Oops! Mommy Harley

 

Oops! Mommy Harley

My Mom was a stripper. Like, a really good one. I don’t mean, she’s my Mommy so she dances the 

prettiest, or any such thing. I mean, where my Mom stripped, you didn’t walk in the front door making 

less than 6 figures. 

 

That turned out to be a real blessing later in life. Because, eventually, I was an 18-year-old male, and 

that meant that most of my friends were too. So yeah, they noticed that my Mom was a smoking hot 

babe with nice tits, a lovely ass, and a personality that could charm the pants off a priest! Needless to 

say, I was glad that they had no idea that she was a stripper and had no way of ever finding out. 

 

In fact, the entirety of their knowledge of what my Mom did was her side gig as a part time teacher at 

the local University. And it was the local University that ended up getting me into all the trouble. Okay, it 

was me. I was the one who caused all the trouble. But aside from me, the University was definitely 

second! 

 

You see, my buddies and I had popped into a frat party or two during our last year of highschool. We 

were 18 so we could pass for students. And while we were not old enough to buy our own beer, we 

could go to parties, and parties often had beer with no carding required. Eventually though, we got 

called out. 

 

Some Frat bro, suspicious of us, started asking us questions. I took the lead, and tried to deflect, but 

somehow we ended up boasting about shit. I know, so odd. Teenage guys boasting? What… 

 

Anyway, in a moment where I was trying to top what he’d just said, and hopefully  impress some of the 

many people listening, I mentioned that I’d been to my Mom’s strip club. I didn’t phrase it that way of 

course, I just called it by its name, the Ranch.  

 

Frat bro called bullshit, and so I started describing the place. I named some of the dancers (not their 

real names, but their stripper names), and I, of course, said that I’d had private dances with a few of 

them. Of course, it wasn’t like they could fact check a lot of that. But one of them pulled up some 

forums where info on the Ranch had leaked, and he was able to confirm a handful of details. Enough 

to make me seem legit. 

 

Of course, they wanted to know how much my Dad made that I could afford to go the fucking Ranch! 

But I figured the best lie has an element of truth to it, and I told them that I got a discount because I 

knew people who worked there and they hooked me up from time to time. They again called bullshit, 

but I rattled off the few remaining things I knew, and acted like I didn’t care if they believed me or not. 

 

It worked well enough. We didn’t get kicked out or anything. The problem was, from that day forward, 

all of my idiot Highschool friends believed me too! At first I played along, like I couldn’t tell them any 

more. Top secret or some such crap. But as they got more persistent over time and kept bringing it up, 

I tried to walk it back and just say that I lied. But by then, they’d done as much fact checking as the 

college guys had, and I’d already insisted it was true too many times in front of them. 

 

Honestly, they were starting to feel like I was keeping something awesome from them, and I could tell 

that my stupid lie was going to sour some relationships soon. So, as crazy as it may seem to some 

guys my age, I went to my Mom. She was a social butterfly. Hell, she had a blackbelt in whatever social 

butterfly’s study. Like, she was the person that other very socially graceful people went to for advice 

like this! 

 

It was a bit awkward because it was a lie about her work, fueled by details that she’d given me or that 

I’d garnered from getting to visit my Mom’s place of work during the day when nothing was really 

happening. But Mom was very cool about it. She gave me a frown early on, but eventually she just put 

her hand on my knee, encouraged me to go on, and let me tell the whole story. 

 

Her solution, blew my fucking mind! She told me that she really could get me a steep discount, and 

that I could tell the guys that while I’d somewhat told the truth, I hadn’t mentioned what a big deal it was 

for my friend to get me in. Like a guy begging food from his buddy that works at a restaurant. Could be 

cool, but it wasn’t cool if you got said buddy in trouble, or worse, fired. 

 

Then she said that I should tell them, by way of apology, that I would pay for one, high end strip show 

for them. A private one. But after that they needed to back off or find a way to pay themselves at the 

front door, because I didn’t want to get my secret friend in trouble. 

 

And… honestly it was kind of genius! I mean, the craziest part was that Mom really could get me a 

discount with one of the girls, but fuck yeah! Mom told me I could set it up for any time. I told my 

buddies the whole, fake, story. And they not only bought it, but they were all in!

 

Then, everything went temporarily wrong. All of a sudden, they were getting job interviews, and 

invitations to visit colleges, and having to attend summertime family stuff. We’d all graduated 

Highschool just a few months prior, and real life came for us pretty hard and all at once. Soon it just 

wasn’t possible to hang out on most days, so setting the thing up actually took forever! 

 

It was MONTHS later when I finally set a date. I confirmed the damn thing 10 times, and I even charged 

them all, what was a steep amount of money for us at the time, as “their part”. That last bit wasn’t 

insidious or anything, I just wanted to make fucking sure that they actually showed up! 

 

But after months had passed, Mom had actually forgotten about the whole thing. And it got worse… 

The guys and I showed up at the lot one day so I could, “talk to my contact”, about us coming back that 

night.But my conversation with Mom went sour pretty fast. Apparently, a nasty virus had torn through 

the club. Most of the girls had called out sick, and for fear of spreading it to the rest, or just as bad, their 

paying clients, the club had shut down, and decided to stay shut down for two weeks. Just to be safe. 

 

And just… Fuck.

