Mom's Ruined Scene

Mom's Ruined Scene

 

Things were not what they seemed. But even still, for most of us, how it seemed was still TOO intense. 

“What are you going to do to me?” She asked, a look of fear not just on her face, but in her eyes as well. “You monsters!”, she said, and there was a pitch in her voice, a cry that spoke of sadness and desperation. 

She looked like, in any other situation, she might be an elegant member of royalty; or even a goddess. Her clothing and general look was deliberately reminiscent of Cornelia from the Fire Emblem games. Black high heels, a sinful red dress that was equal parts elegant and slutty. The fine material clung to her body and spoke of obvious money and quality, and yet the dip at the front didn’t stop at merely showing generous cleavage, but went so far as to open in a carefully placed V of material that reached all the way down to her opulent gold belt. Her velvet gloves went all the way up her arms, and jewelry was no less expensive or appearing to be the trappings of royalty than any other part of her. 

Her hair was long and beautiful. Her make-up was subtle, yet seductive. And her lipstick did its job of bringing your attention up from her incredible, massive breasts, so you could acknowledge how lovely her face was. Stunning, intense eyes, over lips that could not help but steal your attention, even amidst all that other beauty. Somehow, even in this dark and terrible set-up, all of that still managed to stand out. 

The visual of her nobility, her loveliness, and how out of reach she should have been for all of us, only served as a stark contrast to her apparent situation. In the basement of a hotel, on cold tile floors, she was shackled up like a sex toy in an abandoned bathroom stall. The facility had been meant to be part of the hotel at one point, but was later converted into a kind of theater that could be rented out. And so now, there she was. On her back in a bathroom stall with no toilet. Her hands went through the wall over her head and behind her, where they were bound on the other side. Though that certainly was enough to prevent her escape, it wasn’t her only set of restraints. Around each ankle, an iron manacle had been fastened. Not only that, but those chains pulled at them, holding her legs up in the air, and spreading them so far apart that her feet touched the wall on both sides of the fairly large stall. 

She looked at me, with apparent fear in her eyes, and saw my shocked, almost frightened expression. And in a split second, her whole demeanor changed. Her face went from being filled with terror to the point of tears, to a simple frown of disappointment. Then, a beat later, she looked at the men standing in front of her, and asked, “Too much?” Several of them gulped, and kind of nodded. 

You see, a few months ago, my Mom… yeah, the woman chained up in the restroom stall. Well, she’d confessed to me that her and Dad were swingers, and kinksters, and just the two naughtiest people that I could have ever imagined. Apparently, they’d tried to keep it from me until I was 18, but, now that I was old enough to go to the same clubs that they went to, they felt that the safest thing was to come clean as soon as possible and prevent any accidental run-ins. 

It was in no way, shape, or form, a gradual shift. One day my Mom was this beautiful, friendly woman who kissed scrapes to make them better, and whose wit and humor had made her “the cool Mom” among my friends. Then, all of a sudden, she was dressing like a whore when she left the house, and not bothering with a bra when she was home. She went from talking about haircuts that her friends were thinking about, to talking about needing to buy two copies of a specific dress because she wanted to get one of them ripped off of her the following weekend. 

This… did not go unnoticed by my friends. 

And the more they noticed, the more my Parents seemed to enjoy them noticing. I won’t pretend to understand their relationship, but I guess my Dad was super into my Mom being as slutty as possible and then telling him about it later. Whatever. 

But the point was, Mom was into it, and the more time passed, the flirtier she got when my buddies were around. Which, of course, just made them come around more often. Now, you’d think that I would have nipped that shit in the bud, but… I was kind of enjoying it too. Like, I know! I do. But my Mom was fucking hot! Like, super, super hot. And seeing her wearing tight white t-shirts with no bra, or wearing little cut off shirts around the house and flirting with my buddies, it was enjoyable. To say the least. 

The point is, one day, one of the guys asked what kind of stuff that she got up to at the events and big weekend sex parties that her and Dad went to sometimes where they rented out whole hotels, and the entire local community went wild. But when Mom started to explain, she quickly got sidetracked, and started to go off about how she couldn’t get anyone that she normally “played with” (her exact words), to do this one fantasy that she really wanted. The guys, of course, were all super quick to point out that anyone who would turn her down was an idiot, and they asked what it was. At which point Mom explained that she wanted to do a scene where she was this captured noble woman, and this gang of bandits/kidnappers, raped her. But, before the weight of that could sink in properly, she turned to one of my buddies, pressed her tits together under her shirt, and asked, “You wouldn’t want to rape these, would you?” 

So yeah. It was no real surprise what followed. All the guys started tripping over themselves to say that they would TOTALLY do that scene with her if she would only let them. Then, when Mom playfully pushed back that she didn’t think her Son would be okay with her doing a scene with his friends, some asshole blurted out that he’d seen the way I looked at her, and that I would not only be okay with it, I would be right there with them.

