WHOSE HAND IS THAT

 

WHOSE HAND IS THAT

There are times when you see something that your brain doesn’t want you to see, so it “alters” 

the image slightly, allowing you to see something, while also not seeing it…

Perfect Example?

Last weekend a bunch of my buddies learned that a local hotel was being rented out by a 

swingers group, and that there was a $100 upcharge per room. So naturally, we did what any 

group of horny, fresh outta highschool, 18 year olds would do… we pooled our money, pretended 

to be part of the group, and booked a huge suite at the hotel!

We were, however, surprised as hell, to find that my parents, and one of our other buddies' 

parents, were also at the hotel... and not by accident. Which, was a hell of a shock! But, we 

basically agreed that, if two women in a hotel with nearly 500 horney swingers were off limits, 

then we would still be doing pretty okay. We were NOT prepared for just how much sex and kink 

was just, fucking everywhere! Like, there was a reason that they needed to rent out the whole 

hotel! There were exhibitions in every meeting room, couples 69ing on the diving board, and 

people having sex in various stages, in every hallway and stairwell. 

12 hours into day 1, and I hadn’t been with anyone yet because I was finding myself way too into

 just, wandering from event to event and watching all of these hot and horney people find endless

 creative ways to get each other off. Honestly though, it was getting to be a bit of a strain, and my

 balls were starting to feel a bit like 10 pound weights. That’s when I walked into the locker room,

 adjacent to the exercise room because it was the nearest place to grab a shower, and I felt like I

 desperately needed either a handjob or a cold shower, stat. 

That was when I saw one of my friends standing in the communal shower area. He wasn’t in the 

shower just yet, but he was getting hot and heavy with this knockout MILF who was dressed in a 

cheerleader costume. At first, she was super hot, big tits, long hair. But, after almost a full 

minute, my brain went, “wait”... 

That was my Mom! Son of a bitch was with my Mom! And things were progressing quickly too. 

Before I could think of what to say, or how I would say it, he had his clothes off and Mom was 

behind him.  He had stuck his hand back, and he was copping a feel on her pussy while he 

jerked off! I was fucking pissed… at first. But something wasn’t quite right, and when Mom 

moaned, I heard my thought process as I asked myself, “why the fuck are his fingernails painted 

red?!”. So yeah… took my brain a full minute to accept and unravel what I was watching. He 

wasn’t touching my Mom while he jerked himself off… He was touching my Mom, while she was 

jerking him off. She had reached one lovely hand around him, and her sexy red nail polish was 

on display as she jerked his cock and told him what to do with his hand if he wanted her to keep 

going. 

When Mom finally saw me, she gasped in shock. But… even that wasn’t what I thought it was. 

You see, she gasped in shock, and then she moaned a little, and bit her lip. Then she asked me 

if I was watching my Mother jerk off one of my friends… but she asked it like it was the hottest

fucking thing she’d ever heard in her life. In fact, she sounded SO convinced that it was the 

hottest thing ever, that she practically had me convinced that it was. 

Part of me still wanted to kick my friends ass, but another part of me was burning up from how 

hot I suddenly felt.  Mom seemed to stop, for just a second, and I thought maybe all this 

madness was about to come to an end. But then, still keeping eye contact with me, she turned 

him around, hit her knees, and showed us both what my Mother’s lovely red lips looked like when 

they were sliding up and down my best friend's dick! Then, after about a minute of her doing that, 

and randomly glancing over at me to moan; my last chance to beat him up, or even yell at him 

was gone for good. 

Because my Mom, still acting like just the thought of me being there was going to make her cum, 

asked me if I wanted to take my clothes off and join, “my little friend”… And you can’t chew your 

friend out for saying yes to your Mom, when you do too…

A minute later, Mom was standing behind both of us, and she had an arm around or under us (it 

started around, then she hit her knees and reached between our legs). She was giving us both 

reach around handjobs, and talking about how hot it was. She moaned, and shuddered as she 

talked about things like, that she had a teenager's dick in each of her hands, and one of them 

belonged to her Son.

Some time later, she asked us if we knew what the advantage of doing this in a locker room 

shower was, and when we both caught enough air to reply with our version of “no”, she turned 

us around. Then we were looking down at my Mom, as she reached up, filled her hands with 

cock, and, aiming them both at her face, she began to jerk us off again. But this time she wasn’t 

teasing us, and stretching out our pleasure like she had been up to that point. No. This time she 

jerked us like she was finally ready for us to cum, and she was going to MAKE us cum. As she 

did, she looked from him, then back to me and said, “I get to take both of these loads all over me. 

