MASKED BAND

 

MASKED BAND

When I was a lot younger, my Mom, my two Aunts, and their childhood friend, all started a band 

together. Now, all of these women were beautiful, but, since they all had young kids, they didn’t

want to be too famous.  So, my Mom, my Aunts, and a woman who wasn’t my Aunt, but was so 

close to my Mom that I grew up calling her “Aunty” anyways, all decided that masks and 

costumes would be the way to go. 

They threw together some costumes with masks, other face coverings, ears, tails, and various, 

if random, outrageous outfits that they would wear when they were onstage. The gimmick was 

simple, on stage they had wild personalities, sexy outfits, and hidden identities. Offstage, they 

just went back to being the neighborhood Moms. 

Now, they took this seriously. Like, really. To the extent that, for most of my childhood, when Dad 

would take me to one of their concerts, I had no idea that I was watching my Mom up on the 

stage. The persona’s that they played were very different from the people they presented to the 

world when they were not in costume, and so, throw in a wig, a face mask, and an outfit that 

definitely didn’t communicate “PTA Mom”, and it was easy to see how the whole thing worked so 

well. 

Unfortunately, they were a huge hit, if only locally. Their posters were on walls all over the cities 

where I grew up, and I knew which friends obsessed over which band member. Not gonna lie, I 

was secretly jerking off to them before I figured out who they really were. But, when I did, rather 

than admit it, I just played it off like I still didn’t know. It seemed less embarrassing for me, who 

had jerked off to their posters more times than I cared to admit, and it seemed like something 

that they all wanted. So, easy decision, right? 

Yeah, about that… 

I was about 16 or 17 the first time I heard stories about things happening backstage. Now, at 

first, I dismissed it as guys being guys. Which is to say, lying assholes when it comes to sex. 

But, I learned later that year that Dad and Mom were, and always had been swingers. As I dug 

a little deeper, I found out that my Aunts were in the same kinky lifestyles, and “played” in the 

same communities. So, while they kept their “band identities” out of even that, it seemed like 

less and less of a stretch that these stories might be real. Then, one day, when I was 18, I 

witnessed it…

It was an accident, the first time at least. My parents had sold me a line about us having tickets 

to all the concerts and backstage passes and such because they were huge fans of the band 

and so they bought all the VIP access they could. I didn’t mind the white lie, especially when 

those tickets came with free food, lots of little luxuries, and, no lie, the band was almost as good 

as it was sexy; and that was saying a lot!

So, one day I was hanging out backstage, eating free food, drinking free drinks, and staying out 

of peoples line of sight so I wouldn’t draw too much attention. After all, part of pretending that I 

didn’t know that truth was not walking around like I was the Son or Nephew of the whole band. 

So, when the girls came backstage, I stayed out of sight. But, before I could slip out, I heard 

them talking about how a group of local college guys had been waving around a bunch of cash 

and begging to meet the band in person. My Aunt’s, who’d I’d realized once puberty hit, never 

missed an opportunity to flirt, of course, all started asking if the guys were handsome, or single, 

or fit, etc… 

So, remembering the rumors I’d been hearing, I stuck around, put on a cap, and made like a 

random crew member as I tried to stay out of sight and mostly just listen to what they were 

saying or doing so I wouldn’t risk being seen. That said, 40 minutes later when the moaning 

started, I definitely snuck a peak. 

My Mom and one of my Aunt’s were both on their hands and knees, facing the doorway as they 

very loudly got taken from behind from guys who couldn’t have more than a year or two older 

than me. I probably stared a little longer than I should have, but thankfully, even when they both 

lifted their heads and looked up, they were too distracted by hard sex, a crowded room, and 

loud music to notice some random stage hand watching from the doorway. 