 

There was no way the stars were going to align again. Worse, I was pretty sure if I told them this. You 

know, the actual truth? That they’d never believe me and be hugely pissed that I’d strung them along all 

summer. I mean, I’d told them it was definite because Mom had told me “anytime”. But of course, this 

was way out of both of our hands. 

 

So there I was, sitting a bar stool with my head in my hands, trying to figure out what the fuck I was 

going to say. Then, Mom said the craziest thing I’d ever heard. “I could do it…”, she suggested. It took 

my brain a good two minutes to process that and turn it into something I could understand. I tried to 

find the words to explain how insane that was, but Mom put up a hand silencing my protests before 

they even started. 

 

“Tell them the stripper is named Harley. We have a ton of make-up and wigs and costumes that we 

use. Tiffany is the same size as me where it counts, so I can borrow enough of her outfit to make it 

work. I’ll do my makeup, and dress up as Harley Quinn. I’ll do the voice and everything, and they will 

never know that it’s me.” 

 

She sounded insane. How could they possibly not know? I mean, it was my MOM! But Mom was 

confident as hell. She told me to give her an hour to get ready, and then come back. She’d get all set 

up and put on a private show. And, just to give me the tiniest bit of hope, she promised me that if my 

friends walked in, took one look at her and said, “That’s Mrs. Smith. What the hell is Steven’s Mom 

doing here?” Then she would sit down, and explain the whole situation, for real. In her outfit, at the 

Ranch, and with her being able to give them a tour, they would be WAY more likely to believe her than 

they ever would me! 

 

I nodded, kind of dumbfounded at how horribly wrong everything had gone. And in record fucking time! 

Like, that morning the stars were aligned and everything was finally going to work out. And now, in the 

space of a 10 minute conversation, I’d gone from, “This can’t get any worse”, to, getting my buddies 

ready for my Mom to do a secret strip show for them. What the fuck even was my life?!

 

But, I told my buddies that “Harley” told us to come back after about an hour and she would put on a 

show for everyone. They thought it was the best news they’d heard all summer, and some of them had 

been accepted into college. So there was that. But then… Then the weirdest thing happened. 

 

The guys were all talking about how they couldn’t wait to see what a stripper from the Ranch looked 

like. They were talking about how great her tits probably were, and how in shape she had to be. How 

flexible she probably was. Shit like that. And the more excited they got for the show, the more I blushed 

and the higher my temperature climbed. 30 minutes through, I had the sudden realization that I was 

seriously worked up about getting to see my Mom strip, and just… What do you even do with that 

information?!

Confused or not though. We got snacks. We grabbed some drinks from a drive through, and then, 

after an hour of hearing them talk about how hot and bangable they thought our stripper would be, two 

cars carrying the 6 of us pulled into the almost empty lot of The Ranch. It was me, Jake, Dave, Chris, 

Scott, & Noah. 

 

We got in the front door with my card key, and my friends had a ton of questions, but I just reminded 

them that I’d set this up months ago, and that passed as good enough. The place was dimly lit. It was 

still daylight outside, but inside, you could barely tell. Aside from a few windows up on the second floor 

balcony, the inside of the club just looked like the inside of a club. Dim lighting, gorgeous high end 

tables and seats, a bar straight out of a Hollywood movie about the excesses of the rich, and a series 

of stages that seemed like they could entertain hundreds if all used at once. 

 

Mom came out, and of course, I knew it was her right away. But, surprisingly, none of my friends 

recognized her at all. I had to admit, it was a crazy good costume. Mom’s face was painted white, like 

you might see on a Geisha. Her hair was an amazing wig, or somehow was dyed blonde. But she had 

it up in two buns, and one was spray colored red, while the other was blue. Her make-up was crazy 

complicated. At least, by the standards that I’d seen in real life. All of her colors were wild. I mean, she 

WAS playing a comic book character. But still. Her lips were painted red and blue as well, with one 

color fading into the other. Her eyeshadow matched the theme, as did her clothing. She was wearing 

these fishnets that, to my brain screamed “prostitute”. But I guess were probably pretty normal for the 

character, even if they were not something you usually see worn like that. They came all the way up to 

her strong upper thighs, and were red and blue, matching the rest of her outfit. She had on a leather 

choker, and a torn up top that said “Daddy’s little Monster”, and had that same mix of white, red, and 

blue that fit the rest of her color scheme. Plus, craziest of all, she had this super realistic tattoo that I 

guess matched at least one of the versions of Harley. It ran all the way up one arm and it hadn’t been 

there an hour ago. 

 

When she spoke, she sounded just like Harley from the old 90’s cartoon show. The one that every 

other voice actress had been desperately trying to copy since. “Afta noon gentlemen!”, she said. And I 

had to admit, she had the act down pat. Even her mannerisms and gestures looked perfect. “Right this 

way,” Mom said, and she gestured for us to follow her. As she led us out of the area with all the stages 

and tables, I wasn’t the only one who was confused. Mom led us into a hallway through a side door. 

But, as confusing as the journey was, no one was complaining about the view. Mom’s tight little shorts 

did a great job of showing off just how perfect her ass was, and her walk… She had a sway to her hips 

that was absolutely mesmerizing! We followed that perfect ass upstairs, and down another hallway. 

When she finally opened the door to a room, I half expected it to be a manager's office. 

