Raw Fantasy

 

Raw Fantasy

I was at a sex party with my Mom. No, like, not like that. I mean, yeah, my Mom and I were both at a 

sex party, but we hadn’t gone as one another’s date or anything weird. It was just that my Parents were 

both very kinky people and so I had secretly grown up knowing all kinds of very kinky people, who went 

to very kinky events, and did very kinky things. Then, I turned 18, and it stopped being a secret. 

 

Suddenly, my Mom’s hot friend who I’d always called “Auntie”, wasn’t wearing a bra when I visited, and 

wasn’t shy about letting me know what she was doing that weekend. Or, who she was doing either. 

From there, it kind of expanded. I wanted in, and I knew a bunch of people who knew me, liked me, and 

were already in. 

 

The first time I met my Mom at one of these events it was really really weird for me. But Mom just 

laughed it off, hooked her arm in mine, and showed me around while introducing me to all the people I 

didn’t know. Later on that night when I saw her on her knees giving a blowjob to the party’s host, I 

discovered a fetish that I hadn’t known I had. As for Mom, she caught me staring, and paused just long 

enough to give me a very sexy wink before going right back to making the guy in her mouth, cum! 

 

That had been about 2 months back, and while I’d thought of that moment often, it actually wasn’t that 

common. Running into Mom and Dad I mean. Where I went to college was pretty far from the house, 

and so I’d been branching out into kink communities that were just outside of the ones that my Parents 

were usually a part of.  

 

But this time… This time, I was unsure of something. I saw Mom, and I realized that there was exactly 

one person at the party who would hear me out, totally judgment free. I could not embarrass myself 

with her… I was pretty sure at least. 

Now, honestly, at first I didn’t even recognize her. My Mom and my Sister were always changing their 

hair colors. So, the last time I saw my Mom she had long blonde hair, and now she was rocking red 

hair. I honestly almost went right past her when she smacked my arm and admonished me with “Hi 

Mom!”, in a mock-up of what I should have said. 

 

Of course I apologized, and, as we talked, I realized that she was the perfect person to go to with my 

question. So, I put it out there. I let her know that, while I understood the importance of condoms and 

safety and such. Was there anyway at this party, or a different kind of party, to see someone have sex 

without, you know, protection? 

 

At first she was intrigued. She clarified “see”, making sure that I wasn’t talking about needing to do it 

myself. And while that was definitely something I wanted to do in the long-run, at first I just wanted to 

know if it was doable, and if I could watch. You did a lot of watching at parties like this, and you learned 

fast that it was either something you liked or you needed to be in a different scene. 

 

Once Mom was sure that I just meant watch, she told me that not only could I watch that, but if I 

wanted, she could show me with someone right then and there! My first reaction was to try not to 

hyperventilate as I felt the temperature in my brain jump about 100 degrees. I was 99% sure that Mom 

meant watch HER! I spent a moment or two just trying not to hyperventilate. But once I was sure I could 

speak without my voice cracking, I started to ask her some of the obvious questions. I got about 

halfway into a sentence when Mom put a finger to my lips and said, “I’m pretty sure whatever you are 

about to ask is between your Father and I, and none of your business. Am I wrong?” I… I shrugged after 

a moment, and let the details go. 

 

Still, when she reiterated that the offer was on the table, and that all I had to do was say yes, I struggled 

to breathe and stay cool. Like, seriously!!??!! This was my recently discovered fantasy woman, offering 

to play out my recently discovered fantasy. And, oh yeah… also my Mom!

 

It took me a while. Like, It might have only been a few seconds, but I was so wrapped up in my own 

perverted thoughts that I was always worried that a minute or two might have passed. In fairness, I 

wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. But, eventually, I nodded, and tried to play it cool as I told her that I would 

be fine with that. 

 

Mom shot my own words back at me, “Fine?” she questioned with a grin. Before I could shoot myself in 

the foot, I backtracked and told her that it would be more than fine. That I would actually like that a lot! 

At those words, Mom finally seemed satisfied. She gave me a knowing smirk, like she understood 

more of what was happening than I realized. 

 

I asked her how we were going to find someone for the, um, the “demonstration”. At that Mom laughed. 

After a moment, she literally reached out and grabbed a random guy that was just walking past us. “Hi 

handsome”, she said to him, glancing from me to him with amusement plain on her face. 

 

 

The stranger in question looked like he might be almost 7 feet tall. Mom barely came up to the top of his 

chest when she was on her tippy-toes. He was very surprised at first, and not sure what was going on. 

