THE DEN MOTHERS OF DEMON U.

THE DEN MOTHERS OF DEMON U.

I go to a Demon University, and it is exactly what you would expect. Pretty standard fare. The 

benefits to most people are obvious. With any of the high end “magic” run universities, you get 

teachers that have literal centuries of experience (or more), and facilities that are literally 

BETTER than money can buy. But, there are a lot of other perks too, depending upon what kind 

of University you go to. 

For example, with a Demon University, there is the fine line of ethics. Like, they are a University, 

don’t get me wrong. They have to follow all the same rules that everyone else does. But… they 

have  a tendency not to follow them the same way. For example, no University can hire 

prostitutes to entice students or players. But… there are no rules about having cum loving, sex 

obsessed Succubus in charge of cleaning up the locker rooms after every WINNING game. And 

if, while they are there, the guys and the girls end up doing what they almost literally can’t resist 

doing, well then… That certainly is an incentive to both play for them, and to win for them. 

But what really got me was the “Den Mother’s”. You see, Fraternities are never bigger than a 

house at Demon U; with the absolute largest ones having about 30 members who live in large, 

palace-like homes. In each of these houses, you have a “Den Mother”, and the requirements for 

this person are intense, to put it mildly. A Den Mother is a Mom-like-figure that looks after the 

students of her house, takes care of their needs, encourages them, and rewards them for good 

grades and good behavior. This person is meant to be Motherly, and caring, and is given 

authority to keep “their boys” in line from the University itself. But of course, there is more to it 

than that. 

Unlike most of the staff at the University, a Den Mother is not a supernatural creature that was 

born or created for their role in some alternate plane of reality. Instead, each one starts out as a 

regular Mom from the local community. In fact, it is incredibly common for a Den Mother to be 

the actual Mom of one of the guys at the fraternity that she serves; and it is not uncommon for 

whoever that guy is to leave their fraternity, or even the whole University, after their Mom is 

chosen. 

Where to begin…

It all starts with a kind of homework assignment. You have to; HAVE, TO… tell your own Mother 

about the program (or a stand in if you don’t have one). Now, thankfully, my parents knew about 

my school, about its ups and downs, and were not surprised when I was given the assignment 

of trying to tempt my Mom into a job there. They laughed about it, Dad quipped that Mom should 

try not to sign any demonic pacts while he was away, and then he kissed her on the forehead 

and left for work while I stayed back to explain to Mom the perks and the costs of the job. 

I started with the costs. Den Mother’s were changed. They were made part Demon, they got 

hyper-sexualized versions of their body, and their “horny-factor” got dialed up to about 20 (on a 

scale of 1-10). This was not an accidental side-effect. 

The University had found that “their boys”, responded best to two things, A Mom-figure, and a 

slut that they wanted to impress, so they could score with them. So, having exactly zero fucks or 

hang-ups, they just combined the two things. It was INCREDIBLY common for Den Mother’s to 

be sucking and fucking their way through the fraternities that they served, in so long as they 

were able to motivate the boys to be successful enough to earn such treatment. Which was a 

weird sales pitch I thought. Like, if you do a good enough job, they get to use you like their 

personal whore. I mean, what??? 

But, I wasn’t in charge, and the pitch wasn’t directed at me, it was just for me to pass on. At 

various points as I told Mom about it, she gasped, blushed, laughed, and “oh my”’d, but she did 

her part and listened to the whole thing. She asked how they kept the Mom’s who got recruited 

away from their own Son’s, and I explained that the University actually did the opposite of that, 

which got another blush out of her, and she retreated to the kitchen to get something cold to 

drink while fanning herself and saying things like, “Oh wow. Oh.. just… OH!”. She came back, 

cooled off some, and I continued. Apparently the University found that the other guys always 

liked it more if it was a friends Mom who became a Den Mother (What the fuck that said about 

us, I don’t quite know), and they felt that the guys who quit because their Mom got chosen, just  

removed someone who they’d rather not have around anyway. 

At that point, my own Mom commented that what I’d said couldn’t possibly be the whole sales 

pitch. Like, “Hey, come be a whore for our school”, with no follow-up. And I laughed, and, having 

laid out the consequences, I then told her why some people actually did it. You see, the 

Demoness form had a ton of perks. First of all, the “looking like a demoness” part, was 

temporary. Den Mother’s shifted form on school grounds, but were basically themselves outside 

of it. Second, that “basically” was a big deal. The change made the person a supernatural 

creature. That meant perks that most other jobs couldn’t exactly offer. 

A Den Mother’s beauty was enhanced, even in their normal form. Softer, more lovely skin. 

Softer, more lovely hair. Effortless strength, grace, and balance. They couldn’t fight crime in a 

cape or anything, but they would never need help lifting something again, and they would never 

have to worry about a pulled muscle or sore muscle again either.  In addition to enhanced 

beauty, grace, and power, they also got agelessness. Den Mother’s just stopped aging. 

So yeah, no big deal. Just eternal youth, power, and beauty. 

“Would I be like, a hideous monster when I was at the school?”, Mom asked tepidly. And… I’ve 

never been so horrified by a choice of phrasing in my entire life!!! But, I did my best not to have 

a full panic attack, and after a few quick, very deep breaths; I tried to answer her. I explained 

that Den Mother’s actually had some control over their form. They still looked a LOT like 

themselves, but things like horns, skin color, tales, etc… They had so much control over the 

smaller things that they could actually change them with every visit to the school. 

We talked a bit more, about souls, immortality, exactly what lust being turned up to 20 meant, 

and so on. But at the end of it, Mom said she needed time to think about it; which had me 

screaming internally at the top of my lungs! Like, what!?! This was a thing that other guys were 

supposed to have to worry about. I was just giving a mandatory sales pitch, right?!? 

It must have shown on my face, because Mom laughed and gave my shoulder a playful shove. 

“Oh come now sweetie! You had to know this would appeal to me, right?” 

I absolutely did not! 

But... Mom pointed out that she and Dad were swingers, and both of them were into kinky sex. 

So I replied that there was a difference between hooking up with other parents for swinger night 

and what I was describing. I kind of lost control of the argument when Mom pointed out that the 

“negatives”, were a body made to experience pleasure, with every nerve ending designed to 

give joy and ecstasy that most people never achieved. As well as stable of horney young Men to 

have sex with her amped up, pleasure factory of a body, for between 4-8 years. Then, after 8 

years of sexual bliss, she got to be nearly immortal, forever. 

And, oh. Huh… She… She wasn’t supposed to have a point. 

