Will My Best Friend Seduce My Mom? – Part 1

You know, people say college is the time when you meet your friends for life. I never really believed in that shit until I met Ayaan. He was just another guy in the admission queue when I first saw him, looking as lost as I was, trying to figure out which counter to go to.

We both ended up asking the same senior about our classrooms at the same time, and that’s how we started talking. One conversation led to another, and before we knew it, we were roommates, then best friends, and soon, the only people who knew each other’s deepest, darkest, and even dirtiest secrets.

Hi guys, I am Vikram from Gurugram, attending bachelors in tech. And my amazing friend, Ayan. Something unusual, unconventional but exciting stuff in this narration.

Ayaan and I became friends almost instantly. We had both joined the college a bit early because of our hostel and PG accommodations. The first few days were spent getting familiar with the campus, figuring out where the best chai stalls were, and, of course, checking out the girls. We clicked because we had the same mindset, chilled-out, open-minded, and a little too obsessed with talking about love, attraction, and our fetishes like it was just another topic of discussion.

Since day one, we had this unfiltered friendship where nothing was off-limits. From our first crushes to our wildest fantasies, we shared everything. Ayaan had a thing for girls who wore anklets; the sound apparently turned him on. I, on the other hand, had a full-blown weakness for buttocks. The idea of running my hand and spanking butt, Absolute bliss.

Then we got new girl, Mehak. She got admitted a little late, which is probably why we noticed her even more, new faces always create a buzz. But Mehak? She didn’t just enter our batch; she arrived. That first time we saw her in the canteen, it felt like someone had hit pause on everything else.

Tall, dusky, with waist-length black hair that swung like a dream with every step she took. The way she walked, so casually confident, as if the world existed just to watch her. And that black kurti she wore? It clung to her in all the right places, making it very, very hard to focus on anything else.

“Bhai… look at her,” Ayaan said to me.

His eyes had already darkened with interest.

“Already looking, bro. Already looking.” I replied back.

We both stared shamelessly as she walked past us, laughing at something her friend said. She didn’t even notice us, and yet, she had just destroyed us completely.

That was it. From that moment, Mehak wasn’t just another pretty face in the crowd. She was the girl. Our conversations started revolving around her, analyzing every detail.

“Bro, did you see when she ties her butt length hair? Exposing her ass and butt curves, perfect!”, I said.

“And those lips… bet they taste like strawberries”, he replied.

“Tu kab taste karega strawberries bencho?” I teased him.

“Tu bhi nahi kar raha, toh shanti rakh”, he replied with same tone.

Ayaan was the first to dig up more info on her. Her name, her department, and the fact that she had a small mole near her collarbone, which he noticed when she wore a slightly lower neckline one day. The competition had begun.

One night, while we were chilling on our PG’s rooftop, sipping cheap beer and staring at the sky, Ayaan broke the silence.

“Bro, I think I have a crush on Mehak,” he admitted.

I smirked, taking a sip. “Guess what? Same.”

He turned his head sharply. “Are you fucking serious?”

“As serious as my mom’s taunts when I don’t call her back. Haha!” I replied him.

There was a long pause. We both knew what this meant, this was war. And yet, we burst into laughter. Because that’s what we did. Even with this brewing rivalry, our friendship was too strong to break over a girl who probably didn’t even know we existed beyond a polite smile in the hallway.

But from that night on, things got interesting. We never openly fought, but the subtle jabs were constant. The tension was real, but it never escalated beyond friendly banter. We were both confident that neither of us had the guts to actually approach her properly. Until one night, when the topic took a wild turn.

Ayaan suddenly asked, “Bro, let’s say she had to choose between us. Who do you think she’d pick?”

I replied. “Neither. We’re both too broke for her.”

Ayaan chuckled. “True that. But still, what if?”

I said, “Umm, don’t know.”

He turned his head to look at me and spoke. “Okay, if it ever came to that, I will win.”

“What? No way,” I replied.

“Yes, you can carry on your fun with your own hand. Looser!”, He teased me.

I sat up, resting my arms on my knees, looking thoughtful. And then, out of nowhere, the words just left my mouth.

I said in pleasing voice, “Bro please. Don’t go on Mehek. Have my mom instead. Seduce her, but pleaaseee spare Mehak for me.”

Actually, it was mine cuck fantasy I had for my mom which spilled out unknowingly. But I was okay with that, I was hesitant to told this to anyone, but somehow, it is spilled out. And as it has been open to him now,

I wanted to cherish it.

There was silence. Ayaan blinked. Once. Twice. Then he sat up so fast he nearly knocked over his beer. “Bhai… what the fuck did you just say?”

I grinned, enjoying his reaction. “You heard me.”

His face was a mix of shock and disbelief, like I had just suggested we rob a bank. Then, suddenly, he burst into laughter, uncontrollable laughter. He laughed so hard he had to hold his stomach, his body shaking.

“You’re fucking crazy! Your mom? Be serious!”, He said.

I shrugged, taking another sip of my beer. “I am serious. Think about it, she’s hot for her age, and I swear she needs some action in her life. You’d be doing a noble deed.”

Ayaan groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Bhai, stop! I can’t, This is too much. You need therapy, man.”

“What? I just found a solution to our problem. You get the MILF, I get the girl. Fair trade.”

“Fair trade, my ass!” Ayaan said, wiping the tears from his eyes he got from laughter. “This is next-level insanity. Matlab tu keh raha hai ki I should go after your mom just so you can have Mehak?”

