Mom at the Fraternity House

 

Mom at the Fraternity House

 

I was waiting with my friend Kyle at the most discreet entrance of our frat house. It was a little side door with no clear walking path, and a driveway that was accessed separately from the main one. This was because it wasn’t our driveway, it was actually for a different building. But you could see our little side door from it, so whenever we were trying to sneak something or someone in, this was the place to do it from. 

In the case of Kyle and I, we were sneaking in a prostitute. This wasn’t something I normally did or anything. But, in the month since I’d joined the frat, my roommate had gone on and on and on about how into married women he was, and he’d eventually taken to saying that he needed to hire a prostitute to play the part. After weeks of that, I finally caved and pointed out that we literally had a famous brothel about an hour away from us; and he should either do it or stop talking about it. 

Mind you, Kyle was the kind of guy who normally wouldn’t do either. So, I was surprised as hell when he said that he was going to do it. He wanted to set the whole thing up, but then kept asking for my help. He didn’t have a credit card, so he wanted to give me the money and have me use my card. He got their phone number, but was afraid to call and ask himself. When I directed him to their handy-dandy website, he was quick to point out that they had rates for two, and then go off on how, I was the one who had told them this was an option. As if that gave me some moral obligation to go in on it with him. But, mid-argument Kyle pointed out that if I caved and lost, my “worst case scenario” was getting a blowjob from a beautiful prostitute wearing Wedding Rings.  

So, after he offered to pay for half of my share, I genuinely decided it was worth it. Not just because of a BJ from a certified hottie/professional (mostly that), but also because it would make Kyle stop whining about it. Fast forward a few weeks, and a car pulls into our little side drive that I recognize. The moment it happened, my heart dropped out of my chest and I felt myself go cold with growing horror. Like, in the back of my mind I knew it was a possibility, but I just kept telling myself that the odds had to be stacked against this happening. And in fairness, the odds were crazy low. But crazy low and zero are not the same thing. 

Kyle, on the other hand, was thrilled when he saw her. She had long beautiful hair, lovely skin, really big tits, and, as she spotted the two of us and began to walk over, you could easily add great ass and sexy walk to the list as well. But as Kyle looked at me, awash in excitement, he saw that I wasn’t excited. And, god fucking help me, the best my stupid-ass brain could come up with for what was wrong when he asked was, “Oh uh. She just, um, she looks like my Mom is all. It’s kind of weird. That’s it.” I sounded like Han Solo saying “Everything is fine here! How are you?”, in Star Wars. Only an idiot would believe me. 

Thankfully, as my Mom, a woman who definitely looked like my Mom, was walking up to us, Kyle’s blood had abandoned his brain in favor of his dick. So, he was, at the very least, a temporary idiot, and accepted my terribly worded excuse without question. In fact, it didn’t even occur to him that getting a blowjob from someone who looked just like my Mom might be an issue. In fairness, all he cared about was, “was she wearing Wedding Rings”. And, as she walked up to us, the familiar sparkle of her real wedding band paired with her real engagement ring was clearly present on her left hand. 

As Mom walked up and got a good look at us, there was the briefest drop in her guard. She saw me, and, for just a moment, that professional, beaming smile of hers, faltered. But it was only a moment, and luckily, Kyle wasn’t staring at her face when it happened. So Mom’s low-cut top had saved the day. 

That said, low-cut didn’t do it justice. Mom was wearing ripped up denim shorts; I think they called them Daisy-Dukes. They were paired with short, heeled black boots, and a white shirt that probably would have gotten her arrested if she’d taken the bus. The shirt was white cotton. It was also cinched up, tied in a knot, and doing everything it could to communicate that my Mom’s very large, very lovely tits were braless underneath it. 

She had a little black shoulder purse as well, that I knew would be full of lube, oil, and condoms. I knew this because before I’d left for college (the day after I turned 18), I finally asked Mom why she had a separate purse for work. I’d just recently been told what she did for a living, and the fact that she was gorgeous, a prostitute, and my Mom, had been giving me very mixed feelings. I learned something about myself though when, in a semi-sexual tone, Mom had answered my question of “What’s in there anyway?”. She grinned, and replied, “Lube, body oil, and condoms”. In the weeks that followed, I had masturbated to the memory of her saying that, dozens of times. A fact that really cleared up the whole, would I really fantasize about my own Mom, thing. 

But now, here she was. Lube and all. And she’d been hired by my roommate to give us both blowjobs while playing up the fact that she was married, so there was that. I honestly half expected her to have some cool excuse, or clever words that would get us out of this situation. But instead she just walked up to us, and with a big smile on her face she said a line about the weather that was her side of the passphrase that the website had prepared us for. Kyle, smooth for the first time in his damn life, replied back with our side of the phrase, and without another word, Mom gestured for us to lead her inside. 

We led her to our room, and, once we got there, Kyle tried to introduce himself. But Mom cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips. She was gentle with the touch, and her smile was so charming that I think we both adopted some really goober looking grins in reply. Mom, for her part, just said, “not like that”. Then she asked us where the shower was. 

It wasn’t random of her. On the website Kyle had to put in a bunch of stuff about his fantasies, his likes, and his deal breakers. I made him delete one of his likes, and when he griped about it, I reminded him that he was supposed to be filling it out for both of us. But, long story short, he had a fantasy about sex in the shower, and while we hadn’t paid for sex, Kyle’s excitement when he started to show her the way, clearly said that a BJ in the shower was just as good. 