“Besides sweetie,” she continued. “If I decided to do this, you might not even recognize me in 

my Demon-Mommy body.” Which, as sentences go, had SO much wrong with it. First of all, I 

resented my blush when she said it! I resented the rush of heat that went straight to my head, 

and I resented the fact that “Demon Mommy Body” was apparently a phrase that now did “good 

things for me”. ALL of that was disturbing! But on top of that, how is that better!? Like, “oh yeah, 

I fucked my Mom in the butt today because I got a B in Chemistry, but it’s cool; because I barely 

recognized her.” I tried to make that point with her, but as I spelled it out in the plainest of terms, 

she gave, what sure looked an awful lot like a shudder of pleasure. Then she blushed, and hand 

waved the subject, insisting that we talk about the other aspects of the job. And since I blushed 

and got even harder while trying to explain it, I was more than happy to let her get away with the 

change in topic. 

The conversation ended with Mom saying that I’d given her a lot to think about, and she still 

needed to discuss it with Dad anyways. So, having done my part, I collected my laundry, a kiss 

on the cheek, and drove back to school. It was weeks before anything else happened. But then 

of course, something did.

One day, I was walking back to the Frat House after my last class, and someone who wasn’t 

paying attention to where they were going bumped into me. Before either of us could apologize 

or get mad, he just looked up at me with unchecked excitement and happily blurted that out that 

the Den Mother’s had been chosen, before rushing off to his own fraternity to see who and what 

was waiting for him there. 

I was less excited. I’d had a kind of sinking feeling ever since my conversation with Mom, and it 

really, really, REALLY, didn’t fucking help that I was both filled with dread, and yet somehow 

turned on, by the possibility that my own Mother might take this job. 

But as I walked into the house, I knew. Every guy that I saw or passed gave me a look of guilt. 

Conversations quieted when I got close, and then, of course, when I got to my room; she was 

waiting for me. 

Mom was sitting on my bed, and when I froze in the doorway, she told me to come in, and to 

“close the door sweetie”. It was still her voice too, “Mom’s” voice. Maybe just a touch lower, just 

a touch more seductive, but I could never mistake it for anyone else's; and that was the first time 

I realized that my Mom’s voice was legitimately the most familiar sound in the whole world. She 

looked like herself, which was insane. It was insane because her breasts were a little larger, her 

butt a little more perfect, her hair a little longer, and, oh yeah, did I mention that she had horns 

and a tail now?!?

Mom started by apologizing, and I thought for sure that she was about to apologize for 

accepting the job at all but, nope. She apologized because, apparently, it was University policy 

that any new Den Mother must introduce herself to everyone in her new Frat House before her 

Son.

Which sucked, but that I was the last to know didn’t seem like such a big deal considering the 

other implications. Mom must have read all that from my expression though, because she made 

a surprised face, then smiled awkwardly and corrected herself. “No sweetie,” she started. “I 

mean, ‘Introduce’”, she said, repeating herself. But this time, along with the words she included 

a visual. She stopped leaning back on her hands and she moved to sitting upright on my bed. 

Then she used both hands to make a “pumping motion” that was definitely a hand-job gesture 

(or a double hand-job gesture the way she was doing it). I gulped and said the only thing I could 

think of, “Oh.”

Part of me wanted to ask if she’d used both hands because she’d “introduced” herself to more 

than 1 guy at a time, and part of me wanted to ask if it was literally handjobs, or if she just meant 

something sexual in nature. But I told both of those parts to shut the fuck up since I already had 

way more information than I could process. On top of information overload from her words and 

gestures, I found that I was just now “snapping out of it” enough to notice her outfit. 

Mom was wearing knee-high boots, long, elegant gloves that went past her elbow, and a one 

piece outfit that I wanted to say was a leotard. It was a piece of clothing that covered her pussy 

with about the same amount of cloth as a more revealing bathing suit would, then stretched up 

over the rest of her to cover her torso, her tits, and nothing else. Worse, it was doing a shit job of 

it. The material over my Mother’s tits was stretchy black mesh that not only covered next to 

nothing, but it also appeared to be designed to move out the way quite easily. Then she leaned 

back again, and when she saw me staring, she flashed me a wicked grin, and very slowly, very 

deliberately, spread her knees and set her heels up on the bed with her legs spread wide. This 

left me staring at that little bit of cloth that was covering her pussy, and I could see glimpses of 

flesh that told me the bottom was just as bad at its job of covering her pussy up, as her top was 

at covering her tits. 

Mom winked at me when I finally met her eyes again, and leaned back even further, moving to 

her elbows as she relaxed on my bed in a pose that a prostitute might have considered over the 

top. God but she was sexual as fuck! Was she always that way, or was it part of the 

transformation? 

Mom held out her left hand and crooked her finger at me, indicating to me that I needed to come 

closer. When she did, I noticed that she was still wearing her wedding band and engagement 

ring. The same combo that she always wore at home. It didn’t seem like they should still fit in 

this new, hyper-sexual form, but there they were. 

I stepped closer, and Mom said “There are still a few things we need to talk about Slugger”. She 

was using a nickname that she’d been calling me for what seemed like forever, and it was 

weirdly familiar and comforting, but also somehow twisted and sexual now. Like it only drove 

home the point that she was both Mom, and also the absolute MILF who was currently laid out 

before me. “If you recall”, she purred, somehow more sexual than I’d ever seen her before. “I 

said that it was University policy that I,” and she held up air quotes as she said, “introduce”, 

before giving me another suggestive wink. “..myself to everyone else at the fraternity before my 

Son”. I nodded. It was kind of hard to forget. But she just kept laying there. After a few moments 

she smiled, and raised her eyebrows, obviously waiting for me to catch on to something that I 

was missing. 

I struggled to think… yeah. Just to think. But I couldn’t spot what I was missing, and Mom gave 

a little laugh before helping me out. “First sweetie. I had to introduce myself to them FIRST.” I 

nodded, like, yup. Got that part. 

And Mom shook her head at me. Her expression wasn’t mocking, just amused, and she slowly 

sat back up. Except that, since she’d had me walk over to her already, her sitting back up didn’t 

put us eye to eye anymore. I’d been peering over the line of her body to look her in the eye, and 

now, suddenly, she was looking up at me from so close to the large bulge in my pants that if she 

announciated her words too much she was going to know what my pants tasted like! 

She looked up at me, her gaze a soft seduction as she blinked long eyelashes my way, and 

smiled with full red lips. “As a Den Mother,” she began. “You boys are all my responsibility,” she 

said, and as she said it, she very casually reached up with one delicate hand whose nails were 

long and painted. Then she gripped the zipper on my pants, and very slowly began to pull it 

down, as she tracked the movement with her eyes and said, “That means I set the rules. It 

means I enforce the rules. And it also means that when you boys are good…” And at that, she 

slipped her hand into the opening in my pants, into the opening in my underwear, and gently 

grasped my cock with her cool touch forcing a gasp of shock and pleasure from me that was so 

intense it almost hurt. “And I mean very, very good”, she clarified, as she brought my cock out 

into the light and it sprung to attention right into the side of my Mother’s face! “Well, then it is my 

job to reward you.” 

