THE MOMMY KINK: PT2, THE APARTMENT

 

THE MOMMY KINK: PT2, THE APARTMENT

…I still had no idea how any of this was going to work, but Mom very clearly wasn’t shutting it 

down. Like at all. And just when I thought we were about to go and sit with Dad and get ready to 

enjoy some fireworks, Mom used my arm to pull me in close so she could whisper something. 

Then, she purred a question into my ear from so close that her breath was hot along my skin, 

and sent little shivers down my spine. She whispered, “So kiddo. Exactly how kinky does this 

Mommy fantasy of yours get?” I pulled back enough so that I could see her face when I 

answered her, and the moment that I did, I could tell from the look in her eyes that, if I played my 

cards right, my second incredible sexual adventure would start on the same night that my first 

one had!

The first signs of twilight were starting to show, and people at the cookout were starting to 

engage in the seemingly annual American tradition of “getting ready for the fireworks to start” 

WAY too early. That early buzz of “oh look, the sun will be setting soon, we should find good 

seats” started to go through the guests at the party. 

So, as the guy that my Mom and I had been talking with moved up to meet up with his date, Mom 

held me back a bit and pressed me for an answer to her question again. “Well?” She said, her 

tone mildly teasing. “Just how naughty do I get in these fantasies of yours?” 

It was a big question, one that was way bigger than I suspected she knew, and I gulped at the 

prospect of just answering it. Like, lesson learned, I definitely wanted to be honest! But at the 

same time, I didn’t want to say too much and have my Mom never be able to look at me the 

same again. 

So, I tried to soften the blow by giving a little laugh, and clarifying that, obviously , there was a 

difference between what I fantasized about and what was actually possible.  I was referencing 

the fact that most people could fantasize about a gangbang all they wanted, but not only was that 

never really going to happen, most people wouldn’t know how to handle a real one anyway. But 

Mom knew EXACTLY what I was talking about, and after I said it she grinned, raised her 

eyebrows at me, and took a moment to glance around at the swingers and kinksters who made 

up the total guest list of this party. Then, as if to emphasize the fact that this was her world, and I 

was the one who was only now dipping a toe into it, she said, “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about all 

that kiddo.” 

I almost made the stupid mistake of pointing out the gangbang example, when, not only did I 

remember that the guy we’d just been talking to had said that he’d seen my Mom in action at the 

center of a blowbang, but that Mom had heavily implied that she’d already done all kinds of stuff 

that I could only find in the most hardcore porn available. I caught myself in time, but I still hadn’t 

taken back what I’d said, so Mom added onto the pile of evidence countering my sensibilities. 

“I’ve even heard,” she said, lowering her voice and looking around before stepping into me to 

whisper the rest. “That one of the women here, deep-throated her own Son in front of a cheering 

crowd…” Then, with my blush growing and a fresh wave of heat melting my brain, she pulled 

away from her intimate whisper and shot me a sexy little wink. 

I was at a loss for words after that, but Mom didn’t let my stunned silence discourage her. 

Instead, she just started naming off kinky things and waiting for me to chime in, like I was going 

to point and say, “that one” at any given moment. 

Then she started talking about how Dad considered her to be his “dream girl”, his ultimate sexual 

fantasy, and so that lent itself really well to the swinging lifestyle, because there were a lot of 

things that you couldn’t see or hear the woman of your fantasies do unless they, well, did it! So, 

he quickly got comfortable with not being the only guy she was with, if it meant that he got to 

watch his fantasies play out in real life. 

At that point, Mom stopped and gave me a knowing smile as she said, “So, those fantasies of 

yours… the ones you worry would need to be left out of reality and exclusively in fantasy? Yeah... 

Mommy’s probably already done them. Twice. In costume!” Then she wiggled her eyebrows at 

me. She was being playful, but she was also teasing me with the woman of my dreams doing 

the dirtiest things from my fantasies, and, you know, also my MOTHER! So, I was overwhelmed 

on a variety of levels. 

But, since I wasn’t giving her a ton of feedback, Mom just kept going. She talked about how Dad 

loved taking her doggy style, but he realized that he wanted to actually watch her get taken doggy 

style. To see her breasts swaying, and see the faces that she made when she was moaning out 

for more. Then, once that door was opened, he asked her how she felt about being with a 

woman. Or multiple partners, and so on and so forth. 

“But, to really summarize all of it sweetie”, Mom said, her tone still low enough that it was a 

private conversation while no longer whispering into my ear. “The answer to all of your Dad’s, but 

‘Wifey Would You’ questions, was a yes from me. Every time. So, what I’d really like to do here, 

is skip to the end a bit. Or at least to the middle!” She said, giving a charming little laugh and 

petting my arm reassuringly. 

I… was still struggling. I know! She was offering me anything I could say, and I couldn’t find the 

courage to say anything! It was just… That’s my Mom! You know? I wanted it all, but I didn’t want 

to fuck any of it up. 

Mom waited, her eyes scanning my face and studying my expressions intensely as my mind 

raced and I tried to figure out what to say. But after a minute, her expression turned thoughtful. 

She seemed to go deep into thought for a moment, then her face lit up in an “aha!” moment, and 

she once again patted my arm, this time to make sure she had my attention. 

“I know,” she said, her smile absolutely stunning. “So, let’s start by saying that I’m glad what 

happened tonight happened. I was serious about all of it. You know my policy on honesty…” She 

said, her tone serious for just a moment. 

Then she went back to excitement as she continued, “So, I loved it, you clearly loved it, and here 

we are wondering what comes next right? What’s in the future? Well, why wait for the future, 

why not try something crazy, and dirty, and fun… right now?” 

Yeah, she had my attention. Everything about my body language told her to “go on…”, and in 

traditional Mom-fashion, she read me like a book. “Okay…” she began, her tone going 

conspiratorial as she excitedly whispered to me what she had in mind while also leading me 

around the side of the house and, in a very round-about way, towards our car. “Let’s start with 

some first timer stuff, but make it a little more advanced. So, the first thing I need to know is, do 

you want to watch? As in, is the idea of watching your Mother having sex hot to you?” I started to 

open my mouth to answer, and Mom turned slightly and touched a finger to my lips to stop me. 

“Honest answers only. Please don’t disrespect me or yourself by wasting our time with 

half-truths.” 

I was going to answer honestly, fully and truly. Not sure why I was more okay with that now that I 

had been just moments before, but I was. So I nodded to assure her, and then I told her “Yes”. I 

thought the idea of seeing her be sexual, and engage in sexual acts, was super hot. I’d honestly 

been fantasizing about catching her at a swinger party ever since I’d learned she went to them! 

When I admitted it, Mom grinned from ear to ear. She seemed super excited and happy. 

Honestly, I felt the same. This was crazy! But in a good way. When we got to the car, I opened 

the door for Mom since she waited at the passenger door, and then, since there was no one else 

there, I got into the driver seat of my Dad’s car. 

“Won’t Dad need…” I started. But Mom quickly hand-waved my concerns aside and assured me 

that he was hoping to “sleep-over” anyway; and the plan was always for Mom to take the car at 

the end of the night so that she could meet up with my Big Sister, Tasha. 

In the car, Mom dropped a bombshell of a question on me. “So…” she started, the tone shifting 

and the mood suddenly a little awkward. “If we rule out stranger danger, and the people who are 

at this kink party or one of the other ones, that sort of just leaves your friends as people who 

might enjoy what we are talking about, and who can be trusted to, you know, not murder us. 

So… does that still sound good to you?” 

She sounded so unsure of herself all of a sudden. Her hands were clenched in her lap, and now 

it was my turn to read HER body language. She seemed anxious, but only because I think she 

was afraid I would say no. It was a really bizarre question, and on any other night it would be 

either the stuff of nightmares, or at least it would have very much screamed “trap!”. But now? 

“Do you mean that you would… them?” I asked, like a suave person would. 

Mom nodded, and I took a moment to think about it. “Would that work?” she asked into the 

silence. I’ll be honest, at first I wasn’t sure. Like, at all! But, the moment I pictured my Mom on 

her hands and knees, moaning, her tits swaying at she got fucked from behind… HOLY SHIT! 

Yeah, the answer was yeah! As long as she was safe and she was into it, I was beginning to 

realize that I didn’t fucking care who it was! 

In my head, I acted like she couldn’t tell my face was now bright red from blushing, or that my 

cock was rock hard and pressing hard into my clothes again. I just cleared my head, and cool as 

I could, I told her that yeah, I would be okay with that. 

But, the “how” of it suddenly hit me, so I asked her how we would even pull that off. At which 

point Mom let out a laugh, and I saw all the tension leave her. She’d been worried about my 

reaction, but not about anything that came after. 

She patted me on the leg with an “Oh you! You’re so silly” gesture, and then made the reason for 

her confidence clear when she asked me, “Sweetie… Do you think that your Mom is going to 

have a hard time trying to seduce a room full of teenage boys? Let alone a group of 18-19 

year-olds that have been blatantly trying to sneak peeks at my cleavage line for the entirety of 

their post-pubescent lives?”

Yeah. She had me there. Like I mentioned before, if I had two problems with how hot and fun my 

Mom was, one was how awkward it was growing up while being sexually attracted to her. But the 

other was my buddies openly lusting after her since the moment we learned how to lust. So, 

Mom “seducing” one of them probably wasn’t going to be a problem. 

Holy crap was this really happening?!?

I asked Mom where I was driving before any kind of freak-out had time to set in, and she grinned 

at me, looking sexy as hell in the seat right next to me, and asked me if any of my buddies were 

celebrating the night out of the public eye. Her sentence was a touch too classy for where my 

brain was at, but after a moment, I decoded it, and let her know that my best friend had a few 

guys over at his apartment that night because you could see our hometown’s fireworks from his 

back patio. 

