The Whore at the Party

The Whore at the Party

I had asked Mom to be my date to a Halloween party that my frat brothers were throwing, and, 

she had to admit, it took courage. Her face showed right away that she respected my honesty, 

and was a little proud of me. You see, Mom and Dad were very kinky, and they’d confessed 

to me, when I came of age of course, just how “bad” they really were. 

Once that was done, it had been a huge weight off of their shoulders. They’d stopped having to 

hide so much, and, long story short, their little boy quickly learned what a flirtatious little slut his 

Mom was. She’d confessed that she’d been worried at first, but later told me that my wandering 

eyes and tenting pants had told her that I was, uh, let’s say, less than traumatized. In fact, 

judging by my laundry, Mom actually told me, to my face, that she’d determined that I’d actually 

started masturbating a LOT more often since I’d started watching her flirt and start casually 

wearing slutty outfits.

So… when I told her that I knew that her attitude, flirty nature, and sexy body would score me a 

lot of points with a college full of men who didn’t know she was my Mom… she had to admit it 

was a good plan, and it took big balls for me to be honest about it with her. And, she joked, if 

there was one thing she liked, it was big balls.

Halloween came, and she came downstairs in mesh fingerless gloves, with a little bitty top 

whose straps were too loose, fishnets, and a leather skirt. Everything, even the giant hoop 

earrings made it very clear that she was a whore. Specifically, a whore from the 1980′s, but a 

whore nonetheless. “Oh my fucking god Mom!” was the compliment she got when I first saw her, 

and she took it with a smile. In return, she rewarded me with a little twirl that spun her skirt up 

just enough to make me wonder if she was wearing panties. And, when I asked if she was 

wearing a bra, she replied by reaching up with one hand and pinching a nipple through the 

material a few times, hardening it against the thin front of her shirt. “What do you think kiddo?” 

she said, a little out of breath as she did. Then she shot me a wink. Apparently my wink was all 

the answer she needed, and she decided it was going to be a very fun night.

Before we got out the door though, Dad saw us, and vetoed Mom’s outfit. She pouted at him, 

which usually worked, but he insisted on a bra and panties, afraid she’d give the wrong idea. 

Which seemed odd because I thought he LIKED sharing her, and that was the point of their 

relationship, but, I tried not to overthink it. Either way, I wasn’t disappointed in Mom’s “less slutty” 

outfit. First of all, I’d seen her pack the first one and toss it into the car with a wink. But secondly, 

her new outfit was an even tighter leather skirt that zipped up, a bra, and a faux fur coat that she 

held closed before we left the house, yet once we got to the car, it quickly became clear that 

when she wasn’t forcibly holding it closed, it just didn't close. It hung open so that high heels, a 

sexy bra, a leather skirt, and the demeanor of a prostitute were all she was wearing. Yeah, Dad 

sure told her… 

But… she still had no idea just how naughty, or fun, the night would prove to be. You see, being a 

sexy milf, dressed like a whore, and acting like a teasing slut, was indeed, VERY Popular at the 

party. But it also drew a lot of compliments, and a lot of requests. And while she knew I was okay 

with her lifestyle, and that I even thought she was sexy as hell, she had definitely not realized 

that, at some point, she’d become a bit of a fetish of mine. And specifically, she was starting to 

guess that I, well, ‘wanted to watch’.

This became a lot clearer when, after the 5th or 6th guy jokingly (but not really joking) asked her 

“how much”; she didn’t get a chance to lick her lips and tell him he couldn’t afford her again, 

because I beat her to the punch, and answered in her place. I said something along the lines of, 

“She cost me $500 for the whole night, so she’s mine… but I don’t know what she’d charge for  

say, just a quick blowjob…”

Well… Mom gave me this mocking, “how dare you” look, that was obviously amused. But then, 

she took a few moments for herself, seeming to mentally debate it. After a bit, she looked back 

and forth between me and the guy who was asking, and then she turned to me and gave me this 

hyper-sexy, hyper-confident look. Then, with a sultry purry, she turned to the guy who was 

asking, and she said yes. Like, she actually agreed to go down on a random frat brother of mine 

in exchange for cash! 

