No One Will Know Its Your Mom

My Mom had been teasing me a lot lately. And I don’t mean teasing me like, hey, I disagree with your haircut choice, so I’m going to tease you about it. No. I mean teasing me. As in, wearing low cut tops that showed her absolutely massive, and frankly gorgeous, tits. I mean commenting that she just adored a mouthful of cream as she scooped ice cream after dinner. I mean brushing up against the front of me with her perfect ass as she “scootched past” me in the hallway. And then did it again, but slower, as she went back. 

If that sounds like a nightmare to you, then your Mom doesn’t look like my Mom. Because my Mom had been the object of my fantasies since around the time that I figured out what fantasies were. But… She was still my Mom. 

So even though I was 18 (when this all started), and I now knew that her and my Dad were both kinky as fuck, it was still weird for me. Like, it was hot. Don’t get me wrong. Every incident lived rent free in my head and I played them all 5 times a day as I masturbated to the thought of her taking it so much further. But, I still felt weird about it.

Then, one day while I was at my college dorm, Mom showed up in the parking lot. It was halloween night, and we were throwing a big party. Unfortunately, so was everyone else on campus. And since we were a bunch of freshmen, none of the girls had opted to go to our party. Even the girls our age, and in our class, had chosen to go to the parties at one of the Frats, or the Sororities, or at least a party being held by Seniors. 

I’d told Mom about the party awhile back, but I hadn’t expected her to show up. 

It had been pretty warm inside the building despite it being a cold night. And when I’d popped out back, where the parking lot was, to cool off for a minute, I saw her walking from her car wearing the world’s sexiest witch costume. It might not have been the sexiest costume on another woman’s body. But again, I cannot properly express just how amazing my Mom’s tits were. 

Seriously.

She saw me, waved, and did her best to run over to me with both, high heels, and a pair of breasts that were both, very much NOT made for running. I was standing 3 stairs up on a little stone stairway that led to the back door when another guy came out to get some air too. He heard my Mom say “Hi sweetie!”, and then looked down to see those massive pale globes all but hanging out of her costume. And when he asked me who she was, I froze. I kind of didn’t want to say that the absolute MILF that he was definitely taking mental pictures of so he could masterbate to the thought of her later on, was my Mom. 

Mom was smiling up at me when he asked. But as I froze, she looked back and forth between us. Then she looked down at her outfit. Her smile faded for just a fraction of the second, and I was instantly pissed at myself for making that smile fade. Even for a moment. But before I could make it right, Mom stuck her left hand into her purse and said, “I’m his girlfriend. From back home.” 

The guy, who I’d seen around, and I was pretty sure lived on the 4th floor, gave me a nod that meant, both “Nice,” and “Congratulations dude,” in man-speak. Then he headed back inside to give us some space. Once he was gone, Mom took her hand out of her purse and finished walking up the steps to me. I started to apologize, but she just waved her right hand towards me and said not to worry about it. Assuring me that she totally understood. 

Then she slipped her Wedding rings off and tucked them into the bottom of her purse before offering her arm. At which point she grinned and insisted that I show “My girlfriend from back home” around my dorm building. 

The party was in full swing. But it wasn’t much of a party. The occasional couple was off at the sides talking together. But mostly it was guys drinking, talking, and lamenting that there were not nearly enough girls around. In a humorous twist, there was a party on campus that was for LGBTQ only. So even the guys that were looking for another guy were out of luck! 

I got Mom a drink, and we walked around arm in arm. I showed her the vending machine, and other exciting highlights. I introduced her to some of my friends. Some of them I’d even talked about to her on visits home. But of course, she was being introduced as my girlfriend Mary, and not my Mom, Mrs. Smith. 

Only one of my friends was dumb enough to comment on my Mom’s age. Luckily, he didn’t get punched in the face. Which, all of us would have understood. Instead, when he asked about our age difference, Mom just leaned in, and loud enough to be heard over the music, she shouted that she had a pretty serious Mommy kink. 

Everyone there had their jaws hit the floor. But Mom just shot them a sexy wink, took another sip of her beer, and asked me to show her my room. She said it very suggestively, because of course she did, but It wasn’t like I was going to turn her down. So, we headed upstairs. 

I was on the 3rd floor. My room was pretty plain. I was lucky, this building had a handful of single rooms with king sized beds, and my Dad used to go to the school and still had some strings at the university that he could pull. So I ended up with one of them. Mom was quick to comment on it. Because of course she was. She absolutely LIVED for teasing me lately. But I was careful never to complain since I didn’t actually want her to stop. Hell, if I knew some magic words that would have made her go at it even harder, I probably would have used them!