Mom said “Perfect”, and leaned back in her seat. So, I started driving. After about 15 minutes of 

driving while repeating over and over in my head,  “Oh god is this really happening?!?”, we 

arrived at my buddies apartment complex, and Mom asked me to lead her to the right apartment 

(I think she was just trying to keep me on task so I didn’t have time to freak out). It was on the 

first floor, tucked in between a bunch of others in a big sprawling complex. It had a sense of 

community to it though. 

Before I had time to, well, anything, Mom knocked on the door and my buddy Scott opened it to 

the sight of me standing there in jeans and a t-shirt; but my Mom standing there in, a teeny-tiny 

pair of cut up jean shorts, and a top that was basically a bikini top that unzipped in the front. He 

fumbled over his words, and greeted my Mom as Mrs Smith. Which was weirdly formal and 

showed just how flummoxed he was. Normally all my friends just called her Misses S. 

Mom told him that we were there to hang out, if they would have us, and he quickly invited us 

both inside. He called ahead with a quick warning that my Mom and I had just arrived together. As 

we walked in, a couple of guys quickly stashed beer cans clumsily out of sight, but aside from 

that, they mostly just stared, sucked in their guts, and tried, badly, to look as good as possible as 

quickly as possible when we walked in. 

Oh god… I’d never seen that from this side of it before. Did we always look that desperate and 

dumb when we spotted a pretty girl? 

By now the sun had actually set, and the back patio light was on. The patio door was wide open. 

In my house, that would have been a crime, but it was Scott's apartment and he relished being 

able to do whatever he damn-well-pleased with it. 

The apartment was small. Tiny entrance flanked by a kitchen. The kitchen had a view of the living 

room that made up most of the place (which wasn’t much). Off to the other side was a small 

hallway that connected to the bedroom and bathroom, and that was it. The bedroom was 

dominated by a king sized bed that took up so much of the room it was in, I literally couldn’t 

imagine how Scott had gotten it in there. The apartment wasn’t anything to write home about, but 

when a few of the guys had tried to give him crap about it, he’d rightly pointed out that it was 

infinitely larger than the apartments they didn’t have yet, so they could shut the fuck up about it. 

Mom walked out onto the patio and asked if someone could grab her a water (wouldn’t want to 

corrupt the kiddo’s after all). My friend Eric hopped to it. I’d known Eric since we were kids, but he 

was probably my second best friend.  While Eric was off grabbing her a drink, Mom looked 

around the patio for a spot to sit down. A moment later, she accepted when Noah offered her his 

lawn chair. I knew Noah from high school, but Mom had also been his English teacher for senior 

year, so he kind of knew her twice over. Because of that, he was probably the only one who 

called Mom Mrs. Smith instead of Mrs. S. He’d just spent more time using her full last name, 

unlike everyone else. 

I was honestly wondering how this whole thing could possibly play out, when my Mom continued 

the theme of dropping Earth shattering bombs on my life by just, up and blurting out why we 

were there! 

She told the guys that we’d been at a swinger/kinkster party and the subject of Mommy fantasies 

had come up. At which point my Mom and I had both realized that we shared a fantasy. She liked 

playing “Mommy” to guys my age, and I had a thing for women who just so happened to look like 

my Mom, doing that exact thing. 

That got several shocked looks, but seeing as my drop dead gorgeous, and scantily clad Mother 

was talking about sexy stuff, no one opened their mouths, or dared to in any other way interrupt 

her. Instead they all just pulled up their chairs around her, no longer caring about when the 

fireworks were going to start. 

Mom was telling them all about how we’d gotten to talking about how we should proceed with this 

information, and what our next steps were, only pausing to say “Thank you sweetie”, when Eric 

came back with her water. 

“So, are you guys going to like, do it?”, my friend Will asked. Every group has it’s idiot, and in our 

group, that idiot was Will. Of course, as soon as he said it the guy on either side of him smacked 

him in the arm. But Mom just smiled, and informed them that we planned to start a little smaller 

than that. 

From behind me, my best friend, John, asked, “Is it okay if we asked what that would look like? 

What that means?” At his question, Mom shot him a playful look and admonished, “Of course! 

After all, here we are, openly talking about it with you boys. So clearly we trust you all!” 

Mom then gave them all a light overview of the swinger community, a couple of the various kink 

communities, and then floored everyone and filled their “fantasy banks” to full for a year when 

she told them that her and my Dad were active participants in all of the above. As the 

conversation rolled on, she answered many of their questions, and my Will earned himself 

several more arms smacks with wildly off topic sex questions at least twice more. Mom was 

good natured about all of it though, and just laughed them off before answering someone else’s, 

more reasonable questions. 

After about 30 minutes of very open conversation about the kink-world and how my Mom 

engaged with it, my best friend revisited his question from before. John asked her, “But… how 

would you guys even explore that, and why come here?” Before my other friends could will guns 

into existence and shoot him dead, he quickly added on “Not that I don’t want you here! Cause I 

do! We do! I just mean that-”; then Mom’s laugh cut through his panic, and everyone’s tension 

vanished. If only for a moment. 

“Don’t worry about it sweetie. I know what you meant.” She said reassuringly. Then she 

answered his question in a way I hadn’t been expecting. “Well, we came here because we 

needed a group of guys who might be horny, and willing enough to play along with, well… with 

my Son getting to see me come out of my Mom persona and be a bit more… let’s say ‘playful’. 

But we also needed people that we could trust to be safe, to be discreet, and know the difference 

between ‘harder’ and ‘stop’. So… did we come to the right place?” 

At that, everyone was nodding and offering every assurance that they could think of that they 

were the most trustworthy men to ever walk the Earth. When they were done, Mom smiled and 

said, “Good! So, I was thinking, just to start off with… how about a bit of wet t-shirt fun?” 

The guys had to visibly adjust themselves, but before one could ask what she meant for the 

millionth time, Mom happily clarified. 

She explained that, it would be a good starting point. Sexual, and very obviously making her the 

object of sexual attention, while also not being too terribly overt. Before any of the guys could find 

words for their reactions, Mom asked, “So, would one of you be a dear and grab me a white 

t-shirt to wear, while another one of you boys gets some warm, but not HOT… water?” 

Everyone scrambled to help at once, and, for just a second, the whole situation was funny. But, 

two minutes later, Scott came out of his bedroom holding a white tank top and asking if it would 

do. All eyes were on my Mom as she gave him a flirty grin and pulled it over her head. Then her 

hands were in the shirt as she unzipped and removed the only other top she’d been wearing. 

Then, like it meant nothing to her, she tossed the top that she’d worn to Scott’s apartment aside, 

and, leaning back in her chair she said, “You tell me boys. Will this do?

Ho-

Ly-

Shit!

She looked SO hot! The tank top fit her terribly! 

Scott was too tall and too broad for a shirt like that to fit her correctly, so the dip at the front was 

much too low and we found ourselves staring at a long, deep, glorious line of cleavage! But it 

also dipped oddly on the sides! It was a bit of a muscle shirt, and, as we were looking at my 

Mother’s cleavage line from above, the material of the shirt also didn’t really start until halfway 

down the side of her massive breasts! She was showing all the right glimpses of skin anyway 

that you looked at her, and as we stared, it became very clear that despite the warmness of the 

night, her nipples were standing firmly at attention. 

All the guys spent the next two minutes trying to compliment her on how good she looked in the 

shirt without sounding like creeps, and on the last part, at least, they all failed. No one could 

blame them though, we were all ogling her, and her body absolutely demanded the attention we 

were giving it. 

Mom was just kicking back and letting everyone stare and compliment her for a few minutes. But 

then her smile grew considerably, and she tipped her head a bit at Noah, standing by her feet 

and holding a giant popcorn bowl full of warm water. “Noah dear,” she teased with a smile. “The 

water won’t still be warm if you don’t hand it to me soon.” 

At her words, he almost tripped and face-planted trying to get her that bowl of water, but, for 

once, none of us wanted that! He gave her the bowl with a nod and managed not to call her Mrs 

Smith as he awkwardly backed away, almost tripping again as he was seemingly afraid to look 

away and miss “the big moment”. Mom looked to Scott again, and asked him if it was okay if she 

poured it out there, to which he could not answer yes fast enough. But, despite his rampant 

hormones, he did pause for a moment when my Mom warned him that even in the summer air, 

she would get cold if she waited on his patio long enough to dry off naturally, and so she also 

asked him if he would be okay with her going inside in a few minutes with the shirt still wet. 

The guys were giving him “COME ON MAN!” looks, but after a few moments of deliberation, 

Scott agreed that he would be okay with it. Once he gave the okay, Mom didn’t hesitate. She just 

gave us all a grin, tipped her chair back, and poured the water out over her chest. There was 

more than enough of it to soak the whole shirt. 

Somehow, I got the impression that Mom had done this before. If only because, when she sat 

back up and fixed her chair again, it was clear that she’d somehow managed to keep her hair 

dry. Not only that, but she hadn’t gotten any water on her shorts or shoes either. That said, I think 

I was the only one who noticed any of that since Mom’s dark areola and firm nipples were now 

clear as day, and held tightly by the now see-through shirt. 

For reasons I didn’t understand, the low dip of the shirt, and even the generous side boob still 

looked super fucking hot! Water was running down her chest and her torso, and dripping 

everywhere as she smiled at us and took obvious pleasure from our reactions. 

Everyone was staring, and I was 100% right there with them, so I couldn’t say shit. Then Mom 

said, “See, this is a good start. But… anything sex related should always be mutual. So, before 

we escalate any further, are any of you boys willing to show me what you’ve got?” Mom looked 

around the group, her expression curious. At first, no one said anything or moved a muscle 

except to look down or away. But then Mom added, “How about just the sight of you pressing 

against your boxers or underwear? Haven’t I at least earned that much?” 

She delivered the last with a little pout that had everyone kicking themselves internally. My best 

friend John walked out from behind me and said, “I’ll do it”, though he didn’t seem happy about it. 

