When I came home from school again, my mom had taken all her belongings and moved into a nice apartment building that was about 10 minutes away. I later found out that a few of my friends helped my mom when she moved, and that she had asked them to go.
I had a couple of close friends at the time, and one of them, Ricky and Ron, went to help my mom move. Ron usually drove a pickup truck and mom was unemployed at the time, so she asked him to help to save money. Mom chose to move on a Wednesday, the day my dad was at work and no one was home. I had my friend help so that I wouldn’t have to be bothered on the weekends. Unlike me, my friend went to community college and had a more relaxed schedule on weekdays and could easily spare an afternoon.
I later learned from my mother that it was at that time that she was touched and a little turned on by the sight of two young, strong, energetic young men, who were busy with their hands and shoulders, running around: at that time she hadn’t enjoyed sex for several months in a row. As a token of her appreciation, mom invited them to be her guests at her new residence in the evening. In the evening they were invited, and mom not only paid them, but added a bonus: her body.
Mom’s body was tall, voluptuous, fit and well-proportioned; she was an attractive woman to the opposite sex. No man would refuse such a luscious gift. They spent two hours together that night. It was a sound and wonderful night, as mom later described it to me. After a few clouds and rain, mom told them that she would neither remarry anytime soon, nor was she likely to remarry her lingering husband, plus she didn’t want me to be bothered by what happened to her. My friends naturally understood what my mom meant, so they came to an understanding. After that they visited my mom when they could, if I wasn’t there. (My dad and I still live in our original residence, and I occasionally go to my mom’s on weekends)
It was around spring break that I began to notice a change in my mom. She had found a part-time job to subsidize the household and could enjoy life better. Her hair was cut short, but she still looked beautiful; and her dress code was getting hotter and sexier, showing off the curves of her body better. I’d seen one of Mom’s short dresses with a hemline that was an inch above her knees! One Sunday I went to her apartment just as mom was going out shopping, and she was wearing a short skirt that came down to just mid-thigh, and her creamy ivory thighs looked very sexy.
Mom told me to stay in the apartment until she got back. I watched Mom leave, dumbfounded, realizing for the first time in my life that she was a hottie! Dad didn’t know anything about the changes in Mom because most of Mom’s past friends were Dad’s co-workers and friends’ wives, and they didn’t know anything about Mom’s post-divorce life either. My mom has only one real close friend, and that’s Carol, a classmate from her college days who now lives five hundred miles away.
School had closed a couple weeks before finals and the school year was coming to an end. I had nothing better to do on Friday night, so I drove back home, when in fact I usually go back on Saturday mornings. Upon arriving home, I called Ricky and Ron, neither of whom were home. I contacted David again and he was out as well.
In the midst of my boredom, I drove to my mom’s apartment again. While parking, I overheard Ricky’s car parked there as well. What the fuck? I felt a little weird. No one answered the doorbell. Mom had given me a set of keys, which I happened to have with me, so I opened the door and went in myself.
That’s when I heard what sounded like voices coming out of the bedroom, and as I got closer the voices became more and more real, and I heard a man gasping and a woman moaning!
There was another man talking about fucking! , I immediately realized what was going on and it made me wonder, who was mom fucking? It didn’t seem like I usually saw mom out on a date. I tiptoed over to the bedroom door and quietly poked my head in to take a look, and in that instant my heart hit me like a tonic: I saw Ricky, Ron, and David! All three of them were having sex with my mom at the same time!
Mom is riding Ron, with Ron’s prick in and out of her pussy, and Ricky straddling her, pounding her backdoor! At the head of the bed was David, with mom’s mouth still lapping at his meat stick! I could hear mom letting out a muffled, suppressed moan, her face buried in David’s lower back as he thrust his hips and shrugged; and although I couldn’t see who the man was below mom, I intuitively thought it had to be Ron! Ricky’s prick was the thickest and longest of the three, and I was amazed that mom’s backdoor was able to accommodate such a huge thing! At the moment Ricky was pressed up against mom’s backside, thrusting violently into her backdoor, a sigh of relief escaping his throat!
I slowly exited the apartment and returned home with an indescribable loss. My lower body was already swollen. In the bathroom I used my hand to release the desire, the moment the semen spurted out, my eyes can not help but appear in front of the apartment that obscene scene …… In addition to inexplicable wrath, the heart is more jealousy, I realized that in fact, my mother has always been a sexy woman who is enough to make the men, and even eighteen or nineteen year old teenagers crazy for it, just Mom had never deliberately displayed her charms in front of me. I think Dad would have a heart attack if he knew what was going on a few miles away!