So, there we were. Alone in my room. Mom asked me what was bothering me, and instead of saying, Oh, you know. I just can’t seem to get you to flirt with me any harder. Maybe lower your top some more. Or tell me you aren’t wearing panties.” I instead went with telling her that a bunch of my friends were bummed that the party had attracted zero hot single women, and that it meant that no one was going to get laid. 

Mom got this sultry, seductive smile and, predictably, said, “I can fix that.” It was, SO hot. Even though I saw it coming, and I knew it was all a bluff. It had to be. But I still let myself picture it for half a second before countering with, “You're not single Mom.” 

I really thought that would be the end of it. But then Mom held the back of her left hand up to me and wiggled her ringless fingers, saying, “I am tonight.” And, WOW. But she just kept getting hotter. It was starting to feel really fucking warm again, and I was feeling the need to step outside once more. 

But instead I just laughed and played along. I said, “Well yeah. I mean, that would solve it for me. Sure. But what about all my buddies?” Then, Mom upped the stakes in a way that I never, ever could have predicted. She said, “They don’t know I’m your Mom.” And at first I just smiled and waited for the joke. But as the silence stretched, Mom was looking kind of serious. Like, she meant it for real. 

My throat was going dry at the thought, and my temperature had started to climb even higher when she took her Witch hat off and set it down on the bed beside her. Then she pulled her dress up over her head, and tossed it into the corner. 

Underneath, she’d been wearing nothing. NOTHING! No bra. No panties. Nothing! She then picked her hat back up, sat it on her head, and tipped the brim down so that her face was covered. “See. I could be anyone under here.” Her smile was probably amazingly sexual in that moment. But I couldn’t have told you for certain since I was too busy looking at the biggest tits I’d ever seen in my life. A set that I hadn’t seen naked like that since I was a baby, but had been dying to see again since puberty! 

I probably should have been angry. Or scared. Or, I don’t know. Something! Probably anything other than deeply turned on, hard, and feeling like my brain was on fire. But instead of words that might have shown that I was a good, upstanding member of society, what came out instead was the sentence, “How would that even work?” 

Mom smiled, and it was a sinful and intensely sexual thing. Then she answered me, saying, “Oh. We just play a little variation on a game that your Dad and I play sometimes. Let’s call it, My Girlfriend’s Insatiable. It works like this. You go grab 5 friends, and you tell them that, you know they are your buddies and all, but that your girlfriend is insatiable. That she is feeling really wild tonight, and that she wants to try group sex. Tell them that, if it isn’t too weird for them, fucking your girlfriend and all, that you wanted to make the offer. Especially since you would rather have it be with guys that you like and trust than a group of total strangers.”

Mom then assured me that I didn’t need to worry about any of them saying no. Because she’d played this game before, and knew exactly how it would play out. She then crawled across my bed and checked my nightstand drawer. Grinning when she saw what she wanted. And as Mom took out the box of condoms and set them in plain view, I asked if she was sure that she was okay with what she was saying. 

In reply, she just said that it was up to me. That she could get dressed, and go see what other parties are happening. Leaving me to go back downstairs and spend another 3-4 hours complaining with my buddies that our party sucked. Or… Or my buddies and I could have a pretty great night. And they would owe it all to me, and- 

And then she laughed and covered up her mouth with her hand when she did. Then she finished, “-You and your girlfriend from back home.” And looking at her in my room, naked, & gorgeous. All delicious curves and sexual promises that had never been fulfilled. At least not for me. I realized that if there was any chance. Any chance at all that I would get to see the woman of my dreams in action, then I had to take it. 

With a fierce blush, and the heat in my brain now radiating throughout my entire body as I set about doing the hottest fucking thing I ever could have imagined, I went back downstairs and told my friends what Mom had told me to say. Not one of them was so reluctant to fuck my girlfriend that they even considered saying no. And it made me wonder if it wouldn’t have been different if they knew she was my Mom. 

But after a little bit, I had a pretty good idea there as well… 

When we got up to my room, I reintroduced my still naked Mom to my college friends. She was playing the horny girlfriend, anxious to try something new. And while wearing nothing but her hat, she was very convincing. But, just as I thought something might actually happen that I would remember forever, something different happened that I would remember forever. 

Because Kyle, usually a pretty decent friend and all around thoughtful guy, turned those traits against me. He did this by remembering Mom’s comment from downstairs and asking, “Are you guys… Are you still doing the Mom thing? Where like, you are pretending that you are his Mom, or whatever? Or are you just Steve’s girlfriend for this?” 

When he asked, Jose smacked him in the arm. And both Jose and Mason said that he was prying and it wasn’t cool. But Sean and Luke backed him up. Saying that it was a good question, and that they shouldn’t kink shame. As for Mom, she was positively beaming. She looked as thrilled with the question as I’ve ever seen her. Like she just found out that someone had questions on her all time favorite subject and they were about to ask her to info dump. 