 

And, it kind of was? It was some kind of role play area. It was a suite of rooms. There was a small 

stage, surrounded by chairs. But there was also a jail area, with bars, and stone-looking walls. There 

was a spot that looked like an office setting, and another area that was a bedroom. But not a regular 

bedroom. It was more like a hotel bedroom. I could easily picture moving to any part of that massive 

area, taking some photos, and having no one be able to tell that it was actually one location instead of a 

half dozen. It was seamless. It honestly looked like what I imagined a movie set might look like. 

 

Mom showed us around the room. Never dropping the Harley act. When she was done, everyone felt 

very warm and it had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. Mom looked super fucking hot, 

and this whole, “before we get started” thing that she was doing was only serving to ramp up the 

tension and the anticipation. 

 

The only question was from Jake, who, god help me, asked what we should call her. You know, the 

woman who introduced herself as Harley, and was dressed as Harley Quinn. But Mom just told him, 

“Don’t be silly puddin! Call me Harley!”

She really was something. Like, such a pro. But of course, every time I had a thought like that, my own 

temperature went up a little more and my dick got even harder. I was starting to really think about my 

Mom being a stripper, and her being so good at it that she worked at one of the best strip joints in the 

world; and, the implications were actually hitting me for the first time. 

 

But before I could process all that, Mom pushed a button on a remote, the lights dimmed, and music 

started. And, wow! I knew that my Mom was fit, but fuck! She was a serious fucking athlete. Like, Rick, 

one the guys who was with us, had played for our highschool football team. But there was no way he 

could have kept up with her! 

 

Mom used the pole in the center of the room. She moved up and down it with ease, and she gestured 

with it, and pushed against it in ways that had everyone straining to sit comfortably as they 

continuously shifted in their seats. Then the next song started, and she went over to the prison section 

and danced there. She pressed herself into the bars, got inside of them, forced her body to press 

against them, and moved her hips in time with a beat that was loud, yet somehow not loud enough to 

drown out the sounds of her moans! When the third song started, she was already 10 minutes into a 

routine that required non-stop movement, and regularly meant her lifting her whole body with just her 

arm strength, and only the smallest bit of sweet was showing on her forehead as she smiled, blew 

kisses, and gyrated to the music. 

 

There was a pause after the 3rd song, and Mom walked over to all of us, sitting in lounge chairs and as 

she walked among us, she touched me and the guys on our shoulders. She ran her fingers along our 

chests, and ruffled them through Dave’s hair, as she told us that she hoped we were enjoying the show. 

Then she promised us that we were all going to love her next act. 

When the next song started, Mom singled out Noah, who was sitting at the rightmost end of our line of 

 chairs, and began to dance in ways that made all of us jealous as hell! She moved up to him, and her 

body swayed. She bent down at the waist, and ran her chest against his as she rose back up. For a 

while, she danced in front of him, touching him, brushing against him, and even sitting in his lap and 

just slowly rubbing him through his clothes with her ass. About halfway through the song, she slid to 

her knees in front of him, and forced his knees apart. All of us groaned with want, and the mild pain of 

not getting Noah’s view in that moment; myself included. Then she made this extremely lewd gesture. 

She held her hand up to her face, and made like she was blowing a guy. She pushed her cheek out in 

time with her movements and everything. When she did, Scott said, “Holy shit!” out loud. Part of 

me wanted to shoot him an angry look, but I wouldn’t have taken my eyes off of Mom’s show for all the 

 money in the world. 

 

After a moment, she smiled, stood, ruffled Noah’s hair, and moved down the line to the next guy. 

Dave got an even more intense lap dance, as the music picked up its pace, so did Mom. It ended the 

same way though. As the song was ending, Mom stopped, slid to her knees in front of Dave, and 

gestured like she was giving head to someone standing beside her. 

 

After a moment, the song ended. Mom stood up, ruffled Dave’s hair, and moved down to Scott. The 

song that played was much slower, and, as hot as it had been when Mom had been shaking, thrusting, 

and grinding to a pulse pounding beat, watching her give a lap dance in slow-motion was somehow 

even hotter. She ran her body along Scott’s with slow, careful movements. She slid her tits up his 

chest, and moaned softly as she gripped his thighs, and swayed her body back and forth with the 

rhythm. About halfway through the song, she did her “finishing move”, and got down on her knees in 

front of him. But this time, it was different. 

 

Mom once again made the blowjob gesture. But this time Scott answered her. In a weird, almost 

surreal moment, he nodded his head and said, “Yes please.” 

 

When he did, Mom smiled, looked down the line of us and directly at me and, never breaking character, 

she said, “Well alright then! I was beginnin’ ta think that you were all a bunch of goodie goodies. Nice to 

know you got some Degenerates amongst ya.” I was pretty sure that everyone was as confused as I 

was. But, as we watched, my Mom undid Scott's, belt, undid his pants, and then pulled them and his 

boxers down to his ankles. 

 

A moment later she wrapped her hand around my highschool buddies dick, and looking down at me 

again she asked, “Do you mind if I…?” Everyone looked my way, and I kind of panicked a bit. Then I 

remembered that none of them knew who she was, and if I didn’t want them to know who’d just been 

grinding on Noah and Dave, and who was currently gripping Scott’s dick, that there was only one thing I 

could say. I told her “No”, and though it came out with a bit of a nervous squeak, it turned out none of 

the guys cared enough to notice. Immediately all eyes were back on her. 