At first I think that she intended to say yes just to teach me a quick lesson. Like she was getting 

me back for suggesting it was possible, by making me live with the knowledge that my Mom 

actually went through it. 

So she told the guy $50, took his hand in hers, and glanced at me over her shoulder as she 

walked him to the nearest closest with a suggestive smile, closing the door behind her. At first I 

didn’t hear anything, but then the sounds of a noisy blowjob and a college guy losing his mind 

started to come from the closet. Less than 5 minutes later, she’d already swallowed his load and 

blown his fucking mind. After all, she probably had more experience and skill than literally every 

other girl at the party combined. She might not have been an actual whore, but she had skills that 

could put one to shame. Of course, I knew about her skills long before the party. I’d had no 

choice over the last year or so, but to hear about those skills from all of my Dad’s friends, and 

half my male neighbors. Once the guys in her life learned that I was clued in about my parent’s 

lifestyle, the kids gloves came off, and they started confessing to me about how much they 

lusted after my Mom like I was their priest. But of course, I’d never actually SEEN any of it.

I still hadn’t, but now I’d fucking heard it. Live! In person! Part of me wanted to yell at the dj to turn 

down the music as I’d listened to them through the closet door, but, yeah, that probably would 

have been too far.

I’m pretty sure that Mom realized her mistake in thinking that her actions would have chastised 

me, when I was not only not shocked and properly reprimanded, but, in fact, the next time 

someone asked us “How much?”, I not only offered her up again in much the same way, but this 

time I was more specific with the location, so I could finally see her in action. This time, instead 

of asking Mom how much for a bj, I very specifically pointed to a spot, and asked her how much 

for, “…just a quick blowjob in that chair right there.” And, after a moment to recover from the 

shock of the realization of what was happening here, she, once again, decided to just embrace 

it, and have some fun. So, twirling her hair with one finger, she told that guy that her rate for that 

was $50, but warned him that it’d be quick, because she already had a prior engagement. Then 

she winked at me pointedly.

From the boy in the chair’s perspective, the woman who then knelt between his legs and gave 

him the nastiest fucking blowjob of his life was his buddy’s girlfriend, and he had SHARED her 

with him. It had to seem nasty and sexy as hell. But fuck… if the guys only knew the truth…

I’d just watched my Mom pretend to be a whore and suck off one of my friends in a room full of 

party guests. And FUCK was she good at it. She kept glancing at me, and shifting to give me a 

better view too. She even pressed his dick against the inside of her cheek to stretch it out. 

I was burning up with how hot it all was. When he told her he was close, she deepthroated him 

and swallowed his whole load. He actually told her how impressed she was, but she gave him a 

smile, a wink, and reminded him that, as a whore, she was in her “working clothes”, so she had 

to keep them clean. At least for the rest of the night. 

A statement which honestly seemed to make him hard again. As for me... I was rock hard the 

whole night! And the whole night, we continued to play our little game. In three other rooms, Mom 

went down on three other guys, each giving her $50 as her fee. Each time, she was swift, 

effective, and stunningly arousing to behold. 

Eventually, I decided to try to take it even further. So, at one point, I decided to see just how far 

Mom would go. So when the next guy walked up to us and asked how much, I didn’t give my 

normal reply. Instead of asking Mom how much she wanted to charge for a blowjob in a specific 

visible spot, I instead asked her how much she would charge for a “quick fuck against that wall”, 

and I pointed.

After earning another shocked pause, where Mom took a moment and seemed to give the 

question real thought, she eventually said yes (Which, I was hoping for, and yet, still somehow 

surprised me). Then, after a moment, she remembered the whole question, and named her 

price at $100.

