THE FOUR-ELEVEN CLUB

THE FOUR-ELEVEN CLUB

Every year, my friends and I threw a party. Years ago, it had started off very innocently, with 

music and video games; but over time, the parties sort of became more mature as we did. 

Okay… maybe mature isn’t the best word choice. But definitely more adult!

Normally, we would have planned the party at my house, because my Mom was by far the 

coolest. While some of the other guys had parents that would have lectured us for an 

hour-and-a-half if they heard us even SAY the word party; Mom was more the type of parent to 

hear what we were saying, and add her own suggestions.

This year though, some of us had moved. No too far, but far enough. To make matters worse, 

my car was temporarily out of commission, and my Mom wasn’t going to be home that day; my 

Dad was.. Dad wasn’t bad… I mean, my parents were both hardcore swingers and big into the 

fetish community, so they kind of came with pre-opened minds. But Dad was the kind of person 

who would butt into the conversation and think what he was saying was really cool, when it really 

wasn’t; and just, never take the hint that he was bringing everybody down.

Mom on the other hand… Well, Mom had huge breasts, an amazing butt, and a personality that 

was 10 times her size. Which was good, because Mom’s overall size was the only thing about 

her looks that wasn’t impressive. See, I was just about 6 feet tall, Dad was about 5 inches 

shorter than me, and Mom… well, Mom was 4 foot Eleven inches (149.86cm or 1.4908m). 

Which means, technically, she was short enough to ask for a handicapped parking plate and get 

it. So, yeah, pretty dang short.

But while her height was lacking, she was also the flirtiest, sexiest, funniest person that I, or any 

of my friends, had ever met. So when she offered a solution to our problem that involved hanging 

out with her and a bunch of her female swinger friends, we all jumped at the chance.

It turned out that Mom was a member of something called, “The 411 Club”; and while they were 

not super-strict about the exact height, it WAS a height reference. Apparently after some huge 

fetish event with like, 300 people, Mom got too loud talking about how “small girls” needed to 

stick together. She was just joking with a friend, but her voice carried, word carried, and before 

she knew it, she was having monthly get togethers with all the kinky women in the community 

whose height landed close to her own.

The friend who was hosting Mom’s meeting lived pretty central to where we were all living at 

now, and she agreed to host us. So, I just drove over with Mom and, boom, problem solved. The 

guys and I were planning in one room, while a host of beautiful, sexually-supercharged women, 

laughed and had their meeting in the kitchen.

At first, we were talking about toning it down for once. Last year had gotten a little crazy, and this 

time around the idea came up of just doing one, huge, 16-hour D&D session. It may sound silly, 

but it was a thing that we had bonded over, and a lot of our favorite stories came from roleplaying 

sessions we’d done together. This year was probably going to be our last party. We were all over 

18 now, and quite a few of us would be leaving in a bit for college, so we wanted to go all out. 

Which was why no one was surprised when the friend who, we all knew would bring it up, 

suddenly added in; “Yeah… but with sex!”

We all just rolled our eyes, because, of course he did. He was 100% that kid who claimed to be 

sexually active when we were still kids, but probably couldn’t have told you how that worked or 

what a woman even looked like naked. We were about to call him out on how on Earth he 

thought that would work with 10 guys, and no girls; when one of my Mom’s friends beat us to the 

punch.

A drop dead gorgeous woman with a red pony tail that went all the way down to her ass, and 

breasts bigger than some a lot of the ones I’d seen in porn, had walked into the room to grab 

something from a desk drawer without us noticing. She asked, “How would that work exactly?” 

At first, we all thought she was teasing him, but… her face was curious, and she seemed more 

interested in the actual answer than she was in giving some teenager a hard time.

He stammered for a bit about how we would all be dressed as adventurers, and we would have 

a bunch of gold and need someplace to spend it. And, as we realized that his big plan was to 

invite women to a party, ask them to play as D&D characters, and then also ask them to be 

whores who took our pretend money for sex; a few of us actually face palmed. The woman he 

was making his pitch to laughed at his suggestion. But instead of snapping at him, or simply 

leaving, she called some other woman I didn’t know into the room, and, with an amused smile, 

asked him to tell her his big plan again so they could hear it too.