I avoided all my friends that weekend and no one asked me to hang out. With a sense of urgency, I saw my mom again. During the conversation she sensed that I was distracted and asked me repeatedly if something was wrong. I hesitated for a while, but finally decided to have an open and honest talk with my mom: how long have you been with my friends? Mom stared at me with her mouth wide open in surprise, her face turning pale.
How did you know that? After a moment of silence, Mom asked slowly. I told her I had been here Friday night. Mom fell silent again, her face expressionless without a word. Waiting for no reply, I repeated the same question again. With my friends on one side and my mom on the other, I felt I had a right to know this. I pressed my mom repeatedly and she suddenly blurted out in anger, I don’t need to explain my sex life to you!
I couldn’t help but freeze. Sitting speechless against each other for a while, mom’s emotions gradually calmed down, and she finally opened her mouth to say that she and dad were not happily married, and it turned out that dad had had an affair with a female client as early as a year ago, which ultimately led to the breakup of the marriage. In order not to affect me, they waited until I entered the university, and then went through the divorce procedure.
But why did you sleep with my friend? I questioned indignantly.
So my mom told me about the move. She swore that she definitely didn’t mean to embarrass me and that it all happened naturally. She also added that as a normal woman, she did need to be sexually nourished.
But you just got divorced, I said, disgruntled.
Mom hesitated, yes, she took a deep breath, and then told me that when it happened, she was not as a mother, but as a woman; and that my friends had indeed proved to be able to satisfy her needs: long-lasting exuberant energy, thick, strong pricks. The young lovers dwarfed Daddy and satisfied her. The feeling of fulfillment and satisfaction made her more and more addicted. At first she only slept with Ricky and Ron, then David joined in at Ron’s suggestion. Frankly, I’m enjoying this life so far, Mom said matter-of-factly.
Mom’s words made my heart even more disturbed. Without waiting for me to clear my thoughts, my mom said in rapid-fire succession, “Who I sleep with is my business. This is my home. If I want your friends to come over, I’ll invite them.
Another embarrassing silence ensued. Mom stared into my eyes and asked, Are you jealous?
The question hit me hard and for a moment I was speechless.
Mom didn’t relax in the least, with pointed question after pointed question: does it turn you you on that I’m sleeping with your friends? I know young boys often have an Oedipal complex, do you? As she spoke she squinted at my lower body: God! You have an erection! I couldn’t help but feel at a loss as my erect tent was invisible under my mom’s scrutiny. A derisive smile appeared on my mom’s face, and what made it even more difficult for me to hold myself in place was that she suddenly approached me and leaned over to unbutton my shorts! But before she could grab my penis, I was already sexually aroused to the point of bursting: I was cumming!
Wow, geez! Mom giggled, which made me more and more trapped. She sat back upright and let go of my cock. I felt a little relieved and a little lost, but then the next scene made me just stare: mom slowly took her finger into her mouth! She looked straight at me and gently licked the cum off her finger!
What a soul-crushing sight it was!
It tastes good, Mom commented in a mushy voice, which made me stand upright again almost immediately. Mom reached down and gently peeled off my shorts, and I mechanically cooperated with her. Mom examined my furiously erect cock carefully and raised her eyes with a guffaw: I think you’ll do better this time.
With that she got down on her knees and took hold of my cock, guiding it into those red lips, the warm moist feeling made me close my eyes and sigh in relief. Mom’s head was rising and falling on my crotch, her saliva and the residual cum from her earlier ejaculation lubricating my cock.
After a while mom stood up and slowly removed the clothes on her body, revealing that marvelous torso. Like it? Mom gently twisted her waist, attracting my hot gaze. I greedily stared at my mother’s graceful body, her waist is so slender, breasts are so plump, lavender nipples in the proud of the large breasts towering raised, such as ripe grapes appear to be particularly beautiful, long and round legs, rich slightly trembling buttocks, all of which makes me feel the Creator’s favor and magic.
I also noticed that mom’s pussy lips protruded outward and opened up, it seems that the previous forbidden contact also made her excited, and her pussy was already quite wet. Looking at my dumbfounded appearance, mom smiled sweetly, lightly turned around, slightly crouched down with her back to me, slowly swaying her round and firm buttocks, do you know where your friends’ favorite part is? Without waiting for me to answer, accompanied by a catchy light laugh, mom bent down and gently separated the two petals of buttock flesh with her hands, revealing the tantalizing chrysanthemum.
