( sorry for my delay, New NTR serious OTW)
Jake stood frozen in the doorway, staring at us.
His mother in my arms. My hands possessively on her waist. Her lips still swollen from our kiss.
"What the fuck is going on?" he repeated, voice cracking.
Lisa pulled away from me, adjusting her dress. The dress I'd fucked her in just hours ago.
"Jake, sweetie, I can explain—"
"Explain?" Jake's voice rose. "Explain why you're kissing my best friend?"
I remained calm, studying his reaction. The confusion. The betrayal. The weakness.
"Your mother and I have grown close," I said simply.
"Close?" Jake laughed bitterly. "How long?"
Lisa looked at me, panic in her eyes. I nodded, giving her permission to speak.
"A few months," she admitted quietly.
Jake staggered back like he'd been punched. "Months? While I was living here?"
"Jake, please understand—" Lisa started.
"Understand what? That you've been fucking my best friend behind my back?"
The crude word made Lisa flinch. But not from shame. From arousal. I knew her tells by now.
"It's more than that," I said, stepping forward. "Your mother and I have a deeper connection."
"Deeper connection?" Jake's face turned red. "She's my MOTHER!"
"Yes," I agreed. "And now she's mine."
The possessive declaration hung in the air. Jake's eyes darted between us, processing.
"Mom," he said desperately. "Tell me he's lying. Tell me this is some sick joke."
Lisa's silence was answer enough.
Jake sank onto the couch, head in his hands. "How could you?"
Lisa moved toward him, maternal instinct flickering. I caught her wrist, stopping her.
"Tell him," I commanded.
She looked at me, confused.
"Tell him everything."
"Alex, no—"
"He deserves to know," I said. "Tell him how you beg for me. How you need me. How I satisfy you in ways no one else can."
Jake looked up, horrified. "Mom?"
Lisa's face crumpled. But under my steady gaze, she found her voice.
"It's true," she whispered. "Alex makes me feel things I haven't felt in years."
"Things Dad couldn't?" Jake asked bitterly.
"Things no one could," Lisa admitted. "I'm sorry, Jake. I didn't mean for it to happen."
"But you don't regret it," I added.
Lisa met Jake's eyes. "No. I don't regret it."
Jake stood abruptly. "I need air. I need to think."
He headed for the door.
"Jake," I called. "There's more."
He turned, and I saw fear in his eyes now. He suspected what was coming.
"Your mother is pregnant."
The words landed like a bomb.
Jake's face went white. "What?"
Lisa's hand instinctively went to her stomach. We'd only confirmed it yesterday. She was six weeks along.
"You're lying," Jake said desperately.
Lisa shook her head. "It's true. I'm pregnant with Alex's child."
Jake stumbled, catching himself on the doorframe. "No. No, this isn't happening."
"It is," I said firmly. "Your mother is carrying my child. Your sibling."
The full reality crashed over Jake. His mother. His best friend. A baby.
"How could you?" he asked Lisa, tears streaming down his face. "How could you betray me like this?"
"Betray you?" Something shifted in Lisa's expression. "Jake, I'm a grown woman. I have needs. Desires."
"But with HIM?"
"Yes, with him," Lisa said, her voice gaining strength. "Alex gives me what I need. What I've been missing."
"What about me?" Jake's voice broke. "What about your son?"
Lisa looked at him for a long moment. Then she said the words that would shatter him completely.
"You'll always be my first child, Jake. But this baby... this baby was made from passion. From desire. From choice."
"And I wasn't?" Jake asked hollowly.
"You were made from duty," Lisa said quietly. "This child is made from love."
I watched Jake crumble. His mother had just told him that the child she was carrying—my child—was more wanted than he had been.
"I can't..." Jake backed toward the door. "I can't be here."
"Where will you go?" Lisa asked, but her tone was practical, not concerned.
"Anywhere but here," Jake said. "I can't watch this. I can't watch you with him."
"Then don't," I said simply. "Move out."
Jake stared at me. "This is my home too."
"Actually," I corrected, "it's my apartment. You've been my guest. And that invitation is being rescinded."
"Mom?" Jake looked at Lisa desperately.
She moved closer to me, her choice clear. "The baby will need your room, Jake."
Those words destroyed him more than everything else combined. He was being replaced. Literally.
"You're choosing him?" Jake asked one final time. "You're choosing him over your own son?"
Lisa's hand found mine. "I'm choosing the father of my child. I'm choosing my future."
"I'm your child!" Jake screamed.
"You're a grown man," Lisa said coldly. "Act like it."
Jake stood there, shaking. Then he laughed, bitter and broken.
"You know what? Fine. Have your perfect new family. Have your replacement child."
He headed for his room.
"You have until tomorrow to pack," I called after him.
The door slammed.
Lisa turned to me, tears in her eyes. "Was I too harsh?"
"You were perfect," I assured her, pulling her close. "He needed to know where he stands."
"Below you," she whispered.
"Always below me," I agreed.