My thoughts were racing with how I might back out of this, or stop it somehow. I honestly (I SWEAR!), couldn't believe she was there. This might sound like a weird thing to say, but my Mom cost way more than Kyle and I could afford. Dad had called her one of the brothel’s top performers, and implied that it took a small fortune to get her attention. Now, I would later learn that Mom was filling in a friend who just needed to take a break, so she was attending all of her appointments and for the money that her friend normally accepted. That was how she’d ended up at our door. But at that moment, it was extremely confusing!

As my thoughts raced, things happened so fast that I could barely keep track. We got to the bathroom and I was asked to close the door behind us. Mom told us to strip, and began to get undressed herself. Then she told us to get in the shower, and she got out an oil of some kind that she used to make her absolutely gorgeous body glisten. Mom was careful to mostly keep all that lovely hair of hers away from the oil, but she also didn’t use a hair tie to put it up. For the record, that time, all of it, was when I was lost in my thoughts. Kyle and my Mom were in the shower, naked, with Mom’s sexy curves all oiled up and ready, and I was still just standing by the door fully dressed. 

Kyle went to say something to or about me, but Mom interrupted him with, “Ready for that introduction?”, and he was quick to accept the distraction. I could hardly blame him, only a fool would be looking at anything other than the absolute goddess that was standing naked in front of him at that moment. Kyle nodded, and started to introduce himself again, but Mom once again gently touched a finger to his lips. 

“Not like that”, she said with a suggestive smile. Then she dropped down to her knees. Looking up at him, she used her left hand to articulate as she spoke. Gesturing to herself or to him with it, and of course, drawing attention to her Wedding Rings as she did so. “With a regular Married Woman, you would introduce yourself with a handshake, and as you did, you would exchange names. That is true. But I,” she said, touching her hand to her very impressive chest, “am not a regular Married Woman.” Then she batted her eyes prettily up at him as she clarified, “I am a Married Woman, and a Whore. And we do things a little differently.”

Kyle was rock-hard by this point, and Mom actually had to move her head a little to the side so she could look at him around the dick that was now bobbing in front of her face. “Now,” she purred. “What’s your name sweetie?” He answered her, and Mom smiled, and then swallowed his cock in one smooth motion. She moaned, and sucked, and bobbed her head. Her lips slid up and down the length of Kyle’s dick as he cried out in pleasure and surprise.  It was only a few seconds, but to Kyle and I it definitely seemed much longer! When she was done, she popped her lips off of him, looked up into his eyes and said, “Hi Kyle, I’m Missus (Mrs.) S.” 

After a second, Kyle laughed, and looked at me, which had my shaking my head and thinking “don’t you fucking dare!”. But it was too late, the thought, like a seed, was already planted. Mom tipped her head to the side a bit, and asked with curious amusement, “What’s so funny?” Kyle apologized, but was quick to let her know that it was funny that she was Mrs. S., because, “The first thing Steve said when he saw you was that you looked just like his Mom. And his last name is Smith.” 

Mom held her hand to her chest and laughed a little, admitting, “That is kind of funny. But, you know what’s extra crazy about that?” Kyle took the bait and asked what, so she replied, “That is kind of my thing usually. I roleplay as people’s Mom. You know,” she said suggestively. Then she held up a hand to the side of her head and added, “While I’m working”, and as she said it, she sucked on the imaginary dick she was holding. 

Kyle’s face flushed red, and even though he’d had zero reaction to my comment about her looking like my Mom, when she said that roleplaying Mommy was something that she did, he was clearly into it. “Wow, that is kind of hot…” he muttered. In reply, Mom smiled up at him. “Yeah?”, she asked. “Then we should totally do it!”, she added. 

Kyle said “Really!?”, I froze like a statue, and Mom said, “Absolutely!” Then she looked at me and, as if she were a bad actress, she over-clarified, “Isn’t that right… Son?”, and she punctuated it with a wink. 

Kyle was nodding along like this was the best day of his life. And I managed to nod, which was progress for me. Then Mom looked up at Kyle and whispered, “You know what’s kind of crazy when you think about it?” Then after a pause she continued, “If I really do look like his Mom, then imagine how all of this must look… Like, especially this.” Then, she gave her hair a little shake, took his dick into her hand, and flashed me a smile. My Mom then proceeded to maintain eye contact with me as she started to suck, slurp, and moan her way up and down my roommate's dick. 

He looked from her to me, as he moaned, and half folded over in pleasure. Mom, for her part, never let up. When he turned a bit, she just turned the other way and made it so that his cock was fucking her cheek. The side of her face that was turned to me was bulging out obscenely as my friend bucked his hips, and my Mom stared into my eyes intently.  

Kyle wasn’t quiet about any of it, and much louder than my Mom’s lovely sounding moans, he was swearing, and saying shit like, “Holy fuck Mrs. Smith, you suck cock so good!” It didn’t take more than 2 or 3 minutes of that for us to have attracted unwanted attention. The knock at the door was not followed by any kind of courtesy pause. It was a frat house, by definition full of horney young men with very little understanding of personal space. So the door opened, and our buddy Jose popped his head in to ask what was going on. 

Jose was halfway through asking when he laid eyes on what was going on, and halfway through a Spanish sentence that I assumed translated to “Holy shit!”, Mom shot a wink his way without so much as slowing down. The words, “What? What is it?” came from the hallway, and then Mason opened the door a little more and leaned around the corner. After he got out his piece on how shocking and hot what he was seeing was, Mom did finally pause. Then she stood up, and gestured for them to come in, asking me to please close the door when they failed to. 