Now cum for me boys!” Then she locked eyes with me, and as I stared down at my pretty 

Mother’s beautiful face as her very large tits shook with the force of the dual handjobs she was 

giving us. Neither one of us lasted any longer than it took her to say, “Cum on Mommy’s face 

baby!”

For a long while after that my friend and I were still cumming. I mean, we blew just, fucking 

Massive loads of cum all over my Mother’s face and tits. Despite her very specific request, we 

mostly aimed for her tits. Call it years of pent up fantasies I guess. The whole time, Mom just 

kneeled there, cooing, and playing with her clit as she watched us looking at her and basking in 

how hot and dirty she looked splattered in cum. After she’d made herself cum a few times, she 

licked her fingers clean, stood up, held out a hand to both of us, and told us to follow her. 

We all cleaned up in the showers, but honestly, we spent the first part just watching as my Mom 

very erotically cleaned herself, and then for the second part, she did most of the work again as 

she scrubbed us both clean. The whole time, she kept talking about how hot it had been, and 

how crazy it was that we were both there, and then, randomly, telling us what good boys we 

were as she washed various parts of us. When we were done getting clean, we were both 

sporting hard-ons again. 

In reply, Mom walked up to me, her naked body glistening in the water and the steam as she 

threw both arms over my shoulders and pressed her body into the front of me so she could 

whisper in my ear. Then, she asked, so only I could hear, “Would you like you and your friend to 

double-team Mommy?” In reply I gulped, tried to speak, failed, and ended up nodding. 

Turns out, Mom didn’t need to say anything to my friend. She just smiled at me, slid her hands 

down the front of my body, bent over, and began to lick the head of my cock. Less than two 

minutes later, I was looking down at my Mother’s lips gently sucking on the tip of my cock, when 

she let out a cry of pleasure, and her lips were forcibly pushed down the length of me.

Four or five thrusts later, I was balls deep in my Mom’s throat, and my friend was balls deep in 

her pussy. 

It was an incredible feeling, her lips wrapped around me as she moaned, and screamed, and 

made sounds to try to encourage the guy behind her to fuck her harder. Every once and awhile 

she would pull me out of her mouth and start stroking me for a bit, just she could tell me how 

good it felt. That my she could feel my friends dick filling her up, and that she thought it was the 

hottest thing ever that her Son was one of the two guys fucking her. 

We’d already cum, not 15 minutes before starting this time, so we lasted a lot longer. We 

changed positions a few times, usually at Mom’s direction, and she guided us around the shower 

and the locker room, having us put her various positions. It was intense as hell though, and we 

both, once again, got the impression that we came exactly how and when my Mom wanted us 

to. 

Now, I’d love to take the highroad here, and say that was the end of it. That I found my courage, 

gave them both a talking to, and that was that. But that would be a huge fucking lie! No. Instead I 

had the most incredible sex of my life, and when it was done, we dried up, got dressed, and then 

my now fully clothed Mom took me by the arm, and as we walked out of the locker room 

together, she asked me, “Now sweetie. I just have to know! Exactly how many of your little 

friends did you bring with you today?” And, god help me, you should have seen her smile when I 

told her…

Mom hooked her arm in mine, and we walked down hallways of moaning couples as she told me 

how much fun she’d had in the locker room, and that she was interested in “exploring that 

fantasy further”. It didn’t take much for her to convince me. She was gorgeous, and sexy, and 

had rocked my fucking world. That she was my Mom should have been super weird and 

awkward, but, while there was a little of that, there was a lot more of this feeling that it was so 

naughty and bad and wrong that it all was that much hotter! So, I gave her our room number so 

she could stop by later and, “tuck us all in” later that night.

At first when she showed up, everyone was embarrassed, and trying to make excuses for why 

she was there… and she ate it up. She played along, doted on how much some of the guys had 

grown, gave some of the guys a light scolding, and basically acted like nothing too odd was 

happening. She did all that even though she came into the room wearing the nicest “Mom” dress 

that she’d packed for the event; which was still slutty as hell. When someone finally realized 

what was odd about the picture, and had the good sense to ask what she was doing at the hotel 

herself. She replied with something along the lines of, “Oh me? Well, funny thing. My husband 

and I are swingers, and I just love getting gangbanged by large groups of horney young men, but 

it is SO hard to find people who can be cool about that kind of thing and keep a secret back 

home so; here we are!”. 

She basically played them like puppets as they danced on her strings and did exactly what she 

wanted them to do, and only when she wanted them to do it. But if anyone noticed, no one 

complained. Especially not since it all led to filling the room with the sounds of my Mother’s 

screams, swears, and moans; as all my old highschool buddies gangbanged her. It was 

amazing to listen to, and even better to see. But the best parts were when I was watching her, 

and hearing all the filthy things she was saying, while also feeling her tight pussy clamping down 

on me.