Now, weirdly, he did actually do better with his wording on the second try. But only in that he was 

clearer about wearing costumes, and playing the game, and what the party was about. But, 

clarity aside, his big idea for how the party involved sex was still basically, “and then we go to a 

tavern and totally score with a variety of locals, tavern wenches, and actual whores.” His idea 

was still amazingly stupid, but the woman who’d been called into the room, a very pretty woman 

wearing a leather collar, a short skirt, and black stockings; actually seemed to be blushing at his 

idea. Like, not with anger either.

With this really cute, shy, but sexy tone, she asked, “So these women you’re planning to invite, 

would be role playing the whores that you pay for, and you boys would get to do whatever you 

want with them?” She seemed so sincere that the temperature in the room seemed to start 

going up. Before our idiot friend could repeat himself for the third time, one of our smarter friends 

answered her question. He explained that, yeah, that would definitely be an option, but… He then 

explained character creation, and player freedom of choice. Basically letting her know that, that 

was our idiot friends idea, but that there were a lot of options for how it could all play out.

From the other side of the room, a woman feigning disappointment pouted and said, “Aww… but 

I really liked the one where we were all just tavern whores. Bought and paid for.”

Uh… we? All of my friends' brains and dicks (a rare combo to be sure) went to immediate high 

alert. Did she just say we?!?

In a slow trickle, a back and forth dialogue started to happen, as more and more of Mom’s little, 

all female, swingers group, began coming into the living room from one of the two openings that 

led to the kitchen. They took seats with us. Someone brought in refreshments. One on one 

conversations about character creation started to happen. It was insane! At one point the guy 

who’d started it all, out, fucking, loud, said, “But how would that work? Would you all play goblins, 

or dwarves or something?”

So, uh, yeah. We hit him. The first two blows were just hats, but at least three more fists 

thumped into his arms hard enough that he practically hid behind the nearest woman. Thankfully, 

none of the women seemed angry, and one even laughed and, actually suggested that it might 

be a good idea. At first we were confused, and, you know, horny. Because as cool as all of this 

was, no one had said anything as direct as, “and then I’ll suck your cock”, so, we were all super 

turned on, but also playing this off like it was just a conversation. Because, none of these 

goddesses who were suddenly slumming it by hanging around us could be serious, right?

But, we just kept talking. People were agreeing on costumes, and talking about how they wanted 

to try full body make-up. Character sheets were being drawn up, and one particularly flirty 

woman was talking with one of my buddy’s about she wanted their characters to be ex-lovers; so 

that when he found out she was a whore, he would want to, in her words, “Hate-fuck” her. It was 

crazy! Two hours of planning passed as these beautiful, incredibly sexy women sat with us, 

flirted with us, and talked about role playing with us at the end of the month.

Then, just as we were wrapping up, our idiot/genius friend who started the whole mess took the 

spotlight one last time when his face went from red, panting, and starting to screw up into 

massive confusion so fast that it made everyone around him laugh. Several people stopped their 

conversations to insist that he tell everyone, what was making him, make that face. But then he 

answered by looking over at my Mom and saying, “Wait… Misses (my last name). What are you 

gonna do?”

And, the whole room went still. My own pulse was pounding in my ears, but my face wasn’t the 

only one that was red. See, one of the biggest problems that I had with this question was that 

even I thought my Mom was super-fucking-hot, I was SO very far from the only one. I mean, if I, 

her Son, was in a constant struggle, trying not to fantasize about this wonderfully flirty and sexy 

woman; then my guy friends probably never hesitated.  I had no doubt in my mind that every guy 

there had spent half their lives lusting after my Mom. And now… now they were all holding their 

breath, desperate to hear how she responded.. 

We were all looking at her, waiting for an answer. But she just gave a wicked little smile, and left 

us hanging for a minute. Then, still giving a sinful grin, she shrugged gently and said, “Well 

now… I guess my Son will just have to write me into his backstory, now won’t he?” Then she 

looked at me, and the temperature inside my head jumped another 300 or so degrees when she 

said, “It should be interesting after all. Personally, I just can’t wait to read about how the mighty 

adventurer’s Mother is not only, somehow not a human; but also runs and works in a brothel that 

doubles as a tavern…”

My brain was screaming! Did she just say, runs… and works in… 

Three weeks later, Mom drove me back to that same friend’s house. Just like last time, all my 

friends, 10 guys that I’d known growing up, met us there. Just like last time, almost as many 

beautiful women were also there. But that was where the similarities ended. The women were all 

dressed up like whores, and medieval tavern wenches. More than that, most of them were also 

wearing full body paint, false ears, multiple fake piercings, and anything else that they thought 

would help them look like some kind of fairy tale race. Many of them were legitimately dressed 

like busty, green skinned, goblin-whores. Others were pretending to be dwarves, or duergar, or 

even halflings. But whatever fantasy race their character sheet may have said, we were all still 

looking at a house full of hot, busty, scantily clad MILFS. 