I think, like most of the other guys, he was equal parts, worried about the other guys making fun 

of him, and of Mom not being impressed. He needn’t have worried though. My Mom was a 

powerhouse in the kink community for a reason, and there was more than 1 way to make people 

“feel good”. No matter how John looked, or how big or small he’d ended up being, I’m sure Mom 

would have made him feel like a champion. 

That said, when he walked up to her and pulled his pants down, stepping out of them, I wasn’t 

ready for just how encouraging my Mom planned to be. Safe to say, everyone was surprised, 

when she reached up and grabbed the outline of his cock through the cloth of his boxers, and 

gave a little moan before saying, “Oh Johnnie… That was Impressive.” Then she gazed up at 

him and added, “I do love a bit of bravery in a potential lover.” 

At her words, every ear perked up. Did she just say “potential lover” by accident, was written 

plain as day on the faces gathered there. Then Mom stroked her hand up and down John’s shaft 

a few times, giving it a few quick pumps before letting it go, and thanking him for being the only 

one brave enough to meet her halfway. 

John stepped back a few moments later, seeming pained to move away from her. Then Mom 

looked down at her top again, and, quirking an eyebrow at him, she asked my buddy, “How 

attached are you to this shirt?” 

He seemed hesitant, and curious as he asked her why. But then Mom wasn’t talking to him 

anymore, she was talking to the whole group as she pouted again and complained that she didn’t 

like the way it was clinging to her stomach. Then she drew an imaginary line with her finger, just 

below her breasts, and told John that, if she had some scissors, and his permission, she would 

like to cut the shirt right there. 

A second later he said, “I’ll get you some scissors” and everyone was staring and leaning in 

when he came back and handed them to her. Mom moved the tip of the scissor blade to her 

abdomen, but after a moment she paused, and stood up instead. Then, carefully, she cut the 

shirt outward from the middle, removing everything below her breasts in the front. When she 

was done, she set the scissors down and addressed everyone as a group again. 

“I’m looking for a volunteer again, to help me with this”, she said, holding up the half cut scraps of 

shirt on either end. “But, again, if you want to keep following me on this journey, it’s only fair that 

you strip down to your boxers, the same as li-... The same as Johnnie did.” We all knew that she 

was about to call John “little Johnnie”, but that was just because, with all of my childhood friends, 

Mom had known them their whole lives. So she still called my Buddy Mike, Michael, and so on. 

But, of course, no one wanted to be called “little” anything after having their dick played with; and 

Mom got that. We all knew we could be next, and so without saying a word, everyone silently 

agreed to “not notice” what she’d almost said. 

This time, people were eager to be chosen, and Eric, the fastest of my friends, was out of his 

shoes and pants, and standing at my Mom’s side in seconds. 

Lesson learned, the rest of them decided their awkwardness wasn’t worth it, and joined him in 

standing in just their underwear. When Eric got to Mom, she turned so that he was behind her, 

which put her facing us and the apartment itself. Then she had him grab the cut shirt on either 

side and instructed him to finish removing it along the back.

She started to say something about being careful not to wreck the whole shirt, but she was 

interrupted when he used her existing cuts to simply rip the unwanted part of the shirt off of her. 

When he did, Mom gave a loud squeak of surprise, then, quickly looking over the shirt and 

approving of what she saw, she reached back and grabbed his bulge, forcing a moan from him 

as she cupped his balls. Mom gave a little moan right back, and commented, “Such a good 

boy… and I do love a strong man too.” Once again, her hand lingered. As if to say, if anyone was 

confused if this was a mistake or not, here is me blatantly playing with his dick for an extra 

minute just to make sure that we are all on the same page. 

Once she’d finished, she released him, and, looking around she gave another good natured 

laugh before commenting that, now that we looked like we were about to film a porn, we should 

probably all head inside and away from prying eyes. 

The guys, suddenly aware that they were outdoors in their underwear, quickly agreed and we all 

headed inside.The back patio had some privacy, since there was a little 6 foot wall on either side. 

But it wasn’t something you couldn’t see over if you were tall, and it wasn’t something you 

couldn’t see around. Plus with it being the 4th, and a bunch of people probably being outside…

Once the door was closed behind the last person, Mom took center stage again, and, drawing 

attention to her shorts, she asked, “Do you know what the best part about these shorts is?” 

Then, not waiting for a reply, she began to play with the tiny strip of denim that made up the entire 

bottom portion. “No matter what kind of panties you are wearing, you get to show them off, and it 

takes no effort. No matter how I sit, no matter where I sit; anyone that I want to know, is going to 

know exactly what I’m wearing underneath them. But, for the same reason, they can also be fun 

with no panties...”

At that Mom paused, and licked her lips as she grinned up at us and asked, in a sultry tone, 

“Wanna see?” 

Everyone was nodding a “hell yes!”. But Mom paused again, and said, “Bravery first. If I’m going 

without underwear, so is at least one of you.” Again, most of the guys had that moment of hesitation. 

But once again, our host, Scott, was the first to acknowledge the pattern and go for it. 

He dropped his underwear to the floor, and next thing you know, his dick was wagging back and 

forth from the suddenness of the action. 

Mom smiled approvingly, lifting her eyebrows as she stared and she commented, “Very nice 

young man. Very nice indeed.” Then, without another word, she turned her back to us, and 

walked over to the corner of the room. There, she unbuttoned her shorts, glanced over her 

shoulder at us, and then slowly moved them down to the floor. 

We were all staring at her absolutely perfect ass, when she slipped out of her panties, and then, 

after shooting us another glance over her shoulder, Mom pulled her shorts back up and 

rebuttoned them back into place. Then, turning back to fully face us, she walked back over to the 

group. Her walk a sexy sway that none of us could ignore. “I’m going to reward your bravery now, 

aren’t I?” She purred. Scott nodded, and in her new, wickedly sexual tone she said, “Yes. I am. 

Of course I am…” Then she reached forward and touched his dick, skin to skin. Her long red 

fingernails were a striking, stark, and sexual contrast against his skin as she gave him a few 

long, slow strokes. 

We were all convinced that was the reward, so he wasn’t the only who gasped in surprise when 

my Mom stepped towards him, standing almost as tall as him in her very tall high heels, and, 

pulling that little strap of denim to the side again, she moved the head of his dick towards her 

now exposed pussy lips. “See what I mean?” She asked softy, as she licked her lips again, and 

ran the head of his cock along her slit, even though, in a way, she was still fully dressed. 

He just moaned and shuddered. He looked like he was legitimately going to fall over for a 

second, but Mom seemed to hold him up by placing a single finger on his chin, and tipping his 

face up towards hers. 

Then she planted a full, intense kiss on his mouth, and very clearly tasted his tongue with her 

own for a moment. After she’d left him beat red, and gasping for breath, she released his cock, 

and told him he should go and sit down. He tried to reply, but no words came out, and he ended 

up simply nodding and moving over to a nearby lazy boy that he promptly fell into. 

Mom sat across from him, on the couch against the wall, and despite her looking like a 

half-naked goddess of lust and desire, no one made a move to join her there. 

Of course, it might have had something to do with the view she was presenting everyone. Her 

shirt was white, wet, and showcasing her massive breasts and dark areola perfectly. Her nipples 

were firm and seemed to be begging to be touched, and her body still had tiny rivulets of water 

running down it, as if to highlight how perfect and lickable her skin looked. The shirt was sexy as 

hell before she’d cut it up so high that tipping your head the tiniest bit meant catching a peak of 

underboob, and we were all certain that if she were to give a good stretch the whole thing would 

just pop up over her breasts and never come back down. On top of that, or, beneath it rather, her 

already sexy little jean-shorts now gave clear glimpses of her pussy as she sat across from us, 

her feet spread to either side of her body. Her high heels kept her knees up just a little too high, 

and images of her tipping onto her back and getting a quick hard fuck were definitely running 

non-stop on everyone's mental playlists! 

Then Mom reached up under her shirt, and gave one of those hard and waiting nipples a rough 

pinch, and when she did she let out a moan that was so hot I couldn’t be sure if at least one of 

my buddies didn’t cum just from the sound of it! 

We were all struggling for air, and dry mouthed as she held our attention captive. Then Mom 

smiled and looked away, saying “Oops… Sorry boys. I just couldn’t help myself for a second 

there.” But the guys quickly assured her that they hadn’t minded, and when Will blurted that it’d 

be fine if she wanted to do it again, this time, no one hit him, or even corrected him. 

The mood was tense, would be putting it way too mildly. The air was thick with sexual tension.

Then, out of nowhere, Mom looked at me and said, “Well sweetie, I think that you’ve had one hell 

of introduction to your Mom as someone who is sexy, and does sexual things… Do you want to 

call it there and head home?” 

And, I swear to you, I have never before, or after, seen anyone look as desperate as my friends 

when they looked at me like I was about to group kick all of their puppies at once. Mom made a 

noise that may have been a quick laugh, but she was covering her mouth with her hand when we 

glanced back, and the moment I went to speak, all eyes were back to me. 

“I’m…” I started, and I was actually forced to pause for a moment by how intensely everyone was 

suddenly looking at me. But, after a moment, I began again, “I would like to see more Mom. If 

that’s okay with you?” She played along, looking pensive as she seemed to struggle with the 

decision. Then she said, “I… I could go for a bit longer I suppose. As long as you are still 

comfortable with it, that is. I nodded, but told her, only half playing, that I didn’t know what would 

come next after everything that she’d done so far. 

When I did, Mom gave a wicked smile. Then, in the most suggestive tone I had ever heard, she 

said, “Oh, I have some ideas…” One of the guys asked if she would take the shirt off, and she 

quickly replied that if they wanted to see her tits, they would need to earn it. The way she said it, 

she was so serious. But there was no time to dwell on her meaning, because Mom started 

listing off things that she could do, but wouldn’t. 

So, for example, she said she could do a little strip show, but then she dismissed the idea, 

commenting that she’d basically already done that, she’d just taken a slower, more round about 

approach to it. “But,” she clarified, as she gestured towards her exposed pussy, long legs, half 

exposed ass (They really were tight little shorts), and torn up, see-through t-shirt, “I don’t think 

anyone has any ground to complain about what I’ve shown them.” Then she gave the guys an “I 

dare you” look, and asked, “Do you?”. Her tone made it clear that they were expected to answer. 