Now… later on, Mom actually told me how this moment played out in her head. After her initial 

shock, she decided that if I was going to keep escalating this, then she was going to play too. 

Apparently, while she was having a great time, she also still thought her Son could use a little 

payback. So… seeing as “her poor boy” had been walking around with a hard-on for the last few 

hours, and my balls had to be getting pretty sore, she figured this would be a lovely spot to make 

me really squirm. 

So, since she could clearly see that the fact that this was my own Mom was really doing it for me, 

she decided to add some of her own elements to our little game… After her yes, while my friend 

and frat brother was desperately trying to get his wallet out, and make sure he had the money, 

she walked back to me, her “date”, and whispered a little something into my ear. “You know Son, 

before tonight, I’ll have you know that I have never, EVER… accepted money in exchange for 

sex… This was just supposed to be a costume. But now… do you realize what you’ve done?” 

And then she pulled back and looked into my eyes for a moment before leaning back in to finish 

her whispered words. “You’ve made your Mommy a whore”, she half moaned the words, her 

luscious and well used lips, so close, that I  could feel her warm breath in my ear. “This isn’t a 

costume anymore sweetie. You’ve gone and made it true. Just for tonight, your own Mother is 

your whore, and all your little college friends seem to be getting a turn too… Bad boy...”

Then she walked over to the spot I’d pointed out, took the cash, put her hands up against the 

wall, spread her legs, and looking over her shoulder, she addressed the boys watching, including 

me, her own Son. Of course, she was also talking to half the fraternity, who’d noticed the game 

we were playing and were slowly but surely becoming fascinated by it. And of course, she was also 

addressing her ‘client’, who was at that very moment fumbling to get his dick out of his pants so 

he could shove it into her. “Hey, you wanna know something kind of hot?” and she gave the room 

a moment to process, before smiling and glancing over at me standing there in my random “80′s 

guy” costume. “This costume isn’t just ANY whore. My boyfriend and I are actually dressed as 

characters from my Fan Fic, and I’m, technically, playing his Mom. So, every time he’s asked me 

how much I’d suck off one of his friends for, we’ve been pretending that, my answering him 

meant, well...” 

That got a few “Woah”‘s, from our little audience, and the guy with his dick in his hands actually 

stopped mid-step and got visibly harder. Which, of course, delighted her. “So…” she continued. 

“In a weird way, when you fuck me, you’ll be fucking his Mother while he watches… Am I the only 

one who thinks that’s kind of hot?”

She wasn’t, and half the guys in the room not only loudly agreed and started talking about how 

hot it was, but many went racing for their own wallets. The guy behind her wasn’t about to wait to 

see how it all played out though, and slid into her the second he was able to; drawing a loud, 

sultry moan from my Mother’s lips. But with her talking about him fucking his buddy’s whore 

Mom in front of all his friends, he didn’t last even 3 minutes after sliding into her tight, wet pussy. 

Yet somehow, it was still plenty of time for her to look over at me, mid-thrust, and moan out that 

she could feel my friend’s cock ramming up into my Mother’s cunt. She even managed to ask 

me how it looked. 

Honestly, it looked like the hottest and dirtiest thing I’d ever seen. I managed to get a really great view 

too. I caught a glimpse of my own Mom’s glistening wet pussy lips, and watched those lips part 

and spread for the dick of some 19 year old college boy. I heard her moan, as I watched her 

pussy spread open for him, and when he finally managed to work himself all the way inside of her, 

Mom’s voice told me and everyone else there, that she could feel his cock filling her up inside. He didn’t 

last longer after that, and I felt like I’d gotten this incredible view just in time for a friend of mine to 

look up at me and tell me that he was about to cum inside my Mother’s pussy. The bastard 

actually looked me in the fucking eyes and emptied his balls into my Mom and, I have to tell you, 

having a moment like that in your life is a fucking game changer.