Mom put her hands on her hips, and took a relaxed stance. There were now 4 men, and 1 woman in a bathroom that generally wasn’t designed for that kind of traffic. The three of us were standing awkwardly outside of the shower, as Mom and Kyle stood naked inside of it. Then Mason, like he was wondering what was for dinner tomorrow, asked, “So… what’s uh… what’s goin’ on?” 

At his tone, Mom laughed, covering her mouth with her left hand as she did, and getting an appreciative gasp from Jose and Mason. Covered in the oil, her Wedding Rings sparkled brilliantly in almost any kind of light. At the very least, the newest additions to our group realized that they were looking at a beautiful, Married Woman, seemingly having an affair with Kyle.

…While I watched. 

Then Kyle explained, and the situation did not improve! 

At Mason’s question, Kyle was quick to explain that he and I had hired a prostitute to give us both blowjobs because Kyle had a married woman fantasy. But then it turned out that she specialized in Mom/Son roleplays, so now instead of playing just Mrs. S., she was playing Mrs. Smith, Steven’s Mom!

Almost immediately after he finished, Jose reached for his wallet and while looking at me he said, “I’m sorry man, but I HAVE to get in on this.” Mom gave another laugh, but also told them, “That is not how this usually works boys. It is by appointment.” But, clever bastard that he was, Jose then countered with, “Not even for friends, heck, Frat Brothers, of your own Son?” His voice was pleading as he folded his hands in front of him with a wad of cash in them. 

Mom sighed, but looked amused, not angry. She was wrapping her fingers thoughtfully against her leg for a moment. Then she turned to Kyle and said, “Alright fine… how much did the site charge you for today?” At her words, all the guys cheered, and with another laugh, Mom shushed them and warned that the bathroom was crowded enough already. 

Kyle told the two newcomers how much a blowjob for two cost, and Jose quickly ponied up the cash for Mason and Him (Jose had a lot of money. It was easily 10% of his personality). Then both men quickly stripped down and stood in front of Mom waiting for instructions. She had stepped out of the shower, and it was now me by the door, with the two of them standing in front of my Mother. While they were waiting for Mom to say something, Mason extended his hand and started to introduce himself. When he did, Mom touched a finger to his lips and told him, “Not like that.” This time Kyle was in on it, and gave a laugh before rubbing his hands together excitedly. Jose and Mason both picked up on that vibe, and seemed excited to find out how the introductions would play out. 

Mom did not disappoint. 

As soon as Jose put the cash in her purse, she beckoned them both to come closer to her with her hand. And just the promise of what was going to happen, along with her stunning body being on full display, was more than enough to have them both hard and bobbing in the air.

Then Mom got down on her knees again, and explained her unique introduction process to the two newest members of our growing little group. “I am a Wife”, she said, gesturing towards herself with her left hand, “and a Mother”, she added, flashing a quick smile in my direction. “But I am also a whore. And as such, I, personally, prefer a nice big dick, over a handshake. So…” she said, her tone as pleasant as any well done introduction. “What’s your name sweetie?” 

She was looking up at Jose as she asked since he was closest. When he answered, Mom wrapped her lips around his cock and slid them slowly down to the root as she moaned and looked up at him. Jose’ let out a quick “Holy fuck!”, as he almost jumped out of his skin from the sudden shock of intense pleasure.  She held him all the way down her throat for a moment as he composed himself a bit, and she then slowly slid her lips back up off him. When she released the tip from her mouth, his cock sprang up in a way that almost had it slapping her cheek on the backlash. Instead, a tiny splatter of pre-cum landed on her face. But Mom just smiled at him, and in a lusty tone she said, “Hi Jose. I’m Steven’s Mom, Mrs. Smith.” 

Then she curled a finger Mason’s way, and he was quick to obey, stepping up closer to her. “And what’s your name young man?” The moment she said it, she opened her mouth, and passed her lips around the head of Mason’s cock without actually touching it, and closed her eyes in anticipation. The move made him freeze up for a second, and Mom opened her eyes back up so she could look up at him. But she didn’t move or say anything, she just started panting as if she were nearly overcome by lust. After a few seconds, he blurted out, “Mason!”, and Mom moaned loudly as she swallowed his cock up and bobbed up and down the length of it a few times. She released him from her mouth with a line of mixed spit and cum dangling between her lips and Mason’s dick as she continued to pant and gaze up at him. “Oh Mason”, she half moaned as she used her left hand to wipe her mouth clean. “It’s SO good to finally meet my Son’s college Friends!” 

At that point Jose’ spun around, grabbed his pants, and quickly produced his wallet. Mom looked confused for half a second, then Jose’ declared “I don’t care how much it costs! I HAVE to get more than a blowjob out of this!” At first, I took my Mom’s hesitation for the possibility of her finally shooting this whole mess down. But I would later realize that she had no idea how much to charge for that. She didn’t know the rates of her friend, so she was very unclear on what that was supposed to cost. She hadn’t even known how much blowjobs from someone at this level ran for until Kyle had said what the site charged him. 

After a few seconds of delay, Mom stood up again, and, with a tone that clearly said that she was leaning towards just saying no, she made an offer. “I… I'll tell you what kiddo. If you throw in an extra hundred, I will allow for the possibility of more than a blowjob. But I will not make any guarantees on what anyone gets, or how anyone cums.” To me, it sounded like a bad deal, and I kind of hoped that it would be a deal breaker for Jose’. But my Dad wasn’t a partner in a mega rich law firm, and Jose’s was. He recognized Mom’s tone, decided it was worth it, and simply said, "Deal!”, as he turned to slap another hundred dollar bill down on the sink counter. 

