Petite Mom

 

Petite Mom

 My Mom was petite, but feisty. She was wildly flirtatious, and had a cutting, wicked wit. I don’t know how small she was, but she was one of those people who joked about it so often that if someone else tried to use it as an insult she just pointed and laughed, and after a second, others joined in. 

Did I mention wildly flirtatious? 

Yeah, my Mom was a hardcore tease. She liked to bump into people at parties, apologize, and very slowly bump into them again before dragging her ass up the front of them and offering a second apology. Now, no one seemed to mind this. Which was confusing in my early teens, but in my late teens I learned that my parents were swingers, and pretty wild and adventurous in all matters sexual. 

All of a sudden, them having parties with people who looked at my Mom the way that they did and never seemed to mind her teasing the shit out of them suddenly made a lot more sense. It was, confusing. Just in a different way. I mean, my Mom was this wild, sexy, flirty woman who liked to get guys rock hard before asking them if they enjoyed the view of her walking away, and I was an 18-year-old male who, it turns out was SUPER into that. 

Which meant that I was super into my Mom… 

But things got even more confusing when it clicked in my Mom’s head one day that, technically, all of my buddies were over 18. She walked in on me and 3 of my buddies just hanging out and talking in my kitchen. She was wearing a pair of booty shorts that rode halfway up her ass and a tiny, tight orange/red top that accentuated her figure nicely. 

She walked in on one of my buddies talking about how his last girlfriend was “so tight”, and she kind of blurted out, “Wait… you boys are already having sex?!” She got the dirty looks that she deserved for that one, and threw up her hands, laughing off her defeat. “Okay okay, fair. That’s on me.” She admitted with a charming smile. 

But now instead of grabbing a drink and going back to watching t.v., she leaned on the counter and told us to, “Continue”. And that was it. Next thing we know we are talking about our sex lives with my Mom. She was with us on some stuff. Sympathetic in a few cases, and when she did call us idiots about something, she explained why so thoroughly that we all found ourselves wishing that we were taking notes. 

But towards the end of it, my friend Kyle lamented that his girlfriend left him because, and I quote, “All women care about is how huge a guy's dick is”. At that, Mom laughed again, and called bullshit. She then went on to explain that she actually preferred guys with small dicks, because she wasn’t a sadistic murderer. 

That had all of us looking at her confused. Not just because she was the first woman we’d ever heard say the first part, but because the second half of that sentence was equally confusing. Mom looked at all of us in turn, licking the Cool Whip off of a spoon that she’d grabbed and was using to apply the stuff to strawberries. Then she just said, “I’m petite boys.” After a few more moments of confused silence, she gave a laugh and added “It means small. As in, if an average sized guy were to try to stick it in me he might get stuck or kill us both.” Then she looked at my buddy Mike, the friend who’d started this whole thing and said, “So no, your girlfriend isn’t, the tightest ever, because I am.” She said the last bit with a matter of fact lilt to her voice. 

A moment later, one of the guys said what we were all thinking. “Bullshit.” As soon as he said it, all of us, even I, joined him and agreed. Mom looked like we’d just accused her of her of robbing a charity. She put her hand to her chest feigning hurt and offense. But after a second she just dropped it, grinned, and told us that she was serious as she went back to applying Cool Whip to her next strawberry. 

Mike started to say, “So wait, you mean that if…” Mom gave another playful laugh and admitted, “You kids would probably be too much for me. I’ve always picked my lovers very carefully. And well yeah, I do care about size, it is very much not the way that Kyle here accused all women of caring about it. An average sized guy is frickin’ huge to me. So I always go for small. And I avoid guys with huge ones” 

Kyle looked like he was suddenly superman. But Mike, still unconvinced, said the boldest shit that any of my friends had ever tried to pull with my Mom. “So,” he started. “Would I be too big?” And, immediately, Mom got this look that told everyone that she was a mix of proud and intrigued by his boldness. She wasn’t just, not angry. She was impressed. It showed even more when, licking the spoon clean and putting the food back in the fridge she said, “I don’t know Michael. Why don’t you show me what you're working with and then I can tell you for sure.” 

Mike paused, and in a voice higher than his normal tone he asked, “Here?!” But Mom grinned, and without hesitation, she pulled her shorts to the floor and kicked them away. They went spinning along the floor and disappeared into the shadow of the hallway. She hadn’t been wearing anything under them, or, she’d pulled her panties down with them. It probably would have been easy to check, but we were all too busy staring at my Mom’s suddenly on display ass and pussy to care about clothes she wasn’t even wearing anymore!