It was hot, but it was also disturbing. It was even more disturbing immediately after, when I 

learned how many of my so called friends wanted to fuck or get a blowjob from someone who 

they thought was pretending that she was my Mother; WHILE I was watching. It was kind of 

grating from guys that I didn’t get along with, and who wanted to be an asshole. And kind of hot 

and awkward from guys I actually knew and liked, but who still wanted to say “watch this man”, 

to me, before cumming on my Mother’s face and telling me, EXACTLY what they were doing.

Oh, did I not mention that part? Yeah, shit got out of hand real fast once I opened the door to 

more than blow jobs, and Mom told everyone about our fake “mom/son” costumes. 

It started with guys begging to be next and waiving money, and then some had really specific 

requests, like wanting to cum on her face while I watched, or wanting to fuck her from behind 

while she was facing me. Again, it was all so strange. I’d had no idea what I was biting into when 

I started this mess, and now I was more embarrassed, aroused, ashamed, turned on, and ready 

to burst than I’d ever imagined was possible. Mom was just smiling at me like she’d seen the 

storm coming and had just been waiting to watch my face when it hit. After 3 more guys had 

taken turns on her and had their fantasies fulfilled, two guys who were actually Brother’s asked if 

one of them could fuck her from behind while she went down on the other. Mom agreed, but 

charged them a little extra. But no sooner had the first Brother bent her over, and she’d wrapped 

her lips around the second, when someone said something that froze the room, and got 

everyone's attention once more.

“Well, couldn’t we just pool our money? I mean… How much for a gangbang?”. The room got 

quiet then. These parties had always been sexual. People slipping off into a room here and there, 

making out on couches, and even the occasional blowjob in the corner with no one knowing if it 

was okay to look or not. But this… this was something else entirely. I mean, we could say it was 

just a costume, but people were paying my Mom for sexual acts, so, there was ligitmately a 

whore at the party, and people were paying cash to publicly use her. And now… 

It was already a more sexual party than ever before, and this would have been taking it to a 

whole other level. Besides, even though they thought the “Mom thing” was just pretend, they 

legitimately thought that she was my real girlfriend, and that she was just super cool about 

whatever I wanted to do. Someone actually said it out loud, “Holy shit. We’d be gangbanging his 

Mother”, and that took both Brother’s over the edge almost as soon as they’d started. The elder 

Brother’s face told everyone that he was going to lose it, and he grabbed Mom’s hips and started 

pumping her for all he was worth. She helped the second one along by popping her mouth off of 

him just long enough to ask if he was pretending that she was My Mom or His. I’ll never know 

which thought did the trick, but either way, both Brother’s were done in record time. Once they 

were, the whole room kind of backed off and collectively, everyone seemed to hold their breath 

as Mom came over to me to talk. 

There was so much on the line and  they gave us a moment, so we took it. 

Mom and I went to the corner to talk for a second. This had already gone so much further than I 

meant it to, or even thought was possible. So I thought for sure that Mom was taking me aside 

so we could make up some kind of excuse not to move forward… But… but she just stood 

there. She was still just smiling at me. And waiting.

Finally, loud enough for everyone to hear, she said, “I don’t know boys. I think my boyfriend… 

OOPS. I mean, my Son” and she gave the room a wink as some of them cheered. “Has been 

more generous with me than anyone would have dreamed. Even me!” And this time, the wink 

was for me alone. But then, just as I thought she was going to finish her sentence by backing 

down; instead, she put the ball in my court. “I mean…” and then she switched from her ditzier 

sex candy voice, to her real, “MY MOM” voice. But, I don’t know, sexier somehow. And in her real, 

that is my Mom’s voice, voice, she said, “… How far do you want to take this sweetie? I know I’m 

dressed the part and all, but do you really want to watch your Mommy get gangbanged by all your 

little college friends?” The question was real, but the tone was a mix of curious and sexual, with 

no accusation to it. “Are you really going to take this night as an opportunity, to make your Mother 

into a whore, for your whole fraternity?”