Fuck.

Mom smiled, and shot a glance my way as she backed up into the shower, beckoning Jose’ and Mason to join her. Kyle was already waiting, and seemed happy to go along with whatever everyone else decided on. Once all three of my buddies and Mom were in there, Mason finally asked, “What about Steven?” In reply, Mom shot an absolutely SINFUL smile my way. She looked directly at me as she admonished Mason with, “I’m his Mother, you pervert”. Then she threw an arm around each of the two guys standing on either side of her and playfully added, “He just wants to watch.” 

Kyle contributed then by asking, “So… what do we…”. But he was cut off as Mom ran her fingers into his hair, and pulled his face towards her for a knee weakening kiss. When he finally came away from that kiss, seemingly breathless, my Mom spoke her answer in a low, seductive tone. “We give him a show.” 

Mom then did a slow turn, looking at each of the guys in the shower with her as she did. By the time she was done, she had apparently gathered some information. Because the next thing she did was point to the wall behind her and step out as she told Jose’, “You. Here.” He obeyed, and moaned out “Oh my god yes!” a second later when she backed into him, crushing him against the wall and lodging his cock in between her ass cheeks. She then placed a hand under Mason’s chin and guided him to stand almost in front of her. She shot me another quick glance and a smile just before she locked lips with him and began to make-out with him slow and sensuous. A few seconds into their kiss, she reached back and found Jose’s hands, which she then guided up to her massive tits. 

Jose was massaging those huge breasts of hers as she ran one hand through Mason’s hair and slowly rocked his world with a toe-curling kiss. As the two men were moaning, one into her back and the other directly into her mouth, her left hand reached out to the side and grabbed a hold of Kyle’s dick. At first she pulled him closer by it, but then her expertise became apparent as she, absently, worked his cock with such skill that you would think he was the only person in the world, and had her full attention. 

It went on for a while that way. She would alternate between kissing the different guys, and stroking them each in turn. Jose’ came out of his corner and got to experience both for a few minutes, then Mom sternly told him “Back in your corner”, and he grinned like a goofball, and happily obeyed before getting his cock pinned between her oiled up ass cheeks again. Eventually Mom paused long enough to ask me to hand her some condoms. 

It was an insane situation. But even more insane, I was so into watching it that I didn’t hesitate. I started towards her purse, and when Jose called out that he had some in his wallet, I grabbed those instead and handed them into the shower. Mom took them from me, but as I went to take my hand back she gently held onto my wrist. I looked up at her, and she guided my hand up to her face, extended one of my fingers, and placed it in her mouth. Once there, she looked me dead in the eyes as she softly sucked on my fingers, and made pleased little sex noises while she did. After a few seconds, she opened her mouth up, and let go of my hand, uttering “Thank you sweetie”. 

On my way back to where I was watching from, I gave up on pretending this wasn’t the hottest fucking thing I’d ever witnessed. Like, it was hotter than the hottest thing I’d ever even properly imagined! So, last to the party, I stripped down out of my clothes finally. I figured if I didn’t, my erection was going to fucking kill me!

In the shower, all three guys quickly put their condoms on. Jose started to ask now what, but Mom seemingly ignored him, turning her back to him and crushing him back against the shower wall with her ass again. He moaned, she smiled, and when Mason came in for another kiss, she held up a hand indicating for him to wait. 

She looked back over her shoulder at Jose’ and asked, “Is it weird for you that I’m your friend's Mom?” He was quick to tell her no in a tone that heavily implied he would say anything as long as she didn’t stop what she was doing. But then Mom reached behind her, and there was a period of her moving up and down on her toes. Then she made a surprised, “OH!” sound, immediately followed by a rough moan as she lowered her body slowly, and with a shudder of pleasure asked, “How about now?” 

Jose was moaning, and banging on the shower wall with his fists. He’d gone from having the time of his life playing with my Mom’s tits, to closing his eyes tightly and looking like he was desperately trying NOT to touch her. Kyle was the first to say it, sort of. He asked, “Is he…”. But Mom just had him step up in front of her. Then she said, “Playtime is over boys”, and reaching down, she guided Kyle’s cock to her waiting pussy lips. 

It took a few moments as she guided him, and he fussed with trying to get the right angle, and get his feet planted properly. But when he finally got in there, and I mean really, properly, got all the way in there; we all knew it. Mom ran fingernails down his back as they both moaned in a mix of ecstasy and relief. 

It was slow moving for a moment then. Kyle was clumsily trying to find a rhythm, Jose’ was still holding as still as possible and very clearly doing his best not to cum. Mason was standing to the side, just transfixed by the sight of it all. Then Mom said, “Kyle.”, and when he didn’t acknowledge her, she gently placed  a hand on his face, and got him to open his eyes and look at her. “Kyle sweetie?” she beckoned again, ensuring that she had his full attention. 

Then, still looking into his eyes, she began to talk to him, soft and sweet. “Kyle, if by some chance, you ever meet Steven’s Dad, do me a favor, okay?” Kyle nodded, clearly confused by the abrupt change in topic. Then Mom continued, “Don’t tell him that you and 3 of your buddies got me to oil my body up and join you in the shower.” Kyle blurted “Oh Fuck!”, and clenched his teeth. His jaw locked up tight as he closed his eyes and looked away from Mom’s face. 

But looking or not, she still had him dead to rights. Mom continued softly, as if no interruption had ever occurred. “Don’t tell him that you and Jose’ did to me what you are in the process of doing to me right now. Alright Kyle? Could you not mention that you and your friends double-fucked me to my Husband?” 