Then she looked up at me, my cock partially obstructing my view of her lovely face. I was 

looking down into my own Mother’s eyes, as they gazed back up with hunger, patience, and 

lust; and she said, “So… I have two questions for you sweetie. Just two, and then I can”, and I 

could hear the air quotes in her tone, even if she was no longer actually making them, 

“Introduce Myself… properly, to the last of my new frat boys... Because while different Den 

Mother’s may reward their boys in different ways. I have some very specific, very sexual… 

rewards in mind.” 

“So,” she purred. Her smile was thirsty, but patient. “My first question is a callback to how all this 

began.” She was still holding my cock in her hand, and I couldn’t stop it from continuing to pulse 

and get harder the longer she held it. I had no hope of even pretending that this wasn’t the 

hottest fucking thing ever, and then she asked her question and made that fact all the worse. 

“Look at me sweetie. Look at my face. Look me in the eyes. Really look, and tell me… Do I still 

look like Mommy? Is there any confusion, or are you definitely, 100%, looking into your Mother’s 

eyes right now?” I gulped. Because I very badly didn’t want to answer that. But I’d known the 

answer from the moment I first saw her on my bed. The horns, the tail, the rest of it. None of it 

mattered a damn. I’d known with 100% certainty the moment I saw her, “That’s my Mom”, and 

nothing that had happened since had diminished that familiarity, or that certainty, by even the 

tiniest bit. So, in a moment of honesty, I nodded. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind. 

At that, Mom smiled, and for just a second, it wasn’t a seductress’s grin, it was just one of her 

big, beautiful, Mom Smiles. The kind that lit up a room. “Good!” She said, beaming with the joy 

that my answer had given her. Then that hungrier, darker smile made its way back with just a 

slight curve of the lips; and she asked her second question. “That said… you still want to shove 

this big cock down my throat... Don’t you slugger?” And after she asked, she gently ran the 

head of my cock along her cheek, and towards that smile, as she patiently waited for me to 

answer. 

The feeling of pleasure from just that little brush was so intense that I couldn’t even speak. I 

nodded vigorously. I hated to admit it, but seeing as my cock was literally throbbing in her hand, 

I could hardly deny it either! 

“Even though it means I’ll be your New Den Mother”, she asked, turning her face, and repeating 

the motion. I nodded again as she slowly brushed me against her other cheek. “Even though it 

means all your little college friends will get to shove their cocks into me too?”  She was driving 

me insane with the teasing! I think I would have said anything in that moment, and I managed to 

blurt out an actual Yes, but she just stopped, and looked up at me with an expectant smile on 

her face. “Yes....” she said, dragging out the word in a way I’d heard a hundred times before. I 

knew exactly what was expected of me, and god help me, I followed through. 

“Yes Mom”, I said, giving her what she wanted. And no sooner had I done it, than she cooed, 

“There’s my good boy”, and gave me what I wanted. 

After what seemed like an eternity of teasing, Mom no longer showed the slightest hesitation. 

One moment I was throbbing in her grip, and the next I heard her moaning around a mouthful of 

my cock as she slid me down her throat in one smooth motion. When she did, I screamed in 

pleasure! Like, screamed. My hips bucked on their own, and I had a brief moment of worry that I 

might have hurt her, but the moment I started to pull my hips back, Mom’s hands grabbed my 

ass and pulled me closer. Forcing me even deeper down her throat. 

I moaned, and gave a few heavenly thrusts, but aside from basking in how incredible it felt, I still 

hesitated to do much more than that. I didn’t move much because I didn’t fucking need to, it felt 

amazing! But also because that was my Mom, and the idea of hurting her was the worst thing I 

could think of. But, after a few moments of basking in that incredible feeling, Mom eased me 

slowly out of her throat, and my cock sprung free from her lips with a slurping, wet, mess of 

noise and fluid that somehow made the whole thing that much hotter. Then, seemingly a little 

out of breath, Mom talked me through some of what came next. 

“Kiddo, honey, I Love you. I do. And I am still 100% your Mom, and I will still bake you cookies, 

and throw you Birthday parties, and even tuck you in when you’ve had a rough day. Okay? 

But… right now, we need to agree that, when your dick has my lipstick on it, because I rubbed it 

on there straight from my lips… That in those moments, it isn’t ‘sweet-loving-mommy’ time. 

Okay baby? That is ‘Dirty-Whore-Mommy’ time.” Then she leaned back a little more, so she 

could get better eye contact for the heart-to-heart we were apparently having. 

“So,” she began. “I want you to take your hands and grab on here,” then… The Mom moved my 

hands so that they were gripping the horns that came out of her head… Wow.

“And I need you to realize that this is our new reality honey. That if things go the way I plan, your 

friends are going to be celebrating mid-terms by throwing a party where they show off that they 

get to gang-bang your Mother in the living room. So… three things baby.” Then she held up a 

hand, and literally started raising fingers as she counted them off. “1st, this should be pointed at 

me” and she raised a finger on her right hand, while aiming my cock at her face with her left. 

“2nd, I want you to fuck Mommy’s face like it’s a cunt, and I can only cum if you REALLY pound 

me”, she said as she raised a second finger. “And 3rd,” she finished, raising a third finger on her 

hand. “I want to hear about it. And I mean, I really, Really, REALLY, want to hear about it” she 

said, almost whining with need. “Don’t just fuck my face sweetie, tell me you're fucking my face. 

Look me in the eyes and tell me what a dirty whore I am for taking this job. Tell me how good 

your cock, My SON’s cock, feels as he’s jamming it down my throat!” 

She was panting with lust. Begging me with her tone and with her eyes. 

“I want to hear it baby! I need to! PLEASE! For Mommy!”

So I took a moment, took a breath, and then I gave in to every carnal, dark, needy desire in me, 

and I shoved my cock down her throat. I looked my own Mother the eyes and I told her how 

good it felt inside of her, as I went balls deep and her lips pushed against my pelvis. I told her 

what a dirty whore she was for taking the job, for jerking off my friends, and for sucking my dick. 

And then I promised her that as the school year progressed, my pervert friends were going to 

make her into 10 times the whore she was being right in that moment. And with every filthy 

compliment and depraved promise, she moaned, and whimpered, and with her eyes, she 

begged for more. 

When I came, I came with a roar. Absolutely screaming with release, despite the fact that the 

walls were paper thin and I knew that everyone would hear and know what was happening. I 

couldn’t help it, so I didn’t even try. I pumped load after load after load of cum down my Mom’s 

throat, and she just gulped, and moaned, and pulled at me as if to say, “More! More!”. 

When it was all over, we were both panting, laying side by side on my bed. I managed to mutter, 

“Holy shit that was good” after I got enough air in me, and in response, Mom gave one of her 

good natured Mom-laughs that made everyone who heard it smile. “Yeah.” She agreed. “That’s 

one way to put it.”

After that, things changed fast around our Fraternity. In a way things got way more sexual, while 

also having less sex. In no time at all, the Frat house was split into two groups, with 11 of my 

friends calling our new Den Mother, Mrs. (my last name), at all times. And the other three, (four 

if you count me) calling her Mom. At first I was annoyed by this, but Mom rolled with it with such 

effortless grace that it was just normal. Like, in a matter of days, it just became totally normal for 

some guy I played sports with to say, “Hey Mom...”, and have her reply, “Yes honey?”, before 

answering his question. 