Absently, I heard a lot of things being said and shouted. Guys were offering me stuff. They were 

shouting out things, offering me their room, offering to let me use their car, or their playstation, or 

their girlfriend’s… But in that Moment, I only had eyes for my Mom. She was looking back at me 

like… I don’t know. But it was definitely the hottest fucking look I’d ever seen. And in another 

courageous moment of honesty… I said yes. Guys immediately started cheering, and all kinds of 

cash was being shoved into my Mother’s purse. Just fistful after fistful of it until it couldn’t hold it 

anymore. People were shoving money into the coat she’d brought in too, and everyone was 

yelling out random things they wanted her to do, or that they wanted to do to her. 

Then, Mom came over to me, grabbed my leather jacket, and, turning to the group she asked, 

“alright, who was the one who said they wanted me to suck their cock while I was wearing his 

Jacket?”.

From there things got real, real fast. Everything that I’d ever wanted, fantasized about, or ever 

wished to see, happened. I saw my Mother tear open her top and tit-fuck a guy my age, I saw her 

blowing one guy while she stroked off two others, one in each hand. I saw her made air tight, 

spitted, ass-fucked, and gangbanged by so many guys at once that they were waiting, not just 

for an open hole, or even a free hand, but just a slick or sweaty part of her to free up so they 

could rub themselves off on her.

A guy I frickin’ hate threw her down in right in front of me, fucked her hard and fast from behind, 

and then pulled her to her knees by her hair so he could blow his load all over her face. And 

when he was done, he said, “Did you like that Misses”, and my last name. And she just smiled, 

licked some of the cum off her face, and looked at me before saying “Yes.” When he turned in 

high-fived a friend, Mom took it even further. She stood, his cum still dripping from her chin, and 

with a smile, she addressed the room. 

“I did like that… In fact, are their any more of you that wanna give (my first name’s) Mommy a 

nice little Hate-Fuck and facial while we make him watch?” That… was a disturbingly long list. I 

thought maybe one or two guys, but I was wrong. Way more people than I thought would, 

suddenly gave a cheer and stepped forward. Shit, even a good friend of mine got in on it, and 

when I gave a look that clearly said “WHAT THE FUCK MAN?”, he apologized and confessed 

that it was nothing personal, it was just a really fucking hot concept and it wasn’t like an 

opportunity like this was ever going to present itself again. Then he, and two asshole seniors, 

triple fucked her hard, fast, and vulgar! They were so close to me that she was almost in my lap 

while it was happening, and then they finished by telling me that they were all going to, “nut all 

over my whore mother in front of the whole campus”. And they did. And when they did, Mom just 

moaned, and helped, and licked up some of the stray bits.

Mom and I went from two people at the Halloween party, to the point of the Halloween party. As 

the night went on, all focus turned to “making sure everybody got a turn”, with my “girlfriend”. 

They fucked her in every position they could think, in every room in the frat house, and they all did 

it while “pretending” that she was my Mother. The party ended up going on way later than 

advertised, and by the end of it, Mom could barely walk. Her body dripped with cum from every 

angle, and her outfit was destroyed. Tatters of it were all over the place. A piece of her torn 

fishnets hung from the tip of the banister leading upstairs and at some point someone had 

pocketed her panties (she HAD been wearing a pair) as a trophy. She’d applied her lipstick at 

least a dozen times, but it was now smeared everywhere but her lips. Everyone of my college 

friends could boast a streak of it somewhere on their bodies. 

In the end, Mom was too naked, too cum splattered, and too tired to even be driven home. So we 

got her to a shower, put in some of my clothes, and she ended up crashing in my bed with me. 

Not that anything sexy was going to happen. Nope. Mom was way past worn out by the time she 

finally crawled into bed with me, and fell asleep before she’d even finished saying “good night”. 

