Stocked and Stuffed

Stocked and Stuffed

She’d been hinting that wanted something really raunchy for Mother’s day for awhile now. Not to

her kids of course, but to her husband. They were both swingers, and they had done a lot in their

marriage; but that was why she wanted something exceptional this time. And her husband’s

idea did not disappoint.

It was, in fact, insane. His plan, if it could be called that, was to lock her in a stock (a medieval

punishment device that bent a person over and locked their hands and head in place as a

means of public shaming). But the stock would have tables behind it with wooden barriers up,

and would be positioned in a way that no one could see her face.

She pointed out that he was missing the point of locking someone in a stock, when he flashed

her an evil grin that told her he was two steps ahead of her for once. She was intrigued, and

grinned right back, urging him, “go on then”.

He teased her with silence for a few moments, but then continued. The set up is so they can’t

see your face, the table is where we put the laptop with the live feed (as it records) so you can

see them.

I still looked confused, and he was enjoying it, so I hit him. This prompted him to continue. And

that is how I can treat a bunch of our Son’s friend’s to a whore for their graduation, while you get

fucked by a room full of 18-year-olds and have none of them know it was you…

Oh… My… God…

I SAID YES!

I’d never had that fantasy before, but the moment I heard it, it felt like a dream come true! All of

my Son’s handsome, strong, athletic, friends, lining up to fuck me while I watch them in secret

and they are none the wiser?!? Yes Please!

And that I was going to be “their whore” just made me tingle all over! When the day finally came I

was SOoooo excited. I waited in those stocks for an hour, practically shaking with anticipation.

Then my husband showed the boys in, laid down some ground rules, and took off. After all,

wouldn’t want it to “be weird”, having one of their buddies parents in the room while they got laid,

right?

But… it turns out that my Son’s friends were good guys. Not that they didn’t fuck me! Oh no, they

spread my my legs, fucked me as hard as they could, and called me a whore while they asked

me if I liked it… and I did. No. They were good guys because they realized that my husband

hadn’t invited his own Son to their graduation party, and they were not about to let the hang-ups

of their friends Dad keep him from the experience of a lifetime.

Which is why about 45 minutes into my Mother’s day gift, I was watching a computer screen that

showed some teenaged stud fucking me in the ass; while in the background a bunch of other

guys welcomed my Son to the party, and told him he could go next.

I’d never had that fantasy before, but the moment I heard it…

The strangest part for me, was him not recognizing my voice. Now, granted, he’d never heard

his Mommy screaming “Oh God, Yes, Fuck ME!” before. So, give the boy some slack, but still.

Mine is the most familiar voice in his world, and I kept expecting him to recognize my moans

somehow as his cock spread me open from the inside and he fucked his own Mother while his

friends looked on. 

But he didn’t. He had no idea who it was. Which would explain why when he was done coming

inside of me, he grabbed my hips and turned me slightly so he could offer my body to his best

friend since gradeschool.

I later found out that my Husband had been watching the live feed, and didn’t do anything to stop

it because he couldn’t think of a good excuse for him to do so without giving up the game. And

honestly, I wasn’t angry. In fact, my husband and I have already decided that maybe there should

be a next time. Because if a stock will let them fuck me anonymously then surely a glory hole will

let me suck them off anonymously.

Oh, and next time? My Son will be invited on purpose… that boy can fuck.