 

Then Mom shot me a wink, and wrapped her lips around my friend’s cock. For the next 10 or so  

minutes, me and 4 friends watched my Mother give a 5th friend the most skillful blowjob that any of us 

had ever witnessed. She was slow and sensual for most of it. Her tongue, lips, and hands looked like 

fucking heaven, as she put Scott on the edge of both his seat an his orgasm, and then just held him 

there while she worked him over for another 8 solid minutes. The music was still playing, but we were 

laser focused on those hands, those lips, and the soft, sweet moans that were coming from my 

Mother’s throat. 

 

It was weird because, she was speaking like Harley, but she was… I mean, I don’t know how else to 

fucking say this. She was moaning like my Mom… Like, I Recognized her voice when she was 

moaning. It was so eerily familiar that I was sure that everyone must have recognized it, but as it 

continued, it became more and more clear that I was the only one who could hear it. After 8-10 

minutes of blowjob that it was honestly hard to last through, and I mean hard to last while just 

watching, Mom finally stopped. She popped him free from her mouth, looked over at us and said, 

“Okay. Enough-a that crap. Mamma wants that cum!” Then she looked Scott dead in the eyes, licked 

the head of his cock once, and told him, “Cum fer me kid.” Then she began to stroke him, fast and 

hard. Within seconds he was squirming and saying that he was going to cum. Then, just before he 

actually popped, Mom flicked a glance our way, and with a big ol’ smile she said, “Watch this.” Then 

she took him into her mouth, and slid halfway down the length of him. Her fist continued to pump wildly 

as he screamed that he was cumming and Mom just gazed up him, sucked, swallowed, and pumped 

him for more. 

 

It honestly took way longer for him to finish cumming than it did for her to make him cum in the first 

place, at least, once she’d said she wanted him to. After that, she stood up, ruffled his hair, and as the 

next song started, she walked down the line to Chris, and began to dance. 

 

I actually knew Chris from work, not school. We both worked the same crappy mall job during 

highschool. And so, even though he was from a rival school, we’d bonded and he’d eventually become 

one of my close friends. That said, even though Chris was like a newfound Brother to me, it still 

definitely felt like he was pushing the bounds of our friendship when my Mom got down on her knees in 

front of him, made a blowjob pantomime, and he told her “Yes! Please yes!” 

 

We all spent the next 10 minutes watching my Mom suck my friend Chris off. It was almost exactly the 

same as before, but it wasn’t boring since what we’d seen before was the most amazing blowjob we’d 

ever seen, in or out of porn! 

At the end of it, she once again said something like, “Bored now. Gimme that cum!”, and then just went 

psycho on his cock. But  by the end of it, my Mom still swallowed his load, and now two of my buddies 

had red and blue lipstick streaked up and down their dicks. After a quick ruffle of Chris’s hair. Mom 

moved down to Jake, and it was more of the ultra hot, crazy impressive same. Except that this time, 

when Mom got down to her knees, Jake immediately started saying yes. At that, Mom laughed. She 

had a gorgeous, infectious, one of a kind laugh. I thought for sure that she’d been outed, and for a 

second there, my heart was in my throat! But again, none of them noticed. Whether it was the make-

up, the music, the outfit, or just pure disbelief, they all missed those traces of the real her, peeking out 

once again. 

 

When she was done giggling, Mom slipped back into her Harley character, and with an over-dramatic 

shrug declared, “I haven't even asked the question yet!” That got some laughs from the guys. Well, all 

of them except for Jake who looked like he might die if she didn’t touch him again, and soon. But a 

moment later, Mom leaned back on her heels, reached up under her shirt, and pushed her own arm up 

between her tits for a few rough thrusts. 

 

Jake’s eyes went wide, someone said, “No fuckin’ way!”, and the temperature in my brain jumped 

another 10 degrees. I felt like I was going to overheat and die. Like, my ears had to be Rudolph levels of 

red, right?!

 

But no one was looking at me. Jake nodded, and practically begged as he gave a series of “yes’s” and 

“Please’s”. Mom left him hanging for a moment as she put a finger to her lips and seemed to debate it. 

 She even gave a, “I don’t know…” for a moment. But when it looked like Jake might burst into tears, 

she grinned at him, told him, “Okay”, and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing that she was 

topless underneath. 

 

What happened next looked amazing, but it was also the least control Mom had since she’d started. 

She wrapped Jake in those big, soft, amazing tits of hers. And I actually had the thought that, those 

were my Mom’s tits. Like, there was no fake tattoo, or pretend piercing. There was no costume or 

make-up to disguise them. They were just these two, big, lovely, soft tits. She wrapped him up in them, 

and they were 100% my Mother’s tits. 

I actually had to take my dick out, or I felt like I was going to fucking die! Mom was holding her tits 

together and rubbing them gently up and down Jake’s dick just a few feet from me, and I just couldn’t 

take it anymore. When I got it out, I was so relieved from the release of pressure as I sat back down 

with my pants around my ankles that I actually let out a loud sigh. When I did, Mom glanced my way, 

and gave an in character bark of laughter. Then, still doing her Harley impression, she said, “So 

impatient, you kids today. Just wait yer turn!” But as she said the last part, she reached out, and 

delicate fingers wrapped themselves around my cock and gave it a few, testing pumps. 

 

I groaned, LOUDLY. I was seriously worried that I was going to cum, right there on the spot! Thankfully I 

didn’t, but it was several minutes before I came down off that high. Like, legitimately several minutes! 