What do you think? Mom looks back at me with misty eyes, do you know how many times I’ve let your friends in? They love it here!
I could hardly breathe, but I was just fiddling with my penis mechanically, as fast as I could, and the beautifully blooming chrysanthemum in front of me was like a magnet to my eyes.
Friday night your friends enjoyed the place and how mom’s words tortured me! The three of them, they fucked my ass three times! Do you like the fact that your mom held three different cocks in her ass? Do I look like a whore to you? How many moms would do that?
Mom crouched down, her ass high in the air, her hands spreading both butt cheeks as wide as they could go, letting her asshole open wide for my storming eyes and angry cock.
Your mom is like a whore, she wiggles her big round ass, do you like that? She paused. Do you want to fuck me like your friend? Do you want to fuck me in the ass too?
I couldn’t stand it any longer, I jumped over and hugged her, threw her heavily onto the sofa, and then pounced over, lifted up mom’s slender legs, so that the rod was aimed at the target, sinking her waist and swinging her hips in a jab, the rod poked hard into the already hot, slippery and wet cunt, and mom let out a soft moan, her legs hooked together behind my waist. I was like a locomotive full speed ahead vigorously, fast thrusting, mom in my body wildly moaning, jerking, with my crazy rhythm, two big plump tits shaking violently.
I was on my mom’s carcass, indulge, exuberant, crazy, rough venting my exuberant rising sexual desire …… a burst of pleasure in one wave …… mom was moaning, I was gasping for breath, mom was whispering, I was muffled low throat …… With the final force like convulsions, I finally a push to the end, the entire root of the rod has been attached to the mouth of the mom’s pussy, it stopped, the scrotum tightened and shrunk, tightened and shrunk, pleasure like a tidal wave, at the moment as if in paradise …… After the orgasm I pulled out of the Mom’s pussy pulled out the stick, probably because too excited, this time the stick actually stood upright, still like a flagpole straight, above the crystal shiny, full of my semen and mom’s obscene water.
After a short pause, mom looked at my rod and whispered in my ear: want mom’s asshole?
After saying that mom briskly rolled over, lying on the couch, her buttocks puckered high. Two petals of plump and polished buttocks, a magnificent and bewitching chrysanthemum, this is an invitation to me that can not be refused. I kneeled behind mom, holding the firm penis a little bit into, began to slowly pump, pumping frequency gradually accelerated, my body hit mom’s plump round buttocks, issued a slapping sound.
Right! That’s it! Mom panted, faster! Faster! Cum in!
My pumping became swifter and more rapid, one touch at a time making a musical score of carnal desire. Mom screamed with my movements, adding to my passion. It turned out that mom hadn’t been laughing at me earlier, she really liked anal sex.
The last few dozen wild thrusts set off a crescendo of desire, and as I announced that I was going to cum in a violent lurch, mom responded by screaming at me to come in! Hot semen erupted like a volcano, hitting mom’s rectum in waves. After pulling my cock out of mom, I practically collapsed on the couch, my continuously fighting rod finally releasing and loosening up as mom lay panting at my side.
You’re very ‘fuckable’, mom rubbed my rod.
I think so, I said tiredly and proudly.
How’s it going? Mommy asked, how does it feel to have sex with Mommy? Do you still feel bad?
No, right now I feel good, I responded, can we do this again later?
When you came home over the weekend, Mom replied briskly. It made me very happy.
However that afternoon as I was about to leave, my mom made me realize the truth of life.
You should know that your friends still come here when I need them. There was a silence for a while, I didn’t know what to say, apparently me sleeping with my mom didn’t make her feel that hearty satisfaction.
Honey, you know I have needs. I love being with you, but the things I told you before were true. If I needed them, I’d still invite them over. It has nothing to do with whether they’re your friends or not.
I knew I couldn’t sway my mom’s decision. I simply replied know.
Maybe I’ll reward you someday, Mom said with a wry smile on her face.
How is it rewarded? I asked.
Let me think about it. Mom replied. Then we kissed goodbye.
Preparing for finals was tough because my mind wasn’t even on studying. Mom’s hot, seductive body and the fact that she was still sleeping with my friend alternated flashes in my mind. It made me feel jealous, resentful, and aroused all at the same time. This bizarre situation continued until the end of the school year. After coming home for summer break, I just barely managed to catch up with a few of my friends, and meeting them was very hard for me. Not that they noticed anything different about me or my mom.