I wanted to be able to scream about what lies those were, and punch someone. Or something. Fucking anything that denied it! But instead, when Mom turned towards me, and gave this “Oh really?” grin; I just blushed. I wanted to protest, a lot! But what if I did, and it cost me the opportunity of a lifetime? I mean, yeah it was my Mom, and OF COURSE, she would never, but, if she did… I had to admit, I wanted to see her naked just, so badly. And if I could see her actually doing something even more sexual than the flirting she’d been doing with my buddies lately, I could die happy. She was gorgeous, and it was super hard to admit, but I was too into it to think that I could believably deny it. So I didn’t try. 

Fast forward two weeks, and we were all awkwardly standing in the basement of a hotel that had been rented out, and taken over for the weekend by the local kink community. Mom was dressed like a goddess, or a royal, or a noble or something. And she was literally chained up like a prisoner and slave, and crying about how we were going to “deflower her”. And, yeah. We all froze. I was just supposed to watch, and I won’t lie, I froze right along with them. 

“Oh…” Mom started, her tone sympathetic. “You poor boys, I’m so sorry. This is too much for you.” The guys all started to protest, and some of them even started to unzip in a show of protest, which, the sound of their fly’s parting in front of my Mom… like, I very suddenly wasn’t sure how I felt about that. But, Mom pushed past their denials. “No.” She said. “This is too much for many experienced role players and members of the kink community, and it was much too much for your first time. I see that now.” 

The guys gave halfhearted arguments, but I think if she’d started whimpering and crying again they would have caved in under 3 seconds, and Mom obviously thought so too. “No,” she repeated. “We are not doing this.” Now, they really did start to protest. Not just because the tickets to this event were almost a thousand bucks each either. But because, parts of this really were a dream come true, and none of them wanted to remember this as that time that they blew it. 

But Mom kept talking, and they shut up fast. “...Now boys…” Mom said, interrupting their protests. “I didn’t say we weren’t going to do anything.” Her tone was playful, but also, admonishing them gently. “I know how much tickets to these events cost, and I know that… in fact… no… I guess I don’t know, do I?” She had us in a moment of confusion, then she asked, “How many of you came here, JUST to have sex with me. Like, me specifically. How many of you paid your money, just for a crack at Mrs. Smith?” In reply, every one of the guys raised their hands, and Mom, and I know that this sounds weird, but I SWEAR, Mom got visibly hornier. Like, she blushed a little, and her breathing changed, and there was just this total, full-bodied shift, and everyone who was looking at her knew for a fucking fact that she was turned on by it. 

“Oh my”, she said breathily. “All of you?” And the guys, starting to find their bravado again, all nodded, and gave a yes in one form or another. At that, Mom gulped, and again, there was this obvious air of lust to her that was absolutely intoxicating. “Well then,” she said, seeming like she was half-panting with sexual need and doing a bad job of hiding it. “We don’t even need a replacement role-play then, now do we?” 

There was confusion again, but I was the only one who gave it a voice. I simply said, “Mom?”, and since I was the one who asked, I was the one she answered. She turned to me with eyes filled with lust, and a grin so wicked and full of dirty promises that it made me harden (even more) with a glance. “Well sweetie”, she said. “These boys apparently all paid $1,000, each, just to fuck your Mother. And the way I see it… that makes me their Whore.” And the way she said that word, it was weaponized. She filled that one word with every depraved promise a teenage mind could think of and every guy there moaned, groaned, and had to adjust. 

“Not just that,” she said, still looking at me. “But depending on whether or not we count you, honey…” and she let that hang in the air for a moment. “... that makes me a 5-to-6-thousand-dollar Whore. So,” she said, once more looking away from me and back to the rest of my friends. “We can drop the role play I had originally planned, and go with that instead. After all, you boys are the customers.” 

“Want to tit fuck your friends Mom while he watches?” And at that, she glanced at me and gave me a quick wink. “Want to fuck me while one of your other friends fucks my mouth? Want to pretend that I’m YOUR Mom, and cum on my face while I tell you what a good boy you are? Well, here I am boys.” Her voice a seductive purr as she said it, and it was sending chills down our spines and getting everyone seriously fired up. 

She was already chained up with her legs spread. Her body was on full display and ready for use. But she kick-started the show when she said, “Now… who’s going to be the first to fuck Steven’s Whore-Mother first?” 

And that was it. All shyness went out the window as they literally shoved at one another for a chance to be the first one to get to her. I watched the first guy pull the top of her dress down so that my Mom’s big tits came out for everyone to see, and then he just ripped the front part of her dress off the belt (it was meant to be torn away, Mom had told us earlier). And a few seconds after seeing my Mother’s glistening wet pussy for the first time in my adult life, that image was immediately replaced by the sight of one of my friends shoving his cock into it, and spreading my Mom open right in front of me. She cried out in pleasure, and he started talking about how tight, and how wet she felt while we all watched and listened. 

