WHORE DASH & SMASH

 

WHORE DASH & SMASH

The women were dressed in slutty, but recognizable costumes or make-up for various 

characters that had appeared in Smash brothers, a video game that my friends and I had been 

playing in one form or another for most of our lives. But I’m a little ahead of myself, let me 

backup for a second.

You see, we’d graduated high-school a few months ago, and were all getting ready to head off 

to college. It was at this point that a buddy of mine pointed out that he knew of a whore house 

that actually did their own little version of “right to your door” service. He’d taken to calling it 

“whore dash”, and we were all immature enough to go right along with him. Anyway… he’d 

suggested that we save up for a couple of months, pool our cash, and hire a bunch of call-girls 

to dress up as video game characters and we would all go out with bang at what would probably 

be our very last party together. 

It was honestly crazy-exciting. Like, I’d had sex before, but there was a difference between 

getting lucky with a girl, and having a 7 professional MILF’s dressing up in character and 

catering to your every whim in an all day sexathon/gangbang. But when the big day finally 

came, and the girls all arrived at my buddies house and were getting ready in his Mom’s office 

(his parents were scheduled to be out of town) while we all waited upstairs, I made the mistake 

of looking out the window and seeing the cars of the women who’d come to “service” us… and I 

immediately had a panic attack. 

Sitting in my best friend's driveway was a car that, although I couldn’t see it, had a bumper 

sticker on the back that boasted about how it’s owner’s kids were graduates of my highschool. I 

knew this, because it was my Mom’s car, and I sure as shit hadn’t been the one to drive it there!

I made an excuse about the bathroom or something, I don’t even remember, but I managed to 

slip away from the guys so I could sneak downstairs and see who was there. I didn’t even know 

what I was hoping for. I mean, I obviously didn’t want my Mom to be a call girl who my buddies 

were about to fuck! But at the same time, how many other options were there? My big sister 

sometimes used Mom’s car if her’s was blocked in. My Aunt would borrow it sometimes just 

because Mom was always doing the same to her, so, it could have been my Aunt or my Big 

Sister I guess… But were those even better?!?

This house was my best friend's house, and I knew it pretty well. So, though none of his other 

friends were aware of it, his Mom’s office actually had a kind of secret side entrance; and I 

managed to slip quietly into it without being seen. The sight that greeted me when I crept in 

though… well, it was shocking, and arousing, and horrible, and fucking awsome all at the same 

time. 

Gathered around a glass meeting table were 7 absolutely gorgeous women, each of them 

dressed up as slutty video game characters. From queens, to bad-asses, to princesses waiting 

to be deflowered, it was one hell of a sight! Long legs, stockings, garters, big tits, long hair, short 

hair, sensual smiles that were painted a half-dozen different shades of sexy, and every last one 

of them a professional whore and true master of the “come hither” gaze. But that last part was 

as much a curse as a blessing. Because they WERE professionals. 

At my buddy’s insistence, I’d looked into the company that sent them, and I was damn certain 

that each and every one of them had at least 2 years of experience before they could do 

something like this. Add to that that all but 1 of them was an obvious MILF, and it only made it 

that much more likely that they’d been at it even longer. These were women with tons of 

experience and skill when it came to making men orgasm. 

Yet, there, standing at their center and going over “the plan” for the evening in a calm, 

commanding tone; was my Mother. But wait, because it got worse. If seeing my own Mother, her 

massive tits on glorious display as she calmly talked about “sucking off the teenagers”, and 

“making sure the boys all have a good time” wasn’t mortifying enough; my Big Sister AND my 

Aunt made up two of the other 6 women. About half of the women that every guy I knew (and 

we definitely outnumbered them) was about to start fucking, were related to me. 

It was an absolute nightmare… but god damn it looked good while it was at it. I mean, I hadn’t 

wanted to think of my Sister, Mom, or Aunt that way… but fuck! They looked hot as hell! 

Some of the girls were actively taking notes on how best to get us off as my Mom spoke, but 

around the time that she started saying, “Of course, we know what they are really after, and 

what the main event will be. So you’ll only be staying in character as your video game 

personalities for the first hour or so, at MOST…”-

That… was when I noticed my sister was looking right at me. At first I just gulped and stared 

back. God damn, had she always looked that sexy?!? But as I was staring at her, and she was 

staring at me while Mom kept talking about sex with my freinds, I must have lost track of what 

was happening. Because next thing I know I see my Aunt is smirking at me too; and of course, 

from there it just sort of moved from person to person as they noticed someone looking away, 

looked at what they were looking at, and then the whole thing repeated again. I went from “Oh 

no, my Sister spotted me!” to realizing that all 7 women were staring at me in silence in WAY too 

short a time. 