When I finally got control of myself again, and opened my eyes to look back over at the show, Mom 

caught my Gaze. She gave me another wink, and bent down to kiss the head of Jake’s cock. 

 

Where before she’d been in complete control, this time Jake kept pumping his hips up, or pushing on 

the outside of her hands so she’d squeeze him tighter before he gave a few rapid thrusts. Several 

times Mom laughed, and scolded him in character, but she made no real move to stop him, and in fact, 

seemed to be teasing him into doing it. Once again, it didn’t take very long. In less than 15 minutes, he 

began thrusting his hips up wildly and saying he was going to cum. When he did, Mom moved her tits 

away, and just as he was making an agonized noise over it, she told him, “Here. Fuck these instead.” 

Then she wrapped her lips around him, guided his hands to the back of her head, and let him fuck her 

face until he’d finished emptying his balls down her throat. 

It had been a little rougher than the previous guys, and Mom got up a little dazed. She stumbled for just 

a second, we all made that worried half move towards her. But she assured us that she was good 

before checking a mirror over on the wall and loudly asking, “Hey… where did all my lipstick go!?” That 

got some serious smiles. And Mom gave the group a collective wink before grabbing a small clutch 

purse off a nearby night stand and taking out some more lipstick. It was literally two tubes, but she 

applied them both with some seriously practiced expertise. In no time her lips were all made up again. 

 

Then she walked up to me. “Well if it isn’t the man of the hour”, she said softly. Then she took the 

remote, and turned off the music. She was still doing the Harley voice. But it was a quieter, and a little 

more subtle now. “No more music. No dancin’ fer YOU. Nope!” She declared. Then she pointed to my 

cock and said, “This!”. And as she said the next part, she gestured towards her lips saying, “Is goin’ 

straight into Mama’s mouth. You got a problem with that?” 

 

The question was obvious. It was so obvious that I felt like, now, definitely, they HAVE to see who she 

really is. Right?! But, everyone was oblivious to what was happening. Everyone except for us. So, as 

one of the only people who knew what was really happening, I decided I had to trust my Mom. So this 

time, I trusted her with the truth. I told that I had no problem with it whatsoever. And when I did, Mom 

smiled and said, “Good”. 

 

Then she sank to her knees, and gave me a blowjob like no other. This wasn’t 8 minutes and then 

done. This wasn’t 12 minutes of mixed teasing and then done. No. Mom went straight to work on me, 

and when she did, she proved to everyone there that we hadn’t seen anything yet. She’d actually been 

holding back the entire time. My Mother’s lips slid softly up and down the length of my cock, as she 

looked me sweetly in the eyes and ran her hands up and down my thighs. She played with my balls, 

stroked me softly, and even pressed kisses into my pelvis, stomach, and thighs in ways that made my 

cock drag along her cheeks. 

She had me on the edge within minutes, but she took me to that edge and she held me there. Every 

time I thought I was definitely going to cum, that I couldn’t take anymore, she would change up what 

she was doing, slow it down a bit, and ease me away from the brink of orgasm. Once I’d calmed down 

enough that I could breath, she would start me climbing again. And every time she did it, she took me 

even higher than I’d been before. It was more sexual intensity, more pleasure, and more overwhelming 

need than I’d ever experienced in my entire life up to that point. 

 

No one complained. No one said anything more than “wow”, “fuck”, or “Holy shit…” as she knelt in front 

of me, gave me deeply sensual eye contact, and proved herself to be a master of her craft for well over 

30 minutes.

 

At some point, one of the guys said something along the lines of, he never could have lasted this long. 

Then another guy commented that he was pretty sure she could do this to me forever. At that, Mom 

gave them her attention long enough to wink at them and let them know that, “I could… but I’m not 

gonna!”. She said the last bit like she was a supervillain about to blow up the damn. And the metaphor 

wasn’t too far off. Mom got up on the chair, pressed her tits into me, ran her leg up along my thigh, and 

moved her lips up to my ear. Then, in a soft whisper meant only for me, she said, “Cum for Mommy 

baby.” And then her hand was a blur, and I was screaming, and gripping the chair, and straining my 

muscles to their limits as she drove me straight into the most powerful orgasm of my life! 

 

I writhed and screamed, and gripped, and pulled. My orgasm was so powerful and so violent that I was 

sure that I’d broken the chair I was in. It took me several minutes of raw, loud, full throated screaming 

before I was finally done. The whole time Mom ran one gentle hand through my hair, while she 

vigorously worked my cock with the other, and whispered things like, “That’s it sweetie. Let it all out. 

Give that load to Momma!” Every word she spoke, she spoke directly into my ear as she licked and 

nibbled on it. 

 

When I was done, we got another, huge, collective, “Holly shit…!” from the other guys. 

 

There was a while after that, where I just panted, and struggled to recover from the handjob of a 

fucking lifetime, and Mom just smiled and slipped back into character. Eventually, and I’m not even 

kidding, Noah raised his hand. Thankfully, Dave was there to smack him, since I couldn’t get up to do it. 

But after a quick blow to the arm, Noah started to say, “Did I, I mean. Did we miss our chance earlier? 

Because, I didn’t know and, just. Like, I understand if you can’t or anything, but…” 

 

At his words, Mom walked over to one of the RP areas, hit her knees and said, “Ya know what I need? I 

need one fella here, another fella here, and two big loads of cum on my face. So I can show Mista J 

late-ah on that I don’t need him to have a good time… Think you two boys could help me with that?” 