The next morning, wearing my sweatpants, and a sweatshirt of mine, Mom joined my frat brothers 

and I for breakfast, and they were, surprisingly not shitty. For the most part, they were polite, 

though the moment one of them greeted her as “Mrs. (my last name)”, they all insisted on doing 

it the whole time, even though they all believed that she was actually my girlfriend. Still, Mom 

played along, pretended to be my girlfriend, pretending to be my Mom, and with mock humor, 

helped them clean up after breakfast was done, like “a good Mom should”. 

Only one guy asked her if he could, “have another go”. Unsurprisingly, it was one of the ones 

who’d said he wanted to hate-fuck her while I watched the night before. But Mom shut him down 

cold, and told him that the previous night was all in service of me, and now that it was over, she 

was all mine again. Honestly, it was a really cool moment of solidarity that I swear scored me 

just as many points with the guys who were present as the night before had. 

I drove Mom home that day, she told Dad that she simply hadn’t let me drive her home the night 

before because I’d been drinking at the party, and that was that. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I got 

shit about that night for well over a year. It was just too good to resist comeback wise, when you 

beat someone at something and they had the chance to reply, “Hey… didn’t I fuck your Mom 

once? Because I’m pretty sure that I did, and that we made you watch.” So, there was that! But 

aside from people bringing it up (mostly in a positive way), and my reaping the rewards of what 

everyone owed me from the insane promises made; my life was otherwise “normal”. Mom never 

brought it up when I went back home to visit, do laundry, or resupply; and no one but us knew 

what had really happened. 

Until about a year and half later…

Though I still jerked off thinking about that night pretty regularly, it was tough to bring up in casual 

conversation, and my Dad always seemed to be at my Mom’s side when I visited home, so… 

Things sort of auto-reset to how they’d been before the party had ever happened. The following 

year, we had another Halloween party, and, honestly, I was tempted to try the same shit again. 

But I couldn’t. I had a game that weekend, and a test, and I had to work. So I ended up avoiding 

my frat entirely, which just made the previous party that much more legendary because of how 

big a failure this was seemed like in comparison. 

Thanksgiving was pretty normal, and, I WAS now through my second year of college with some 

pretty good friends. So when Christmas rolled around and I learned that 3 of my best friends at 

school were going to be stuck at the frat house for the holidays because they couldn’t afford to fly 

home, I got permission to bring them home with me instead. It all seemed pretty cool. I lived a 

little over an hour away, and they guys were great company for the ride. I figured they would get 

some good food, we’d become a little closer, and I’d have someone to game with instead of 

having to have awkward chats with visiting relatives. Yep, it all seemed like a totally normal and 

great idea, until we all walked in the door, greeted my parents, and all 3 of my buddies' jaws hit 

the floor as they recognized my Mom. 

She was wearing some pretty “Mom” dress, and not dressed up like an 80’s whore, but of 

course, Mom had some pretty memorable features. Even with her hair, clothes, and make-up 

totally different, she was still the woman from the most memorable night of most of our lives, and 

her large breasts, long hair, winning smile, and killer eyes were hardly forgettable or common. 

After a second of stunned silence, Mom laughed, said, “They’re boobs kids, and you boys need 

girlfriends, stat!” And that broke the moment. We laughed, Dad laughed, and no one had any 

trouble pretending that they’d just been stunned by how sexy my Mom was. 

Our first night there was both normal, and not normal. I spent most of the day saying “I know! 

Shut up!” under my breath, as they repeatedly remembered the party from the year before and 

yet, witnessed the stark contrast of my Mom, being my Mom; at a perfectly normal and 

warm/fuzzy family gathering. We had dinner, we conversed with random strangers and family 

members who I only saw once a year, and eventually, everyone called it a night and headed to 

various rooms and sleeping spots. I had planned for the four of us to sleep in the basement, but 

at the last second Mom moved her Sister's family down there and insisted we all sleep in my 

room. Honestly, it was pretty crowded, but the house was pretty crowded, and it worked out. My 

room was actually sound proofed from a brief period in my life when I was trying to learn an 

instrument to be in a band, so it meant that we could stay up all night gaming and laughing and 

still not bother anyone. 