There was a very long, very awkward (for me) pause, where they were all grinning in my 

general direction and I was left squirming and with nowhere reasonable to hide. Then Mom put 

a hand on the table and leaned towards me with a smirk as she said, “Is there something we 

can help you with there slugger?”, then she pointedly glanced down at an erection I didn’t even 

realize I’d been sporting. Fuck!

I started to stammer and attempt speech. I think I managed to convey something about not 

knowing that it would be her… and my Sister… and my Aunt. I started to ask how we were 

going to get them out of this, and that was when they all kind of laughed together. I uh, wasn’t 

getting the joke. Then Mom asked me if I’d noticed anyone else from the group that I 

recognized. I tried looking them over, but I think I mostly saw amazing asses and big tits. I was 

having a hard time focusing on faces for some reason. I eventually looked back to my Mother 

who was raising an eyebrow at me with an amused smile on her face. “Princess Daisy sweetie. 

Look closely.” 

I did as my Mom asked, but it still took at least a full minute before I clicked. She was wearing a 

wig but, it was my friend's Mom! As in, this was her office! Her fucking house!!! I looked back at 

my Mom with my jaw half on the floor, and once again, the girls all laughed at my reaction. 

“Now, think it through…” she encouraged. 

I tried, but I’m guessing it was taking me too long, because Mom cut me off with a wave of her 

hand, and casually explained to me that my swinger parents were not the only swingers in town, 

and my whore Mom and Aunt, were not the only whores in town. So when my best friend found 

out his Mom worked as an escort, he’d pressed her for details on who else did, and that was 

what had REALLY led to all of this. 

I still looked confused, I was sure. But Mom’s tone was patient, and gentle. I got the impression 

that I was being regarded as “cute” for not getting “it” by the women who were present. Mom 

then explained that my friend had taken advantage of his family discount to sleep with every 

woman in that room at LEAST once. And when he’d talked about his fantasies, they’d cooked 

up a little plan with him to make them happen. 

Mom explained that the video game thing was basically a ruse, and it wouldn’t take any of my 

buddies long to realize who she, my Aunt, and Sister were, and it also wouldn’t take them long 

to see through the wig and make-up of my friend’s Mom either. “At that point…” Mom explained, 

nothing would get interrupted, the fantasies would just change. 

I must have looked like I doubted her for a second, and Mom grinned widely again and said, 

“Really? Okay then, which of your friends do you think would turn down a blowjob from your 

Aunt or I just because I’m your Mom?” She had a point, but she drove it home harder than she 

needed to. “None of them would kiddo. Because it’s not going to turn them off when they realize 

that they can gangbang your Sister or I, it’s only going to turn them on MORE.”

And, yeah. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that there was no way she was 

wrong. Mom kept explaining, but she didn’t need to anymore. I got it now.  

My buddy WANTED us to have sex with his Mom. He wanted to have sex with my Mom, and my 

other family members, and he wanted to see them “doing what they did best” in a room 

crammed full of horney teenaged men. And he was 100% going to get what he wanted too. 

Because Mom was right as well. Once they put themselves on the menu, I didn’t have a friend 

who was loyal enough to turn down my super hot, big titted Mother offering up her body to them. 

There was no fucking way. 

I think I looked dejected more than I looked turned on, and Mom gave me a look that only 

Mother’s give. On anyone else it would have been “pitying”, but from her it was “caring” and 

“concerned”. She told me to come sit with them while they finished planning, and my Sister 

pulled up a chair right beside her. I wasn’t sure how that was going to be better, but I didn’t want 

to go back to the guys knowing what was coming either. So I sat beside my sister as Mom 

talked about how, obviously, the women that the boys knew were going to get a ton of “attention” 

once their clients realized that was okay, and how everyone should be prepared to drop the 

video-game-girl act and start playing “Mommy”, “Naughty Aunt’, or “Horned up teacher” at a 

moments notice, since that, the familiarity angle, was going to be the real draw of the evening. 

As our Mom was talking, my Sister put her hand in my lap, slid it up my thigh and grabbed the 

outline of my cock through my pants forcing a gasp of pleasure from my lips. The interruption 

only made Mom smile. Then she made a suggestion. “Sweetie, I know this is unexpected for 

you, but if I could offer some advice?” I nodded, half desperate for anything that would help, and 

half lost in the through-my-clothes handjob that my hot, slutty, Sister was giving me, as Mom 

tried to talk. “Act like it isn’t” Mom said simply. I tried to vocalize something like, “what?” and, 

thankfully, Mom got what I was going for. “Your friend wants to see his Mommy getting triple 

penetrated by a large group of his friends. He knows his Mom is a whore, he is into it, and he is 

anxious to share how much he likes that fact with his buddies. So…” Mom continued. “You can 

act like this is a shock and you don’t like it, which is definitely going to make things worse… Or, 

you could act like you knew about this too, and you are just the world class hero who signed his 

own Mom, Aunt, and Sister up to make themselves whore’s for his friends, to use as they saw 

fit. Now., which of those things do you think is going to go over better for you?” 