They all admitted, quickly and without issue, that they were very happy with what they could see! 

Then Mom looked pensive for a second, tapping her chin with the tip one of those long red nails, 

like she was thinking. Then she said, “I know! Hey sweetie,” she asked, looking my way. “Which 

one of these boys would you say has been the most helpful in the last 6 months. Not, which one 

is your best friend, we all know who that is”, she said, clearly John, who I’d known since before I 

was even one year old. “...But, the one who has been the most helpful over the last 6 months or 

so.” 

I thought about it for a minute, and I had one friend who was going to be the first of us to go away 

to college, Eric. He’d moved into a dorm about an hour from here recently, and despite that, he’d 

helped me out with a ton of projects, even when other friends had been too busy. I remembered 

thinking at the time that it was crazy what a stand up guy he’d been, considering how much he 

clearly had on his own plate. “Honestly?”, I began. “Probably Eric.”

“Really?” Mom said, sounding surprised and impressed all in the same breath. “Well then,” she 

said, “Eric sweetie,” she purred. Then she gave him a sinful smile, along with a ‘come hither’ 

curl of her finger. “Would you be a dear and come over here please?” He looked like he’d just 

been chosen from the studio audience at a game show, and the other guys actually clapped him 

on the back and urged him on, matching that vibe. 

Eric gave a little jog up to my Mom, still standing in just his boxer shorts, and, probably because 

of how well things had gone for the last guy, he only hesitated for a second when my Mom asked 

him to take his underwear off. 

She was still sitting on the couch, her legs spread a little wide. When he got to her, Mom looked 

around him at the guys behind him, before she decided to have him move a bit. She asked Eric 

to stand slightly to her side, so her view of the other guys was unobstructed. But, once he was 

actually in position, she didn’t even look at them, she looked at me. 

“Well honey, I think that if we are going to keep going, we should address the hardest thing that a 

boy your age might have to deal with when starting to see his Mom as an adult who has sex. And 

that is the breaking of the innocent Mommy image that most guys have, and probably always will 

have of their Moms.”

“After all,” she said matter-of-factly. Then, she made air quotes and over exaggerated the word 

“MOM”, before continuing, “Is the person who tucks you in at night. Sang you songs to help you 

sleep. Kissed your forehead, and took your temperature when you didn’t feel good. So, how do 

you go from seeing someone as the person who put bandaids on the skinned knees of you and 

your best friend…”, and as she mentioned him, she gestured towards John again and blew him 

a little kiss. “...to an object of sexual desire?”

After a pause, Mom pushed her own tits together, and addressed the group again as she said, “I 

mean… THESE help.” That got a laugh from everyone. But then she was back to looking at me, 

and, in a serious tone she said, “I have to think that we’ve got to switch some of those images 

over, and replace them with new images. New things that you can picture.”

After a moment, she asked me, in a VERY suggestive tone, “Steven… How does Mommy’s 

lipstick look right now?” 

And out of nowhere, my pulse was pounding, and my temperature was spiking. I wanted to ask, 

“what?”, but knew better than to give her fuel like that. How could this possibly be the next step, 

or the natural progression. But I had no time to discuss or debate any of it. Because a moment 

later, without waiting for an answer, Mom turned back to the guys who were waiting and asked 

them a different question, instead. 

“What do you boys think? Would it help you to see me less as a sweet and loving Mommy, and 

more as a… let’s use the phrase, Whore-Mommy, if I sat across from you all, with no panties on, 

my legs spread, in a cut up, wet t-shirt…” Then she reached up and grabbed Eric’s dick as he 

stood to her right, adding. “...And I sucked on this nice hard cock? You know… like a good little 

whore?” 

Some of my friends said yes, other practically shouted out “FUCK YES!”, and others still just 

grabbed seats and stared in anticipation. 

I ended up sitting down myself as I was suddenly dizzy, and my erection was so strong it felt like 

it was trying to kill me. 

If nothing else, Mom’s words hit me like a truck. Like, it was crazy to look at her now and SEE it, 

but the transition from her regular summer clothes, to her party clothes, to my buddies t-shirt, to 

this, had all happened so slowly. It had been a long, drawn out, piece by piece thing. I had just 

kept thinking, “Wow, that’s even sexier than before”. But now… 

Hearing her say “Whore-Mommy”... 

I suddenly looked at her again. Her cowgirl-hooker jean shorts in no way matched her pin-up high 

heels, and that little teasing strap, all scrunched up at the bottom, was doing more to show us 

her pussy-lips than to hide them. It went from accidental and lucky, to suddenly looking much 

more sexually insidious. 

Her shirt was too tight because she had huge breasts, too revealing because it was made for a 

guy, and it was also wet, transparent, and clinging to her body because she’d poured water over 

it to make a group of teenage men drool. Now, as she sat there, her legs opened wide, her 

breasts on display from the bottom, top, and sides, as well as being visible through the material 

at the front… 

Mom shot me a wink as she licked her full red lips in my direction. Eric’s dick, the dick of one of 

my friends, was literally waiting in her beautifully manicured hands; and the word “Whore” 

suddenly seemed like the most promising, sinful, and accurate thing I’d ever heard. 

She was looking right at me. Then she opened her mouth, moved it towards his waiting cock, 

and, with a moan, my Mom wrapped her lips around it. At first, it stayed like that. Every bit of it, a 

show. 

She would take him out, and run her tongue slowly along the length of his shaft, flicking it lightly 

along the way. Then she would push him into her mouth again, and feign surprise and pleasure 

as she forced her cheek to bulge outward with the head of his cock inside of her. 

It went on like that for several minutes, not so much her making a show of giving Eric a blowjob. 

But more, her making a show of defiling my Mother’s face and mouth with my buddies hard 

cock. She wasn’t trying to convince anyone that she, swinger, kinkster, hotwife, and all around 

goddess, was amazing at sucking cock. No, it was all about who she was to me. She knew it, I 

knew it, and as it continued, she made sure everyone else knew it too. 

“Oh my god sweetie, he’s really getting in there isn't he?” she would comment, before noisily 

plunging him down her throat a few times. 

When she pulled him out of her throat with a loud and lusty moan, literally every one of my 

friends who was watching squirmed and then had to lose their underwear because of the strain it 

was putting on them. Mom watched them do it with obvious hunger in her stare. Then she 

named each of the friends in turn as she pointed at them. “Let’s see. We have Johnnie, Will, 

Scott, Mikey, and Noah…” When she’d named the last one, she said, “Oh my… that makes 5.” 

Then she grinned in my direction and her look alone would have made me instantly hard if I 

hadn’t already been the hardest I’d ever been in my life! She still had  Eric’s dick in her hand, and 

she was aiming it at her face as she steadily stroked him and he moaned and whined about how 

good it felt. 

Then Mom said to me, “I’m not going to lie sweetie, I have PLANS with your Sister for later on 

tonight, and I really don’t think we have time to go through SIX of your friends. At least… not one 

at a time.” She was counting the guy in her hand, and not just the five who were naked, 

watching, and hanging on her every word. 

“So,” she teased. Then she pointed to her purse, hanging by the front door, and since I wasn’t a 

fucking idiot, I picked up on what she was asking for and I grabbed it for her. But, as many times 

as I’ve grabbed my Mom her purse, or her wallet, or something like that; I’d never had to walk it 

up to her while she sat with her legs spread and jerked a cock off that was aimed at her face 

before! 

I found that my legs weighed a ton, and it was as hard to breathe as it was to think. It only got 

worse as I walked closer, and my Mom’s look told me, plain as day, that she knew exactly what I 

was experiencing. That this was a part of it. This was one of the things that she’d planned! For 

me to walk up to her as she sat exposed, dressed like a prostitute, mid-job, and stroking off a 

guy that I knew! More than that, she was doing so with a grin that told the 5 guys who were 

watching her how much she was loving it all. 

Those last few steps were so intense, and then, as if to make it even more so, Mom didn’t take 

her purse when I held it out for her. Instead she thanked me sweetly, and glanced between the 

purse, my buddy, and me, while I held it for her, and she casually looked through it. She was 

sorting through her purse with one hand, and stroking Eric off noisily with the other! 

When she’d found what she was looking for, she thanked me again, shot me another wink, and 

tossed a small clear bottle of something to Scott. He caught it, and looked at what she’d thrown 

him. It was a bottle of flavored lube. “Scott sweetie, would you be dear and pass that around for 

me?” Mom asked him. 

15 minutes ago, My Mother’s full, luscious lips had been expertly painted with vibrant red lipstick. 

But now, it was smeared, messily; and much of it was now being worn by Eric’s dick. It was with 

that filthy visual that she ever so sweetly told the rest of my friends what she figured the next 

step was. 

“I’m so sorry boys.” She apologized. But she was interrupted briefly by Eric whimpering that he 

was “So Close!”. Mom just shushed him gently, saying, “I know sweetie”, and having him sit 

down on the couch beside her. She whispered for him not to worry, and promised that she was 

going to take good care of him. Then she turned her attention back to the rest of the guys. 

“I know I told you all…”, then she turned to me, and seemingly genuinely apologetic she said, 

“especially YOU sweetie…”. Her gaze paused on me, her eyes asking for sympathy and, with 

their intense beauty, gaining it instantly.  Then, after a moment, she looked back to the other 

guys. 

Mind you, her hand was still moving on gracefully up and down the length of Eric’s dick, it had 

simply slowed to a crawl. Still pumping him steadily, just very slowly. He was squirming, and 

clenching, and muttering all these little “Oh God!”’s, “Oh Mrs S”, “I can’t”’s,  and “Oh Fuck!”’s, 

under his breath. But he wasn’t cumming yet. She was manipulating his pleasure like a master 

musician with her chosen instrument. Even though it seemed like she was giving us all of her 

attention, she continued to work our buddy over like a pro while she was doing it!