They guys and I were also dressed up, and, despite a massive amount of awkward tension, the 

game actually started pretty normal. We just sort of, set the scene, and started an adventure. 

Just the guys at first, but after about an hour of role play, we stopped for drinks. At that point, we 

helped a couple of the women draw up some regular adventuring characters and set up ways to 

drop them into the game. An hour later, when other women asked to join, we gave the first group 

hilarious deaths or send offs, and made up some new characters. Honestly, it was fucking 

amazing. Like, just that part, was AMAZING.

We were playing the nerdiest game in the world, in the nerdiest possible outfits, but it was like 

we were doing it surrounded by super sexy groupies! The ladies played along, they cuddled up, 

they blew on dice, and they commented and cracked jokes right along with us. We played the 

best fucking game ever! Then, at one point, we had secured a huge haul of treasure, and my 

Mom (who wasn’t playing a character yet), suggested that, “Now that you boys have all that 

money, your characters might want to go into town and”, then she gestured in the air as if jerking 

off two guys as she said, “Blow off some steam.” She grinned, obviously pleased with herself. 

But when she added, “Isn’t that right ladies?” she was met with a room full of affirmative hoots, 

hollers, and hell yeah’s. 

We were nervous, but the guys were quick to agree. So, we set a scene, and then we all walked 

into the kitchen, in character. No more sheets, no more dice, just regular role play. 

In the kitchen, my Mom was in full costume and standing behind a kitchen island that we were 

pretending was a bar. We introduced ourselves, asked about her tavern’s services, and we 

expressed interest when we learned that it was also a whore house. At that, Mom put her hand 

on her hip, shot me a look, and in character said, “As if you didn’t know.” Then she tossed her 

gorgeous hair over one should, advised us to follow her, and led us back to the living room where 

her “working girls” were all spread out and laying in very suggestive and appealing ways.

“Take your pick boys,” Mom said with a smile. Then, in a serious tone she added, “Unless any of 

you have ever wanted to have sex with your friends Mom that is.” At that, she gave my chest a 

backhanded slap, indicating which friend she was talking about, before adding, “But I cost extra, 

of course.” Almost every single one of my dirty, no good, traitorous friends immediately 

volunteered. In reply, Mom smiled, grabbed the hands of my two nearest friends, and shot me a 

wink before leading them out of the room and off to someplace private.

From that point forward, I was a little frozen in place. I mean, it was a strange moment for 

everyone. But, one by one, the guys kind of shook out of it, and did their best to slip into 

character, muster up their courage, and approach one of the MILFs. Slowly, they started to 

mingle, talk, pair off, and break away as one “whore” after another led one of my friends to 

someplace a little more private. A couple of the whores didn’t lead people anywhere, and just 

started stripping “their clients” down where they stood, once a price had been agreed upon.

In the end, I was still just standing there, sort of shocked into stillness after everyone had left or 

started. A couple of the guys had agreed to share one of the tavern wenches, and so there were 

still two girls left even though the guys outnumbered the girls. But I was just, I don’t know, frozen.

At some point, one of the women came up to me and, in character said something like, “Oh, you 

poor dear… you didn’t know this was the tavern your Mom worked in, did you?” And, trying not to 

ruin it for everyone, I did my best to reply in character. I shook my head, and gave what I figured 

would be a decent in character response. Then she took my hand, and said, “Poor kid. Follow 

Me…”

She led me past the kitchen, to a hallway with 4 doors that ended in a dead end. Then she 

walked me to the last door on the right, gently guided me so that I was standing up against the 

door, and asked me to take my cock out. I uh, I was dazed, and I was out of it, but I was still a 

horny, teenaged, male; and I wasn’t about to say no to that! I took my dick out, expecting her to 

either open the door, or hit her knees, but instead she took my face in both hands, and did this 

really weird, awkward thing where she tried to turn my head. But, I didn’t know what I was doing, 

so she was like, squishing my cheeks and stuff. Then, even when I turned my head like she 

wanted, I was still just, in the weirdest position.