Crazy thing was, I wasn’t the only person watching! A couple of random stage hands, a woman I 

knew was their manager, and one of the kids manning a food table were all just kind of milling 

around, trying to look busy while blatantly watching the show. It went on for about two hours, 

and, keeping my head down, I blended right in. I actually stood there and watched the whole 

time as they changed positions and partners over and over again.

When it was all done, I slipped out before I got noticed, but I heard Mom and my Aunt’s thanking 

their “fans” for popping by. Telling them to be good boys, and study hard in school; and, before I 

left, I even heard a few them gushing about how they couldn't’ wait to tell their husbands how 

the night had ended and how they were going to love it.  

It was almost more than I could process. But, by the end of that night, my policy of no longer 

jerking off to the band members just because they included my Mom and her Sister’s was a 

thing of the past. I’d never seen or heard anything like that outside of porn, and all I could think 

about was how badly I wanted to see more!

Needless to say, going to Mom’s concerts became a regular thing for me. It didn’t happen 

EVERY time, but fuck did it happen often. Honestly, it was at least every other concert, and 

sometimes more. And when I thought about it, I realized that this was on top of the stuff that 

they got up to as swingers, just as their regular selves! 

Because the risk of illness posed a threat to their income, it was normal for all stagehands and 

other crew to wear face masks while working, so that gave me a pretty permanent disguise of 

my own. But even after weeks of secretly watching my Mom and Aunt’s have random orgies 

with whatever fans struck their fancy, or their security guards (that happened twice while I was 

there), it still never occurred to me that stage hands would be included in the people they slept 

with. 

Until the day I was holding the door open for my costumed family member’s, and one of my 

Aunt’s gave me a very inappropriate wink as she walked in. Then, pausing and letting the rest of 

the band walk past her, she backed up towards me until her ass was almost pressed into the 

front of me, and, casual as can be, she asked, “Hey ladies? How long has it been since we...” 

then she reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants, giving the outline of my 

hard-on a squeeze before running her hand down it in a stroking motion and finishing her 

sentence, “...properly thanked our crew?” 

That seemed to perk everyone up immediately, and Mom and my other Aunt’s started grinning, 

and talking about how much they appreciated the work their crew did for them. Everyone was 

obviously very in favor of this idea; except me! I was already secretly beating myself up over 

how sketchy it was that I’d been watching them have sex for months now without telling anyone 

the truth. But now my REAL Aunt was hitting her knees in front of me! 

She was still in costume,  wearing a blonde wig, fox ears, and a tail that I’d recently learned 

plugged into a place none of her fans suspected, But before I could think of anything to say, or 

blurt out something dumb but honest like, “Wait, Auntie, it’s me!” She’d already wrapped her 

lovely lips around the head of my cock and had begun to moan as she licked and sucked her 

way up and down my shaft. 

I’d seen this, but I’d never been a part of it before. Not like this. It all happened so fast! One 

minute I was holding doors and refilling waters as I did my best to go unnoticed, and the next I 

was part of an orgy involving my Mother, both of my Aunt’s, their best friend, and a dozen 

roadies!

I tried, a couple of times to try to think of a way out of my situation, but saying “I demand you 

stop sucking my cock you gorgeous MILF” just didn’t seem like something I could believably pull 

off without drawing ALL of the attention my way. As it stood, this was both exactly the same as 

all the times I’d seen, and nothing like it at all. There was a massive fucking difference between 

hanging out in the furthest corner of a massive room as people had sex, and being sat on a 

couch so that your Aunt could suck and slurp on your cock as you watched two guys double 

teaming your own beautiful Mom so close they were rocking the couch you were seated on. 

It was SO intense.  But just as I was trying desperately not to look over at my Mother’s gorgeous 

body getting double fucked, my Aunt saw me looking, and, far from jealous, just declared that 

she’d found out which band member I had the biggest crush on. Then she used Mom’s stage 

name as she told her, “get in here!” and next thing I knew, my Mom was being repositioned so 

that she could lean over and lick my balls while my Aunt sucked on the tip!