The sounds of them fucking, her moans, the slapping of flesh, his mumbled swearing as he tried desperately to hold on. Those were the only sounds in the room, and we all seemed to be listening intently. It didn’t take him long to say he was close, and right after he did, he shocked us all by asking if he could call her Mom. In reply, she said, “Oh sweetie? Tell me, does Mommy’s pussy feel good?” And when he immediately lost it after that and started screaming that he was going to cum, Mom just gave a wicked smile and said, “Oh? Where? On Mommy’s face? In Mommy’s tight little pussy?” I don’t know if he had a plan, but that was too much for him, and he started cumming inside of her, and as he did, she told him how good it felt, and how hot it was, and how much Mommy loved him. 

When he was done, there was this incredible tension in the air. Like, that was without a doubt, the hottest fucking thing any of us had ever seen. And then, into that tension, Mom told my friend that he did, great, but it was time for him to pull out. And, just as he started to move away, she asked him, “Oh, and sweetie, want to know something kind of hot? It turns out, your Mom is a Whore, and all your little friends found out about it. So, if you stick around, you can watch them fuck me too.” Then, once again, she shot me a smile, and gave me a sexy little wink. 

The next guy didn’t want her to play his Mom, he was all too happy pointing out that she was my Mom. And Mom, for her part, played right along with him. She talked about how long she’d known him, and that it was so hot that he was fucking her in front of me, and she asked him to tell me how tight she was, and how good it felt to be inside of my Mother’s pussy. She, at his request, even looked me in the eye at one point, and described to me in vivid detail how it felt to have his cock inside of her, stretching her, and spreading her open.  He wanted to cum inside her mouth, and so at the last second, he pulled out, mounted her face, and fucked her throat until he came down it. 

A few minutes into the third guy fucking her, she looked over at my other two remaining buddies, and asked if either of them wanted to know what her mouth felt like while she was moaning from getting her pussy fucked. One of my friends hesitated, but the other didn’t. And soon I was watching a teen at either end of my Mom as they fucked her face and pussy. For her part, she moaned deeply, and encouraged them to go harder at every opportunity. When they came, they both pulled out and covered her face, pussy, legs, and breasts in their cum. 

She was so very dripping with it, then when the last guy's turn came, he actually asked her if she wouldn't mind cleaning up first. That actually got a laugh out of Mom. But after a moment, she shot him a wink and told him that she was his Whore, and she would be happy to. But then, when no one moved, she laughed again, and reminded everyone that she was literally chained to the walls and couldn’t do anything without some help first. 

10 minutes later, she was cleaned and washed up (or as washed as she could get in a bathroom sink. Yes, they worked). But when he asked if he could bend her over, she told him to wait a moment, and follow her. Then, she walked right over to me. 

Her breasts were still hanging out of her dress, her pussy was still on display, and she looked equal parts used, disheveled, and fucking amazing. Once she was in front of me she smiled, and asked, “Enjoying the show kiddo?” She looked hot as fuck, but also, still my Mom, and so, kind of intimidating in a weird way. In reply, I wanted to say “yes”, as smoothly as possible. But I just ended up nodding when no words would come out. At that, she smiled a little more. Then she bent forward at the waist, until her upper torso was pressed into me, her breasts were mashed into my stomach, and her face was laying against my chest, looking up at me. Then, pointedly, she spread her legs, and still looking up at me, she asked, “Want to see what it looks like up close?” 

I nodded frantically, but Mom held a hand back, and stopped the guy behind me from putting it in. Then, slowly, she began to undo my pants, and expose my cock so that it popped up into the line of her cleavage, and she clarified; “Then say it baby. Say… Yes Mom”. So, with desperation in my voice, I absolutely did. And the moment I did, she moved her other hand to the wall to brace for what was coming. Then my friend jammed his cock inside of my Mother’s pussy, pressing her big tits into me so that they engulfed my cock. Her body was forced into me by my buddy’s thrusting. She moaned, looking up into my eyes, and that was where she stayed as he fucked her hard and fast for the next 10 minutes solid. 

It ended with him cumming inside of her, her moans and the feel of her pressed into me driving me insane. So when she hit her knees a few moments later, grabbed my cock, looked up at me from the other side of it, and told me to “Cum on Mommy’s face!” I could not help but obey. 

That was a few months ago. In that time, we still haven’t been able to handle her acting skills when it comes to a rape role play. But it turns out that she is okay with that. Because Mom had a new favorite fantasy now. 

It was being a whore for her Son and his Friends.

And that role play? That one we were all more than fine with. Hell, we don’t even wait for events. Anytime my buddies are over and my Dad isn’t home, Mom just goes from being flirty, to being extra flirty. And she keeps that up until we’ve fucked the hell out of her!

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