I didn’t want to ask, what the fuck are you doing, but I was about to anyways, when she grinned 

up at me with this wicked, self-satisfied smile and said, “Now, listen.” It took my brain a second, 

but I put my ear to the door, like she’d been apparently trying to get me to do, and I listened. It 

didn’t take long at all. 

With my ear to the door, my brain instantly sorted out what I was hearing through it, and separate 

those sounds from the sex sounds that were coming from the rest of the house. I very clearly 

heard the thumping of a mattress frame banging against the wall, and the very loud, very lusty 

moaning of a woman getting fucked. The woman in front of me, still grinning from ear to ear, 

pressed her own ear against the door to join in. I figured that it must be her fetish, and no sooner 

had I had that thought, when I felt her hand wrap itself around my cock and begin stroking as we 

listened in.

But then… then the woman screamed out, “Oh Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Give it to me!” and I 

swallowed, hard. Because, even though I had never heard my Mom say anything like that, in 

anything like that super sexual tone, or ever at the volume; I still 100% recognized my own 

Mother’s voice. We listened in for a solid minute, and then I heard the voice of a guy quietly 

asking something. I heard him call my Mom Misses (our last name) and it seemed like he was 

asking for permission for something. And though I never heard her answer him directly, WHAT 

he had asked her became clear a few moments later.

We were listening at the door when, suddenly, Mom’s voice went from swearing, and grunting, 

and telling her lover harder in 50 different ways, to just muffled moaning! Then the slurping and 

sucking noises started. The blowjob noises were loud, and she was still moaning approvingly as 

the headboard continued to bang against the wall. If anything, it was getting louder and faster.

Beside me, the woman stroking my cock gave a little moan, and pulled down on my shirt so I 

would lean close to her. Then, once she could, she leaned towards my ear and whispered, “Now, 

not only will you be able to tell your friends that you once listened to your Mother, the whore, 

getting double fucked by two of her clients… but you’ll also have at least two friends who can tell 

you, with total honesty, that they once paid your Mom to be their whore, and then they jammed 

their big hard cocks into your Mommy, and rode her from both ends while she moaned, slurped, 

and begged for more as the headboard slammed into the wall!”

The woman who was whispering this ended her little speech by bending down, and taking my 

cock into her mouth.

I hate to admit it, but after that, I didn’t last nearly as long as my friends obviously were, and in no 

time at all she was jerking me hard and fast as I came directly into her mouth. She swallowed 

every drop, pulled me down for one last whisper, and told me that the experience had been 

fucking amazing for her. Then she shot me a wink and headed back towards the living room.

Mom was done soon after, and I ducked into one of the other rooms (Thankfully empty), as I 

waited until I heard two of my best friends leave the room across the hall and make their way 

back to the living room. I gave it another few minutes before I left, but when I opened the door, 

Mom was leaning on the door frame directly across from me, arms folded. She didn’t look mad 

or anything. She looked a little amused, and a little curious. Finally, she snapped her fingers as if 

having a eureka moment, and made a kind of “oh” face, as said the name of the woman who’d 

led me to her door as if it were a question. I nodded yes in reply, and she gave a little laugh 

before saying, “Figures”.

A second later she asked me if I was okay, and I told her yeah. Then she looked down at my 

pants, which had a large wet spot around them from the sloppy but wonderful blowjob I’d gotten 

not 15 minutes prior. At that, Mom smiled big, and, looking up at me she raised her eyebrows 

and commented that it looked like her friend wasn’t the only one who’d enjoyed listening.

She seemed really amused by it all, and not mad at all; but a second after saying it, she got this 

look and, with a Mom-ish tone she asked, “Was she?” in a way that made it very clear I was 

expected to answer. I, really didn’t want to, for obvious reasons. But I could hardly lie, so I went 

ahead and copped to it.