It was WAY too much looking down at them as they looked back up at me, all smiles and lust, 

and I closed my eyes and looked away. But my Aunt only took that as a challenge, and a few 

seconds later, they both pulled away. I hadn’t cum yet, but, hoping they’d gotten distracted, I 

wanted to try to slip out. No such luck, I opened my eyes to my Aunt standing up in front of me, 

and offering me a hand up. But when I took it, she quickly led me to a different couch, and laid 

me down on it. I was a little nervous about what she was going to do next, when she stepped 

aside, and my Mother winked at me a split second before she climbed on top of me, setting us 

both up in a 69 position. 

Once again I felt a set of full, warm lips wrap themselves gently around the head of my cock, 

and a sultry moan sent subtle vibrations tingling down the length of my hard on as those lips 

descended and my cock was swallowed up into the mouth and throat of a beautiful woman. But 

this time I knew for a fact that those lips were my own Mom’s! Worse, my Aunt was taking my 

“shyness” as a personal challenge and she was clearly delighted by it. She’d driven the two 

guys Mom was already with away, and she was now entirely focused on making sure that I 

came inside my Mother. After a few heavenly, if forbidden minutes of Mom’s slow and perfect 

blowjob taking me through pleasures I didn’t even know were possible, my Aunt’s voice cut in 

that she was taking too long. 

Then I saw my Aunt’s face peaking at me from over Mom’s ass, and she said, “Don’t worry 

kiddo, I’ll set her straight.” Then with the good humor in her voice that I’d heard her and Mom 

share for, literally my whole life, my Aunt scolded my Mom, saying, “You're being a 

disappointment to your fans,” she said it with a laugh. Then she grabbed my hands, moved 

them to the back of my Mother’s head, and began to use my hands to force Mom’s head down, 

and make her throat my cock. 

My Aunt kept at it for a minute or two, insisting that I not let up. Then she turned the tables 

rather abruptly when Mom waggled her ass in the air, and turning in such a way that my Aunt 

and I could see my cock stretching out the side of my Mother’s cheek obscenely. Mom then took 

my cock out of her mouth with a noisy, messy, pop. Pouted pointedly at my Aunt, and wiggled 

her ass again. I had no idea what was happening. I couldn’t have mustered two brain cells if my 

life had depended on it. But my Aunt caught on immediately, and told me that I was missing the 

best part. Then she reached over and tore a small hole in my Mother’s pants into a very large 

hole. 

She looked at me and waited a second. Then she looked like she’d realized something, and 

said, “Oh I see the problem! You can take this off sweetie. I think we’re a little past that point 

don’t you.” And, with a huge smile still on her face, she reached down and pulled my mask off 

before I’d realized what she was talking about, or what she’d been about to do. 

My Aunt’s face went from flirty and fun, to pure shock in an instant, and she gasped so loudly 

that it was quickly followed by 2 other gasps as the rest of the band glanced our way and froze 

in shock. After a few seconds of stunned silence, Mom stopped bobbing her head on my cock 

and looked back to see what all the fuss was about. At which point she blurted out “Oh my 

god!”, and scrambled to her feet to stand beside my Aunt. 

None of the guys knew what was going on. And I had been stunned since the moment this all 

started, so I probably looked somewhere between shocked, confused, and whatever face 

someone makes when they’ve recently been given incredible oral sex by two sex goddesses. 

There was a brief moment where all 4 women just stared in stunned silence. Then my Mom hit 

my Aunt on the arm, and tried to recover with, “Wow… you’re… you’re so handsome!” 

My Aunt gave my Mom a shocked look, but Mom just gave her raised eyebrows and a knowing 

stare, and then, some unspoken thing clicked and all the women went back to pretending this 

was normal. At first, I had no idea what was going on. Why weren’t they killing me?!? But, after 

my Mom and my closest Aunt continued to try to play it off like they’d been surprised by “how 

handsome” I was, I realized the truth. They thought that their identities were a secret! They were 

still in full costume, wearing wigs, make-up, and calling each-other fake names! They never 

knew that I knew, so from their perspective, their best play was still “keeping their secret”. 