“Well?” Mom dared in a sultry tone. “I showed you mine…” 

Mike gulped, but to his credit, he unzipped, and pulled it out. It wasn’t the stunner move that my Mom had pulled, but there he was! Out in the air and bobbing in my Mom’s general direction.

He was hard in no time staring at my half-naked, rather gorgeous Mother as she stared right back at him. But before he was even fully hard, Mom shook her head, and with a smile that indicated she was telling the truth, she said, “Nope. No way. That thing would not fit in me.” Which was, kind of wow. Again, nothing against Mike or anything. He wasn’t small, he was about the same size as the rest of us. Except maybe Kyle. But the point was, we would have all considered him normal. And so, we considered ourselves normal. But here was Mom saying he was too big, and like… was I now rooting for Mike to score with my Mom?

He started in on her, saying she was full of it, and, apparently a weird solidarity had set in, because we all started backing him up. Saying she was bluffing, and that there was no way she was that tight, and that she was just trying to back out because Mike was my buddy, and it would be weird for her. 

Mom’s face was playful, and her expression daring. She saw the bait for what it was. This was not us outsmarting her in any way shape or form. But after a few minutes of playful banter, she looked directly at me, and said, “Dare me?” 

Now she’d put it back on me. I suddenly felt this insane flush of heat go through me. I mean, she wasn’t serious right? We were all just fucking around, right? But Mom’s expression was one that I knew. She was calling my bluff, and telling me that she was NOT bluffing. She folded her arms across her chest, and said it again. “Well, Son,” she said, accentuating the fact that she was my Mom. “Do. You. Dare me?” 

No one was pressuring me or her anymore. Instead they all just licked suddenly dry lips, and looked at me. Caught in the moment, and having no idea how real any of this could actually be. But, somehow, I caught myself nodding. And then, in my own voice, though I didn’t feel like I was the one doing it, I heard myself say, “Yeah Mom, I call bullshit. I dare you.” 

She looked at me for a moment. Not judging or bad. Just kind of amused. Like she didn’t think I had it in me, and now she wasn’t sure how she felt about knowing that I did. Then she crooked a finger in Mike’s direction and said, “Well, come on then Michael. Let’s see if we can get this thing to fit.” He walked around behind her, and lined himself up. He paused for a moment and asked, “Seriously?” But Mom just reached back, grabbed the head of his dick, and guided him to her wet and waiting entrance. I know that it was wet, because from that moment forward, all of us got a running commentary on my Mother’s insides. 

Mike started talking about how wet and hot she was. And then how incredibly tight. Mom talked him through it like she was teaching him how to ride a bike. Calm and patient. “A little bit lower sweetie.” “There, do you feel that, push there.” “That’s good kiddo. Now, I’m shorter than you, so keep your hips low.” “Just like that.” 

It was several minutes of that as both of them moaned, and adjusted, and moved around, and it was starting to look like he really couldn’t get his dick to fit all the way in her. Which, as soon as I had the thought, for some reason my body temperature jumped about 50 degrees!

But then, then there was this brief pause before Mike said, “Oh shit Mrs. Smith! Oh shit! I’ve got it!” And right at that moment, my Mom looked at me, pushed her ass back, and Mike looked like his soul left his body as Mom’s mouth opened up in shock a split second before she screamed out in pleasure. 

It was the hottest thing I’d ever heard, and the hottest thing I’d ever seen. He grabbed my Mom’s hips and just held her against him, teeth gritted, eyes pressed tightly shut, unable to do anything but grunt and shudder. And, honestly, you could tell. They looked like he’d just squeezed a baseball bat sized cock into her, and now they were stuck. Like he’d somehow gotten it in her, but now it was swollen, and he’d never be able to free his cock from her pussy. 

Both of them shuddered and moaned, and cried out in pleasure as they squirmed, seemingly almost stuck in place. Then my Mom looked at me, and moaned out, “Oh god baby! He’s got his giant cock shoved up in your Mother’s pussy!” She squirmed, and moaned, and cried out as he tried to pull back again and seemed like he was dragging her with him. 

After SEVERAL minutes of that, he seemed to slide free a bit. But when he pushed back into her, both of them cried out, and Mom grabbed the counter, slamming her hands down and telling all of my friends that she was cumming. When she was done, he tried to get a rhythm going, but Mom was clearly squeezing him in a way that kept pushing him straight to the brink of orgasm. 