She was HOT too. She was a legit Mom to us. She helped with outfits, kept people on task, and 

even enforced rules dished out by the University. For example, no sex in the 2 weeks leading up 

to any sporting event that we participated in. So, like I said, she was this constant, beautiful, 

flirty presence; and yet, we had to “earn” anything sexual with her, and meanwhile she was now 

there to make sure that we followed rules we might have previously ignored. 

Still, no one complained. She was sweet, smart, funny, hot as hell, and a huge help in everyday 

life. I had no idea what Dad thought she did for this job, but I somehow doubted that she’d given 

him the whole story. Then, about 5 weeks in, came the blowjob incident.

A group of us were sitting around in the game room talking about a movie, when Mom walked 

in, horns and all, and the look on her face was so mischievous that it slowed the laughter and 

conversation in the room to a dead stop in a matter of moments. She was looking dead at one 

of the other guys who’d taken to calling her Mom, and everyone there wished she was giving 

that look to them instead of him. Finally, one of the other guys asked, “What’s up Misses (our 

last initial)?” 

Mom took two steps towards the guy she’d been staring at, and still giving him her full attention 

she said “Someone’s Modern History professor just called me to let me know that their GPA has 

improved significantly since I started tutoring them”. The guy she was looking at blushed and 

looked away, but she bent forward, giving him an incredible view down the blouse she was 

wearing that day, and moved his face back to face her by adjusting his chin with the tip of her 

finger. “I think that deserves a reward. Don’t you?” He nodded, and a couple of the guys in the 

room earned a dirty look from me when they cheered “Yeah!”, inviting themselves into the 

conversation. 

The guy in question looked up at her, wondering what came next. Then Mom stood up straight 

and tapped the inside of his shoes with the tip of her foot, indicating that he should spread his 

feet further apart. As he did, she stunned the room into silence again by asking, “How’s a 

blowjob from Mommy sound?” Now, he’d made his fetishes clear when he called her Mom, so I 

had no doubt that he was dedicating brainpower to prendening that my Mother was actually HIS 

Mother; and that meant that what she was offering him was a literal fantasy come true for him. 

But then she started to undo the buttons on her blouse with all of us still sitting there, and one of 

the guys sitting with me asked what they were all suddenly thinking. “Do we have to leave the 

room? Or…”. At that, Mom finally looked our way, pausing for an extra second to let her eyes 

linger on mine. Then, with a naughty smile that I was starting to think had always been in her 

repertoire and I’d just never seen it before, she asked, “Are any of you in trouble with me for 

anything?” And, as a group, we all sort of shook our heads or said no. To which Mom replied 

back with, “then you can stay and watch if you want to.” 

Again, she gave me a lingering look, and a smile that was just for me, before she turned back to 

the man of the hour, and gave him the rest of her attention. But her words hit home with me as 

she pretended to be his Mom. Especially when she opened with, “All your friends are about to 

watch this honey, so you may want to be careful with what you say and do next, since whatever 

you decide to do, is going to affect how they view your, sweet Mother from now on. 

Understand?” He looked like he was already about to cum when he nodded his head yes so 

hard that I thought I might have heard a rattling sound. Then Mom smiled at him and asked, 

“Knowing that, would you like Mommy to take her top off and let you and all your friends see 

what’s under my shirt?” Again he nodded, but, like she’d done to me weeks before, she gave 

him a look, and made him realize on his own what he was expected to say. It took him longer 

than it took me, but he sounded like he was about to lose it when he finally stammered out, “Yes 

Mommy”. 

Just like that, my Mom’s top was on the floor, and her breasts were exposed to the whole room. 

We were all freshman, 18-19 years old; and for some reason it hit me a little harder that my 

Mom was topless in a room full of horney teenagers. Unlike she’d done with me, she was very 

tender with the blowjob this time. She was sweet and patient. She went slow, and she played up 

the ‘good little mom’/housewife vibes, even as she slowly but surely slurped, sucked, and 

drooled all over my buddy’s cock while we all watched. 

She slurped her way up the length of him on one stroke, and as her lips popped off of him, a 

small splatter of pre-cum and drool swung up and hit the corner of her mouth. But she just said 

“Oops”, and “sorry about the mess sweetie”, as she took a tissue from the box on the nearby 

table and wiped the spot away. I realized, of course, that this was his fantasy, and she was 

playing his good little Mom perfectly, while also giving him the pleasure of watching her head 

bobbing on a dick in front of his college buddies who couldn’t stop staring at “his Mom’s” blowjob 

skills, or her big tits, as those tits swayed with the motion of her slutty performance. 

After less than 10 minutes, even with her edging him on and off constantly, he just couldn’t take 

anymore. It was his ultimate fantasy come to life, and there was no holding back anymore so he 

told her so. In reply, she took her mouth off of him, and kept stroking him at the same slow but 

steady pace as we saw him building past the point of no return in real time. Then she asked in 

her sweetest Mom voice, “Do you want Mommy to swallow it so your friends don’t see?”. But 

within the same breath, she continued, “Or…” and her tone, her demeanor, her everything, 

shifted suddenly towards wickedness. Then, in a slutty, confident, sultry purr, she asked, “Or do 

you want to blow your load all over your Mother’s face, while she gasps; and a room full of 

horney teenagers watch her moan for it like a whore?”  

He never got a chance to answer. He just started yelling that he was cumming, and my Mom 

pointed his dick at her face, and urged to cum all over his whore Mother’s face. For a minute 

there, it seemed like he was never going to stop. He just kept yelling, and cumming, and then 

cumming more. The whole time Mom egged him on, and told him how good he was doing and 

how much she loved it, and how hot she was for it. When he was done, my Mom’s face was 

covered in cum! It was running down her face, it was in her hair, and dripping down onto her tits 

and her clothes. But she just smiled, licked some from her lips, and took a moment to turn to us 

and ask us if we’d enjoyed the show. 

When all the guys managed to break out of their stupor long enough to tell her “Fuck Yes!”, she 

gave the room a shared wink, and advised everyone, “Well then. Let’s get those grades up.” 

It turns out that if you want to motivate a group of college guys to try harder, that will do it. In the 

weeks that followed our Den Mother made sure that we were getting enough rest, she was 

making us massive, healthy, home-made meals, and she was helping us to study too. We were 

her full time job, and she was amazing at it. Of course, as guys hit various milestones, and 

performed well, my Mom would “reward” them. 

One day, a couple of us were sitting down for some fresh biscuits that had been left out for us, 

and one of the guys at the end of the table was being weird and quiet. But, we’d come into the 

room in a group that didn’t include him, so we just kind of ignored him and continued with our 

conversation. Then the guy started gasping, grunting, and banging his fist on the table which 

startled some of us and made the rest basically ask, “what the fuck dude?”. But the mystery was 

solved a few moments later when my Mother came out from under the table wearing an apron 

that was somehow sexy on her, and with a bit of cum at the corner of her mouth. 