My Mom seemed pretty unsure with how to continue, but she’d obviously convinced the rest of 

the band that the play was to pretend that they didn’t recognize me. Then, something wicked 

flashed across my Aunt’s eyes. She grabbed my Mom by the waist and pulled her in front of her. 

Mom looked at her, trying to stay “in the mood” but also struggling a bit with confusion now.

“Be honest… She’s your favorite, isn’t she?” My Aunt asked me, running a hand down the front 

of Mom’s body. I was, just about as trapped in the situation as anyone had ever been trapped in 

any situation ever. So, seeing no options, I finally gave in, decided, “fuck it”, and with a shrug, I 

admitted the truth. “Yeah”. 

At that, my Aunt whispered something into Mom’s ear, and she physically reacted. A shudder of 

pleasure went through her, and some of that confused tension seemed to disappear. Then my 

Aunt continued, “I bet you’ve got a picture of us in your bedroom, don’t you kiddo?” I nodded. 

Then my Aunt seized Mom’s tits, and made her moan and close her eyes as she began to play 

with her nipples in front of me. “Then, no doubt, a young man your age, you’ve masturbated, 

thinking about this little slut, haven’t you?” I had, then I’d stopped, then I’d started again 

hardcore. But out loud I just said, “Oh yes.” 

Once again, Mom shuddered and moaned, and this time I realized that it was the thought of me 

masturbating to her that had done it. She was looking at me now, biting her lower lip, and gazing 

at me with what looked an awful lot like real lust! And… that did things for me too. “I just bet that 

tonight came as quite the shock to you. But there are worse fates than finding out the slut of 

your dreams is just as slutty as you imagined, and getting to feel her mouth bobbing on your 

cock, huh?” I gulped, but nodded. Again, my Aunt whispered something into Mom’s ear, and 

again, Mom squirmed and shuddered. But this time she said weakly, “No… we couldn’t…” 

But my Aunt wasn’t having it, and a moment later, she bent Mom over roughly, and made her 

give a shocked little squeak. But as Mom fell, she landed on me, and as she lifted her torso up 

by bracing her hands on the couch, she turned to look at me from the side and ended up 

brushing my cock with her cheek as she did. That made me moan, and then she moaned, and 

then she licked her lips and I moaned all over again. My Aunt was blatantly loving the whole 

show, and was now actively touching herself as she asked me, “Want to see your favorite band 

member be a little whore for a room full of horny young fans?” 

And, god help me. I couldn’t help myself. I knew what she was getting at, and I still nodded, and 

said yes. My Aunt called to a few of the guys in the room then, and a moment later Mom gasped 

again, but obediently spread her legs when told to. She never stopped looking at me from the 

other side of my cock. And so I was looking her in the eyes when she suddenly cried out, and 

announced to me she could feel a cock spreading her open. My Aunt directed the guy behind her 

to fuck her hard and fast while her tits rested on the tops of my thighs, and her breath 

teased my cock. 

He pounded her for a solid five minutes before announcing that he was going to cum soon, and 

when he did, Mom once again looked right at me. Then with another moan, she told him to do it, 

adding, “Blow your load inside of me!” He doubled down and did exactly as she said as I bit my 

tongue, did math, and struggled not to cum. She hadn’t even touched my dick. She was just 

getting taken on top of me and giving me filthy eye contact the whole time. 

Then my Aunt grabbed a fistful of her hair, made sure she was looking at me again, and said, 

“Now tell the young man what his favorite slutty band member wants.” And, panting, Mom 

looked at my Aunt for only a moment before looking back to me and, with a moan, she 

answered, “More!” 