After another moment, Mom asked how long I’d been there. Before I could answer, she asked if 

I’d heard them cum from the double blowjob, of if I’d come in when one of them started fucking 

her for his “round 2”, or if I’d came in closer to the end. And uh, well, at least I felt less bad about 

how long I’d lasted…

I told her that I’d missed that first part, but that I’d heard some of the sex with one of the guys, 

and then, the sex with both of them. I was finding it hard to look at her. And not just because it 

was all very hot, and very embarrassing at the same time, but also because she had a little bit of 

cum in the corner of her mouth, and on her chin. And she had a whole fucking lot of cum on her 

tits. Oh, she was wearing her dress again, but being clothed meant less when she was clothed, 

and also splattered in 4 loads of cum!

She stepped across the hall, reached up, and, taking my chin in her hand, she turned my face 

back to her before asking me again if I was okay. I told her again, that I was, and I mostly meant it 

too. Then she said, “Sweetie, you know what time it is right?” I… at first I didn’t know how to take 

that. Like, was she hungry or something? But then Mom reminded me that there was like 12 

hours of role play time still left and I just, I couldn’t even imagine that.

I think I actually said, “How?” out loud. And Mom smiled at me like I was sweet, but naive. She 

then explained that 10 horny teenage boys fresh outta highschool were not going to have a 

problem with that, and neither were 6 horned-up, nympho’s who thought it would be fun to whore 

themselves out for a day. After I said something brilliant and insightful like, “oh”, Mom finished 

clarifying that, given how many times we all had together, eventually everyone was going to do 

everyone, and in most possible combinations.

“Oh…” I said again.  

Then Mom lowered her voice, like she was whispering something delicate and, stepping in 

closer, she explained to me that, based on how long my friends had been lusting after her as 

they’d grown up, and on the fact that she was the only one they really knew by name, and on the 

fact that she was my Mom, and on the fact that they’d all jumped at the chance to take her hand 

before… “Well,” she warned. “I think the odds are pretty good that a gangbang is going to happen 

today, and that I am going to be at the center of it.”

“Still okay?” she asked gently, seeming to be truly sincere. I told her I was okay, and a second 

later she moved her hand down and bumped into my erection. “Oh!” she gasped. “I see…” Then 

she smirked up at me, and with a satisfied grin she added, “All broken up about it… I can tell.” 

And then, before she walked away, she grabbed the outline of my cock and forced a harsh moan 

through my teeth as, in a very sexual tone of voice, she stated, “I think someone likes the idea of 

his watching his friends making his Mom into their whore for a day, a little more than he wants to 

admit…” Then she released my cock, gave my thigh a pat, and said, “see you around (my 

character’s name).”

And, Mom called it. While everyone paired up with multiple partners, multiple times, she only had 

to walk into a room to have the guys tripping over stuff in a bid to be the next one to be with her. 

After enough time, Mom’s other prediction came true. The main event of the night happened just 

after dinner. A lot of the women had lost their make-up during either fucking or washing, and, little 

by little, they fell out of character, stopped using their fake names, and some of them even 

changed clothes. We ended up having a semi-normal dinner as just, people. It was still amazing. 

We had uh, kind of gotten to know one another, and it was safe to say that the ice breaking part 

of our relationships were over. But as Mom was serving everyone with the help of our hostess, 

one of the women commented on what Mom had said before. She pointed out that she was 

blown away by the fact that, considering Mom’s history with everyone, that all of “the boys” hadn’t 

just ganged up on her from the start. To which, our one, idiot/asshole friend blurted out, “That 

was an option!”

The two guys nearest to him reached over and hit him, but all of the guys were looking at Mom 

questioningly. But, Mom being Mom, she just smiled knowingly and continued to dish out mashed 

potatoes. After letting the tension and silence build for a few moments, she finally looked up and 

answered with, “Boys…” Then she looked over everyone there and, just as sweet and 

conversational as could be, she said, “We all agreed to be your whores for tonight. And if you 

kids want to use that opportunity to fulfill a childhood fantasy, and test the limits of just how far 

you can take your friend's Mother being your whore the for the night, well then… Of course it’s an 

option”. And then, casual as ever, she went right back to serving mashed potatoes.

But, after dinner…

Mom changed out of her make-up and cum stained costume from before, and into the dress that 

she had worn to my graduation a few months earlier. She put on normal make-up, and red 

lipstick, and the heels that she had been wearing the night this crazy plan all started. Then, 

dressed as nothing more than my sexy, swinger Mom, she explained to every guy there that, if it 

was what they really wanted, then they should take advantage of the fact that she was their 

bought and paid for whore for the evening.