The guys all looked between Mom and I, waiting for an answer. Thankfully, Mom took it. Because I would have melted if I tried to field that question on my own. Mom said, “Oh! Good question. You know, we’ve never really shared the Mommy fantasy with others before. Have we Steven?” I nodded. Realized what I did, and then shook my head. Thankfully, Mom took over from there. 

“I mean, we are here so we can try something new. So, if you guys would all be okay with it, then, yeah. I kind of like to try that!” 

The guys exchanged a few words, but mostly it boiled down to there being a gorgeous woman with big tits who wanted to have sex with them in a kinky way. Or, they could go back downstairs and hope that there was still some warm beer left. Shockingly, they all agreed. 

Mom smiled and told them to call her Mrs. Smith. She also told them that, for this kind of roleplay, they needed to engage with me on stuff. That caused some confusion. But Mom clarified that the only thing that made her my Mom in a roleplay was people saying it. “So,” she clarified. “Instead of saying that I’m sucking your cock really good, you would instead tell Steven that his Mom sucks cock really good. If you are squeezing and playing with these,” she said, holding her massive tits up. “And you are liking it. Then you don’t tell me that I have great tits. You tell my boyfr… You tell my SON, that his MOM has great tits. Get it?” 

They all nodded along. But seemed confused as to what they should do next. At that point, Mom sat on the end of the bed, looked directly at me and said, “Oh my sweet sweet boy. This didn’t take very much convincing. Did it?” Then she pointed to Kyle, and patted the spot behind her on the bed. I was really hoping that I didn’t actually have to answer my Mom. And mercifully, she started talking again without waiting for an answer from me just a moment later. 

“I just had to suggest it. To say that it was a possibility. At all.” Then, she paused as Kyle awkwardly sat down behind her, his legs on either side of her. I’d been paying such close attention to my Mom that I hadn’t noticed him getting naked. And a quick glance around the room told me that, aside from Mom’s witch hat, I was now the only person there who was still wearing clothes. 

Mom turned her head and planted a kiss on Kyle’s lips. Then she took his hands in hers, and guided them up to her tits. He began playing with my Mother’s massive tits as she looked back to me and continued her little speech. “The moment I mentioned I was up for it, you ran downstairs, and gathered up 5 friends. 5 big, strong, handsome college boys; to fuck your Mother while you watched.” 

Then she spread her legs, pointed to a position kneeling in front of her, and looked over at my 4 remaining buddies. She raised her eyebrows and waited. But she didn’t have to wait long before Luke got a great big smile and rushed in to kneel in front of my Mom. She gave a few small moans. Then guided his head with one hand, and told him he was doing good. 

After that, she was right back to talking to me. She asked me, “Do you want to watch them fuck me. All five of them?” And this time, I knew I had to answer. It wasn’t easy. I felt fevered I was so turned on! But after a minute I nodded. And when that wasn’t enough, I said it out loud. “Yes,” I admitted. But Mom just smiled, and asked, “Yes…”. And, god damnit. I knew from her tone EXACTLY what I was supposed to say. We’d had this exchange a million times, just never with this kind of context. 

“Yes Mom.” I answered. And her replying smile was both sincere, and intimately sexual. She moaned as Kyle started pinching her nipples. And then she moaned harder and arched her back a bit as Luke lapped at her pussy. 

After that, I was pretty sure that I got a glimpse into my Parents’ sex life. Because Mom never missed a beat, and always knew exactly what to do, and what was going to happen next. She started by having Sean give me the box of condoms. Then she told the guys that anyone who wanted to use one of those condoms needed to ask me for one, and tell me exactly what they planned on doing with it. And then, as long as I said they could, they could. 

This led to a constant string of filthy requests. Each one hotter than the last. Like Sean asking me for a condom so he could get a blowjob from my Mom. Only to have her ask, “Sweetie, can Sean get my mouth pregnant?” And when I looked at her confused, she clarified, “If the answer is no, then you could tell him just to slip it down your Mother’s throat as is.” 

Or when Kyle asked if he could fuck her pussy with one, and when I said yes and gave him one, Mom asked me I’d really just told one of my college buddies that he could fuck my Mother in front of me. Jose asked if he could have one for her ass, and again, Mom stopped to ask me if Jose could get her ass pregnant. At her words, his face lit up like it was Christmas. And he asked if he could ride her bareback. Mom grinned at his words, and echoed them with her own lusty tone. She was in between orgasms as she panted, “Can he sweetie? Can your friend fuck your Mommy in her ass, bareback?” 