Kyle's face was bright red, and his muscles were visibly maxed out as he did his all to hold back. Then Mom, still speaking with the gentle voice of a lover, leaned her head forward just a bit, and asked her final question directly into his ear. “How’s that Married pussy feel Kyle?” 

If Jose’ hadn’t been behind her, Mom would have gotten slammed into the wall as Kyle cried out, opened his eyes, and, pushing Mom back into Jose’, he began to fuck her as hard as could while very obviously blowing his load inside of her pussy! He was screaming and cumming, and Mom started moaning, and shaking her head, and crying out along with him. And as the two of them basically forced my Mother’s body up down Jose’s cock, he lost his shit too, and soon all three of them were screaming that they were cumming! 

I was pretty sure it was the hottest fucking thing that any of us had ever seen. 

There were a few minutes of all three of them slowly coming down, finishing, and wincing at the very idea of pulling out. But eventually Kyle pulled free and all but collapsed into the corner of the shower. Jose’ practically begged to be released, and Mom helped him squeeze free, before he stumbled out of the shower and quickly dropped a very full condom into the wastebasket with a sickly full sounding PLOP noise. And that just left Mason, hard as a rock and no doubt dripping with pre-cum into his condom after his front row seat for that incredible show!

As Kyle was panting on the floor behind her, Mom stepped up to Mason, and with a sultry promise she said, “Your turn”. Then, she looked back at me and said, “Don’t worry sweetie. I know this has been a lot but…”, then she looked back at Mason and assured everyone listening that, “Mommy’s almost done here.” 

Then, in a day full of shocking events, Mason kind of legitimately shocked all of us. Mom was stalking up to him like a lioness about to pounce on her prey, when he just loudly blurted out, “Would you be my Aunt?!” Even Mom was struck still for a second with the suddenness of it. But, after a moment, she recomposed herself. Then she leaned into him, and brought her lips up to his ear. Then she slowly removed the condom, pulling it up and off him, and while she was doing it, Mason whimpered with pleasure, his body almost crumbling under it. 

Frankly, I understood. I was right there with him, and no one had even touched ME yet!

Mom didn’t address his request directly, instead she just fell straight into character. Her words were soft, but in the confines of the bathroom, we could still all hear her. “Don’t worry Mason,” she began. “I won’t tell anyone here that you are my Nephew, okay?” He nodded emphatically, very clearly SO into it! Mom continued, “I just have one little request. Alright?” He made a noise then, that we all assumed was meant to mean, “yeah”. 

Then Mom aggressively whispered, “Stuff your cock down your Auntie Mary’s throat, and give me all of your hot fucking cum!” A moment later she hit her knees, grabbed his cock, and he was yelling that he was cumming before she even got her lips around it. That said, she didn’t miss a drop. She put her left hand against his stomach, and held him against the wall as swallowed his cock and his cum. Her right hand went to work helping her drain him of every last drop after his first few screams indicated that he was cumming inside of her. As he was unloading, he loudly screamed out, “I’m Cumming Auntie!” 

When he was done, he practically slid down the wall in exhaustion, and Mom actually had to quickly stand and back peddle in order to keep from being knocked over by accident. She looked around at the three college guys, drained of cum and energy, and shot me a quick wink after admiring her handy work. Then she stepped out of the shower, grabbed her shirt, and started to get dressed again. 

She looked at all three men once again, and then over to me before suggestively saying, “I think you and I need to uh, have some one on one, Mother Son time back at your room before I leave. Don’t you?” I nodded, half playing along and half wondering if my Mom was about to kill me for what just happened. When Mom had all of her clothes back on, I was between her and the door, and she said, “Sweetie, could you?”, indicating the door with a tilt of her head. 

But as soon as I opened it up, another one of my frat Brothers almost fell into the room with us. He caught himself in time, but everyone in the bathroom was left staring into a hallway with at least 8 more guys in it. “Oh my…” Mom said in a voice that wavered between surprise and lust. 

“We heard some stuff.” One of the men in the hallway offered, and uh, yeah. We had failed to be quiet for some time now, and depending on how long they’d been standing there, they’d heard “married woman, Mommy, and I’m cumming Auntie”, all one after the other. And now there were 4 naked dudes, and a waste basket full of used condoms in plain view. “Kyle dear…” Mom said. 

And once again, Kyle set about explaining what had happened, how it happened, and how a lot of it had been the result of a series of random ass coincidences. Mom for her part, was back to her heeled boots, her ripped up denim shorts, and her white blouse tied tightly across her chest. Except that now her body was covered in water resistant oils, and the blouse was completely see through as it clung to her massive tits. On top of that, Mom made a show of scooping the money off the counter and stuffing it into her purse as Kyle talked about how she’d been hired to blow us, but for extra cash had taken on extra sex acts, and extra guys. 

Naturally, at the end of the story, all 8 of the guys (basically every remaining frat brother who wasn’t out of the house working or something), started pulling out wallets and begging to be next. This time, Mom appeared serious about shutting them down though. She referenced how she wasn’t supposed to deviate from what they paid for through the site. But they pointed out she’d already crossed that line. She talked about how small the bathroom was, but they pointed out that we technically had a massive two story house at our disposal. Finally she told them, “Boys… I have already stayed here a lot longer than expected, and if I don’t get home and start on dinner soon, my Husband is legitimately going to wonder where I am.” That… did not discourage them. In fact, Kyle moaned out another “Oh fuck that’s hot” from somewhere behind me, and he was not exactly helping by doing so. My downfall was, yet again, cleverness. One of the guys in the hallway, I think it was Jordan, gave a brief argument about how, they were all friends of mine, and it wouldn’t be fair to pick some of my friends, and just leave the rest high and dry. 