“...It was my intention to bring my Son here, and, VERY SLOWLY… give him, and by proxy you 

boys, an introduction to me, his Mother, as a sexual person.” She let that hang for a moment. 

Then, after the pause, she continued. “But seeing as there are SIX of you, and, not only that, but I 

have a prior engagement with my Daughter Natasha, that I need to be at later on tonight; I just 

don’t see how we can do that.” 

The guys were literally lubing up their dicks and trying not cum at the sights she was showing 

them while she said this, and so, once again, they all kind of got that kicked puppy look. “What!? 

No!?” They managed to say it with just expressions. 

But Mom held up her free hand in a soothing way, asking for them to give her a moment to 

explain. Then she continued, as the guy sitting beside her continued to squirm and whimper and 

beg through what looked like, had to be, the most intense and long lasting, near-orgasmic 

experience of his entire life. 

“I’m not about to leave you all high and dry. I wouldn’t do that to you kids. I’ve known most of you, 

well, for most of your lives! And even I didn’t Love most of you, which I do, I STILL wouldn’t do 

that to you! So I don’t want you worrying about that. No… What I mean is, we can’t do the fun, all 

night, teasingly slow, ‘escalation thing’, that I was originally planning.”

“So…” Mom said. Biting her lower lip, and looking from them to me, and back again. “We sort of 

need to do this in groups.” Then she paused, glancing between the guys I, and amended. “1 

group really…”. Then she sighed, seeming to give up on the ruse, and just admitting in a rush, 

“All of you at once”. 

The guys went from stroking themselves with the lube she’d given them to holding very still in an 

instant. She wasn’t really saying… was she?

Then Mom looked at me and, with an little apologetic shrug she said, “I know that less than an 

hour ago we were at a stage where the plan was, ‘Hey, what if you saw your Mom, but in a damp 

t-shirt’; and now somehow, we are skipping straight to: ‘Hey, what if you watched your Mom 

swallow your friend’s cum. Then you immediately watched her take on 5 big dicks at once, as 

another half dozen of your friends make your Mother into their personal Gangbang Whore right in 

front of you!”

She let out a sigh, giving me an understanding look.

“I get that”, she soothed. “I do… but-”

“Oh fuck!” Our friend on the couch suddenly cried out, interrupting my Mom mid-sentence. 

Followed by, “I can’t…” 

His face was bright red and he looked like he’d genuinely been TORTURED with pleasure. Mom 

had him on the edge for god knew how long by that point, and apparently the stuff that she was 

saying now was too much for him too! 

But Mom just held up a finger like, wait a minute, and actually said, “Excuse me a second 

sweetie”, to me. Then she turned to Eric, squirming on the couch, and whispered something in 

his ear that sent him WAYYYY over the edge. Then, immediately, my Mom plunged her lips down 

to the root of his cock! 

He was cumming, and thrusting, and screaming; and Mom went to fucking town on him! She 

was moaning, and her head was bobbing up and down on him as she rapidly pumped his cock 

with one hand and played with his balls with the other. He started cumming, and he was 

screaming and swearing about it for a solid three minutes! He looked like he might die!

But, after the most intense orgasm I had literally ever seen, he eventually slumped down on the 

couch, panting and looking like he needed an I.V. drip. Mom, for her part, simply straightened 

back up, wiped a bit of cum from the corner of her mouth with her finger, and then, with a lick of 

her finger tip, she swallowed it down along with all the rest of his cum. 

Then, like nothing had just happened, she simply turned back to the guys, and then to me, and 

paused only for a moment to ask, “Where was I?” 

“Oh yes!” She continued, apparently back on track! “I remember now!”, she said excitedly. Then 

she reached into her purse, which I’d left on the end of the couch, and retrieved her lipstick once 

again. She popped the cap off, and extended it out with a twist. Then, she applied it to her top lip, 

and said, “I was saying…”. Before applying it to her bottom lip as well, and quickly checking it in a 

little hand mirror. 

Then, she pursed her lips together before putting it all away and gesturing to herself with one 

hand. “Mommy”, she said. And the way she said it, it was another one of those seductive purrs 

that made whatever she was saying somehow 10 times hotter. I mean, she said it like it was a 

filthy promise, instead of a sacred word and symbol of innocence. Then she gestured vaguely to 

my remaining buddies, and added, “5 big cocks”. 

Then she grabbed her purse, and walked up to me. She fished around in it for a second, then, 

having found what she was looking for, she made a little sound like “Ah”, to indicate that she’d 

located what she was seeking. Then, for my eyes only, she slipped a little picture of Her, Dad, and I, 

posing for a selfie at my Highschool Graduation. She gave me a sinful little smile then, and 

pointed to herself in the picture. After a second, she popped up onto her tip-toes, and whispered 

in my ear, “Gangbang Whore”. 

After that, she put the photo back away, no one else having seen it, or having heard what she’d 

whispered about it. Then she stalked back to the front door, her hips moving with that sensual 

sway that she seemed to be able to turn on and off at will. Once she had hung her purse back 

up, she walked back to me, and threw her arms around my neck. 

Her words were low enough to be heard only by me, as she whispered to me with wicked 

promise. “So sweetie. This could either be the part where you admit that you over-promised on 

just how kinky you wanted it. Or it could be the part where one of those fantasies that, as you put 

it, no one would dare try for in real life, actually comes true.” 

Then she moved around to the front of me, and gave the guys a view of her backside, but still 

kept the conversation between us. “You’ve never actually seen this Steven,” she whispered. “So 

don’t try to picture it when you’re making your decision. Instead, I want you to ask yourself if you 

would be horrified, or turned on, if, at the end of the night, you and I were sitting out there in the 

parking lot. And as you turn the key, and fire up the engine, I turn to you, panting with lust, and 

glowing with joy. Then I say, “Oh god baby… They GANGBANGED your Mommy!” 

She ran her hand through my hair then, a normally soothing gesture that was now, somehow, 

both soothing and sensual. Then she continued, “And just before I wrap my lips around your 

cock, and drink your cum down for the second time tonight; you look into my eyes, and you 

know… you KNOW! For a fact! … That I LOVED it.”

She was looking me in the eyes, her voice soft, promising, and deeply erotic. As she pulled back 

slightly, her hands wrapped gently around the back of my neck as if we were dancing. Then she 

promised me, “Say no, and it will never happen. But say you want it, and it’s yours.” 

I wanted it. And more than that, the words, “it will never happen” had struck me as terrifying and 

permanent. As intense, and over the top as all of this was, I was 100 %CERTAIN that I couldn’t 

live with, “it will never happen”. So I nodded once, like I was sure of myself, and I told her in a 

voice that sounded confident even to me, “I want it.”. 

When I did, Mom’s face lit up with joy, and in the window behind her, the first firework of the night 

went off indicating the start of the show. We could hear people from a dozen other apartments 

clapping and cheering. Loud music started playing from a dozen distant locations, and as the 

sky lit up outside the window, and Mom’s sexy sway brought her back to the middle of the living 

room. She smiled. Then she said, “That’s actually a pretty good idea.” Then she asked Scott if 

he would “be a dear” and play something loud, with a good beat. At first he looked confused for a 

second, as if to say, “but I thought, sex?”. But my Mom just smiled, and explained, “We are about 

to get pretty noisy in here, and it might not be a great idea for your neighbors to hear five guys 

grunting out sex noises just before I yell something about how, ‘All your friends are fucking your 

Mommy so good’; now would it?” 

They all just stared, kind of wowed by her words for a second. But then she raised an eyebrow at 

Scott. A second later it clicked, and my buddy snapped too with a, “Yes Mrs. S!” Then he went to 

turn his stereo on, and up. The music started pounding out a steady beat, and as it did, Mom 

raised her voice a bit to lay down some ground rules before anything started.

She told them that she would be the one to get things started, and that whatever she said, went. 

Then she told them that this was, in large part, about her showing me, her Son, what her wild 

side looked like. This would mean that she would likely address me throughout; and if any of their 

ego’s couldn’t handle that, then they should bow out right then. 

When no one raised their hand or said anything, she finished up by saying that she enjoyed 

being “Motherly” with her sex partners. And while it was definitely NOT a deal breaker, she did 

need to know if anyone had a problem with her calling herself Mom, Mamma, Mommy, etc…; 

before they got started. When no one said anything, she got this, “wait a minute” look about her, 

and then she added to what she’d said. “Would any of you PREFER if I call myself Mom… 

YOUR Mom?” 

Then she added her usual, “Honest answers only kids.” When Mike meekly raised his hand Mom 

practically gushed  with approval. “Good boy Michael!” she exclaimed, taking his face in her 

hands, and planting a kiss on his forehead. Then she whispered something in his ear, and 

though I couldn’t hear him over the music and the fireworks display, I definitely saw him gulp 

before he nodded rapidly. 

Mom seemed to be waiting for Mike to say something else, and when he didn’t, she just smiled, 

tipped his chin up so he was looking her in the eyes with one of her fingers, and gently chided 

him with, “Yes Mom…”. A second later he caught on, and repeated it back to her. Mom seemed 

really pleased with that, and flashed him a heart melting smile. Then she gave him a peck on his 

cheek and told him he was a good boy. For a second it seemed like she was about to go back to 

explaining how this was going to go down, but instead she turned back to him again and said, 

“Very good boy”, before planting a kiss on Mike’s mouth that look like it left him feeling warm and 

dizzy. 

After that, Mom looked at my best friend, John, and, keeping eye contact with him, she began to 

unbutton her jean shorts. After that was a very long unzipping, and she wiggled her hips a bit 

causing them to fall to her feet. After she stepped out of them, she picked them up and tossed 

them to me. I caught them just in time to hear her ask my John, “Whaddya say Johnnie? You 

seemed to really like that little taste of my pussy that I gave you earlier… Care to see just how 

good it feels, balls deep, inside of of your best Friend’s Mom?” 