And that wasn’t even the half of it! Between my friends telling me how tight my Mom’s pussy was, or showing off how far they could stretch her cheeks with their cocks, Mom was masterfully putting herself on display. 

She went from facing me with her legs spread, to doing that, but with a guy standing on the bed on either side of her as she gave a double blowjob. When she first let one of them fuck her, it was on her hands and knees, facing my way. And when one of them asked for a tit fuck, she stopped the sex long enough to let him in underneath her. That was she was titfucking him, while looking at me, and getting fucked by another one of my buddies. And it was always like that! She was never more than a small head turn away from shooting me wink with her mouth stuffed full of dick. Or blowing me a kiss as two of my college buddies fucked her in both holes. 

Whenever someone got close, they had to go to “The cooldown corner”, and leave the bed for a bit to go sit and chill. After 2 hours of constant sweaty, glorious, noisy sex with my Mom, every single one of them was panting, standing against the wall of my room, and hanging on by a thread. 

Mom was grinning widely, covered in sweat, and at least 15 orgasms in when they admitted that none of them could last much longer. They were all too close, and too turned on. So Mom had one of them lay down on the bed, and she mounted him. Then had another lube up for her ass, and had Kyle stand on the bed in front of her. I had a side view as the three of them got ready to make my Mother air-tight. And then Mom told me that I was going to need to get up and walk around the bed if I wanted to find a good spot to watch from. At first, I wasn’t sure what she meant. At least not until she had the last two guys get up on the bed and she wrapped each one of them in a hand that was applying lube as she stroked them. 

And that was how they all came. Triple Penetrating my Mom before 2 guys came inside of her and the other 3 came all over her face and tits. It was amazing. Easily the hottest night of my life. I just wished that I’d had the whole thing on video! 

But of course, when it was all done, the guys thanked me for letting them participate in my girlfriend's fantasy, and then they left. And once they were gone, Mom popped into the shower to clean all the cum off of her. Which left me with the world's most sensitive hard-on, and no place to put it. I mean, I could have masturbated. But I was 100% sure that if I did, Mom would forget something and come out of the shower just in time to catch me. Or I’d make a big mess, and she’d come out before I could clean it up. 

When Mom got out of the shower, she dried off, and put her witch costume back on. This time without the hat though. 

I caught her eyeing the fact that I was still hard as she got up on my bed. Then she got up on her knees, and told me to come stand in front of her. And even though I was 100% certain that I was about to be teased again, and that I definitely couldn’t take it anymore, I still wanted more. So, I did as she asked. At which point Mom looked up at me and asked, “Is it really so hard to just say it?” 

I wasn’t playing dumb. I really didn’t know what she meant. But then she ran a hand up my thigh, and gripped my cock through my pants causing me to practically scream in pleasure. Then Mom flicked her long hair over one shoulder, undid my pants, and took my cock out. And as she kneeled down on the bed in front of me, she looked up at me from around my hard and actively drooling cock and said, “Just say it baby. Just say, Mommy. I LOVE it when you act like a whore. And I would doubly love it if you would suck my cock.” 

I managed a shocked “Mom!?”, but she just licked my cock from the base to the tip, and gave me a look like she was annoyed. When my whole body was finished trembling from the shock of how intensely good that single lick had felt, Mom compromised. She said, “I’ll tell you what. I felt like I was doing a pretty good job of communicating all of this to you for some time now. But let’s pretend that you are actually surprised by all of this, and feeling a little overwhelmed right now.”

Then she said, “I’ll keep this simple. If you look me in the eyes, right now. Shake your head at me and say, Your such a WHORE. Then I will suck this cock, and drink your cum. But I’m not moving until you meet me halfway.” 

Then she just kneeled there, holding my cock with it pointed at her lovely, full lips, and waited. She gave her patented, “I’m waiting,” look too. The one that she perfected over the last 21 years of being my Mom. Until finally, I admitted to myself that I wasn’t in some insane, unpredictable, twilight zone type reality. I admitted to myself that I’d just been too scared to admit that the woman of my dreams was throwing herself at me, and that she was 10 times the slut that I ever could have hoped for. 

And once I’d admitted that, the next part was kind of easy. 

I grinned down at her and said, “God Mom... You're such a WHORE.” And when I did, she smiled at me like I’d told her she had beautiful eyes. “Yeah?” She asked. And in reply I nodded, and told her, “Oh yeah. In fact. I bet that you are such a greedy, cock crazy whore… That you would suck your own Son’s cock. And swallow his cum.” 

And as she smiled up at me, seemingly turned on by what I was saying, the last thing she said to me before she gobbled me up and brought me through the most powerful orgasm of my entire life was; “Oh sweetie… You have NO Idea!”

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