There was no way he was going to last. And sure enough, he started telling my Mom exactly that. Mom told him to cum on her ass, and he pulled out to do so. As soon as he did, Mom looked like he’d stolen the sun out of the sky. This look of despair and betrayal flashed across her face as he pulled free and she let out a whine. But then she looked back up at me, flipped her hair, smiled, and shot me a wink. 

Mike started jerking it as fast as he could, and he was quickly pushed over the edge when Mom, still looking at me directly, said, “Jesus baby… I can’t believe I’m going to say this but, little Mikey from next store just fucked the shit out of your Mom!” At her words, Mike lost it and came all over her naked ass. Mom looked back over her shoulder as he was finishing up and told him “What a good boy” he was, and how he’d “done so good”. 

We were all still in this place of holding our breath in collective shock. Or at least, I thought we were. But then my buddy John said, “What about me Missus S.? Am I too big?”. We all looked at him like he was insane. Then we looked to my Mom as if to ask, he is insane, right? But, after a few seconds of looking shocked, she moved her eyes to me again. Then, she bit her lower lip and asked, “That was hot right? Like, it’s not just me. That was fucking hot! Right?” 

I knew what she was saying, even if she wasn’t saying it. I nodded, and admitted, yeah. Watching my Mom get fucked in the kitchen had been VERY hot. And once we both, quietly, admitted it… it was clear that we both wanted more. We said all of that with a nod, and a shared, intimate locking of eyes. But both of us knew it had been said.

John, my best friend, and Chris, a buddy from work, both watched my Mom and I as we had our silent exchange. Then Mom grinned, looked over at John and answered him. “I don’t know Johnny. Why don’t you bring that dick on over here and we’ll find out?” As she said it, she walked over to our kitchen table, where we usually had our family meals. Then Mom pulled my chair, and my Dad’s chair out and moved them off to the side. As John walked up to her, he asked, “Could I… Could I feel your mouth?” 

At first Mom looked a cross between amused and confused. But after a second, recognition hit, and she nodded with understanding. You see, John had been my friend and neighbor for almost all of our lives. And since my Mom wasn’t his Mom, he’d probably been fantasizing about her a lot longer than me. Mom picked up on all of that and said, “My goodness. Little Johnny Baker from next door… is that a fantasy that you’ve been hanging on to for a while now?” John blushed and gave a gulp, but then he nodded. 

When he did, Mom smiled, got on the table and climbed over to him. Then moved her eyes down to his crotch, before glancing back up at him and saying, “Well don’t just stand there sweetie. It turns out Mrs. Smith from next door is just dying to suck your cock today.” Then she gave him a wink, and within seconds his clothes were on the ground and his dick was bobbing in front of my Mother’s face. 

Mom didn’t waste any time. With a lusty moan she wrapped her lips around the tip of John’s cock and began to suck his cock. She was slow and noisy. Bobbing her head up and down, slurping, moaning, and occasionally pulling up off of him to tell him how big he was, or how much she was enjoying going down on him.  

Within a couple of minutes, he seemed ready to cum. But then Mom all but stopped, wrapped her hand around the base of his dick and started asking him questions, like, how long he had been fantasizing about her. After a minute or two, she went back to sucking on him again and his moans got twice as loud and intense as they were before. 

A few minutes later he was ready to blow again, and again, Mom paused. This time she asked Chris when he’d met me, and how long he’d known me. After a couple minutes of just playing with John’s balls and asking Chris questions about our relationship, she looked back to John and told him to put his hand on the back of her head, and push her lips all the way down to the root once. When he did, both Mom and John moaned. But this time, when Mom came back up, she had something to say right away. 

She looked up at John and said, “You know what’s crazy? You and Mikey have known me for all these years, and probably been fantasizing about me for half of them. But Chis over here… Chris has only known my Son for a couple of months. And just because he’s work buddies with Steven, he’s about to shove his cock into me!” John seemed to lose it a bit when she said that, and he quickly grabbed her head and began forcing her down the length of his cock. As he was fucking her mouth, Mom glanced over at me and shot me a wink. 

Then she spread her legs. After a few more seconds of her making throat fuck noises, she pointed at Chis and slapped her ass. Another few seconds and she smacked herself again. That time, Chris got it. 

So, as I was watching my best friend fuck my Mom’s mouth, my work friend walked up behind her, rested his cock head on her pussy lips, and then began to push. John actually stopped his assault on her throat to give Chris a chance to get in. I’d say something about the power of friendship, but since they were double fucking my Mom in my kitchen at the time, I don’t feel like it would stick. 