She then told him, “Like I said... Proud of you”, and ruffled his hair. Then she glanced our way 

and added “Enjoy the biscuits kids”, with a charming smile that had half of us blushing without 

wanting to. 

Another time I was walking to my room and as I passed the room right before mine the door was 

wide open. Mom was facing the door. She was also on her knees straddling my “neighbor’s” 

face, wearing a schoolgirl outfit, and her hair up in two long pigtails. She was topless, and 

moaning as she rode him. I froze for a minute. I mean, fuck. She was so goddamn hot, and 

just… breathtaking. Like, anytime I saw her doing something even remotely sexual it was 

legitimately hard to breathe for a bit. 

Then I reached for the door to close it, and Mom’s eyes popped open as she blurted “No!”. It 

was so sudden that it startled me a touch. Then she closed her eyes again, and went back to 

her rhythm while clarifying in a much calmer voice, “He wants it open.” 

Full disclosure, I kind of hated that guy. Like, I liked almost all of my frat brother’s. I had even 

grown to stop hating the 3 guys who called my Mom, “Mom”. Took me awhile, but eventually I 

just accepted that you can’t help your kinks and I let it go. After all, everyone was pretty great to 

her (even if they had good reason to be); and generally speaking we were pretty good to each 

other too. But that guy… That guy was the only one who called her Mrs. (our last name) in this 

weird, over-enunciating way that made it clear that he was trying to constantly point out that she 

was my Mom. Anytime he got to do anything with her, he leered at me, instead of staring at what 

was right in front of him. Plus, I got the impression that he just took anything I outperformed him 

in as some kind of personal insult. It was like he was trying to be my Nemesis or something. 

Now, no lie; I honestly could have stood in the doorway and just watched her be that hot, 

moaning, seductress that she was for awhile. Even if it was with “nemesis-boy”. But I ended up 

heading back to my room as planned. After all, I didn’t want to just watch other people get 

rewarded, I wanted rewards too! 

That said, I felt like he’d wanted the door open, not because being an exibitionist really got to 

him or something; but more because he wanted people to see that he was with my Mom. Or 

even just see my Mom. He just, I don’t know, gave that vibe. But far from that impression fading 

over time, if anything, it was confirmed a week later. 

Mom had been working with Nemesis-boy on his diving for a big competition. What I’d seen had 

been a reward for all his progress. But a week after that, he’d nailed his performance and 

helped to secure a big victory against a rival school. So, he was due for a “big reward”...

Now, I knew from what I’d seen before, and because he was the kind of creep who said his 

sexual fantasies out loud and often, that he was into schoolgirl outfits, pig tails, air-heads, and 

innocence-play. Yet, that day Mom was not only wearing nothing that fit that motif, she was 

actually wearing a regular “Mom” dress. Like, from her real wardrobe from our real home. 

Now, it didn’t quite look the same as before. It was from before she took this job, and after Mom 

became a Den Mother, she’d filled out some. She had a larger chest and more accentuated 

curves now. So her pretty summer dress, once form fitting, but nothing that she couldn’t wear to 

a school dance or a PTA meeting, was suddenly very inappropriate. Her chest looked like it was 

going to bust her top button off and greet the whole room at any moment. The dress clung to her 

perfect ass much too well, and anytime she bent forward, even the tiniest bit, it would pull, and 

the line of her skirt would start to creep upward. 

But as hot as it looked, it didn’t seem like it was, “his thing”. So already I was suspicious. Then 

there was the fact that Mom was waiting in the living room area, per his request, to hear what he 

wanted for his reward. Apparently he got to choose for this big of a win, and that he wanted 

everyone to see him choose was probably not a great sign for me. He had us waiting a good 10 

minutes, but if he was trying to be an ass, he was failing. We were literally all good friends who 

didn’t find enough time to talk, and my Mom was absolutely everyone’s favorite person, even 

when her big tits weren’t threatening to come spilling out of a sexy dress. So we were all having 

a pretty great time while we waited.

Eventually though, he did show up, and after talking to Mom for a second, she gave him a mildly 

disapproving look, glanced at me, glanced at the room, and then held up a finger to him 

indicating that he needed to wait a minute. We were all kind of wondering what would make 

Mom say anything other than Yes, but she didn’t address all of us. Instead, she walked up to 

me, and began to whisper in my ear. 

Now, Mom isn’t super short or anything, but I am much taller than her, and with her dress being 

so tight, she had me sit down in an armchair so she could get to my ear easily. Of course, this 

meant that I wasn’t just sitting while she whispered to me, but that she was bent over at the 

waist in that too tight, too small dress as she did it too. Every head in the room was leaning to 

get a look up her dress as it rode halfway up her ass, and her cleavage line was so close I could 

have licked it while she whispered to me. I didn’t of course… but it was still one hell of a view. 

Mom then told me that I’d been doing very well since she took over as Den Mother, and that she 

was proud of me. Which was great, but why was she saying that now? 

Of course, she went on to explain that, per the university's instructions, she had a list of boys 

who were underperforming and needed punished, and a list of boys who were over performing 

and deserved rewards, and that I was not on the first list. Which, again, great but… 

Then she hit me with it. My self-proclaimed nemesis had told her that he wanted to fuck her right 

in front of me. More than that, he didn’t want her to hold back on the fact that I was her real Son. 

“It seems a bit like he wants to humiliate you sweetie”, she admitted in a whisper. “But… you 

don’t deserve any punishment, even if he does deserve a reward, so…”

“Mommy’s question is... Would it be punishment?” She pulled back then, just a little bit, so she 

could look me in the eyes properly when I gave my answer. She was biting her lower lip, and 

she seemed kind of unsure of herself, which was weird for her. And honestly, I really needed to 

think about it. Like, “I fucked your Mom!” had been the humiliating insult of choice for most of my 

life. But over these last few months, my relationship with both my Mom and that statement had 

changed a lot. I mean, FUCK. I’d actually been WANTING to see her have sex for several 

weeks now, but there was no way I was telling any of my frat brothers that. Shit, I didn’t even 

know what to think of that yet! 

But Mom needed an answer… and preferably right in that moment. 

Honestly, I had that rush of heat that had crept through my chest and gone straight to my brain, 

and my heart was pounding, and it was a little difficult to take a full breath. Like, this was A LOT! 

But, I moved my head forward, breaking eye contact because I really didn’t want anyone to hear 

me when I replied with, “Can I unzip first so I’m not, like, ‘trapped’ the whole time”. And in reply, 

Mom pulled back again and gave me this shocked/excited look. She was searching my face for 

something, and looking kind of, I don’t know. Like a cross between curious and giddy. Then she 

leaned back and, no longer sounding unsure of herself, but more like excited and surprised, she 

whispered, “Oh my god sweetie! Are you INTO this?!?” 