Annoyingly, our one asshole friend was the first one to muster up the courage. He walked up 

behind her, grabbed her by the hips, and roughly bent her over right there in the middle of the 

living room. The result was that Mom’s hands hit the table in front of her, and from my seat on 

the couch, I was almost face to face with her, as he ripped her panties off of her. When she did, 

she gave a little moan of approval, and licked her lips in anticipation. I could see clearly that, 

unlike at my graduation, Mom was not wearing a bra under the dress this time.

She followed my line of sight, and smiled up at me when she realized what I was staring at. But 

a split second later her body rocked forward, and she moaned. Then it happened again. Then 

again. Stupidly, I started to say, “what…”, but, mercifully, Mom answered my question before I 

could even finish it. He slammed into her again, and with whimpering yell she cried out, “FUCK!”, 

then she looked into my eyes and moaned out, “Oh god sweetie. Your friend is shoving his cock 

into me! He’s fucking your Mother!”

Up to that moment, I can honestly say, that was probably the hottest moment of my life, and I 

could not begin to tell you why. But that, apparently, did it for way more than just me, and soon all 

my friends were standing, and walking towards her, and trying to find a place to fit. From beside 

her, one friend waggled his dick at her cheek, and she turned her head slightly, and had him step 

forward and push into her mouth so that he was stretching her check from the side. Guys 

started reaching into her dress to grab and squeeze at her tits. One guy helped support her so 

she could stroke his cock, and then several were holding her up as they fucked her from both 

ends while she stroked off a guy on either side of her. At that point, one of her tits had come out 

of her dress and was naked as hands continued to grope, pinch, and play with any part of her 

they could find.

The guy behind her said he was going to cum, and Mom pulled off the dick in front of her long 

enough to tell them that the least messy thing would be for him not to cum on her. When he, 

barely thinking, half yelled out, “What?!”, Mom looked at me, but answered him as she 

commanded, “I said fuck me harder, and blow that hot young load inside me!”, and a moment 

later, he started screaming and doing exactly that.

From there, one of the guys moved to the floor so Mom could sit on him, allowing another guy to 

get behind her and put his dick in her ass. It was slow going at first, and everyone had to give 

them some room. But just as Mom turned towards me to say something, she only got as far as 

“Sweetie, maybe Mommy sh…” when someone stepped up in front of her, grabbed her by the 

hair, and forcibly shoved his dick into her mouth. He had her head in both hands, and he was 

fucking her face as the two guys under her pushed up into her ass and cunt. And Mom? Mom 

was all about it.

She moaned, and slobbered, and gave everyone who very clearly wanted it as much eye contact 

as they could handle. When her mouth was free, which wasn’t too often, the things she said to 

them the most were always either, “Harder!” or “More!”. She literally begged them to treat her like 

a whore, and to call her a whore, and she only seemed to pause to look at me long enough for 

her to tell me how much she was loving being their whore!

They came in her pussy, and in her ass, and down her throat. But there wasn’t always room, or 

time, or consideration. So about 30 minutes in the first load hit her face, and a few seconds after 

that the 2nd one, and then the third. Soon guys were begging for her to finish them with a tit fuck 

and let them cum her practically famous tits.

Her dress got inconvenient, and it ended up being torn off of her in stages. Until, about an hour 

and 20 minutes into it, everyone had cum once, and several guys had cum two or three times! 

Then, in the first real moment of respite, Mom walked up to me on wobbly legs. She was 

laughing, and smiling. Giddy, and high on lust and orgasms. Her dress clung to her in tatters 

here and there, but it no longer covered anything. Her face, her hair, her tits, and her body in 

general absolutely dripped with cum. 

I was still sitting on the couch, in my original spot. Then she came closer, and leaned forward so 

she could tell me something. Her voice was low, and a little hoarse from all the screaming, but 

her tone was still sexual as fuck. She leaned in close and said, “Oh my good sweetie. I LOVED 

that. And… as crazy as it sounds, I’m pretty sure this went way past role play. I think you actually 

whored your Mother out to your friends tonight… Which would explain the fact that, they just 

GANGBANGED your Mommy!” And no sooner had the words left her lips, then she dipped her 

head forward, and pushed my cock into her warm, wet, and eager mouth! Mom moaned loudly, 

and began to greedily bob and down on, and suck my cock. And just when I thought it couldn’t 

get any more intense, I felt her face bump into my pelvis a little too hard, and I looked up to find 

that one of my friends had started fucking her while my cock was still in her mouth.