At that, Mom acted like she was really struggling. As if fairness to the horny college guys of the world was her primary motivation in all things. But, after visibly struggling with the decision for a few moments, Mom threw her hands up and said, “Okay fine, but-” She was cut off by cheers, and she grinned at their genuine excitement. After letting it go on for a few more moments, she held up her hand for silence again. 

Once the guys quieted down, Mom gave her conditions. “Okay, we can do this, but normally, I make this kind of thing last a long time. Maximum pleasure being my goal and, to be clear, that is not happening this time. If we do this, I’m going to make you all cum so fast and so hard that you may honestly be embarrassed, so if you can’t-” But again they cut her off with a dozen promises of how they would be totally fine even if she made them cum in their pants. 

Then, still unsure of how to work the money thing, Mom told them to gather up their cash and hand it to her. Much to my surprise, no one hesitated. Everyone emptied their wallets and forked over what they had. As they were doing this, Jose’ and Mason mentioned that they were both actually super late for work. Apparently they’d been heading to their shared room to grab their work clothes and slip out the back when they’d overheard Kyle, Mom, and I. 

By the time that everything was sorted, Mom had counted out a handful of cash worth about $1,200 dollars. They guys were all impressed with themselves, but I knew from context that it was a fraction of what Mom usually charged for a single, one on one encounter. Let alone a 9-way. But, once again, it worked in their favor that my Mom was not sure how much was normal for the call girl that she was pretending to be.  

She agreed to it, and then turned to me and said, “Well sweetie. I guess we are going to your room with some extra friends in tow.” The guys all cheered at that, and as we started towards the room, Kyle caught up with us and asked if he could watch. He had his shirt, socks, and underwear on, but was carrying his pants. And when Mom looked down at his state of dress, she gave a small laugh and said, “Oh my goodness Kyle, are you HARD again?” 

As Kyle answered the question whose answer we could all clearly see, it occurred to me that if Mom was playing “Mommy” for a lot of clients, then those clients were not actually my age. Because I easily jerked off up to 5 times a day sometimes, and that was with a busy class schedule. Still, Mom was impressed enough that she told Kyle that not only could he watch, but he could join in once everyone else had, and fuck but I’m not kidding when I say that her exact words were, “had a turn”. 

What happened next was so messy and wild in its structure, and I was already in such a state of shock that it passed by in a blurry flash. Mind you, weeks later I would recall some of those flashes while I was masturbating in that very same room, and they provided me with the best masturbatory material that I’d ever had. But it was still wild how what went down in the bathroom somehow took way longer than what went down with 9 guys, Mom, and me, just a short while later. 

Mom hadn’t been kidding when she said she wouldn’t hold back. If she caught a guy staring at her ring, she’d talk about being married, insist that he call her Missus Smith, and she had him cumming in no time. If a guy liked the Mom angle, she’d slip a condom on him, get him inside of her, and then tell him, to tell me “How good his Mother’s pussy feels”. 

Done. 

She rolled through 8 guys in less than 30 minutes, and when she ripped the condom off of the last of them and told him to “Shoot that cum straight down my throat!”, Kyle was waiting in the wings. 

It was then that everything went from a crazy blur that all happened too fast, to virtual slow motion. You see, Mom had me relax on my Bed while all this was going down; her exact words. But most of it had actually taken place on Kyle’s bed, where I would have the best view; also her words. 

The problem started with Kyle asking if it was his turn again, and Mom laughing and digging into her purse for another condom. But, a quick search told her that she was out. Apparently, giving two blowjobs had not translated into needing more than 11 condoms. Mom looked genuinely upset, like it would break her heart to let my roommate down. So she asked him if he had any. 

Kyle did a quick check in his drawers but didn’t find any. Then he came over to my nightstand, reached for the drawer and, looking to me, he asked, “Do you mind if I…?” 

I told him to go ahead without even thinking. Like, why would I be afraid of him looking in my drawer? Well, the fucking answer popped up less than 2 seconds later. Kyle opened the drawer, looked down, and froze. Kyle’s smile faded, and his expression became one of total shock. And even then, it was several more moments of wondering what the hell could be wrong before it clicked, and I joined him in fading smiles, with sudden dread. 

Mom was looking at us curiously from across the room. Her top and her shorts were both gone. Thrown to some random corner of the room at some point. Her panties were hanging from Kyle’s desk lamp, and, at a request, she’d put her boots back on. They were now the only thing she was wearing outside of jewelry. She walked over to us, boots and all, with a curious smile on her face and asking, “What is it boys?” Then she looked in the drawer. 

There, not taken out yet because I wasn’t sure about putting a “Picture of my Mommy” up in a college Frat House, was a framed photo. It was Mom in a lovely summer dress, throwing her arm around me and smiling for a selfie with me at my high school graduation. Her stunning looks were unmistakable in any outfit, and anyone could tell at a glance what that photo was. 

Kyle gulped. My sense of dread was reaching critical levels, and Mom, the Queen of cool composure, looked stunned right along with us. 

… for all of 5 seconds. Then, she gently brushed Kyle’s hand away, and slowly closed my drawer as she said, “No condoms in there either huh?” Most of the guys had left, but a few stragglers were looking over at us and wondering what the sudden mood shift was about. Mom called over her shoulder, without even looking, “Boys, could you give us the room please?” And there was something about her tone. She had that, “Mom-ness” in her voice that made guys listen to her when she spoke, as if out of some primal fear of upsetting their Mother’s. 