That felt like an accusation, but she was my Mom, and again, as I was staring at her big tits I 

had to admit that those little reminders of who she was to me, for some reason,  they did it for 

me. Even if I still didn’t know why. After a minute, I confessed with a small nod; and Mom pulled 

back a touch and gave me a quick, warm peck on the cheek. 

Then she was whispering in my ear again, “Okay… here's the deal”, she started, but as she did, 

her hand reached down and began to lower the fly on my pants. “I can do you a lot better than 

just unzipping you, BUT… I want you to try to play along, and if you can’t act like you don’t like 

it, then at least pretend that you hate that you like it.” Then her hand slipped into my pants, and 

again, that cool delicate touch brought my cock out into the air and gave my dick a tender 

squeeze that had me trying not to moan and failing. “Do you think you can do that?”, she purred 

gently. And since I wasn’t entirely sure that it would even be pretend, I nodded, and confirmed 

that I was pretty sure I could “fake” liking it. 

Then, much to my dismay, Mom let go of my cock. She put one hand on either arm of the chair I 

was sitting in, and addressed all the guys that were there. Which, looking around again, I was, 

pretty sure included everyone. Sure, maybe 1 or 2 were in a class, but they were not exactly 

who I was focused on right at that moment. 

“Okay boys,” Mom began. “So, I got a pretty strange request this time, and I just needed to warn 

my Son here; and now, frankly, I need to warn you too.” That got some murmurs going, and a 

few of the guys even managed to stop staring at her exposed ass and try to meet the eyes that 

were looking over her shoulder at the rest of the room. 

“Now, as all of you probably know by now, (My real, and full first name) is my Son. Not, ‘playing’ 

my Son. But my real, actual Son. Even after everything we do here, and after everything that 

you see me do, poor (my name again) ends up going home during the holidays, and there I am. 

His Dad and I, just going about our normal holiday routines as if the things you’ve seen here 

never happened. And I am sure, since you all have Mom’s of your own, you can imagine how 

hard that could be on him.”

Mom let that linger for a minute, and a couple of guys nodded or gave small verbal 

acknowledgements. I didn’t look to see what kind of looks they were giving me, because I didn’t 

want to see them. 

“Now,” she said. “As tough as it must be for him to see his Mom being all slutty for you boys, I 

don’t want you to think that I don’t LIKE being all slutty for you boys.” And she grinned at them, 

adding, “Because you know I do.” And with that, she gave the crowd a wink. “But, 

(nemesis-boy’s real name) very much likes the situation that this puts poor (my name) in. And 

for his reward, he would like to have sex with me, while I talk about it.” 

That got a mixed reaction. Some were obviously curious about what that meant or would sound 

like, while others acknowledged that it sounded like a dick move. But they didn’t have very long 

to ponder it, because Mom followed up her previous sentence almost immediately with, “Not in 

private…”

And the murmurs stopped. 

“But right here,” she said. Then, after a moment, she stepped one foot out wide, spreading her 

legs, and already bent over. “In front of my Son, and all of you.” And FUCK, I hadn’t realized 

how literally she’d meant “in front of”, until right that moment; when she stopped looking over 

her shoulder, and turned back to me. She looked me in the eyes, so close that I could feel her 

breath on my face!  Then, still keeping that eye contact, she added, “Right now…” and then she 

leaned forward just a bit, and gave me a kiss on the cheek, before adding, just loud enough to 

be heard, “Sorry sweetie.” 

Then her eyes fluttered a bit, and she bit her lower lip. A second later I heard the asshole, who 

was already behind her, ask, “Do you feel that Misses (my last name)?” 

“Yes!” she moaned into my face. 

“Tell your Son what you feel”, came the smug voice that was behind her. 

But Mom didn’t have any rivalry with this guy. She didn’t have any animosity, or issues with his 

smugness. In fact, it was literally her job at that moment to make his fantasy come true. And so, 

without hesitation, she went from fluttering her eyes into the back of her head, to staring directly 

into mine. Then she licked her lips from inches away, and breathily, she told me, “He’s running 

the head of his cock up and down my slit baby. I’m already wet for it,” she panted, “but he won’t 

stop teasing me.” 

“More Mom-stuff”, he said. 

Then Mom looked back over her shoulder at him. Nodded, and after a second she told him, 

“Here comes your big moment diving star… Don’t miss it.” 

Then she looked back at me, wetted her lips with a quick flick of her tongue, and with her voice 

still lusty and panting she said, “Give your Mother a quick kiss before he puts that big thing 

inside of me.” 

Then she lifted one hand and put it to my face, caressing my cheek as she leaned in just 

enough to bring her full, luscious lips up to me. Not to my cheek, but to my mouth! It was a soft, 

tender thing. But it was still my Mom kissing me on the lips, and in no time my head was 

spinning from it. 

Then the kiss went from a light touching of lips, to her mouth forcefully pressing into mine! And 

before I could wonder about the sudden change, she cried out, and her tongue spilled into my 

mouth and gave my tongue a sexual massaging that made me feel like I was going to cum just 

from the kiss. 

Thankfully I didn’t, but the tortuously intense teasing had only just begun. Because Mom started 

to pull away, but then again, mashed her lips into mine, and moaned into my mouth as her body 

shuddered with pleasure. 

“Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry but-” Then she bucked forward, and screamed lustily down my throat 

once more. “Oh god! Oh god!” she moaned as our mouths parted again. Both of her hands were 

now planted firmly on the armrests of the chair I was seated in. She managed to keep her 

tongue out my mouth long enough to explain, as she went back to looking me in the eyes, and 

told me, “He’s got his cock in me baby! He shoved it in while I was kissing you, and now I can 

feel his big dick spreading open your Mother’s tight little pussy!” 

He pulled back a bit then, and hesitated. He left himself with just the tip inside of her and he 

held it there, until she whimpered and squirmed, and tried to push back. 

“What are you trying to do?” He taunted. And Mom didn’t miss his queue, or hesitate to take the 

bait. “I want it!” she moaned. Then she looked at all the guys who were watching and told them, 

“I can’t help it. God, I’m such a fucking slut for you boys! Even with my Son living in the same 

house, it’s only the rules of the University that keep me from sucking and fucking all of you all 

day and night!” 

Then she looked back to me and apologized, “I’m so sorry baby, but this job has made Mommy 

absolutely crazy for college-boy dick! Even with you sitting right there, it’s all I can think about!” 

Then she looked back over her shoulder at the guy behind her, and with authority she told him, 

“More!”

He obeyed almost instantly, thrusting back into her, hard. But it wasn’t enough, and Mom just 

told him again, “More!”, and then she gripped the arms of my chair even tighter and said, 

“Harder!” 

Soon he was fucking her hard and fast as she gripped the chair, and moaned for all she was 

worth. 