John licked suddenly dry lips, and he was already nodding when he seemed to remember that I 

was there and he, well, he sort of looked at me like he was asking permission. Like, what the hell 

would I even say in that situation!?! But Mom answered his questioning look for me when she 

said, “Oh, don’t worry Johnnie. My Son doesn’t mind. In fact, Steven’s going to watch.” Then, 

after a pause, she shot me a dirty, if intimate look, and added, “He’s HERE to watch… Aren’t you 

sweetie?” I gulped, feeling a lot more attention than I wanted at that moment. But after a second I 

remembered Mom’s rules for this kind of thing, and I answered with what I knew she wanted to 

hear. “Yes Mom.”

At that, Mom gave a happy little “Mmmmm” noise, and said, “There’s my good boy”. But then she 

had John lay down on the floor so that his feet were facing me, and his head was facing the 

window to the back patio. He asked, “Like this Mrs S?” from our buddy Scott’s living room floor, 

and  Mom walked up to him, and answered, “Just like that”. Then, all of us gave a quiet gasp and 

held our breath without meaning to, as she stepped one foot over him, faced me, and squatted 

down over the lower half of his body. 

My Mom smiled at whatever expression she saw on my face, took my friend John’s dick into her 

hand, and loudly informed me and everyone else present, “Now this,” she said, grasping the dick 

she was referencing. “... is going in here.”, and as she said it, she gently tapped her pussy lips 

with the head of his cock. Her long red fingernails traced their way down along her body until they 

reached her pussy, and she slowly spread herself open with the fingers of her free hand. Then 

she, again very slowly, repositioned John’s dick so that it was pointing straight up at her 

entrance. There was a brief moment where the head of his dick moved past the outside of her 

pussy lips, and, at least the tiniest bit, nudged at the inside of her. When it happened, Mom made 

a low and sexy “Oh!” sound. 

Then she smiled up at me and asked, “Are you ready for this?”. I wasn’t, but I nodded anyway. 

Then I said, “Yes.” Then, my brain cells fired up just enough for me to say “Yes Mom”. And those 

were definitely the words she was waiting for, because the moment they left my lips, I watched 

my Mother’s pussy get spread open by my best friend's dick! 

She positioned him, and then she lowered herself inch by inch until he was, as she had 

promised him before, balls deep inside of her. As she did it, she let out a slow cry of pleasure, 

and the fact suddenly hit me that I had never heard that before! I’d hear my Mom teasing, and 

flirting, and even moaning before; but this was different. A rush of heat filled me to the brim as I 

realized that I’d just heard, for the first time in my life, the sound of my Mother moaning out in 

pleasure because a cock was filling her up inside!

And FUCK! She made sure I knew it too! She seemed like she was already out of breath, but 

Mom bit her lower lip, and let out a little whimper of pleasure as she began to slowly ride the dick 

inside of her. Once again, she reached down with one hand and spread her lips open to improve 

the view that all of us were taking in. “Do you see that baby?” She asked, her voice seemingly 

breathy with pleasure. “Do you see what Johnnie is doing to your Mother?” 

I gulped at that. I don’t know what I was expecting, but this was way more intense than whatever 

it had been! “Do you see his big, veiny cock, pushing up into me; and spreading open your 

Mommy’s tight little pussy?” I couldn’t reply, but Mom didn’t wait for me to. She just rolled right 

into her next question. “Do you know why he’s doing it?”

I… um… trick question?

But once again, Mom answered for me. 

“Because you said ‘Yes Mom’...” 

“Do you understand baby?” She hadn’t stopped, or let up for a second. She was riding him slow 

and steady, and making sure that everyone had a clear fucking view of it! Her moans were 

infrequent, but so intense! She let out a particularly loud one that had her throwing her head 

back, and with her other hand, she reached up under her borrowed, wet, and torn up shirt to 

roughly pinch and pull at one of her nipples. 

After several more incredible fucking moans, she seemed to come down enough off of her sexual 

bliss to answer her question. “Your best friend is stretching open your Mother’s cunt, and making 

me moan like a whore in front of all of your other friends, because you TOLD HIM TO! And when 

I asked you if I should let him… When I double checked with you, and asked you if you were 

really sure if you wanted that… When I asked you if I… if Mommy!” She said, crying out in 

pleasure once again. “...If Mommy should really spread her legs for him, and let him FUCK me in 

front of a group of your horny teenager friends… what did you say?”

I hadn’t fucking touched her, and I felt like I was the one who was going to cum!

But I knew what she wanted, and I was so turned on, and so in the moment, that I did it. I went 

along with it, and told her what she wanted to hear. 

“Yes Mom.”

When I said it, Mom smiled. A big, happy, thoroughly pleased smile. She was loving this, and she 

must have been thinking the same thing, because that was the next thing that she wanted me to 

say. 

“And I LOVE it, don’t I baby? So now because I’m a slut who encouraged it, and you said ‘Yes 

Mom’, all your friends finally get to do what they’ve fantasized about for years; and cum all over 

the neighborhood MILF. YOUR Mom… Don’t they Steven?”

Again, I gave her the words that she was obviously getting off on hearing, and told her “Yes 

Mom.” 

Underneath her, John cried out, “Oh Fuck Mrs S., that feels so good!”. But in reply, Mom shot 

him a look over her shoulder and simply said, “Language young man”. In a porno it would have 

been absurd. But John had known my Mom for basically his whole life and he immediately 

nodded in apology. 

Then Mom told me that I was doing great, and that I needed to tell my “Brother” that since you’ve 

whored out your Mom to your friends for the evening, he can at least have my anal virginity 

before anyone else steps in and takes it. 

At first, I literally had no idea what she was talking about. But Mom was REALLY enjoying what 

she was doing, and her eyes weren’t even open anymore to see me struggling as she began to 

ride my best friend a little faster. Then I remembered that Mike had said he wished she was HIS 

Mom too, and Mom had offered him some kind of secret reward! 

Now, I was realllllllly sure that, based on what I’d seen and heard that night alone, that no part of 

my Mom was a virgin. But, I also knew that she was very much a pro when it came to fulfilling 

fantasies. So, I went along with what she’d said, and, in what had to be the strangest moment of 

my life up to that point… I referred to a friend of mine as bro. Then I referred to MY Mom, as OUR 

Mom. Then, god help me, I told him that he should fuck our Mom in the ass, and score her anal 

virginity for himself before one of our other friends beat him to it. 

Jesus but it was hard to say. I actually stumbled over the words the first time, which only fucking 

worked against me, because he literally didn’t hear me over the music, and I had to repeat 

myself, only louder. 

Before Mike actually got up behind her, Mom placed a hand on John's chest, and got him to stop 

thrusting up into her. At least for long enough for her to actually turn and face him. Mom reversed 

her position, and had me move around to the other side of her so I was still looking at her 

face.Now facing the window, she leaned forward, flung some of her long beautiful hair out of the 

way, and looked back over her shoulder at Mike.  “It’s okay sweetie. You go right ahead , and slip 

that big thing into Mommy’s ass.” 

A minute later, with a little guidance from her reaching behind herself, he did exactly that. But the 

moment he did, Mom gasped, and urged him to, “Be gentle with that thing Michael! You’re a lot 

bigger than your Father is, and Mommy is very tight… back there.” 

Underneath Mom, John’s face told everyone that things felt exactly as intense as they looked, 

and he started to swear again. “Fu---, shoot! God! Mrs S, you feel so flipping good!”. At that Mom 

actually gave a little laugh, and took a moment to place a hand on John’s chest and give him one 

last moment of one on one time. “Johnnie, sweetie. When I told you to watch your language 

before… I was kidding. Okay?” He nodded rapidly, and Mom continued. She reached forward and 

touched the base of his chin with her hand, encouraging him to open his eyes and look at her. 

“Sweetie, I know that you can feel you and Mikey double penetrating me right now, can’t you?” 

Again, John nodded, seeming unable to unclench his teeth long enough to form words. But Mom 

understood, and kept going. “I know you can. So, new rule, okay kiddo?”

Again, just a nod from John and Mom continued. “If your cock is inside your friend’s Mom, then 

you get to swear all you want. Okay?” She said with a grin. That got a smile from John, but as 

Mike pushed into her again, the guys seemed to be struggling with the pleasure of it even more 

than the woman they were actively fucking. 

Then, with another grin, Mom added; “In fact… I’d actually LIKE to hear you swear some more. I 

certainly wouldn’t mind you telling my Son and your friends if you think it feels good inside of me.” 

And, without missing a beat, John looked back at us and blurted out, “Oh my God dude, your 

Mom’s cunt is SO fucking tight!”. Mom seemed to like that a lot, and my buddies seemed to 

groan along in a mix between sexual tension and jealously. But as all this was happening, the 

pace of the two guys pushing into my Mother’s body remained kind of slow and awkward. 

If anything, things, actually calmed down for several minutes after that. It was slow going, as my 

Mom helped the two guys to adjust to both being inside of her at the same time. Then it was 

several more minutes of her coaching them before they started to find a rhythm. 

When they did though, things changed pace fucking fast! One minute it was the three of them 

slowly adjusting as Mom basically taught them how to fuck in this position, and the next 

everything seemed to click and all three of them went from taking my Mom’s tutorial to writhing 

into one another in a moaning cluster of thrusts and cries of pleasure. I was amazed at how hot 

and obscene they all looked. They were thrusting, and moaning, and fucking. When John wasn’t 

squeezing and hefting my Mother’s breasts, Mike would reach around and take over. And then 

they would pinch or squeeze “too hard”, that was when Mom moaned the loudest! 

After a few minutes of it, Mom looked over at the three guys who still hadn’t cum yet, and asked 

them, in between moans, if any of them knew what making a woman “air-tight” meant. 

When my friend Scott raised his hand, Mom gasped out, “Why little Scottie Jordan....” Then she 

gave him a wink, and told him, “I thought it might be you.” After that she waved Scott over to her, 

and asked him, “Would you please be a dear, come stand in front of me, and tell my Son what it 

means?” He moved over to her, and started to answer, but Mom cut him off quickly, putting a 

hand on him and asking him to wait a second. 