 

The next 20 minutes was spent watching my Mom vigorously give a double handjob to two of my 

friends. They stood on either side of her as she sucked them, stroked them, and told them filthy things 

about how much of a whore she wanted to look like when she went back to her man later that night. It 

was energetic, and filthy, and almost the complete opposite of what she’d done with me. But god damn 

it was effective. 

 

It all looked so wild and spontaneous, but sure enough, Mom got them off like she had switches 

attached to their balls. Just as she was at the end, she stopped stroking them and ordered them to 

stroke them for her. Then, a minute after that, she reached up, gently cradled both of their ball sacks, 

one in each hand, and literally ordered them, “Now Cum!”. 

 

They both went off within seconds, and sprayed my Mom’s beautiful face with cum. Two huge loads of 

it, and she still had my load on her stomach, and her upper thighs. She honestly looked just, SO fucking 

hot! 

When it was all done, she told us, “Don’t go nowhere.”, and she headed off to a bathroom around the 

back. While she was back there, she cleaned up, changed her outfit a bit, and reapplied her make-up. 

Also while she was back there, all of my friends gushed about how I was the greatest and best friend 

to ever live, and how today had been, a-fucking-mazing! 

 

When Mom finally got back, she had one last surprise for us. 

 

She had washed all of the cum off, and fixed her make-up. Her hair was back in pigtails, no cum in 

them either. Her look from the neck up was almost exactly the same, but her outfit had changed some. 

It still looked like a Harley Quinn outfit, but it was a different one. It looked like one from fan art, or some 

kind of porn. A tight white half shirt that was pulled tightly against her nipples, and that you could see 

her areola through, was clearly not able to keep her big tits from shaking with every step that she took 

towards us. She was wearing black and red heels and a skirt, but she sat on the bed in the room, and 

leaned back so that we could all see that she wasn’t wearing any panties. 

 

After we all stared at her and drooled for a solid minute, she grinned and made a proposal.  

 “Norma-lee”, Mom started, still fully committed to the character. “Once ya pop, that’s the end of it, ya 

know? But I fig-yah, since you boys are all teenagers and whatnot, that you prob-lee got another round 

in ya. Plus, I got another hour or so before Mr. J. will miss me. So…”

 

At that, she leaned back onto her elbows, and pulled her feet, heels and all, up onto the bed with her. 

She set her legs far apart, and left us all staring at her very tempting pussy. 

 

She reached down and played with it a bit with her left hand, giving a line, a moan, or a quip about how 

good it felt here and there. And then, after a few minutes of getting distracted, she went back to her 

question. “So…” she began again. “Are you boys up for round two?”, 

 

 Dave was quick to step forward, but then immediately hesitated. It was good of him though. He took a 

 second to make sure that he knew what was being offered. He asked, rather awkwardly, if it was okay 

if her fucked her. Mom/Harley checked an imaginary watch and said, “Well, I don’t have much time I 

have left… But I tell ya what! There’s a box ah condoms in that drawer there. And I figure, as long as 

you all put one on, and find some part of me that you wanna fuck… Then we can still finish before I 

gotta go.”

 

My Mom was smiling wickedly into red faces and stunned silence  Then she said, “What I’m sayin' is. 

Yeah, you can stick it anywhere you like. But I ain’t got time to give you all a turn. So you’ll need to kind 

of go all at once like.” Then she smiled my way and asked, “Whatya call that again Steven? When the 

guys all, GANG up on the girl?” 

 

Everyone actually turned to me for the answer, and after a second of suffering through one of the 

hottest and yet, most embarrassing moments of my life, I answered her. “A gangbang. It’s called a 

gangbang.” I managed not to add, “Mom” at the end of the sentence though. So, yay, points for me…

 

“That’s the one!” She declared. “Well kid. It’s your show. You set this whole thing up, so I’ll leave this 

next bit up to you since my boss might have tah bill ya extra if you do this. You eithah got to tell your 

buddies that this might be too expensive, and we should all get dressed… Or… You tell them to get up 

here, and gangbang me! But they gotta go hard, and they gotta be fast, since we all need to leave 

pretty soon.”

 

My pulse was pounding in my head, and of all things, I felt like my ears were burning for some reason. 

But what I was being offered, in secret, was pretty clear. My Mom was giving me the out of saying this 

would obviously cost like, god I don’t know… I didn’t even know they did ANY actual sex at this place! 

But it had to be a crap-ton of money to do what she was suggesting. So, I definitely had an out. But, 

since she was really just offering herself up free of charge, again, secretly; then I could say yes if I 

wanted to. And the only consequence would be, that I’d have to watch 5 of my friends gangbanging my 

Mom.

 

After a tense moment, I nodded and said yes. But she just put a hand to her ear and asked “What?”, 

like she couldn’t hear me. I said it again, louder, and once again, she played like she couldn’t make out 

what I was saying. I almost said it a third time, when I caught her grin, and also her meaning. She 

literally wanted me to say it. 

 

So, I didn’t tell her anything. Instead I laughed, looked at the guys, and said, “You heard her guys. Get in 

there and gangbang her. But make it hard and fast since we’re pressed for time.” On the bed, Mom’s 

lovely, sensual gaze peered into my eyes, and she smiled her approval. 

