The Night My Ex's Mom Sabotaged Us (Forbidden, Kink Heavy, True Story)

[bW****]

I am 25 now and have been deep in the BDSM scene for years, but this happened when I was 22.
I graduated high school at 18 and continued dating Emily for the next four years. We were high school sweethearts who never drifted apart. We never had real fights. Her parents treated me like family. Her mom baked cookies for me constantly. Her dad traveled for work but always invited me over to watch football when he was home. I spent so much time at their house that it felt like my second home.
One night Emily sent me a long breakup text out of nowhere. She said we needed to break up, that she was moving abroad for school in a few months, that we were growing apart, and that she needed space. It came as a complete shock. We had never argued. Nothing seemed wrong.
I texted and called her back immediately. She blocked me on everything within minutes. I sat in the dark, devastated, until 2 a.m. when another text arrived. It was from her mom, Sarah. The photo showed her in black lace lingerie with her breasts spilling out and deep cleavage facing the camera. The caption read: "Just me tonight. Husband is out of town all week. Emily is at Kayla's."
I stared at the picture for a full five minutes. My mind raced. Was this real? Was it a trap? The anger from the breakup mixed with the image, and I was already hard. I texted back "be there in 5" before I could second-guess myself. I grabbed my keys and drove over quickly.
The door was unlocked. I locked it behind me and went straight to the master bedroom upstairs. Sarah lay on the bed in that lingerie, legs crossed, smirking as if she had been waiting for this.
She told me to sit down. I sat on the edge of the bed. She confessed everything.
"Emily broke up with you because I convinced her the relationship would not work. I planted every doubt I could think of. I told her long distance would ruin it, that she was too young to commit, that school abroad required her full attention, and that you two were heading in different directions. I kept feeding her excuses until she believed them. She never knew how I truly felt about you. She never suspected I wanted you so badly. Deep down I needed you to use me. I needed you to pin me down and fuck me the way you fucked her. I heard those deep moans echo through the house every night. I listened every single time. I also ***ked at you in the shower a few times when you did not notice. I could not stop fantasizing about you choking me, spanking me red, and destroying me completely. I sabotaged your relationship so I could finally have you without her in the picture. It worked."
Her voice was low and filled with hunger. She climbed on top of me instantly. We kissed hard. Tongues tangled. Hands tore at clothes. I grabbed her hips, flipped her onto her back, and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. She moaned into my mouth right away.
We stripped quickly. Her bra hit the floor. Her nipples stood hard. I bit one and slapped the other breast. I started light and went harder when she begged for more. She was already dripping wet. I spread her legs and ate her out roughly. My tongue worked her clit while my fingers curled inside and hit her spot. Her hips bucked wildly. I edged her twice and stopped when she was shaking and whining. I made her beg out loud. When I finally let her cum, she screamed. Her thighs crushed my head. Her nails dug into my shoulders.
For round one I flipped her onto all fours with her ass up and slammed in deep from behind. She wanted it rough. She said, "Spank me harder." Bright red handprints appeared fast. I yanked her hair, arched her back, and pounded her until the headboard banged against the wall. She spoke filthily: "Fuck me like you fucked my daughter. Use this pussy. Ruin me." I wrapped my hand around her throat from behind with light pressure. She came again and squeezed me so tightly that I almost lost control. I pulled out, flipped her over, threw her legs over my shoulders, and railed her missionary deep and fast until I filled her up. We collapsed, sweaty and panting.
She gave me no time to rest. She pulled cuffs and a blindfold from the nightstand and said, "Tie me." I cuffed her wrists to the headboard and put the blindfold on. I teased her slowly. I ran ice cubes over her nipples from the kitchen, then followed with my hot mouth. I pressed the vibrator to her clit while I fucked her throat. She gagged and drooled while moaning muffled sounds. I edged her three times before letting her explode again. I uncuffed her, bent her over the dresser with the mirror showing everything, and slapped her ass in rhythm as I pounded from behind. I watched her face twist in the reflection. She came so hard that her legs gave out. I pulled out and came across her back, leaving stripes.
Round three came as the sky began to lighten. We were both exhausted but still hungry. We went missionary again. My hand rested on her throat with slow, deep thrusts while I rubbed her clit in circles. She whispered filthy things: "Use me like you used her. Make me yours." We came together. Her nails raked down my back. I growled into her neck.
We went all night. Rounds blended together with spanks, light choking, edging, begging, handprints, and scratches. The bed was wrecked. Our bodies were marked everywhere.
After the last round we lay there breathing very heavily with our chests heaving and sweat cooling on our skin. I finally caught my breath enough to ask the question that had been burning in my mind.
"What about your husband?"
She turned her head, looked me in the eyes, still flushed and smirking slightly.
"I'll keep your secret if you keep mine."
There was no divorce and no dramatic fallout. She simply texted me whenever her husband was out of town for work. Sometimes it was a week, sometimes longer. I would show up, and we would repeat the same intense, rough play in the same bed, always leaving marks she had to hide.
This continued quietly and secretly for months.
Then one day the texts stopped completely. There was no warning. I reached out once or twice, but I got nothing in return. They had moved to a new city and a new life. I never heard from her again.
Emily never spoke to me after that breakup text. Sarah vanished the same way.

[jpb]

Similar happened to me but when I tell the story to strangers “never guess what, shagged my ex’s mom, she tricked me sort of” it lacks the depth and theatre of your telling and the response is almost always confused aggressive retreat, I’m just not a storyteller I guess , did happen though