When she said wait, the guys under her stopped moving too, and, I think it might actually been 

her intention because she rolled with it like it was part of the plan. Then she told me to move 

from where I was, and go stand by the hallway so that I was looking at her from the side. 

I almost asked why, but thought better of it, and went to stand where she told me to. Then she 

looked up at the guy in front of her, and said, “One last thing honey. After you tell my Son what it 

is, would you be a dear, and help me SHOW him, what it is?” 

Scott nodded emphatically, and then, seemingly nervous, he told me what being air-tight was, like he 

would have if he’d been giving a class presentation. Seriously. He said it as if he was in 

front of a class and we were back in highschool. He started with, “It’s when the girl-”, but he was 

immediately cut off by the voice of “the girl” in question, when she interrupted him with, “Your 

Mom.” He got the correction immediately, but blushed before he continued. 

“It’s when your Mom has one guy in her pussy, one guy in her butt, and one guy in her mouth.” 

Then he paused awkwardly and added, “Like this”., before aiming his dick at my Mother’s lips. At 

first, the tip of his dick bumped against her soft lips, and she pursed them for him, while also 

providing resistance to him actually entering her mouth. But after a moment, he did what she’d 

wanted him to do, and put one hand on the back of her head to help him push past that 

resistance. He forced his cock past her lips, and into her warm and waiting mouth. Then, 

greedily, she gobbled him up, looking at me as she slurped on him, and eased him down her 

throat.

As Mom made eye contact with me and began to slide her lips up and down the length of Scott’s 

cock. As she did, John and Mike got the clue and began to thrust into her once again. The three 

of them rode her like that, all stuffing themselves into my Mother at different angles, depths, and 

locations, but all at the same pace thanks to her guidance. It went on for several minutes, and 

holy fuck it was the hottest thing you have EVER seen! 

Then Mom pulled the guy in her mouth loose, and called my last friends over. “Noah”, she called, 

becoming him over with her left hand. Then, “William, you too sweetie”, as she called to him with 

a wave of her right hand. As they walked over to her, she told me, “It’s going to get messy from 

here baby. You just stand wherever you think you can get the best view.”

When the last two guys walked up to her, she had them stand on either side of her, and 

explained to them that she was going to jerk them both off while the other three guys went to 

town on her, and that, despite them having just started, they were all going to cum at the same 

time. 

They didn’t seem to know how that would be possible, but Mom had already moved on. She then 

told Scott, in front of her, that the very first time anyone so much as mentioned that they were 

going to cum, no matter where he thought he was in the process, she wanted him to take 

himself “in hand” and jerk off onto her tits, right then and there. 

And, for a second, when she first said it, I thought he might lose it right there. My friends had 

been fantasizing about my Mom’s big tits FOREVER! She’d probably just named the thing that 

Scott had masturbated to most in his life! After a pause though, he seemed to recover, and then 

he answered her with “Yes Mom”, which got positive moans from almost everyone, making me 

think that the guys had lied about who would and wouldn't be into that. 

Then she reached behind her, and touched Michael’s face, saying, “Son…”, and then she also 

said John’s name, so that he was paying attention too. Once she had the attention of both of 

them, she told them that they were all in the final stretch now. Then she said, “I’m 100% certain 

that all of you boys have boasted to one another about your sexual prowess. Well, now is your 

chance to prove it to them, or for them to call you on your bullshit.” 

Then she looked over at me, and said, “Steven, is right there…” Then she did something I 

couldn’t see that made the two guys inside of her cry out in pleasure, and clench their fists 

before she finished by demanding, “FUCK! ME!”

As they’d done for most of their lives, my friends listened to what my Mom told them to do. They 

began to ride her harder than they had before. Much harder! And in between everyone bucking 

and rolling and moaning, Mom looked at Scott standing in front of her and told him, “You too! 

Don’t wait! Don’t even wait for me to finish talking! I WANT you to interrupt me! I brought my Son 

here tonight so that you kids could show him what a dirty little whore his Mother can be and now 

is your chance to sho-, MMRPH!”

Mom cried out! As Scott interrupted her by grabbing the back of her head and jamming the full 

length of his cock straight down her throat. At first she seemed to cough and even choke a little. 

But Scott just held tight as he rode her face, as hard as my other buddies were riding her pussy 

and her ass, and the longer he did it, the more she moaned, and began to clearly fuck them all 

back just as good as she was getting it!

It was the hardest, nastiest, roughest, and hottest sex I’d ever witnessed. It was 5 guys, guys I 

KNEW, and they were all fucking my gorgeous, big titted Mother at the same time. She had every 

hole full, both hands full, and the sounds that her body were making would have been hot enough 

alone, but when you threw her primal moans and screams, as she very clearly had multiple 

orgasms right before our eyes… well, fuck! 

It was less than three minutes of that when the first guy warned that he was close, and that he 

was going to cum soon. At first, no one changed anything, then Mom let go of Will’s dick and 

slapped the ass of the guy in front of her, loudly! Scott gave a yelp, and said, “What?!” but then 

he remembered, apologized, and pulled himself out of her throat with Mom’s mouth making an 

obscene slurping noise that had a “pop” at the end of it, and was immediately followed by her 

gasping, then moaning, then doing both again. 

Once more, the warning came, “Mrs S, I can’t hold back much longer!”; and now it was clear 

that it was coming from John. He was being ridden by my Mom and was currently buried inside 

of her pussy. Mom looked at the guy in front of her, then to the ones on either side of her, before 

lastly, shooting a wink my way. Then, feigning concern, she said, “Oh my goodness… Did you 

boys hear that? Johnnie is going to cum soon!” 

Then Mom looked at them all in turn again, and again, feigning concern she warned them, “That 

means that if you three don’t cum on my tits soon, so I can get off of him, that he’ll still be inside 

of me when he cums.”

She looked over her shoulder then, and asked Mike as he was fucking her ass, “Did you hear 

that Son?” Her words immediately had him gritting his teeth, and gripping her hips harder as he 

suddenly blurted out that he was close too. Then Mom’s face went from concerned to… god, I 

don’t even know how to describe it! Cougar Mode!? Embodiment of Lust!? MILF personified?!

One second she was playing at being really worried, and the next she set a room full of guys to 

the brink of cumming with a single, wicked, smile. 

Then, in a strong, confident, sexually charged voice that was clearly heard over the music, Mom 

said, “Tell me kids… In my Son’s little quest to see his Mother at her sluttiest, did he think to have 

any of you boys put condoms on? Did he hand out any protection? Or… was he in such a rush 

to make his Mom be a whore for you, that he’s actually been watching you kids giving it to his 

Mommy bareback this whole time?” 

The moment she finished saying it, my best friend slammed his cock up into her so hard that 

she screamed out in pleasure and bounced a full 3 inches into the air. As she was coming back 

down, her “other Son”, Mike, yelled out that he couldn’t hold back anymore, and began shouting 

that he was cumming as he reached around her, grabbed my Mother’s big tits, and squeezed 

them together as he began to hammer her ass while cumming inside of it! 

They were both screaming and cumming, and Mom looked at the guy in front of her, her giant tits 

now pushed together and lifted up at him and she quickly grabbed at one of the loose tears in 

what was left of her shirt and ripped it in half! It ripped straight down the center, and the two sides 

fell away, exposing her to all of us. Then, finally naked from the waist up, she said, “You're not 

going to get a better target than that Scottie! Do you want to cum on Mommy’s tits or not?!?” At 

her words, Scott screamed out several swears, and hunched over as he began jerking himself 

off for all he was worth. 

Then, amidst all of that, she looked back and forth between my Noah and Will, who’d been 

standing on either side of her and getting dual hand jobs. As she did, she moaned out Mike’s 

name, and told the whole room that he was emptying his balls into her ass. Then she announced 

to everyone that she could feel John blowing his whole load deep into her “unprotected cunt”. 

Lastly, she licked her lips, which were still full and sexy, even if her lipstick was no longer there 

since she’d smeared it all over my Scott’s dick; and asked them if they thought she would look 

hot and slutty if they both came all over “Mrs. Smith’s” face right then and there. 

In answer, they both cried out, almost at the exact same time, and began cumming all over my 

Mother’s beautiful face. 

Absolutely everyone involved came, and came, and came. Mom got BLASTED by cum. It filled 

up her pussy and ran out down the sides of John’s dick, but he just kept pumping up into her and 

cumming more. It flooded out of her ass, but her would-be other Son just kept thrusting into her 

and cumming more. Scott, Noah, and Will all made sure that my Mother’s tits, her face, and her 

hair, all got thoroughly soaked in it! But even then, Mom just kept riding, and moaning, and telling 

everyone how much she fucking loved it all until all 5 guys basically collapsed in an exhausted 

heap! 

They all laid there, panting, and groaning, and sweating for a few minutes as cum ran like 

sweat down my Mother’s lovely skin. 

Mom was the first to get up, though she did need help, and had to have several of the guys move 

in various ways, following her instructions, so that she could get free and make it to the 

bathroom. Shortly after she’d gone in there, we heard the shower start up. 

15 minutes later, Mom walked out of the shower, fulling naked and drying her hair and… fuck! I 

mean, it shouldn’t have been hot! We’d all seen her way more than just naked at this point but… 

it was hot! She was gorgeous, and wet, and still every bit the object of all of our fantasies, even if 

some of those fantasies had been gloriously realized! Mom asked Scott if she could borrow 

some more of his clothes, and this time he didn’t hesitate. He told her she could take whatever 

she wanted, and Mom laughed before promising that she was just borrowing some clothes. 

5 minutes after that, Mom had come out wearing sweatpants, and a men’s button up dress shirt. 