There was no hesitation, and if I’d been thinking, I’d have realized that my Aunt must have set 

things up before asking for Mom’s answer. Because before Mom was even done moaning out 

the word “more”, another cock slammed into her, and she was getting fucked all over again. 

Again, it was several minutes of her getting fucking slammed. But this time, before the guy could 

cry out that he wasn’t going to last much longer. My Aunt whispered in my ear, “I think that our 

little whore would look so much better with your cum all over her tits, don’t you?” Then, without 

waiting for my answer, my Aunt reached down and began to jerk me off hard and fast onto my 

Mom’s body. Mom was right on top of me and the head of my cock was often in her cleavage as 

she cried out and screamed to be fucked harder. 

I came HARD. I blew what looked like 6 or 7 loads all over my Mom’s chest, and while my Aunt 

stroked more and more cum out of me, she fingered herself furiously with her other hand until 

she was pressing her mouth into mine as she began screaming out her own orgasm. Even after 

I’d cum, the guy fucking Mom wasn’t exactly about to stop, but when she looked back at him 

with a huge strand of my cum hanging off of her chin, he didn’t last. 

We all just kind of rested there for a minute, in a post orgasmic glow as we caught our breath. 

But then a guy asked Mom something I couldn’t hear, and she shot me another wink before 

taking his hand and letting him lead her over to where some of his buddies were standing. A few 

moments after that my Aunt gave my forehead a kiss, also graced me with a sexy wink, and 

went over to tease one of her other Sisters. 

After that, I was able to slip away. Though the “party” was nowhere near over. I knew that they 

would go at it for hours, and that every guy there would cum multiple times before it was done. 

But I needed to breathe or I was going to pass out. So I excused myself, stole my clothes back 

from the floor, and made my way to the band's showering area where I could get some cold 

water, get cleaned, and collect my thoughts. 

I didn’t do great in that last dept. But I did manage to get physically clean at least. When I was 

dressed again, I tried to make my way out of the building, and back to my car, but Mom 

ambushed me in the hall, and, with a tilt of her head, she asked me if I would follow her for a 

minute. 

It was an oddly quiet, oddly peaceful stroll. The concert was long since over, the place was 

mostly abandoned, and we were in parts of the stadium that were mostly shut down by this time 

of night. After a few minutes, Mom slipped into a side room, and motioned for me to follow her. 

Once inside, I realized we were in one of the sound studios that my youngest Aunt used to mix 

live recordings in order to sell the tracks locally. Mom closed the door behind us, scooted up 

onto a stool, and told me, “I wanted to get you alone for a minute. I’m glad I found you before 

you left.” I didn’t know what to say to that. So I just nodded. Mom gave me a smile then, it was 

sexy, but it was also disarming as fuck. The smile told me all was well, and that she was playful, 

not mad. It was a Mother’s smile, and it put me at ease almost immediately. Then she gave me 

a wicked little smirk, and spreading her legs slightly, she said, “I have an important question for 

you young man…” As she said it, she used her fingers to play with and spread her pussy lips. 

Her pants were still torn to hell, and though she’d been wearing a leather jacket as we walked 

through the halls, she now unzipped it, and let it hit the floor of the booth, revealing that it was 

the only thing she’d been wearing from the waist up. 

Then she pulled my mask off me again, but this time, she playfully put it on herself, commenting, 

“My turn with this”. Then, once it was on, she looked at me again, and posed her question. “Do 

you want to fuck me. I mean, now. Right here. I want to know, honestly, if you want to feel that 

big young dick of yours, inside this tight little cunt right here.” And when she asked, she licked 

her fingers, and spread her pussy open for me. I couldn’t help myself. Yes. Like, a lot of yes. SO 

Much fucking yes!