Just like with Mike, working his way into my Mom was an effort. And just like before, we all heard the play by play as a result. Chris was talking about how tight she was, and how wet and hot she was. He talked about how her pussy was like a vice grip, and how it was the best fucking thing he’d ever felt in his life. When he started to make progress, Mom, now just holding John’s dick, cried out about how he was spreading her, and how he was so big!

When he finally pushed all the way into her, Mom looked at me with intense pleasure on her face and cried out, “Oh god sweetie! He’s all the way inside me. He’s balls fucking deep in your Mommy!” After that, it was all moaning and slow, deliberate thrusting for a bit. Mom held onto John’s dick, and gave him a few strokes here and there, but everyone was focused on how intense it was as Chris and my Mom worked to open her up. 

They had just started to get a rhythm, and Chris was already talking about how he wasn’t going to last. Mom looked over her shoulder at him with a flip of her hair. Then she looked back at the cock in her hand and smiled widely. Then, looking to me she asked, “How’s the view Son?” But she didn’t wait for an answer, she just wrapped her lips around the cock in front of her, and absolutely went to town on it! 

She was sucking, and moaning, and slurping. And regularly, she was also crying out in in pleasure. Johny couldn’t do anything but swear in a steady stream and Chris was pretty much in the same boat. In no time at all both guys were saying that they were going to cum, and Mom was very clearly already cumming! 

Chris pulled out and came all over my Mom’s ass, and John pulled out and absolutely blasted her face with cum! When they were all done the three of them were panting and gasping in between moans and little pleasured sounds. Mike said something like, “Holy fucking shit…”, and I kind of had to agree. Then, the front door slammed shut, and my Dad announced that he was home.

What happened next was a lightning-fast scramble. Mom scooted off the table, and directed my buddies to put the chairs back and get their clothes on. She touched her hand to her face, but it came away covered in fresh cum, and she’d only pressed it, her face was still slathered in the stuff. 

She quickly moved down the hall, and gestured for me to follow her. But she didn’t go to her and Dad’s room, instead she went into mine, waited for me, and then pulled the door closed once I was inside. 

In the kitchen, the guys all quickly got dressed and slipped out the back door. After a couple of minutes, we heard the TV turn on, the volume go to max, and the start of a game with Dad’s home team being announced. 

Mom and I both breathed a sigh of relief. I mean, they were both swingers, and had an open marriage and everything, so I’m not sure if it even would have been an issue. But in the moment, our instincts had said to panic. 

In the privacy of my bedroom, Mom laughed. She tossed her shorts up onto my bed, grabbed some tissues, and began to wipe off her face and ass. I hadn’t even had proper time to appreciate how hot my Mom looked with her face all covered in cum. Like, scary hot! But she cleaned up and turned to me after a few minutes, still smiling and seemingly high on the adrenaline rush. 

In a low voice I asked her why we went to my room. But she just grinned, shook her head, and placed a hand on my chest as she began advancing on me. She walked me up to, and then pushed me onto the bed. Once I was there, she gave me another one of those super sexy winks before tugging on my pants and saying, “Off.”

Then it was my turn. Mom climbed up onto me, mounted me, and after several minutes of glorious, heavenly struggle, we got past that last little bit of give, and her pussy swallowed me up. It was the single most pleasurable experience of my entire life up to that point. And a minute later, she took her top off, guided my hands to her tits, and had me play with them while she slowly rode me to orgasm. 

When I was close, I let her know. But she just smiled, and in between moans that she was desperately trying to keep quiet, she half whispered, “I think my Son deserves special treatment.” She rode me while I came inside of her and we both bit down on our fists and arms and tried to quietly scream out our orgasms as I filled her up from the inside. 

It was amazing. 

But when it was done, Mom just kissed me on the forehead, gathered up her clothes, and snuck down the hall towards her own bedroom. The last thing she whispered to me was just, “I have to go get dinner ready.” The rest of the night was insanely normal. Mom went back to “Mom-mode”, Dad was oblivious, and we finished the day like a normal family. 

Mom didn’t even mention it again until a week later when my buddies were coming back over to hang out. Then, just before they arrived, she walked up to me and, in the most normal, conversational tone she said, “I wonder what would happen if one of you boys were to ask if you were too big for me ass…” I looked at her with wide, shocked eyes, and she gave a laugh. “What?! I’m just saying.” She teased. 

But she wasn’t just teasing. And just, my god! I thought my Mom’s pussy had been tight!

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