She was right, and I nodded, but my cock was getting stroked faster and faster by my Sister, 

and focusing was getting more difficult by the second. My Mom laughed and chided my Sister 

with just her first name, followed by the word “behave”. At that, she stopped stroking, but kept 

her hand where it was, and shot me the occasional wink as the “pre-game meeting” continued. 

I sat through the whole thing, and when they were ready, they sent my friend's Mother, the lady 

of the house, up to get the guys and invite them all down for the evening's “festivities”. 

I ended up taking Mom’s advice, and acting like I’d known what was going to happen, and I was 

cool with it. Which was the right call because no one fucking hesitated, not even for a second. 

The moment touching was okay, they touched. The moment the first person used tongue, 

everyone did. The first time nudity came up, clothes got ripped off or pulled aside across the 

board. There was this brief moment of “permission” at each stage, but once a line was crossed, 

everyone just assumed it was okay to keep crossing it. So, you can imagine my horror the first 

time one of our buddy’s looked over at my best friend and told him straight to his face how much 

he was enjoying fucking his whore Mother; and she responded by moaning louder… 

I watched my Aunt getting her hair pulled as she was taken from behind and screamed for it to 

be harder. I watched my Sister on her knees as she looked up at three of my buddies and asked 

them how long they’d been wanting to cum on her face. And I watched my Mom lead the whole 

show as Mistress of the evening and everyone's favorite whore. 

But for reasons I didn’t understand, it wasn’t enough for guys to fuck my Mom, they wanted to 

tell me how good she felt, and what a dirty slut she was; and they wanted her to tell me too. On 

top of that, for reasons I also didn’t understand… I liked it. I liked it when she told me, “Oh god 

sweetie. Your friend's cock is pushing into your Mother’s pussy and it’s spreading me open so 

good!” I liked it when she asked me if I wanted to see another friend shove his cock in my 

Mother’s mouth, and watch “two of my little highschool buddies treat your Mommy like the 

whore she is!?” I liked it when the guy in front of her pulled out and came on her face and tits, 

and I liked it when the guy behind her didn’t pull out and she told me exactly what was 

happening in that moment too. 

I didn’t start that day with a fetish for watching my own family members get fucked. I really 

didn’t, but I sure as shit ended the day that way! At one point or another, at least 6 guys 

gangbanged my Mom, then my Sister, then my Aunt. It was rough, and sweaty, and dirty as hell; 

but god damn it was the hottest shit I’d ever seen in my life. Whenever one of them would 

search the room for me, and then, having found me, look me right in the eye as something 

obscene was being done to them… Fuck. It was just hot, I can’t explain why!

When the day was over, part of me was really glad that all these guys were going off to college 

and I’d never see some of them again. But that small reprieve was shattered the next day when 

I woke up to all three women in my room, dressed like street walkers, and sharing my cock in a 

sloppy, 3-way blowjob. Each of them said that they’d thought “the incest thing” was hot as hell, 

and told me they wanted more. Which, yeah, I was fucking fine with! But over the next few 

weeks, I began to understand just how much my life had changed. 

It started when my Mom walked up to me one Friday night, wearing fishnets, a black skirt, and a 

leather jacket that was zipped just enough to keep her nipples from sight. She kissed me on the 

mouth, ran her hand down my inner thigh, and then purred into my ear, “Mommy’s going to work 

now sweetie. I have to make a house call at a private biker bar… don’t wait up.” Then she 

kissed me again, and shot me a wink as she walked out the door to DEFINITELY get group 

fucked again! My Sister and Aunt repeated the same little show at various points as the days 

went by, and when I finally packed for college and they all came out to see me off, Mom leaned 

in the driver's side window and slipped me a business card. Then she told me that she wanted 

me to know that she was my Mother, that she loved me, and that I could “call Mommy for 

Anything.”

Which, yeah… why even say that?

But then her hand slipped into the front of my pants and she grasped my cock drawing a gasp 

from me before she continued. “Of course,” she added wickedly. “I’m also your favorite whore, 

from your favorite whore house. So if you make some new college friends, and want to make a 

good impression. You be sure to call the number on that card, so you can rent your slutty family 

members out to your new friends, and watch us all get gangbanged again.” Then she poured 

her tongue into my mouth in what felt like the most passionate kiss of my entire life, before 

giving me a quick wink, and, back to her sweet “Mom voice”, she chimed, “Love you sweetie”, 

and just like that; I was off to college with a bang!

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