the light after having been blindfolded for a while.
I give Chris a 'thank you' nod as I hold hands with Eliza, taking her to the bathroom. I undress and get naked with her. It's our first time being naked so close with each other, just inches apart, with her smelling like dirty sex and warm cum. I suppose I have sexual aromas as well, emanating from my lower region.
She kisses me as the door is wide open and I'm sure Chris is smart enough to stay away, but I know he's watching. I can feel the eyes of a horny young man in the other room, after all, he's the one who arranged this. My first kiss with Eliza is something special and our tongues swap.
When the kiss ends, I look her in the eyes, then I take her to the shower. She needs to be cleaned and I want her to know that she has my support.

The End