Outloud, I just nodded, and said “Yes. I really do.” Even under the mask, I could tell that Mom 

smiled. “Well then?” She teased, and, with the mask on, her eyes were even more intense, even 

more seductive and alluring. I guided the head of my cock into her, and it was the tightest, 

hottest pussy I’d ever felt in my life. I had no idea how my Mom’s pussy was 10 times tighter 

than any of the girls I’d been with in highschool, but it fucking was. She felt amazing! There was 

several minutes of just pushing, and nudging, and adjusting as we both moaned, and basked, 

and got lost in how good it all felt. 

Then she said, “Would you like to make love to me?” And, honestly, hell yes! So I said so, but as 

I started in with long slow strokes, and intense eye contact, she stopped me with a hand on my 

chest. Once I was paused, she asked, “What about fucking me? Do you think you could do 

that? Do you think you could slam that dick into me, tell me what a slut I am, and do your best to 

destroy that pretty little pussy that you’ve got wrapped around you right now?” 

Fuck… 

She had me clenching my teeth talking like that. My cock was bucking and throbbing inside of 

her, and I nodded. Yeah. Yeah I could do that too. 

Then she smiled, and said, “This is a soundproof booth. No one but us is going to hear 

anything. So, if you really mean that… then I want to hear you say it.” I was about to answer, 

when she cut me off, adding, “Tell me you want to fuck me rough enough that your balls will slap 

into my pussy so hard that it’ll be one more thing getting me off.  Say it, that exact thing…” So, 

never one to disappoint, I said it. Word for word. When I did, she sort of “flexed” her pussy 

around me, and the feeling it forced a moan from me. “Tell me you love my tits, and my tight little 

pussy, and you want to shoot a huge load of hot cum inside of me.” Again, her filthy talk was 

doing it for me, and after a moan, and an involuntary thrust of my hips, I told her exactly what 

she wanted to hear. 

“Yeah?”, she asked. “Will you talk dirty for me too? Will you call me your dirty little whore, and 

tell me how much you like seeing me act like it?” I told her yes, absolutely! But then I froze 

mid-thrust when she said. “Okay. Say it then… Say, Mom, I want you to be a whore for me, and,  

I loved seeing my Mommy getting group-fucked like the slut she is...”

A wave of panic shot straight through me, as I stared down into my Mom’s eyes, and she told 

me, in no uncertain terms, that she knew full well, that I knew who she was. Mom smirked 

through the mask. “Honey”, she asked, then she wrapped her legs around my waist and, 

clenching her pussy and forcing me, horrified, to moan again; she asked, “What’s this?” I didn’t 

know what to say. Was she still talking? Was this the part just before she killed me? 

But Mom just laughed, sweet, loving, good natured. Mom’s laugh. Then she laid back, her 

breasts naked in front of me, held me inside her pussy, and waited. After a minute, I, sort of, 

started to catch on. “You’re not mad?”, I asked. 

“Slugger,” Mom started, using a nickname that she’d given me a very long time ago. “You told 

me, ‘great show’, months ago. You were tired, and it was late; so it was probably an accident. 

But I realized then that you knew who I was, and probably who all the band members were. So 

yeah, I’ve known that you knew who (and she gave her fake band member name) was, for 

some time now. So, imagine my surprise when I caught you 69ing with her, knowing full well... 

that she was me...” 

I was caught, but I could feel a warm, tight pussy wrapped around me, so I was starting to catch 

on that caught, and in trouble, might not the same thing. “Naturally”, Mom continued. “I didn’t 

want your Aunt’s to find out that way, and throw a fit, or cause a scene in front of a bunch of 

people who we might not want to trust with such a big secret... 

So, since you’ve been so great about keeping our secret and pretending not to know, I figured I 

could just play it off as you were there by accident and it was a coincidence. But then… Then 

your SLUT Aunt... “ Mom was accusatory, but also playful. Her and my Auntie called one 

another sluts the same way my best friend and I called each other buddy. It was just another 

term of endearment for them. 