But, of course, the thing that Mom had been so amused by became real clear, real fast. It turned out 

that it didn’t take very much convincing to get a guy to agree to having sex with a beautiful woman. Who knew?

 

 

In no time at all he had not only agreed, but he had Mom laughing at his enthusiasm as he quickly 

stripped all of his clothes off right there in the hallway. Like, all of them. The man didn’t just pull 

his pants down. No, he threw his pants down one end of the hall, his shirt down the other, and didn’t 

 stop until even his socks were gone. He stood completely naked in front of her, and asked, “Can I 

just…?”  Mom smiled approvingly at his eagerness, flicking me a quick glance before telling him to “Go 

 right ahead”. 

 

He didn’t hesitate! With what looked like a light touch to her waist he had her pushed back against the 

wall and pinned there as he leaned in to make-out with her. Mom tried to move, and then 

moaned approvingly when he was too strong, and she literally couldn’t. 

 

The speed at which things were happening was dizzying. Three minutes ago my Mom and I were 

talking hypotheticals. One minute ago a stranger was being asked if he wanted to help. Now that same 

stranger had my Mother pinned up against the wall and the two of them were touching, gripping, and 

tasting one another passionately. Mom moaned when he turned her head with his hand so could get at 

the nape of her neck, and she cried out the word “Fuck!” with what started as surprise, but ended in 

another moan, as he grabbed her skirt and panties and yanked them down to her feet in one quick pull. 

 

She almost tripped when he pulled them away too quickly, but any humor that might have come from 

such a folly was ripped away by him pinning her back to the wall and adding “fingering my Mom” right in 

front of me, and everyone else, to the list of things he was doing. A minute later he gripped her top from 

underneath and balled up some of the material in his oversized fist. Then he pulled back from their 

heated kissing and, with a growl he asked her, “Can I?” 

 

Mom honestly looked like she had no idea what he was talking about, but she nodded and said “Sure 

kiddo”, anyway. Then, in a feat of strength that looked straight up impossible, he reached his second, 

absurdly oversized hand up, and with a grunt of effort, he simply tore her top in half! Mom’s shirt was 

now hanging off of her arms in two tattered pieces that almost resembled a vest. Her tits were on public 

display along with the rest of her now, and if that bothered her at all, it didn’t show. In fact, his show of 

power seemed to make her just that much hornier and soon she was grabbing at his cock and stroking 

him off as they continued to make-out in the hallway. 

 

They were being loud, and since one of them was an absolute goddess of a milf, and the other was a 

muscle bound jock, it didn’t take long for a crowd to form at either end of the hall. 

 

The addition of Mom’s touch seemed like too much for him, and he quickly went from letting her have 

her way right back with him, to needing to pin her again. For her part, Mom definitely didn’t mind. Only 

correcting him when he pushed her back by her chest at one point. When he did, she gave his hand a 

stinging slap. Then she corrected him by way of grabbing that same hand and moving it to her throat. 

His grin told everyone watching that he understood her perfectly.  

 

He banged his dick against her pussy with a few wet, noisy slaps that had Mom moaning out with little 

whimpering cries of pleasure. Then he spun her around, grabbed one of her legs, and lifted it so that he 

could fuck her at the proper angle. 

 

I’d never felt so flush with overwhelming heat in my life as I did the moment that I literally, actually 

watched him spread my Mother’s pussy lips open, and then shove his cock up inside of her. My Mom’s 

scream of pleasure let the whole building know how much she approved, and soon he was fucking her 

at a steady pace. And that voice of hers! Oh my god it was so… INTENSE, hearing that too familiar, 

charming, deeply personal voice moaning and screaming like that!

 

There were more than 50 people at that party, and it was a huge two story house. But it still felt like, in 

the 10 minutes since this whole thing had started, that more than half of them had come to watch my 

Mom getting fucked in that hallway. And, in a weird way, I was part of the show. You see, everyone who 

realized that “a scene” was going on, had backed away, giving Mom and this random football player 

plenty of room. But since the whole point of what they were doing was for me to watch, and since I was 

so entranced by the show that I don’t think I could have moved anyway, I was standing right by them. So 

the show for everyone else who was looking ended up being three people in the middle of the hallway, 

with the spectators on the end. It was me, watching my Mom and this Jock as they fucked. 

 

As he was railing my Mom, fucking her hard and making her scream as her big tits shook, and her 

grunts replaced whatever crappy music had been playing from the Kitchen as atmosphere, I noticed 

the man’s balls for the first time. And like, yeah, I know, it’s kind of an odd sentence. But, you don’t 

understand. The guy was already huge, but like, this was ridiculous!