Within moments, the door clicked shut as the last of my frat buddies cleared out, leaving just Kyle, my Mother, and I. Then Mom gestured Kyle over to stand in front of her. As he did, she grabbed my leather jacket off of the corner bedpost, and slipped it on as if she was chilly. “Kyle,” she began as he finally stood in front of her. “I was thinking… I was thinking that, maybe, my Son’s very good friends… His most loyal and trustworthy ones? Well, maybe they don’t need a condom, since I can trust them so much.” 

She then stepped forward and Kyle moved back, falling back onto the bed. I was sitting up by the pillow, and Mom now had him laying across the foot of the bed. She continued towards him, indicating with her hands and her eyes how she wanted him to be positioned. Once he was properly on the bed, Mom climbed up on it too. She put her knees on either side of him and moved up until his cock was being kissed, and pinned to his stomach by her warm, wet, pussy lips. 

She leaned over him, glorious in her beauty, and asked him, “Is that you Kyle? Are you my Son’s very good, very loyal, very trustworthy friend?” He gulped and nodded with certainty. He added, “Yes Mam”, and Mom lifted her hips, guided the head of his dick to just the right spot, and began to lower herself onto him. He slid in raw, with no condom, and immediately seemed lost in how immensely good it felt. 

“Not Mam sweetie. Do you know what that picture means?” Kyle nodded, barely able to keep his eyes from fluttering closed as he struggled through the pleasure he was feeling. “Then say it”, Mom told him. In reply, he said that he knew that it meant that she was really my Mom. But she smiled at his words, and informed him, “Oh, that’s not all that it means though.” 

That seemed to snap him out of it a bit and get his attention. He looked at her, a hint of curiosity and confusion plain on his face. Mom held out her hand towards me and asked for the picture. I handed it to her frame and all, and she held up for Kyle and said, “Look at my hands.” Kyle saw what she was talking about and his hips immediately bucked upwards. Mom moaned, Kyle swore, and after a few seconds, Mom handed the picture back to me. 

“Do you like knowing that Kyle?”, Mom asked. He took a second to gather the air to speak, but eventually he told her yes. At that Mom grabbed one of his hands, placed it firmly against one of her big tits, and in a stern voice she corrected him, “Yes, MISSUS Smith!” she said. He grimaced, grunted, and struggled to breath for several more seconds. After giving him a moment to hyperventilate, Mom insisted. “Say it Kyle.” 

“Yes Missus Smith!”, he cried out. 

“Damn right”, Mom said, her tone calm again. “Am I a whore Kyle?”, she asked, her tone calm, almost conversational now. He again grimaced, squirmed, and bucked. The man had cum within the last hour and she was already pushing his limits again. Eventually he nodded, and gave a very weak “Yes Mrs. Smith” from between clenched teeth. Then Mom said, “That’s true. But on purpose or not, you are the one who set all of this in motion Kyle. So, regardless of your intent, you arranged for everything that happened tonight to happen. Which means that while my Husband was at work today, you invited his Wife over. You paid her to be a whore for you and your buddies. And when it turned out that a blowjob wasn’t going to cut it, you watched her get gangbanged by an entire frat house. And now…”

“Well… you’re not wearing a condom, are you Kyle?” He braced, bucked, ground his teeth, and struggled to breath through all of it. But Mom was merciless. “Are.    You.    Kyle?”, she reiterated, and he managed to cry out, “No Mrs. Smith!” 

Mom then looked over at me, and crooking a finger in my direction she told me, “Come here please sweetie”. I started to move, but wasn’t sure exactly what she meant. This was clear, and she straight up told me to stand on the bed in front of her. And, since I wasn’t wearing clothes, this meant that I was now standing over my Mom while she was mounting my roommate's cock, as my dick dripped pre-cum and waved obscenely over her head. 

If it bothered her, it didn’t show at all. Instead, in her regular, hyper familiar, normal Mom voice, she told me, “Now, I know this next bit is going to sound like teasing, but this isn’t for Kyle’s benefit. Understand?” I nodded and told her yeah. But she doubled down. “I'm serious Steven. I need you to take this seriously, okay?” I again, reassured her. It may have been hard to look her in the eyes at that angle, but I did my best to assure her that I was listening and understood. 

After a second, Mom seemed to believe me, and so she let out a breath with some tension in it, and continued. “Now, you knew what I did before I came here.” I started to speak, but she held up a hand and cut me off, saying, “I know that you didn’t know it would be me today. I know. We can talk about how I know later, but for right now, I KNOW that you didn’t mean for this to happen. That said… You also know that your Father knows what I do, and that we have a pretty great relationship with a lot of understanding in this department. Right?” 

I nodded and told her yeah. But Mom frowned a little, looking almost apologetic as she continued with, “That said… I think this. All of this… might actually be a bit too much.” 

“Mom?”, I asked. Genuinely unsure. 

“Sweetie”, she began. “I could do everything that I did today, and your Father wouldn’t bat an eye. But your involvement sort of changes things. Please understand, there is a big difference between,” and her voice got all sultry and teasing as she said, “Oh hubby, I got rough and tumbled by a dozen men today, and 9 of them all at once…”  

“...And, Oh hubby, I went to our Son’s frat house today. His close friends fucked me 6 ways from Sunday while our kid watched, and then I let his best friend fucking slip it to me raw.” 

After a second she asked, “Do you hear it?” 

I gulped and nodded. 