At one point the guy fucking her lost his footing for a second, and Mom shuffled her feet forward, 

which made the position not really work. I didn’t know quite what was happening, but suddenly 

Mom was too close for this to work, and with her forehead practically touching mine, she gave 

me a secretive wink. 

A second later he had repositioned as quickly as he could, desperate to get back inside of her. 

But he’d been forced to move super close to us because of Mom’s repositioning, and now Mom 

was now grabbing the top of the chair instead of the arms. So when he started again, she 

moaned, and I could hear even more clearly the sounds of her wet pussy getting stuffed with 

cock. Except she was no longer looking me in the face, and when he started to fuck her, her 

breasts practically smothered me as my face was buried in her cleavage. 

“Wait,” Mom cried. Then she looked back over her shoulder and explained, “We need to change 

positions. You're forcing my kid's face into my cleavage every time you thrust into me this way!” 

I was beginning to realize that no one knew Mom had “greeted” me the same as everyone else 

on that first day. And when she said it, he stopped. Not, stopped like, “oh no, am I doing 

something really wrong”, but stopped like, seized up to keep himself from cumming. After a 

minute of him grimacing, and trying to hold back, he pulled my Mom upright again, and did a 

quick look around the room. 

He quickly spotted the baby-oil-like lube that the university handed out like free coasters. It was 

by the computer near the wall, and he had someone throw it to him. Then, just as my Mom 

asked what he was thinking, he reached up and pulled both of the straps down on her dress. At 

first, it pinned her arms down, and popped her cleavage out even more. But as he started to 

squirt entirely too much “baby oil” onto her tits, she helped him do what she clearly knew he was 

trying to do, and she began to oil up her own tits in front of us as she slipped her arms the rest 

of the way through the straps and allowed the top of the dress fall to her waist. 

Suddenly, my Mom’s tits were glistening with baby oil, and on full display to the whole room, as 

she was naked from the waist up. Then he started to move her back towards me, but he paused 

for a moment, seemingly stunned by something he saw. Then he said, “Holy crap his dicks out”. 

For just a second, I thought he might have realized that my being hard and out might mean I 

wasn’t hating this. But instead he just got a wicked grin, repositioned again, and this time, when 

he bent my Mother over, she gave a little yelp from the rudeness of it, and her tits fell squarely 

into my lap. 

I fucking gasped in pleasure! Her massive tits were sliding all over my dick as she squirmed, 

and he positioned her where he wanted. I couldn’t help myself. I must have looked like I was 

trying to back up straight through the chair as I mumbled the word “fuck” over and over again 

under my breath. 

A moment later he pushed his cock back inside of her, and she moaned loudly. She was 

positioned kind of awkwardly, and she ended up with her arms wedged into the seat with me, 

and her hands sort of slipped around me a bit and were holding on to me for support. After that 

first long moan though, she looked back at him and, accusingly, she gasped and called at him 

“Pervert!” Adding, “I’m his MOTHER!” 

But he just pulled back, and slammed his cock into her again. And again, she moaned, and 

rocked forward, squeezing my cock between her tits and sliding them up it, and then back down 

again after the force of his thrust abated. 

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, his arrogance plain to see. 

Mom looked between him and me, her eyes a little worried looking. She looked like she was 

biting her lower lip with sincere concern. Then he eased back, and she whimpered a little. Then 

he thrust into her again, and she moaned again. Twice more, he eased back slowly and she 

gave little lusty noises as he did, only to cry out with pleasure a second later when he shoved 

himself back inside of her. 

The whole time her very large, lubed up breasts were snuggling me in my Mother’s plentiful 

cleavage, and I could feel them slipping and rubbing all over me.

“Do you want me to stop?” he repeated. 

“No”, Mom cried out in response. “Don’t stop!” 

“Why?” he demanded. His desires were simple, and Mom read them like a book. 

Then she looked up at me, and spoke directly to me.

“Because I’m a whore for it”, she moaned; and he rewarded her with another hard thrust. She 

cried out in pleasure, and fed his fantasy even further. “I can’t believe I’m titfucking my own Son 

in front of his college friends”, she moaned, crying out when another thrust slammed into her 

and interrupted her words. Then she continued, “...while one of his well hung frat brothers... 

fucking POUNDS ME from behind!” 

That... was apparently too much for him, and his face twisted up into a series of tortured looking 

grimaces as he braced, and gritted, and told her that he couldn’t hold out any longer. He 

announced to the whole room that he was going to cum soon, and Mom didn’t miss a fucking 

beat. She just looked over her shoulder at him and asked, “Are you going to cum inside of me, 

for the thrill of it, or on my Face, so that everyone here gets a good look at (my first name)’s 

Mommy with her face covered in hot young cum?” 

He had a CLEAR preference and he immediately pulled out of Mom and tried to get her to her 

knees in front of him, but, lucky for him, she was all too happy to accommodate him. She left my 

lap, and kneeled between us, holding her oiled up tits up like a tray that was going to catch any 

cum that might fall off of her face; as he jerked himself off, and Mom told him that he’d “better 

make it a nice big load”, since a chance like this didn’t exactly come along every day. 

He came seconds later, shooting blast after blast of cum all over my Mother’s lovely face, and 

the whole time she moaned, and cooed, and told him how hot it was, and how good he was 

doing. 

When he was finally spent, he actually had to sit down on the floor. He just dropped where he 

was. Then Mom looked at the stunned crowd, kneeling in front of them with her dress hanging 

from her waste, her tits covered in baby oil and cum, and her face wearing a fresh load of it. 

Then she gave a little pout, and said, “Do you boys think this is enough cum?” A couple of them 

nodded, awestruck by what they’d just watched. But others grinned, and said no. To the second 

group, Mom shot a grin right back. Then she added, “Well, no one else has earned any special 

treatment tonight. But if any of you are already close, and can do it quick…” Then Mom gave the 

group a little wink, and suggestively hefted her tits up again.  

In a split-second, three guys jumped off the couch, had their pants around their ankles, and 

were furiously masturbating as they stood over my Mom. They’d been telling the truth about 

how close they already were, and not one of them lasted more than 60 seconds. The first one 

yelling that he was going to cum set off the second, and watching my Mom moan, and lick her 

lips as two guys came on her face and tits set off the third guy who quickly joined them. The 

three of them orgasmed all over my Mother’s face as she moaned for it and put on a show. 

In the end, they shuffled back to the couch to sit down, and my Mom looked over at me with a 

beaming smile. Then, she said, “Per our winner of the evening's request kiddo, I present to you 

your Mommy’s pretty face, absolutely slathered in hot college-guy cum… How’s it look?” 

Hot. So hot. Like, one of the hottest fucking things I’d ever seen in my life. But I felt like I couldn't 

say that. I think Mom saw me struggling, and figured out what was happening. Because a 

moment later she said, “Poor baby. I’ll find a way to make this up to you somehow. But, for 

now…” then Mom took out her phone, held it up, and took a series of selfies of her topless, oiled 

up self, all covered in cum. “Wouldn’t want to waste a moment like this, now would I kids” she 

said to the guys; and they all cheered her on. Each one was no doubt hoping that they’d do 

something later on that would earn them the privilege of getting some of those photos sent to 

them. 