Again, I could tell Mom was smiling under the mask, and Mom, sounding more candid now, 

confessed that she’d been very surprised to hear me talking about her as a fantasy. Then, she 

admitted, she’d been even more surprised by how hot it had gotten her. “I’ll be honest kiddo, I’ve 

slept with plenty of boys your age. I’ve even had a few of them, very obviously, play out their 

Mommy fetish with me on the DL. But I never actually caught that bug until tonight. And now… 

well…” Mom flexed her pussy around my cock inside of her, and I sucked in a breath. God she 

felt so good!

“Now, like I was saying… I want to know if you can look me in the eye, and with both of us 

knowing exactly where we stand, still tell me that you LIKE that your Mommy is a naughty little 

gangbang whore, and that you want to give my slutty little pussy the pounding that I so badly 

want you to give it. So, what do you say kiddo?” 

In reply, I very slowly drew my cock out of her until just the tip was still inside. Then I slammed it 

back into her with all the force I could muster, and the guttural moan of pleasure that she replied 

with was such a turn on, that I did it again. And again, and again, and again. 

We fucked slow and hard, at first. Then hard and fast. The whole time, Mom made it clear that 

she very much wanted to be called a slut, and a whore, and every other nasty thing I could think 

of. She wanted to tell me how much she loved getting fucked, and she wanted me to tell her 

how good my Mother’s pussy felt. She used her legs to slow me, and egg me on, pulling me into 

her with greedy feet trying to pull at me and make me go harder. But she also held her hand to 

my chest, gently shushing me at times, and encouraging me to slow down. With her leading, we 

lasted a whole hell of a lot longer than 5 minutes this time. But after a series of long slow, 

pleasure filled sex; and bursts of hard, fast, nasty fucking; I finally told her that I was certain that 

I couldn’t hold out much longer. 

At that, she had me pull out, and she got down on her knees, and tossed her mask off in a 

random direction. I started to jerk off, but she placed her hand over mine, and encouraged me, 

saying “Slowly sweetie. I want us both to enjoy this.” Seeing her smiling up at me from her 

knees and telling me that she was going to enjoy my cumming on her face, definitely did not 

help me go slowly. But I still tried. 

After a good minute of breathing and getting control of my pace again, Mom asked me if I 

wanted to hear something really dirty. And… I couldn’t resist. Even after everything that had 

happened that night, I still blushed. Then I nodded, and, breathless with anticipation, I told her 

yes. She didn’t disappoint. 

“I was just thinking,” she said. “Now that this is all out in the open between us, I should probably 

clue in your Aunt’s. And, once that is done, it is going to change our relationship moving 

forward… for the better I think.” Then she gave me a wink that I very much enjoyed. “So…” she 

started, a wicked twinkle in her eye. “You and your buddies never did throw a graduation party 

did you?” The conversation shift was enough to have my build temporarily interrupted. But I 

bounced back fast when she proposed, “How about if you threw a little party for them, and 

maybe… invited a band…” 

The implication had me struggling not to stroke faster, but Mom wasn’t about to let up. “I mean, 

they all know what a huge fan your Dad is. What if you told them that you not only got OUR 

band to play at your little graduation party, but that all those rumors they’ve heard are true. And 

that, for the right price, we would do a whole lot more than just sing and dance for them.”

Mom was grinning up at me, and I was trying hard not to picture the implications of what she 

was saying. Not to cum right then and there before I was ready. But she didn’t let up. “Here’s the 

thing kiddo. I’m not kidding. I’m not just saying this to help you cum. I’m serious. Think about it! 

We rent out some seedy little concert hall. Your Aunt’s and I show up in full costume, and we 

play a bunch of our biggest hits. Then we call some of the boys up on stage, and we put on a 

REAL show. Can you picture that baby? Wouldn’t that be so much hotter than a couple of 

random strangers in a dressing room?” 

She had me right on the edge, but she wasn’t done yet. 

“Your Aunt’s and I getting gangbanged by 10 to 20 of your hand picked highschool buddies. 