 

As for the guys, they didn’t hesitate. They all rushed the drawer, got out the box of condoms, and 

quickly put them on. There was a small rush for her, but Chris was the first one there. He grabbed her 

hips, pulled her towards him, and after some unseen work of lining himself up, my Mom threw her 

head back and moaned, and Chris cried out, telling us all that he’d just slipped his cock into my 

Mother’s pussy. We all kind of paused and watched him for a second as he got a rhythm and started to 

fuck her. But eventually she snapped out of it and said, “No waitin’! No lines!” Then, she grinned, held 

up a her left hand to her mouth  and made a blowjob gesture before saying, “I got open action on my 

left hand, my right hand, my mouth, my tits, and my asshole. So step up, and ride whatever part of 

your Harley looks most appealin’!” 

 

There was some confused movement, but a few moments later Jake was standing over her on the 

bed, and Mom shot me a quick wink just before he aimed his cock at her mouth and began to fuck her 

face while Chris was fucking her pussy. Noah was next, he swung around the other side of the bed so 

he could get access to her left hand. When she didn’t see him, he grabbed her wrist and slapped his 

cock into her hand. She moaned loudly at almost the same time, and began to stroke him. When Dave 

tried to get her other hand, she almost fell in a way that definitely would have hurt the shit out of half of 

them. 

 

She pushed him away, got Jake to step back, and made everyone stop for a minute. Then she stood 

up on the bed, and began giving orders. “Chris baby, you're here”, she said, pointing at the bed. When 

he was on his back, she took a moment to mount him. She was facing me and as I watched his dick 

disappear inside of her, Mom waited for me to look up and meet her gaze again so she could tell me, 

“God! He’s really in there isn’t he! I mean, since you told him to fuck me that is…” Another grin and a 

wink, and she went back to “directing traffic”. She had Noah stand on her left, Dave stand on her right, 

and Jake stand beside him, but closer to her mouth. Lastly, she directed Scott to lube up with a bottle 

of something that had been in the same drawer as the condoms, and she gave him very detailed 

instructions on how he could slip his cock into her ass. 

 

It was several minutes of adjusting. But eventually, She had one of my buddies under her, thrusting 

slowly up. Another behind her fucking her butt. One on either side of her getting handjobs, and one 

more guy standing beside her so she could suck on him. 

 

It went like that for several minutes before Scott said, “Wait! What about Steve?” To their credit, the 

guys either stopped or slowed for an answer. At that, Mom slipped her lips up off of Jake and said, “You 

boys even seen a MILF like me getting fucked by 5 guys at once?” They all said no, and Mom gave me 

one last wink before saying, “Well trust me boys. Steven has one hell of a view over there. The view of 

a lifetime I’d say, even. Whattah ya' think kid?” She asked me. “Am I making this good for ya?” 

 

I nodded and said yes. She smiled, and, that being more than enough for everyone else, moans, 

slurps, groans, and sex noises all started up again as the 5 of them went back to fucking my Mother’s 

every hole while I looked on, and she worked two more with her hands. 

 

She was amazing. She was… incredible! Somehow, she was legitimately working on all of them. Her 

blowjob had her attention. Her handjobs were skillful, and, I never realized how it was before that 

moment that my Mom was ambidextrous, but I’d never be able to fucking un-know it again! And as for 

the two guys who actually got to be fucking her, well, they were doing most of the work. But trust me, 

they weren’t complaining! 

 

I watched as, for an hour, my five best friends unknowingly gangbanged my Mommy! They all rode her 

hard from every angle, and she gave it back twice as good as she got it. Eventually, the most recent 

guy in her ass screamed that he was going to cum. Mom glanced my way and stopped sucking on 

Jake just long enough to say, “Just tell tell him to blow his load inside me Steven!” 

 

At her words, The guy under her announced that he was going to cum too. I did as my Mom asked, 

 and a few minutes later, both guys were gritting their teeth and yelling that they were cumming. As 

they did, Mom looked back and forth between the three remaining guys, and gave a loud, orgasmic 

moan as she announced that two of their friends were blowing their loads inside of her. Immediately, 

Jake said “Fuck!” and began stroking himself for all he was worth. Mom looked from between him and 

the guy beside him and said, “Do it! Cum all over my face!” Soon everyone was losing it but Noah, and 

Mom fixed that fast. She shot a look his way, and said, “Look down at my rings Noah.” When he 

complied she said, still using the Harley voice, thank fucking god, “Those aren’t part of the costume 

Noah. You and you’re buddies just gangbanged a married lady! And now you’re about to cum all over 

me!” And as she was saying it, the first load from the other side splashed across her face. Then more 

hit her face and tits. And she kept eye contact with Noah as asked for “more”, and told them to keep 

giving it to her. 

 

That was it for Noah, and soon I was watching all five of my friends as they blew their loads all over the 

inside, and the outside of my Mother. It was hot as hell, and the way she looked when they were done… 

 I will never, ever forget that image.

 

When everyone was done, Mom got cleaned up again, and this time, she told everyone to wait in lobby, 

with the exception of me. She told the guys she had a few money issues that she needed to work out 

with me since I’d sprung for extra, and I got a dozen more “thank you’s!” but no more offers of cash as t

he guys all left me alone in the room. 