He bounced my Mother’s body back and forth between us as she moaned, and cried out, and 

pushed back on him. So that, first they gangbanged my Mommy… and then? Then I joined them.

Unlike my first experience with Mom (listening outside the door), this time I lasted a little longer. 

But, there had been a fuck-ton of teasing beforehand, and it was incredibly intense. So, 

eventually, I HAD to cum. The whole situation was so insanely hot, and just before I could cum, I 

actually said out loud, “Holy shit Mom! I can feel my Cock inside of you!” And the moment I said 

it, Mom gripped the couch for all she was worth and began screaming around a mouth full of my 

dick as she had an obvious and powerful orgasm. That sent my friend over the edge who yelled 

about how he was cumming in my Mother’s pussy, and I was at the edge before all that shit 

started, so I joined them and ended up grabbing my Mom’s head with both hands as I fucked her 

face and came down her throat!

Needless to say, the night was, to put it mildly, memorable. We went on for a few more hours, 

but Mom washed up and disappeared for most of the rest of the night. I don’t know if she needed 

a break, or was trying to give her friends “a turn”; but either way, the next time I saw her it was 

because she came downstairs in a borrowed outfit to drive us home.

For about a week after that, Mom and I played it cool. We just acted normal, and sort of 

pretended like nothing happened. Then, out of nowhere, she just walked in on my showering one 

day. It surprised the crap out of me, but she was cool as ever about it. She smiled and, looking at 

the erection I was sporting, she asked me if I would like some help “soaping that up”. From then 

on, for several months at least, Mom was kind of my secret lover. She would randomly take me 

aside for a handjob or a blowjob every now and then, until, finally, one night she snuck into my 

room after Dad was asleep and rode me while she covered her mouth and tried not to be too 

loud.

After several months, it was time for me to go to college though. Almost all of my friends that 

were going away had gone by then. When it was time for me to leave, Mom and Dad said their 

goodbyes; and before I left for good, Mom said she wanted to talk to me a second. Dad nodded, 

and went back inside to give us a moment alone.

Full disclosure, I would have missed my Mom like crazy if she hadn’t become my lover; but now? 

Fuck…

I figured she wanted to give me a “real kiss” before I left, but she didn’t end up doing anything 

physical with me. She just took me aside, and started giving me tips about college. How to 

spend money, how to balance school and life; that kind of thing. Then, just before I turned to go, 

she said, “Oh, and one more thing sweetie…” Then she got that look that, since I’d learned, 

always seemed to get me hard instantly. It was a wicked little smile, conveying joy that stemmed 

from inappropriate thoughts, and a very dirty mind. With that smile, she said, “I think that, while 

you are away at college, a nice way for you to meet some new friends might be to find a 

table-top-gaming group.” Then her grin deepened, and she added, “preferably a very big one.”

Mom then went on to say that I should get familiar with them, make a big group of college guy 

friends, and then bring them back to our house on days when she was home to introduce them 

to her, and have her host the games. She suggested that she could be fun, and flirty, and 

perhaps dress just a little too provocatively as the normalized the idea that she was my Mom, 

and got them used to her in that oh-so-sacred-role. “Then,” she continued, my body flush with 

heat as I sensed where she was going long before she got there. “…you could tell them about 

what happened that one time when you and your friend’s role played with Mommy’s swinger 

friends, and things got out of hand. I mean, after hearing a story like that, they might even beg 

you to try to set something like that up for them…”

Then Mom stepped in close, and pulled me down so she could whisper in my ear. Her tone 

dripped with sin and sexual promise as she said, “But sweetie… the next time you decide to get 

10 friends together, and gangbang your Mommy, I expect you to be the one who steps up, bends 

me over, shoves your cock into your Mother’s pussy, and makes sure your buddies treat me like 

the WHORE that I am; and that I SO enjoyed being for you boys the last time…”

Then, with me practically hyperventilating, burning up, and dripping cum into my jeans from a 

massive erection; Mom gave me a peck on the cheek and asked, “Okay?” But she didn’t wait for 

an answer. She just smiled knowingly, and walked back into the house. Knowing full well that I 

watched her ass swaying under her little skirt, every step of the way.