That night, as Jake packed his things, I made sure he could hear us. Lisa's moans echoed through the apartment as I took her in our bed—the bed we'd share as a family.
"Tell me what you want," I commanded loud enough for Jake to hear.
"Your baby," Lisa cried out. "I want your babies. All of them."
"How many?"
"As many as you'll give me," she moaned. "I want to be pregnant with your child always."
I knew Jake could hear every word. Every moan. Every declaration of how thoroughly his mother belonged to me now.
The next morning, Jake emerged with his suitcases. He looked haggard, like he hadn't slept.
Lisa was making breakfast, wearing one of my shirts, nothing else. She didn't adjust her clothing for Jake's presence.
"I'm leaving," Jake announced unnecessarily.
"There's coffee if you want some," Lisa offered casually, as if he were a stranger.
"How can you be so cold?" Jake asked.
Lisa turned to face him, her hand on her still-flat stomach. "I'm not cold, Jake. I'm happy. For the first time in years, I'm truly happy."
"With him? After everything?"
"Because of him," Lisa corrected. "Alex showed me who I really am. What I really need."
"And what about what I need?" Jake asked. "A mother?"
"You're twenty-six," Lisa said dismissively. "You don't need a mother. You need to grow up."
Jake flinched. "And this baby? Will you dismiss them too when someone better comes along?"
"No," I interjected, entering the kitchen. "This baby is wanted. Planned. Celebrated."
The implication was clear—Jake had been none of those things.
"I hope you're happy," Jake said bitterly, heading for the door.
"We are," Lisa replied, moving into my arms. "Happier than I've ever been."
Jake paused at the door. "What do I tell people? My friends? Family?"
"Tell them the truth," Lisa said. "That your mother found love."
"With my best friend," Jake spat.
"Former best friend," I corrected. "You're nothing to me now but Lisa's adult son. A remnant from her past."
Jake's last bit of composure shattered. "I hate you. Both of you."
"That's your choice," Lisa said calmly. "Just like this is mine."
She kissed me then, deep and passionate, while Jake watched. Making her choice crystal clear.
Jake left without another word.
Three months later, Lisa was showing. Her bump visible and beautiful. We'd redecorated Jake's old room as a nursery.
Jake had tried calling a few times. Lisa didn't answer. He'd texted, begging to talk, to understand, to reconcile.
I deleted them before she saw them.
"Any word from Jake?" Lisa asked one evening, her hand on her growing belly.
"No," I lied smoothly. "He's moved on."
"Good," she said. "We have too."
The baby kicked, and Lisa gasped with joy. "Feel!"
I placed my hand on her stomach, feeling our child move.
"This one's strong," I said.
"Like their father," Lisa replied, looking at me with complete devotion.
"We should start trying for the second one right after this one's born," I suggested.
"Yes," Lisa agreed immediately. "I want Jake to see. To know he's been completely replaced."
Six months later, Lisa gave birth to our son. A beautiful, healthy boy.
"What should we name him?" the nurse asked.
"Alexander Jr.," Lisa said without hesitation. "After his father."
I smiled. Jake had been erased even from naming traditions.
A week after the birth, Jake appeared at our door. He'd lost weight, looked hollow.
"I heard about the baby," he said quietly. "I wanted to see... to meet my brother."
Lisa stood in the doorway, not inviting him in. "Half-brother," she corrected. "And no."
"Mom, please—"
"I'm not your mom anymore," Lisa said firmly. "I'm Alex's wife and Alexander Jr.'s mother. That's my family now."
"I'm your family," Jake pleaded.
"Were," Lisa corrected. "You were my family. You chose to leave."
"You kicked me out!"
"And you stayed gone," Lisa replied. "That was your choice."
From inside, the baby cried.
"I need to feed him," Lisa said, starting to close the door.
"Please," Jake begged. "Just let me see him."
Lisa paused. "No. You made your choice when you couldn't accept my happiness. Live with it."
She closed the door in his face.
I watched from the window as Jake stood there, shoulders shaking with sobs. Then he walked away.
"Was that hard?" I asked Lisa.
She was already unbuttoning her shirt to breastfeed our son. "No. He's nothing to me now. You and our children are everything."
"Children?" I smiled. "Plural?"
She smiled back. "I'm pregnant again. Found out this morning."
I kissed her deeply. "Perfect. Jake will love knowing he's being replaced twice over."
"Three times," Lisa corrected. "I want at least three of your babies."
As she nursed our son, I thought about Jake, alone somewhere, knowing his mother was building a new family without him. Knowing he'd been replaced completely.
It was perfect.
Lisa looked up at me, our son at her breast, her hand on her stomach where our second child grew.
"I love you," she said. "Thank you for giving me the family I actually wanted."
"And Jake?"
"Who?" she asked, and I could tell she meant it.
He'd been erased. Replaced. Forgotten.
The ultimate NTR ending—a son completely supplanted by his former best friend's children, his mother transformed from loving parent to willing breeder for another man.
Jake had lost everything.
And I had won it all.
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