Of course, that’s not what happened. At around 2 am, we hit pause as fast as we could when 

the door opened, and Mom came in. She closed the door behind her, and before I could say 

literally anything, she grinned from ear to ear and went off on a rant. “Oh my god sweetie, I can’t 

believe you did this! I mean, I’ve been waiting over a year for you to make your move, but this!! 

You brought three, THREE fucking friends over, in the middle of the Holidays; with the whole 

family in the house!!!”

I started to protest and defend myself, but before I could get the first word out, Mom extended a 

hand, and shoved me back onto my own bed. She was wearing a tight white tank top, and short 

little shorts when she’d walked in, but I’d been staring at her tits. After I hit the bed, and she 

stripped out of her shorts and as she came closer I realized why I'd been so drawn to her chest. 

Her breasts were literally glistening! She’d covered them in baby oil before she walked into the room,

and as she stood at the foot of the bed in her tight white shirt clinging to her oiled up tits, and nothing

 else, she exclaimed, “I LOVE it!” before crawling up onto the bed with me. 

I gulped hard. This was not the plan. There was no plan! But Mom seemed to THINK there was, 

and I was very suddenly trapped as she crawled towards me. I noticed she was wearing the 

same shade of seductive red lipstick as she had the year before at the party, as she stopped 

crawling when her lips were somewhere over my navel. Mom was pulling my pants down to my 

knees as she grinned at the other guys, sure that this was all some elaborate ruse to bed her, 

and said, “So…  besides my Son here,” she said, lifting her shirt up and maneuvering herself so 

that my cock slid in between her tits with her body pressing down on top of me, before letting her 

top back down again. “... which one of you gets to go first?” 

And that was that. Despite that fact that no one had actually planned anything, except for maybe 

Mom, not a single one of the guys hesitated. They just exchanged a look, stripped down, and got 

in line like this had always been what was going to happen. I felt the foot of the bed sinking and 

moving as my new best friend got up behind my Mom on the bed I’d slept in all through 

highschool, in the room I’d slept in since the day I was born. Then her face twisted up into a look 

of pleasure, and she whimpered, “Oh god baby! It’s going in! I can feel your friend sliding his big 

cock into your Mommy’s tight little pussy!” After that, everytime he pushed, her body would rock, 

and everytime her body rocked, her tits would slide up either side of my cock. So that my Mom 

getting fucked on top of me was also forcing her to titfuck me while it happened. Mom took full 

advantage of the fact that she and Dad had soundproofed my room, and by the time she yelled 

for the first guy to “blow his load” inside of her, the guys caught on and started to enjoy the fact 

that they could be loud and verbal with her. 

Of course, with all of this insanity going on, this was still my actual first time with my Mom! So, I 

didn’t last, but she didn’t change position after I popped the first time and came all over her tits, 

shirt, and the bottom of her chin. She just kept getting fucked on top of me, and after the first guy 

came and there was a brief pause in the action where I thought she would get off of me, she 

revealed that she had a different plan. She looked at the two guys standing there and said, “Now 

boys, just because you don’t have to pay this time, doesn’t mean I don’t still want you to treat me 

like a whore.” Then, for some reason, she chose that moment to look at me and shoot me a 

sexy wink. “Now then”, she said, giving her ass an inviting wiggle. “Who thinks they have what it 

takes to get up here, and really, and I mean REALLY, fuck (My first name)’s Mommy like the 

whore she is?” And the next guy to fuck her while she was naked, oiled up, and on top of me, did 

everything in his power prove he was the right choice for Mom’s words. I was hard again before 

he was done.