Mom seemed relieved as she reinforced, “So, don’t tell Daddy. Agreed?” I nodded, and Mom let out a breath with some serious relief in it. Then she looked from me to my bobbing dick and very matter of factly said, “Also, I am not leaving you that way.” I started to say something, but Mom shut me up real quick when she reached across her body and grabbed my cock with her left hand. The fact that this pointed her rings, which were real, directly at Kyle, was not lost on him. 

Then Mom said, “Sweetie, I am your Mom, and I love you. I do, and you know that. But, I don’t feel like you ever really accepted that I am also an escort. So…”

Then she brushed all her hair over to one shoulder, and looking up at me with lust so intense that the look itself almost made me cum, she said, “Look at me honey. Mommy is a whore, and not just that. Mommy is a whore, and I LOVE it. So, here is what’s going to happen. I’m going to put this very fine cock in my mouth, and you are going to feel the inside of your Mother’s mouth with your dick. Then, I’m going to ride your friend a bit, and he is going to pop. And when he does, you are going to know it. You are going to be able to tell from my reaction, that your friend is covering your Mom’s insides with cum, and that I fucking love it. And at some point during all of that, I want you to look me in the eyes, and tell me that you're going to cum too, so that I can show you from the look in MY eyes, exactly how badly I want that to happen. Understand?”

She was so… I mean… Fuck! 

“Understand?”, she repeated, and I knew that tone. I knew that tone, and the exact reply that it demanded. So I said it. 

“Yes Mom.” 

Then she spared a glance at Kyle and said, “Oh, and Kyle?” 

“Yes Mrs. Smith?”, he said, now as into it as he ever had been. 

“Send me home to my Husband with your cum dripping out of me.” 

Then she rolled her hips, glanced up at me, and took me into her mouth while maintaining eye contact. Mom’s slow, sensual roll of her hips began to go slightly faster with each successive, long, graceful movement. Her lips and her tongue rolled over me slowly. Her hand gliding along behind her lips as she moaned, sucked, and showed me just how good a professional blowjob could feel. 

As she was doing that, Kyle was grunting and grabbing the blankets. His fists were balled up and he looked like he was being tortured to death by pleasure. He started to say something, but ran out of air and couldn’t quite get it out. 

But Mom was right… When the first shot of cum blasted up into her, I could tell. Her eyes rolled back and fluttered, and a second after that look of pure bliss, she moaned around a mouthful of her Son’s cock. Then she was bouncing and stroking me, and slurping as she forced Kyle to keep cumming inside of her, and drove me over the edge in the process. I started to say “Mom I-”, but she cut me off as she slurped her way off of my cock and said, “Cum all over your Whore Mother’s Face and Tits!” And then she started jerking me off hard and fast!

I came all over her face. I covered it until it was cum on cum, and it fell down onto her tits even when it was aimed for her face. Then she pushed her elbows together and aimed me at her tits and her cleavage line. She seemed determined to fill that massive, lovely ravine of cleavage with my cum. She licked it from her lips, and urged me, “More!” as she kept jerking me and riding Kyle. Until I had nothing left to give, and Kyle was a worn out mess.

But Mess, was an even more perfect word for Mom. She climbed up off of the bed, and grabbed her panties and shorts, slipping them on over her boots. She looked at me then, cum all over her face and her tits, but still wearing my leather jacket; which, obviously had cum on it too. She asked me, “Mind if I borrow this?”. When I told her she could , she thanked me and threw me her oil soaked white top to hang on to. Then she shot me a wink and headed for the door. No doubt actually, legitimately late to meet Dad by then. 

As she opened the door to leave, a half dozen guys were standing outside of it. She posed in the doorway for a moment. Jacket open, big tits covered in cum. Her beautiful face, even more covered in it, with strands hanging from her chin. The guys gasped, and clearly wished they had permission to take pictures. Mom grinned at them and said, “My Son and I just had a really good talk, and, I won’t say how, but he may have convinced me to come back and do this again sometime.” Then she looked back over her shoulder at me and called out, “Bye sweetie!”, before walking down the hall and out the side door looking like a half-naked, well used, cum covered MILF; for all the world to see.

I don’t know how she got home that night, or if she had a change of clothes in the car or something, but I later learned that her, maybe coming back, was no empty threat. My college life had been pretty good before that day. But it was about to be amazing!

After that night, Kyle admitted to me that the most he had ever cum in entire life had somehow been the 2nd time with my Mom, and the 1st time with my Mom; in that order. Which, even if she hadn’t been my Mom, would have been a weird thing to confess to your roommate. But of course, she WAS my Mom. So now, not only did I have this incredibly vivid memory of her having sex in the bed that I slept in every night, but I also had the knowledge that the biggest load that my horned up 19-year-old buddy had ever shot, had been shot directly into my Mother’s pussy! 

A few weeks passed, and it almost seemed like the whole thing was just a wild, crazy, incredibly sexy dream. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, one of my frat Brothers, Jeremy, told me that he heard my Mom was coming over that night, and he couldn’t wait, because he’d heard the stories. 

At first, I freaked the fuck out. Like, was my Mom visiting me and I’d forgotten somehow. Because everyone would see her visiting me, AS MY MOM, and the truth would just be out there! But it wasn’t that. In truth, I wasn’t sure if it was way way worse than that, or way way better. But, apparently some of the other guys had been bugging Kyle for my Mom's contact info for a while. He’d tried to tell them that he didn’t ask for her, he just got a random woman. But they hoped that if they described her to a T, and also asked for the same person as last time, that it would do the trick. 

They were right. 

 

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