I can’t stop them from interacting with my mom, she won’t let me.
But at least I wasn’t as obsessed with my mom’s flesh as I used to be, because I had made a new girlfriend and the two of us were spending more and more time together. I’ve gradually distanced myself from the friends I used to have. I now preferred to spend time with my girlfriend, which made it enjoyable for her. Hopefully she will never know the real reason.
I drove to my mom’s apartment almost every night that summer, checking the parking lot to see if any cars I knew were parked there. I felt jealous on the one hand, but on the other hand, I was excited by imagining what it would be like to be in the apartment at this very moment. I thought that maybe it was the divorce that had unleashed my mom’s desires and allowed her to discover a side of herself that she had long suppressed and had never shown before: her desire for sex.
One Sunday in July, I went to my mom’s place while she was in the shower. Unable to contain the curiosity that filled me, I took the opportunity to look through my mom’s belongings and was surprised to find an almost used up bottle of anal lube. I remembered that the bottle of lube had been unopened at the end of last week. I couldn’t help but get instantly aroused at the thought of my mom’s asshole accommodating so many phallic thrusts in just one week.
When I’m with my mom, I usually have anal sex at least once, but it’s nowhere near as much as my friends have developed her posterior. I can’t say for sure how many times a week they come over, but I’m certain that every time they do, Mom’s asshole has been baptized in cum from at least three rods. Looking at the empty bottle of lube, I couldn’t help but feel jealousy rolling around in my chest.
Every time we made love, Mom acted as if she was having all the fun, but it only got more satisfying with them, I guess! Maybe it’s because their dildos are bigger and thicker, and more capable of bringing her to a rocket-firing orgasm. I know mom likes the feeling of having several holes filled by men at the same time, that might be really exciting.
About a month later the story resurfaced. Mom’s best friend Carol came to visit her. Carol was a mother of three, but still in great shape; she was also a very attractive woman.
The news of Carol’s upcoming visit excited me. I thought Carol was going to join us, but unexpectedly my mom told me that I couldn’t go back to her place next weekend because Carol didn’t know about this mother-son relationship we had.
About you and Ricky and Ron and David, you didn’t tell her that either? I asked.
Mom snickered, which was exactly why she had come to visit. I’ve made an appointment with your friends to come over next Saturday night.
Then Mom told me that she and Carol had a long conversation on the phone a few months ago, and Carol asked her if she had dated men since her divorce.
Dating? It’s better than a date! Mom said mysteriously.
This made Carol curious, and she pressed her mom hard to find out what was going on. Eventually her mom told her the truth, which shocked her: she had slept with those kids! Mom described to her the details of the sex and the surprisingly large size of those kids, which made Carol’s heart skip a beat. So her mom invited her to come and observe in the field as well.
Carol had never had an affair, and Mom laughed and said that this was a real outing for her.
What about me? I asked pathetically. Mom just promised that she’d figure it out when Carol arrived again.
Seeing the look of disappointment on my face, my mom said to me, Honey, you know I can’t tell her that I’m sleeping with my own son, she paused thoughtfully and laughed, Besides this time your friends alone will be too much for her to handle.
It looked like she was willing to give it a try too, I commented. I say that because Carol seemed a little impatient to decide on a trip so soon.
That’s because she’s very horny, Mom said with a laugh, and her sex life sucks. Paul (Carol’s husband) didn’t have the slightest doubt about her trip because Carol told her, I live alone after the divorce. He has absolutely no idea what her wife will experience this weekend.
Although my outing was chagrined, I accepted my mom’s arrangement. Also Mom made me swear that I wouldn’t run around with my keys and spy on the girls, which I promised to do. That morning mom went to the airport to meet Carol.
I knew their orgy was going to start around 8pm. I had a date with my girlfriend for the evening, but I postponed it until after nine. In the evening I drove to my mom’s apartment. I actually had no intention of snooping, I just wanted to eavesdrop. At nine o’clock I arrived at the apartment parking lot where, not surprisingly, I found Ricky’s car. I went to the door of the apartment and listened with bated breath for a long time, but there was no sound from the living room! I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. Maybe they were too tired and had rested. So I went to my girlfriend’s place.
Sunday night Carol had left and I called Mom.
Can I go over there now? Mentally and physically, I’m a little excited.
No, I’m tired. Mom replied, I just got home.
I asked Mom if Carol’s cheating had gone well.