“Why not?” I shot back, grinning. “At least this way, one of us gets something. Otherwise, we’ll just keep cockblocking each other until some rich fuckboy from a law school sweeps her away.”

He shook his head, still looking at me like I had lost my mind. “Bhai, I can’t believe I’m even entertaining this conversation. Matlab, tu… are you actually okay with the idea?”

I leaned in, my voice dropping. “Okay, wait. See her once. And if you don’t get turned on, I’ll spare Mehak for you.”

Ayaan’s smirk wavered. “Bhai, stop messing around.”

I pulled out my phone, unlocking it lazily. “I’m not. Just look. And then tell me I’m wrong.”

He hesitated, but curiosity was a bastard. He leaned in slightly as I scrolled through my gallery. I had the perfect picture in mind, one I had taken casually a few months ago.

There she was. My mom. Draped in a deep green saree, the fabric hugging her curves in a way that almost looked sinful. Her long hair was open, falling over her shoulder, and her lips were slightly parted as if she had been mid-sentence when I clicked it. Her expression wasn’t sultry or posed, it was just natural.

I turned the phone toward Ayaan. “Just look.”

He hesitated again but then let his eyes drop to the screen.

And the moment they did, I saw it. The flicker. That half-second pause. The subtle tightening of his jaw.

His expression didn’t change much, but I could feel the shift in the air. He stared a second too long, then cleared his throat and looked away. “Fuuuck,” Ayaan muttered under his breath. “You’re insane.”

I chuckled. “Insane, but right?”

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his face. “This is so fucking wrong.”

“Is it, though?” I teased. “She’s a woman. You’re a man. What’s stopping you? Society?”

“Bhai, society isn’t the problem. You are. This isn’t some porn plot where your best friend fucks your mom while you watch.”

“Who said anything about watching?” I smirked. “Do whatever you want. I’ll even leave the house for you.”

“STOP!” He buried his face in his hands, half laughing, half groaning. “You’re a menace. I swear to god.”

“Just admit she’s hot,” I pushed, nudging him.

He stayed silent for a moment before sighing. “Bhai… she’s your mom.”

“That’s not a no”, I said.

He groaned again. “Fuuuck. Okay. Fine. She’s… she’s something like smoking hot. But I can’t. No way.”

“Why not?” I asked again.

“Because it’s fucking weird! How am I supposed to look at you after that?” he said.

“You’ll look at me the same way. You’ll just have some extra respect in your eyes. Haha” I said in chillin tone.

Ayaan threw a chips at me. “Chal na bhosdike.”

I caught it mid-air, laughing. “So you’re saying there’s a chance?”

“No, I’m saying you need help.” He replied.

I grinned, stretching my arms behind my head. “All I’m saying is… think about it. It’s a win-win.”

Ayaan lay back down, staring at the sky again. He didn’t say anything. But I could tell his mind was running in circles. I leaned in closer. “You’re thinking about it now, You’re picturing her. You’re imagining what it would be like…”

Ayaan exhaled sharply. “Fuck, bro.” He ran both hands through his hair, gripping his scalp. “Main soch bhi nahi sakta tha… but ab… ab toh sochna bandh nahi ho raha.”

I smirked. “Exactly.”

There was a long pause. And then, Ayaan did something I had been waiting for. He smacked his palm on the floor and let out a loud, frustrated groan. “Bhaiiii, tu mujhe paagal kar dega!”

I burst into laughter. “Finally! Accept kar liya na?”

“I fucking hate you for this,” he said, shaking his head. “But…” He inhaled deeply. “I can’t lie… she’s fucking hot”

“I told you, bhai,” I grinned. “She’s not just hot. She’s a goddamn fantasy waiting to happen.”

Ayaan groaned again, rubbing his temples. “Bhai, ab kya kare?”

“Ab?” I smirked. “Ab plan start hoga.”

“Bhai, you’re really okay with this?” His voice was softer now, still full of disbelief. “Like, really okay with it?”

I nodded. “Bhai, Mehak mujhe chahiye. Tu mere liye Mom le le. Simple. I don’t mind.”

He let out another slow breath, shaking his head with a small, guilty smile. “Ye dosti ki hadh hai, bhai.”

“Aur tu yahi par rukega toh dosti ki beizzati hai, bhai,” I shot back. “Now listen carefully… here’s how you do it.”

And just like that… the deal was sealed. Still Ayaan said. “Bhai, tu serious hai? I mean, actual serious?”

“Bhai, agar mazaak kar raha hota toh ab tak topic change kar chuka hota,” I smirked. “Tu soch, aage kya karna hai?”

He hesitated, his fingers twitching again. “I don’t know… I mean, what’s the first step? How the fuck do I even.”

“Easy.” I cut him off, leaning back with a smirk. “Step one. You start getting closer to her. Make yourself useful. Offer to help around the house Ayaan inhaled sharply, shifting in his seat. “Then?”

“Compliments.” I smirked. “But not normal ones. Subtle, mature ones. Don’t just say ‘You look nice, Aunty.’ No. Say something deeper Like… ‘This color suits you so well. It brings out something special in your eyes.’”

He replied, “Wait wait, no way. This is so creepy plot. This will not work. It’s absolute crap.”

I asked, “Then what to do?”

He asked, “Tell me when your mom is free and alone. Like she is free and bored.”

I replied, “Umm, I don’t know. But she used to be alone in noon and getting bored usually and nothing to do there alone in home.”

He said, “Cool! Let’s bunk classes tomorrow, let me handle this by my own. Your plan is creepy.”

I replied, “Fine.”

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