 

His balls were massive, seemingly like they hung halfway to his knees! During hard sex, my balls 

sometimes clapped into whoever I was fucking, but his were too heavy. Like, they literally couldn’t. He 

looked like he could knock up the whole house just from jerking it, and the moment I had that thought, I 

realized that Mom had either picked the best possible guy for this demonstration or the worst. 

 

And in that moment, some bizarre, distant part of me that still couldn’t believe that any of this was really, 

actually happening, insisted that I say the strangest thing that I think I’ve said since I first started to 

figure out what sex really was. I looked at my Mom, and, in a weirdly casual tone I asked her where the 

cum in Men was stored before sex. 

 

It was actually SUCH an odd thing to say, that it caught Mom’s attention, even in the middle of sex 

so good that she’d just come down off of her first or second orgasm when I’d asked. After shaking 

the ringing out of her ears, she looked at me, with sweat dripping down her utterly gorgeous body, and 

she answered me in an amused tone (I think she thought I was being playful, instead of just “in shock”).

 “The balls sweetie. Why… does he have big ones?” 

 

I couldn’t even answer. Like, I could not properly describe to her just how big they were without 

sounding silly. They were the biggest fucking balls that I’d seen in or out of porn. I was trying to find a 

way to answer her question, when the jock in question muttered that he was getting close. At which 

point Mom got this wicked look in her eyes, and with a seductive tone she said, “Oh… Looks like 

Mommy is about to find out.” Then she shot me a sexy little wink. 

 

But I don’t think that the football player, or for that matter, half of the people watching, were prepared for 

the bomb that Mom had just dropped on all of them. Because for the five minutes leading up to that 

point, the jock had definitely been getting closer. He’d been grunting and bearing his teeth. And all the 

while he was endlessly talking about how tight my Mom was with increasing levels of distress. 

 

But the Moment that Mom dropped the “M”-bomb, everything changed. He looked from her to me, and 

screamed out, “What!?!?!” at the revelation of our relationship. And then he morphed that “what” 

straight into the word “Fuck!” as he gripped Mom’s leg and hips, and began to jackhammer her cunt so 

hard that she had to grit her teeth to keep from damaging them! 

 

When he finally unloaded, everyone knew. From his guttural roar, the size of those giant sized balls 

clenching up over and over again, and Mom’s utterly shocked expression as he filled her insides with 

what had to be a bucket or two of hot cum. Mom switched back and forth between screaming out her 

own orgasms, and yelling out things like, “Holy fucking shit!” as she her raised eyebrows told everyone 

with her physical reaction just how surprised she was as her play partner just kept cumming and 

cumming. At one point she was looking at me, biting her lip, and banging her fist on the wall as she 

moaned out, “Oh my God baby, he is FILLING your Mother with his cum!” 

 

And as he was cumming, and she was cumming, part of me became aware that they were not the 

only ones. Either because of the amazing show that they had put on, Mom’s reveal of our relationship, 

or both, people had whipped their dicks out, or jammed their hands into their skirts and pants, and 

were masturbating to very quick and loud orgasms, all up and down the hallway. A few of them 

partnered up, and began their own version of the quick fuck against the wall that had gotten them so 

hot in the first place! Within the next 5-10 minutes, several dozen people had also cum, and were 

slumped up against the walls all up and down the hallway, laughing and talking in post orgasmic bliss.  

 

At some point during the next few minutes, Mom got up , laughed about her top being in two pieces on 

the floor, and asked someone to toss her skirt and panties to her. As she was getting dressed… well, 

half dressed, the Jock, got up and finally realized that he’d never even given us his name. He 

introduced himself as Todd, and thanked my Mom for a great time. But, as Mom’s smile grew and 

grew, we watched him struggle to ask the question that he was obviously thinking. Mom was patient, 

and I was in no hurry to speed him along. But eventually Todd DID get around to asking if I was really 

her Son. 

 

It was honestly the first moment that I realized that both Mom and I were extremely new to this 

particular group of people. Like, 100%, everyone would have recognized her back in her own normal 

side of the state, and it would have taken them 3 seconds to piece together who I was. But here? Mom 

laughed, gave his shoulder a playful push and admonished him with, “Of course not!”. 

 

She completely disarmed him with zero effort on her part. But he did seem surprised by the answer to 

his follow-up question a moment later. He asked her why she’d said I was her Son if I wasn’t. In reply, 

Mom just grinned, looked at me, and told him “Because he likes it”, and then she capped that sentence 

with another wink. A wink that had me weak in the knees and blushing all over again. God but she was 

so fucking sexy!