It went very well! She felt so good to hear her mom’s triumphant joy!
Was she nervous? I asked next.
Very nervous, mom said, she was nervous all day during the day, especially when your friend rang the doorbell.
A friend from the past, I corrected disgruntledly.
Mom sighed softly and said, “Honey, that’s your problem. You know the rules. Well, anyway, Carol had gotten what she wanted.
What kind of clothing was she wearing? I asked.
She didn’t know how to dress herself. She didn’t really have sexy provocative clothes and she and Paul rarely went out together. My clothes were a little tight on her. She only brought her short trip bag with a short t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts, and those denim shorts were a little too long. I know what your friends like. I cut them even shorter, and Mom snickered on the other end of the phone.
How short is it? I asked excitedly, my dick rising involuntarily.
Go to the hip there – up to the pocket behind the hip.
Ha! She must have looked pretty hot then! It kills me that I didn’t get to see it in person.
Yeah, she didn’t even know herself how sexy those shorts made her look, Mom said.
Although a little tired, Mom told me many details of the weekend night. Mom said that in fact at first Carol just sat on the sidelines and watched her alone as she played and flirted with the boys, undressed each other, and watched how those cocks were erected to frightening sizes. Then the boys sat lined up on the couch and Mom knelt in front of them and sucked them off one by one. Afterward she paused to let the boys fondle Carol with their rods.
Listening to my mom’s description, I imagined the scene: they surrounded Carol, three thick, firm man-roots, imposing on her, and Carol reached up and stroked those giants one by one, nervous and laughing in shock, before slowly relaxing into the oral sex.
It does sound like she needs a man’s nourishment, my interface says. Mom agrees with that.
According to Mom, later they undressed Carol, carried her to the couch, fondled and sucked her breasts and bottom to get her lubricated enough, and then later they went together to the bedroom where the boys took turns making love to Carol.
So did she try to have sex with all three of them at the same time? I asked.
Of course I did, Mom replied.
What position were each of the three of them in during sex with Carol? I asked eagerly, while rapidly lashing my cock.
I can’t remember exactly, mom said, each of them fucked her pussy. While one boy fucked her, the other two fucked me: one fucked me and the other made me suck his cock. Then all three of them fucked her at the same time and then took turns fucking her ass, rotating for about a minute each. I think they fucked her for about 20 minutes until they finally ejaculated.
Does she like anal sex? I asked.
Like it, in fact I think she likes it a lot because she squirts cum during sex! Anal sex gives her more pleasure, which she shares with me. But today she felt a lot of pain back there! She had never had anal sex so many times in a row before, let alone yesterday when she was faced with such a thick rod! The moment the sex ended, Carol’s asshole was all rounded up and cum kept pouring out of it!
It was as if Carol had stabbed herself with a cucumber for half an hour. When she was done she stayed on her back, enjoying the feeling of her asshole slowly closing. Then she curled up and fell asleep. Well, that’s all.
Finally my mom told me that she had a gift for me and that she would give it to me next week. This made me very curious, and I repeatedly begged my mom to tell me now exactly what the gift was. Mom couldn’t resist my repeated pleas, but went ahead and revealed the mystery: Carol’s shorts – which she had commandeered from Carol – and some photos of Carol in a tight t-shirt and jean shorts. Carol had adamantly refused to take any sexually explicit photos, and Mom had to settle for second best. But these were enough, and they later became my exclusive wanking supplies.
I had no idea when Carol would visit again; after all, Mom had made her realize her darkest fantasies. But later when they spoke on the phone, Carol admitted that while she had enjoyed sex with the boys, as Carol always referred to them, she had fantasized about what it would be like to have group sex with a group of even stronger black men, and it had made her even more aroused.
Mom encouraged her to make such a fantasy a reality, but Carol didn’t know how to begin to do it. So Mom told her that maybe the next time Carol visited they could work on it together; until then, she was willing to go ahead and experience it for herself.
As for when I could make love to Carol, I didn’t know myself. I didn’t like feeling marginalized. The silver lining was that now at least I had my mom and my girlfriend to satisfy my desires. I guess that was enough. When I was home on vacation, I had a lot of time to spend with my mom, like a loving couple after a long absence, especially when my friends from the past were too busy with their own affairs to visit.
Dad knew nothing about what was going on between Mom and me and my friends. Every time I visited Mom’s apartment, Dad thought I was just doing my job as a good son; he just didn’t know how good I really was.