At some point in the night, Mom confessed to me that, when she realized “what I was up to”, she 

moved us to my old room. Because, in her words, she wanted me to always be able to 

remember the time I watched my Mom get fucked in my childhood room. 

Between the time the second guy finished and third one climbed up on my bed, Mom moved me 

from the inside of her shirt, to her ruby red lips, and I felt the inside of her mouth for the first time 

as her body rocked forward, and her lips slid down the length of me with a heartfelt moan. Mom 

went even harder on the dialogue this time, seeming to genuinely love all the little reminders that 

this was incest, that we were college guys, and that she’d once been our actual, bought and paid 

for prostitute. But after two more hours of us sharing her, fucking her, using her, and bouncing 

her back and forth between us as everyone did everything they could to highlight the fact this 

was my Mother that we were stuffing full of cock… Mom told us that she needed to go. She 

slipped away as quickly as she’d come, and we were left on our own until morning. 

But each night, for the whole two week trip played out kind of like the first one. Mom would come 

into my room in a different sexy outfit each night. She would tell us how hard it was keeping her 

hands to herself throughout the day, and eventually we would end up group fucking her while she 

moaned, slurped, and screamed for more. By the end of the trip, we weren’t even waiting. We all 

went out sledding one day and Mom pulled me and one of the guys into a changing room at the 

resort and told us to spit-roast her while no one was looking. 

I learned that at one point, she’d jerked off two of the guys in the backseat of the car while Dad 

drove them home from a grocery run, and our third friend kept him distracted with a conversation 

about sports in the front seat. And at one point the 4 of us, Mom and Dad were the only people 

still in the house, and we were all in the kitchen when Mom gave Dad a really expensive 

Christmas gift. He was thrilled, and shocked, but when he asked how she could afford it, she 

“joked” that she’d bought it with all the money she’d made whoring the year before (she really did 

though. She made bank at that party). Dad laughed and blushed, and pointed out that we were 

there, and she was going to embarrass us. But Mom just waved it off, and said, “Don’t be silly 

dear. These kids are all college boys. Hell, I’d bet they’ve even been with whores themselves by 

now!” Then, after a pause, she turned to us and said. “In fact… Now be honest boys. Have you? 

Have you actually had a sex with a real, live, WHORE before?” 

Dad seemed like he was going to jump in and try to save us from answering. But before he 

could, my best friend said yes. Then another guy said yes. And before I could reply myself, one 

of my buddies volunteered that, one time, we’d actually pooled our money and hired a super hot, 

super talented whore for us all to share at once. When he did, Mom blushed, and Dad said wow, 

and that he’d love to hear that story some time. 

But eventually, the holiday vacation was over. I drove the guys home, and they talked about 

nothing else the whole way back. I could hardly blame them. It was the greatest two weeks of my 

life, and 2nd place wasn’t even close. But, when we got back to the fraternity, they all went quiet, 

and, without having to talk about it at all, everyone just sort of silently agreed that this was our 

personal secret, and our personal treasure. 

When I told Mom about that over the phone, she replied “Really? Hmm… Well, that kind of 

behavior deserves a reward, now doesn’t it?” I tried to ask her what she meant, but she said she 

wasn’t sure yet. The next day, she called me up and asked me if I’d seen my girlfriend since last 

Halloween. I uh, I was pretty sure she meant herself, so I told her no. And when I did, she said, 

“That’s a shame. You know what I think? I think that maybe she should come visit you this 

weekend. In fact, I think maybe she should start visiting you and your friends a lot more often too, 

don’t you?” 

I did. I really, realy, really wanted that. So I told her so. And she agreed that “my girlfriend” from 

that party would be popping in on me and my friends that weekend. But before she ended the 

call, she had one last surprise from me as she added, “Oh, and sweetie? Your Dad and I sure 

did like those boys you brought home for the Holidays this Christmas. So, I think maybe they 

should start coming home with you more often…”

And with that, Mom hung up with a smile in her voice; and our adventures together REALLY got 

started.