 

Todd seemed confused by the very idea. He sort of repeated what she had said back to her, but as a 

question. Like, “He likes watching his Mom get fucked?” Mom just smiled back and played along 

though. She answered him by saying, “Let’s ask him, shall we?” 

 

Then she came over to me (only a few steps away) and, still topless, she put her hands on her hips 

and looked me up and down. Unlike everyone else, I hadn't cum yet. I had, however, taken my dick out 

at some point. Probably to keep from dying from an erection related incident. Hell, I still felt like I was 

going to burst, and it honestly wasn’t until Mom started staring at me like a hungry cat that I even 

realized that I was leaning against the wall with my sweats pulled down beneath my ass cheeks. 

 

“Well slugger?” She asked, using an old nickname for me that I felt like she hadn’t pulled out in years. 

She was grinning, but there was also this air of, “I fucking dare you to lie to me right now”. And, seeing 

as I was hard and dripping pre-cum as I stared at her topless, utterly gorgeous body, I didn’t figure I had 

any chance of getting away with a lie anyway. So when she straight up asked me, “Do you like watching 

Mommy get fucked by college boys?”, I answered honestly. I hesitated, but only for a moment. Then I 

just admitted it. I didn’t admit that it had been the hottest fucking moment of my life. But I did tell her that 

yeah, I’d really liked watching her. 

 

Mom, being someone who enjoyed playfully teasing, didn’t accept my answer as is. Instead she twirled 

a finger in the air, saying, “I like watching you get fucked…”, and, I could tell from her just her tone of 

voice what she was going for. So, with a small blush, I finished the sentence, “I like watching you get 

fucked, Mom.” 

 

She grinned at that, and Todd seemed to accept the answer. But she was no longer paying any 

attention to him. All of her attention was now directed solely at me. She told me, “Good boy.” Then, she 

stepped towards me saying, “I LOVE it when a man can be honest with me about what he likes.” Then 

she took my cock in her hands, drawing a gasp of surprise from me and sending ripples of intense 

pleasure through me. I was still trying to recover from the shock of that immense pleasure when she 

said, “Now how about a little more of that delicious honesty kiddo?”. Then she hit her knees, and used 

her arms to press her big tits together. And as she looked up at me from that incredible cleavage line, 

she asked, “You wanna fuck your Mother’s big tits… don’t you?” 

 

I tried to answer, but I was over-fucking-whelmed with how intensely I was feeling things in that 

moment. I think I might have made a growling noise. But thankfully, Mom didn’t actually need me to say 

something in order to answer her. And a few seconds later she wrapped my cock up in those big 

beautiful tits of hers, and began to stroke me off with them. 

 

The build was insane! I was feeling better than I had from any orgasm I’d ever had, and the pleasure 

just kept growing and growing and growing. It was 2 or 3 minutes of that before I finally felt like I’d 

crossed some line and would actually feel the sweet relief of getting to cum soon! But once again, I 

was too worked up to make words happen. Thankfully, Mom came to my rescue. She read my face, 

and without a word from me she asked, “Yeah?” I nodded, and she flipped her hair over to one side. 

Then she pointed my cock at that lovely smile of hers, and, after flicking the head of my cock with a 

 quick lash of her tongue, she said, “Cum for Mommy baby!” Then she was jerking me. She jerked me 

off hard and fast. And with a lusty need in her tone, she urged me to “Cum on Mommy’s face in front of 

all these nice people!”. 

 

So I did. Like, a LOT. I honestly felt like I had somehow produced almost as much cum as Todd, and 

Todd was a walking, talking, freak of nature! I covered my Mom’s face in cum, and when the 5th and 

6th shots came, Mom just aimed lower and urged me to cum on her tits too. Which, if anything, only 

made me feel like I needed to cum even more! 

 

I orgasmed all over my Mother while people watched and cheered, and got off right along with us. 

Then, when it was all over, Mom laughed and told me that we needed to go get cleaned up. She led me 

off to a bathroom that I hadn’t discovered yet, and there we both shared a shower together. 

 

After that night, Mom insisted that she come visit me at college more often. Dad didn’t seem to mind 

the time to himself, and I was all about seeing her again. But, just before she hung up she asked me if I 

was sure that I wanted her to come visit. Which confused me for a moment, until she added, “I mean, 

you know how I feel about you college boys… And pretending to be your Mom”. 

So, um, yeah. Mom visits me at college now. And while I love every second of her visits, and we have 

long since become lovers, I am definitely not the ONLY one who enjoys it when my “Mom” comes to 

visit me at the dorm. After all, she does so love pretending to be my Mom, while I share her with my 

friends and roommates. 

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