How hot does that sound? We have a little cover charge, and the girls and I can share the 

money so that the next time I call your Aunt a whore, it’ll actually be true. My Son will have 

whored us out to his friends! Would you like that sweetie? Wanna watch a concert hall full of 

highschool studs gangbang your whore Mother?!?” 

I didn’t get any farther than that! I was screaming and cumming, and Mom just played with my 

balls, and told me to aim for her face so I could see, “Your sweet Mommy’s pretty face covered 

in your hot young cum!”. It was the hottest, most intense moment of my entire life. At least, up to 

that point.

Mom had been telling the truth though... 

She told my Aunt’s. They loved all of her ideas; and less than a month later, my Mom drove me 

and a bunch of friends to a venue where barely half of them believed our favorite local 

band/Group of MILFS was going to play music for us and then let us fuck them. 

Mom driving us there in Mom-mode before changing in secret and playing in the band had been 

her idea. A perverted little twist on an already insane idea. It played out just like she thought it 

would. Of course, she’d only driven me and my 4 closest friends, but another 15 drove 

themselves or got other rides. 

It was exactly as depraved and insane as I thought it would be, and it was the most amazing 

thing I’d ever experienced up to that point. 

But, once Mom and I had told Dad (her idea, not mine) that I now knew who she really was and 

I that I knew about a lot more of the sexy stuff (we left it at that. Better to not push our luck); Dad 

had given me a warning. He said that Mom had a way of always escalating things, and that I 

should watch out. 

You’d think, that after a 20-man gangbang, things would be hard to top. But after that weekend, I 

never doubted my Mom or her abilities again. Because when the whole thing was over, we all 

got a hotel and crashed for the night. The plan was that we would drive home, or get rides home 

the next day. And, sure enough, my Mom showed up to drive me and my closest friends home. 

Except she didn’t drive straight home. Instead, she drove out to this little field that Dad used to 

take me to play catch when I was a kid. Then she parked the van, and in her cute little Mom 

dress, she asked my friends if they’d had a good time at the party. They all said yes, but they 

blushed and went silent when she asked what their favorite part was. 

After she let them squirm for a bit, she gave a little laugh, and asked if they thought she was as 

pretty as some of the girls from the band they’d seen. And when they all gave a hell yeah, she 

asked my best friend to open up a trunk that was in the back of the van. 

Inside, was Mom’s wig, and the rest of her costume. The guys were looking between it and her 

with shock and realization. Then Mom asked them, “Do you know what’s really hot? Familiarity. 

Now, you mix that with a little taboo, and that is just,” Then she punctuated her sentence with a 

loud moan; and she meant it. Then she got out of the van, and a second later, we all poured out 

after her. 

“Now, I know that getting to have sex with (her band name) was a fantasy come true for some of 

you boys. But do you know what I think? I think it would be even hotter, if instead of being in a 

big crowd having sex with a music star; the 5 of you ganged up on (My first name)’s Mother.”

Then Mom walked up to the closest guy, and laid a kiss on him that melted the people who 

watched; it was so intense! I can’t even imagine what it did to the guy she actually hit with the 

thing. When she broke the kiss, he was red faced, and gasping. “Hit’s different, doesn’t it?” She 

said with a smile. And he was nodding, breathless in agreement. Then Mom turned to my 

closest friends, and said, “What do you say kids? Want to see if we can make sleepovers at my 

Son’s house popular again?”

And yeah, 20 guys all having sex with my Mom and her Sisters in secret, as they paid them for 

the privilege, was hot as fuck. But, somehow… 5 friends gangbanging my Mother in a field while 

she wore a pretty summer dress, and we all openly talked about how hot, and slutty, and 

incredible my Mom was as we surrounded and fucked her repeatedly…. That was hotter. 

Is it bad that I’m already thinking about having a heart to heart with my cousin when he turns 18 

next month, so we can do his Mother next?

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