Later that week, she sent me all of them, because she was awesome. But right at that moment, 

she was still supposed to be torturing me. 

So she stood up, offered her hand to me, and said, “Sweetheart, I know how awkward this must 

be right now, but I actually really need to talk to you about your grades… Follow me to your 

room please.” 

And just like that, Mom led me away, without even wiping the cum off her face first. Everyone, 

even the asshole diver, stayed where they were and gave us tons of space. Which it turns out 

was a very good thing. Because when we got to my room, Mom closed the door behind her, 

handed me her phone, and dropped to her knees. Then, she looked up at me with a smile that 

dripped with sin, and in a near whisper she said, “I think this face needs 1 more load of cum on 

it, don’t you sweetheart?”, and her hand was a blur as she jerked me off all over her face and 

tits. Then… she let me take pictures of that too! 

Of course, it didn’t end there. I mean, that was only a few months into Mom’s 4 years of 

guaranteed service for the Fraternity, with the possibility of staying for 8. Things only got wilder, 

and freakier, and crazier. We had campus events, threw holiday parties, and every time my 

lovely Mother was the main event of whatever we had planned. She continued to “reward” her 

high performers, and my Mom’s Frat produced the most high performers of any Frat in the entire 

University, including their other locations around the country! 

But, for me, the strangest, hottest, oddest thing; didn’t involve costumes, or bounce houses, or 

demons, or dogs. No, for me the strangest part was just after graduation. A group of the guys 

that I’d become closest with were all hanging out and playing some games and sharing some 

food for what might very well have been the last time. Then Mom walked in, Demoness, and 

Den Mother of our Fraternity for the very last time. As was normal, she just sat with us and had 

a totally normal conversation where she praised our hard work, and told us she would miss us. 

It was a lovely conversation and a nice send-off. But at the end of it, Mom asked for a ride 

home, and there was that moment of awkwardness where everyone was reminded, “Oh yeah… 

He goes home with her, and then she’s just… his Mom!” 

But I said sure, and, just before we left, Mom addressed the guys that were there. She said, 

“You know kids, you’ve been friends for years, it’s okay if you want to come over and hang out.” 

That seemed to shock them, and Mom laughed at their reaction. Then she said, “I mean, this 

stops…” Then just, gestured at her body and said, “All of this… once we leave the property. So, 

I’m not offering you anything kinky or anything. I’m just saying if you want to hang out with my 

Son at our house, I’d be happy to make you boys some snacks or something while you played 

video games, or watched movies. What do you think?” 

Honestly, I was a little surprised when everyone said yes. But it was a good surprise. These 

guys really had become my best friends over the years we spent together, even if there were 

some insane complications in the mix. So, we all headed back to our house, and before we 

even left, Mom had changed out of her demon form, and back to her regular self. 

Honestly, she was still gorgeous. Long beautiful hair, large breasts, long legs, killer smile, and a 

perfect ass. Plus, she’d had all that before! Then the demon magic had enhanced it all, just a 

little bit, and given her an aura of sexiness that followed her through all of her forms now. Still, 

we drove back in four cars, with my car crammed full of the guys who still desperately wanted to 

drive with my Mom, even in her normal form and even with her off the menu. She just laughed 

and went along with it. Ever charming, ever the flirt. 

We got back to my house, and Mom joined us for some video games. Then she made us all 

dinner, and joined us again for a movie. We were laughing and talking and having a great time 

in general. At one point Mom said that she was really grateful that her role in our lives hadn’t 

impeded our friendship at all, and she LOVED that we could all just be friends. To that, everyone 

agreed. 

Then Mom got up and added, “That said....”, as she walked over to the shades and closed off 

our view of the outside. Then she turned back to face us and finished, “... I know you boys 

figured out at some point that I really did like all that Mom/Son stuff people were always”, and 

she threw up air quotes as she said, “making me do.” Which, caused several of the guys to 

blush, look away, and stir uncomfortably. “So… I can’t help but think, here we are in my house. 

My Son’s bedroom is right down the hall. My marital bed is in the room right across from it. This 

is where we’ve been having family movie-night for over 10 years, and, just… God… Wouldn’t it 

be hot as fuck to leave all that demon stuff behind and just, Fuck the Shit out of your best 

friends Mom in every room in this house while her husband is away on business?” 

If I’d taken a drink before she’d said that, this would have been the moment where I spit it out. 

But I hadn’t, so I just kind of blurted out, “MOM!?!”, in total surprise! But she just shrugged it off, 

and looked back and forth between us with a knowing grin. “Oh don’t ‘Mom!’ me”, she teased. 

“You’ve enjoyed the last few years every bit as much as I have, and we both know it! So… what 

do you say boys? Want to see what my REAL face looks like with your cum on it?” 

And, in case you were wondering, their answer was yes. They stayed over for the next three 

days, and during that time, we fucked my real Mother, in her real body, in every room of the 

house. They made her airtight in my bedroom while Mom looked over at me and I filmed it. We 

bent her over in the kitchen while she was trying to make dessert and made a filthy mess, that 

we then all had to help clean up. We watched movies, and when we realized my Mom had been 

quietly jerking off the guys sitting on either side of her while we’d been watching the movie, 

everyone made a show of “Punishing her”, for leaving us out. 

We had her in the bathroom and shower, on Mom and Dad’s bed in her room, and even on top 

of the dining room table. They GANGBANGED my Mommy, and this time, I didn’t just sit in a 

chair and watch; I joined in. It should have been the same. I mean, similar stuff had been 

happening for years. But it wasn’t. It REALLY wasn’t. Seeing my Mom, in one of her “around the 

house” dresses, while she was on her hands and knees on my bed… Watching her get fucked 

from behind, and seeing her face as she grimaced in pleasure, and looked over at me to tell me 

that my buddy was fucking her “SO GOOD!” Then hearing her voice get get off as another friend 

got on the bed in front of her and filled her mouth up with his dick, only to hear crying out “Yes!”, 

and “Fuck”, but now it was muffled not only by her strained cries of pleasure, but by the fact that 

her lips were wrapped around a cock while she was still trying to tell me how good she was 

getting it. 

It was nothing like before, because it was 1,000 times better.

Also, yeah. The pictures were so much hotter with Mom’s real face on them. Dad doesn’t know 

it, but I know that Mom gets a huge kick out of the fact that there is a photo in my bedroom of 

me and Mom posing with my diploma. But if you open up that frame, there is a second photo 

behind it, of me, Mom, and 4 of my friends; and it is uh… less family friendly. 

College maybe over, but my Mother still has an incest fetish, a rockin’ hot body, and when she is 

feeling extra slutty, she knows exactly how to convince me to take my phone out and call up a 

bunch of my friends for “a sleepover”...

 

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