When they were gone, Mom finished cleaning up, and eventually came back clean faced, and wearing 

nothing but that little white t-shirt from before. She sat on the bed, and patted a spot beside her, calling 

me over. Naturally, I did as my Mom asked. I mean, it had been the wildest, most insane fucking night 

of my life, but at the end of it, she was still my Mom. Hell, she was my Mom, plus, I was pretty sure she 

 was the world champion of Mom’s who did their Son a huge favor! 

 

I sat beside her, and she basically checked in with me. I’d given permission at several steps along the 

way, but she’d picked up that I didn’t actually realize that the club did “full-service”. So, yeah. My Mom 

wasn’t just a stripper after all. Nope. She was a “full-service” stripper. 

 

…

 

She talked to me for a bit. She let me know that she knew what she was getting into. Gave me an “I 

told you so” about my buddies not recognizing her, and generally set my mind at ease that we were 

cool, and my friends still had no idea what had really happened. Then, she made some jokes about 

being able to tell all of my friends kinks, and pointing some of them out while explaining them. At the 

end of it, she was commenting on how Noah was obsessed with her rings, and clearly had a thing for 

married women. 

 

Then she asked me if I had a thing for married women too. When I said no, she got this knowing smile 

and said, “Really?” I nodded, and she turned, and straddled me before adding, “Just Mommy then?” 

 

I wanted to lie so bad. But I learned too much about my Mom that day, and I knew I would never get 

away with it. So I nodded, and told her yeah… just her. At that she whispered, “Good boy”. Then she 

reached down between us, and fished my cock out of my pants once more, before guiding it, 

unprotected, into her hot, wet, AMAZING pussy! 

 

She rocked her hips against me gently for several minutes, and we both just gripped one another and 

moaned. After a few minutes, Mom began speaking in soft tones. “You know, I really did like this. I think 

we should do it again. Maybe even more than just once.” I gasped, and, at the mention of all of that 

incredible stuff happening again, I could not even form words. Thankfully, Mom had full control of the 

conversation, and was plenty comfortable with that. 

 

“It might be fun, finding a new costume. A new way to trick your buddies every week.” 

 Every week! Did she just say every week!?!?!

 “And hey,” she added. “Once you go off to college, you’ll make all new friends. Ones that have never 

even met me. Then we can ditch the costumes, and you can get some pretty sweet pictures too.” At 

that, I grabbed at her shoulders, and warned her that she was going to make me cum. But she just 

smiled softly, and whispered, “I know sweetie. I know.” 

 

Then, after a few more moments of me trying to hold back, and gritting my teeth as she gently rolled 

her hips and drove us both wild with the feeling of me sliding all up and down the inside of her, she 

spoke once more. “I mean… honestly. If you end up liking your new college buddies enough… And, I 

mean, there’s no telling how many friends you’ll make in college! Well, maybe you build up some trust, 

and one day we just drop the act entirely.” 

 

At that I stopped moving my hips with hers, drew in a sharp breath through my teeth, and truly unsure 

of whether or not I actually wanted her to say it, I basically dared her to as I gasped out, “WHAT!?!”

 

At that, Mom smiled. Then she clarified it for me, saying, “I mean… sweetie. That we tell them who I 

really am at some point. And make it so that, at some point, I get to look up at you as your buddies are 

fucking the shit of me, and yell something like”, and then her voice got a little louder, as she mimicked a 

quieter version of how she might actually sound in that moment. “Oh god baby! Their fucking me! Your 

friends are all fucking me! They’re gangbanging your Mommy!”

 

I pulled her down hard, and fucked my orgasm into her then. I came hard! I came like I had never cum 

before in my life! Buckets and buckets of cum shot up into my Mom as I emptied my balls, and in 

response she started cumming right along with me! We rode one another and screamed and moaned 

and came for several minutes! 

 

When it was done, we fell back onto the bed, and laid sweaty, and entangled in one another for long 

enough that we were startled by one of the guys knocking at the door to ask if we were still good. 

 

We yelled back, and eventually, Mom and I got cleaned up, and I headed out without her. 

 

My buddies and I went out after to grab food, and it was so bizarre for me. They spent all night talking 

about how hot, sexy, tight, and slutty the stripper had been. And I spent all night listening to them talking 

about what a great lay my Mom was. But I was the only one who knew! 

It was almost 1 am before I got home. I grabbed a quick drink, showered, and headed for bed. But just 

as I was about to crawl into the covers, there was a gentle knock at my door. Then Mom came in, and 

held up a black bag with an outfit in it. 

 

It turned out, it was a costume that was meant to pair with body paint to make her look like Cortana. 

She was talking about how cool it was, and asking me what I thought about it. But, I had a brief 

moment of confusion. 

 

Thankfully, Mom caught it, grinned one of her, “Oh you silly kid you!” grins, and then clarified for me. 

“It’s for next week.” And when I still wasn’t quite able to wrap my head around my new reality, Mom, as 

always, helped me out. She hung the costume up, and said, “That’s what I plan to be wearing when 

you invite Jakey, Christopher, Scott, David & Noah over next week, so they can all fucker your stripper 

friend again. You remember. The married one whose rings Noah couldn’t take his eyes off of?” 

 

I hadn’t thought she was serious. Really! I thought it was pillow talk, to get me off harder. But Mom let 

her robe slide to the floor, and closed my door behind her, locking it. Then she flipped the light switch 

off, and climbed into bed with me. As her hand ran slowly up my naked thigh, making its way towards 

my already hard cock, she told me, “Oh sweetie. From now on, you and Mommy are going to have SO 

much fun together.” 

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