Then she walked around the apartment, and made sure that she had all the clothing that she’d 

brought with her, before giving some of the guys random forehead kisses, and telling them that 

they’d all been “lovely” and assuring them that she’d had a wonderful time. It seemed like we 

were about to leave, when Eric, still sitting on the couch, the first one that Mom had gotten off, 

said out loud that he was going to cum again. 

It was seriously only then that we noticed that he was masturbating with the lube that my Mom 

had brought. Seriously. It was a wild fucking night…

When he did, Mom smiled and walked up to him again. Then she bent over, grabbing the back of 

the couch behind him, and told him that if he really did have a Mommy fetish, now was his last 

chance to admit it. 

He hesitated, but only for a second. Then he confessed that he was super fucking into it, and just 

hadn’t wanted anyone to know! At that, Mom smiled, and though I couldn’t hear it, I knew exactly 

what she whispered into his ear. 

“There’s my good boy”. 

Then, she pushed his hand away, and said, “Mommy still hungry honey. Be a dear and help me 

with that, would you?” Looking confused, and desperate to cum, Eric squirmed under her and 

asked, “What?” But Mom just smiled, tipped his chin up again, and made him look her in the eye. 

Then she said, “I want you to notice that all of your friends are standing right behind me. Then, 

even knowing that, I want you to treat me, your Mother, like the whore that I am, and, just, just 

Fucking, Feed it to Me!” 

He gasped out something like “Oh shit Mom!”, and she didn’t hesitate a second longer. My 

Mom’s head disappeared into his lap, and for the second time that night, she sucked him off 

lewdly, noisily, with such expert skill that it would have made actual whores blush with 

envy. This time she wasn’t trying to put on a show for everyone else to watch. So 

instead of teasing him, she gave him the good stuff. She worked him right up to a state 

of orgasm, and then she held them there for a solid two minutes so it could build and 

grow. Then, when it looked like he couldn’t take any more, she popped her mouth off of 

him just long enough to whisper one more thing to him. We couldn't hear it over the 

music still playing, but anyone who could see their faces knew for a fact that it was 

fucking filthy! In seconds he was coming again, and made sure he did directly into her 

mouth. 

When she was done, she showed him something inside of her mouth, then swallowed 

dramatically, and showed him the inside of her mouth again, before saying; “Honest 

boys are good boys. Good boys get rewarded”. Then she gave his hair a playful ruffling, 

and went right back to saying her goodbyes like nothing had just happened!

Two of my buddies made a dash for the shower, and there was some commotion when 

the winner locked the loser out of the bathroom, but generally speaking everyone was 

starting to get water, get dressed, and generally heading towards whatever was next. 

Mom and I were about to leave, when John rushed over and asked, “Is this like… Is this it?” 

He seemed equal parts sad and hopeful. He’d clearly just had one of the most amazing 

experiences of his life and while that was awesome, was it now over forever? It was a fair 

question. 

He tried again, asking my Mom if this had all just been a one time thing.

Mom paused at the door, seeming to think it over. Then she said, “That depends, do you think 

you boys could do me a favor?” 

Mom suddenly had the attention of everyone who wasn’t in the shower, and quickly, they all 

agreed. 

Then Mom said, “The next time my Son invites you kids over for game night, make it a sleepover, 

and, uh” then, biting her lower lip, she added lustily, “bring a friend… Or better yet, an older 

Brother.” At first the guys were confused, but then, just before she shut the door as we were 

leaving, she finished; “If you think watching me comfortably handling 5 guys was fun, then you 

should see how dirty Mommy gets when she’s getting absolutely gang-fucked by 10 or more!” 

Then she called out just before the door clicked closed, in her most pleasant, and wholesome 

tone, “Goodnight boys!”.

We walked back to the car together, and Mom hung on my arm like she was my highschool 

sweetheart. She seemed to be in a great mood. She was happy to the point of being almost 

giddy!

When we got back to the car, she shuffled through some bags she had waiting in the backseat, 

and after a quick look around, she began to change into one of the many spare outfits she had 

back there. It seemed almost strange, but when she went to change her shirt, she asked me to 

look away, and I immediately did. Like, that was what we did right? Still, the events of the night 

made it seem strange to go back to such a “normal” thing as looking away when my Mom 

swapped out her top. 

After she’d changed her shirt, put on some panties, and wiggled her way into a pair of leggings, 

she sort of did a little happy dance… It was, odd. Like, it was a great moment, don’t get me 

wrong. Mom was super happy and full of all this positive energy. But at the same time, the sexual 

powerhouse who had just commanded 7 grown men, and ordered them around like errant 

puppies, was now letting out a squee in the car, and moving her feet in a rapid little stompy 

motion as she gushed about how she couldn’t believe that just happened. 

I got caught up in the energy, admitted that it had been a pretty crazy night, and I ended up 

laughing along with her as I got wrapped up in all of the thrumming joy and excitement that 

seemed to be her current mood. 

She talked about how great I’d been, and how the night had exceeded her expectations. She ran 

her hand through my hair and told me I’d been perfect, and that she was so proud of me. She 

even talked about how she’d worried that my friends would have been too immature or moody to 

do a lot of what she’d had in mind, but that they’d all ended up surprising her in a good way. 

After a few minutes of just talking and laughing, and feeling the high of all that positive energy that 

Mom was radiating, I reached for the keys to fire up the engine and get us home. But, before I 

could start the car, Mom put her hand on mine and stopped me. Then she said, “Oh… just one 

more thing sweetie.”, and I immediately heard the shift in her tone. 

This was her low, sultry, “sexy Mommy” voice, and I was pretty sure that for the rest of my days 

just the sound of it would have me tripping over myself and forgetting where I was. It was the 

perfect mix of hungry seductress, and yet, also that incredibly familiar and comforting “Mom” 

voice that I couldn’t help but hear underneath it. 

Mom scooted closer to me, and reached up under my t-shirt to place her hand along the bare 

skin of my stomach, and, oh my god. After what felt like hours of the most intense teasing and 

build up of my life, I swear just being touched by another human being felt like sexual bliss! Then 

she began to run her hand along my skin under the shirt, and as she did, she also began to undo 

my fly with her free hand. 

“You had a pretty crazy night tonight huh?” She asked, but I could tell by her tone this time that I 

didn’t need to say anything, I just needed to listen. Still, I nodded in reply. “Yeah”, she confirmed. 

“First the cookout, and then, well… then you brought your Mom over to little Scottie Jordan’s new 

apartment to celebrate the 4th of July with 6 of your guy buddies.” My zipper now undone, Mom 

reached into my pants and just the touch of her cool fingers making contact with my cock had 

me moaning and squirming in my seat. My head was already almost overwhelmed by how 

physically good it felt, and she basically hadn’t even done anything yet!

“Then,” Mom continued, her chin resting on my shoulder so that I could feel the barest touch of 

her breath along my ear as she spoke sweetly and softly to me; her hand gently stroking me as 

she did so. “...when the teasing, and peaking got a little intense, you told the majority of your 

male friends that they could do something… didn’t you?” 

I was nodding, but I was also struggling to breath at that point. Mom’s touch was the barest, 

softest, most delicate thing, but even those most gentle of strokes had me struggling at the edge 

of orgasm. “Yeah…” Mom soothed. “I know. Momma knows…” she promised. Still loving, still 

sweet, still Motherly in her tone and approach. 

“I went a little too far. I admit it. I teased all you boys so much, and then we were standing there, 

and all 7 of the strapping, horny , teenagers in the that cramped little apartment, were just… 

ACHINGLY hard for me… weren’t they?”

I gritted my teeth, and tried to answer, but when no words came out, Mom just kept up her gentle 

stroking, and, understandingly, she answered for me. “Yeah,” she said soothingly. “I know.” Then 

she continued with, “And then someone, and be honest with yourself sweetie, it REALLY doesn’t 

matter who… but someone suggested that, since your Mom had been such a tease, then maybe 

you should have her spread her legs, spread her ass cheeks, open up her mouth, and just, be a 

full on whore for your friend’s!” 

“I mean, can you even imagine? A SON, suggesting that because his Mom had been a bit of a 

tease, that she should strip down, hit her knees, and just, be a fuck-toy for a large group of his 

highschool buddies?”

I actually heard Mom lick her lips then and let out a playful little moan before she added, “But… 

when I asked you if that was what you really wanted… If that was exactly what I should do, you 

said… Well, what did you say again honey?”

Then she pulled back a bit, and with a wicked smile, she looked me in the eyes, and waited for 

my answer. I gulped, found enough air to reply, and gave her the “Yes Mom” she was so 

obviously seeking. And the moment that I did, Mom gave a sultry purr, and her smile grew. “Damn 

right you did,” she said. Blatantly pleased. And then?” She asked, biting her lower lip. But before I 

could even consider finding the strength to breath through my immense pleasure and try to find 

words for a reply, Mom took that burden from me. She repeated once more, “And then…” but this 

time there was an intensity, a heavy, lusty, anticipation to her words, that promised more were 

coming. Then she moaned, clearly very in the moment, and genuine in her actions. “Oh god 

baby… They GANGBANGED your Mommy!” 

And just before she wrapped her lips around my cock, and took me to paradise, I looked into her 

eyes, and I knew, for a fact, that she had loved every second of everything that had happened 

that night. I ended the trip to Scott’s place screaming, again! And shooting a huge load of cum 

down my Mother’s throat… again!

After that, I drove Mom home so she could get ready for whatever plans she and my Older Sister 

Natasha had set up for later that night. But as Mom blew me a parting kiss and walked inside, I 

suddenly realized that even though I’d had two amazing sexual adventures with my dream 

woman, my Mom, in just one night… I’d also only ever had her mouth. Not that I was 

downplaying that!!! It had been the most intense sexual pleasure of my life and left my BS 

fantasies in the dust when compared to the real thing. 

But…

I wanted more. So as I parked the car and headed inside, I really started to ask myself what I 

could do to turn my weekend with Mom, or, hell, any part of my future life with Mom, into 

something that ended up with me getting to feel what it was like to be inside of her. And I didn’t 

mean her mouth…

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