Chapter 3634: 1
And, uh, yeah. I'm pretty sure that set off some kind of timer in my body. Because I hadn't felt a single stroke yet, but I knew, KNEW, that I was going to cum soon. I wasn't cumming just yet, but I was so flushed with heat, and lust, and orgasmic pleasure, that nothing could have stopped that tidal wave from crashing down.
I was nodding, and moaning, and trying to answer her, trying to say "yes." But I needn't have worried. Because she knew.
Mom's hand was suddenly stroking me. And not only that, but she was sliding her leg up and down mine again, but this time, she had purpose. Because as she pushed herself into my back, and slid her leg up my thigh, she moaned, and cooed. She began to half moan, half whisper in my ear. Phrases like, "Oh God baby they're fucking me again!" And, "Oh God I can feel his cock inside me. He's stretching out your Mother's cunt sweetie! They're fucking your Mommy!"
The whole time, she was moaning and whispering obscene little descriptions of what "my friends were doing to her," she was stroking my cock faster and faster. Until finally, after what seemed like a year's worth of build up, I was right on the brink. And then Mom, ever one to go for overkill, helped me over the finish line. She moaned out, "oh fuck boys! Oh FUCK! I think your all going to cum at the same time! Your friends are going to make me airtight baby! You are all going to cum at the same time! Cum for me sweetie. I want you all to..." and then her words were cut off, as, I can only imagine she shoved her free hand into her mouth. But all I knew in that moment, is that she was moaning, and writhing against me. Her hand was stroking my cock hard and strong as I built up to one of the greatest orgasms of my life. And then, on top of all of that. As she moaned, and writhed, and stroked. I could hear her making the most obscene sucking and slurping noises right behind me.
And... honestly, I don't know how we didn't get thrown out of the hotel that night. Because I fucking screamed.
I mean, I screamed. Full on. I came so hard I couldn't do anything but half yell, half roar, as my own Mother stroked me to orgasm across the hotel sheets.
It uh... it took a long time to come down from that.
Mom had kept up 'the act' throughout the entirety of my orgasm. And as I finally calmed down after several long minutes of screaming ecstasy, she gently stroked my back, and my hair. Finally, she just cuddled up against me from behind.
After several minutes, she leaned up, kissed my forehead, and went back to her sweet and loving Mom voice once more as she asked if I was okay.
And, not wanting any confusion, I clarified that I was Fucking Great. And Fucking Great was a whole hell of a lot better than okay.
We laughed a bit. Mom took my talking about how amazing my orgasm had been like some kind of filthy compliment, and, I could almost swear that she blushed. But... things actually found, once again, a weird, new kind of normal. She had me "clean up my mess," and "wash up" for "hygenes sake." I found my shorts again, and, we sort of found a sleepy place, said goodnight like it was a week ago and things were still normal; then, we went to sleep.
Honestly, I might have even been able to write the whole thing off as some kind of crazy exotic dream. Except of course, we were still in the hotel, and that meant that, before we went home, we were going to the sex club one more time. And now, more than ever, I had no idea what that might mean...
But now, even more than before maybe, I was looking forward to finding out!
The next morning was surprisingly not awkward. I think it was just the volume of events. I mean, sure, on the one hand, I felt amazing because I got the world's most incredible handjob from my Mom last night. But on the other hand, the last two days didn't compare in sheer volume to the over 18 years of her just being, Mom, with a capital "M". So yeah, I was riding high on yesterday having been the most amazing day of my life, and definitely looking forward to whatever was going to happen on our second day; but I was also just, having breakfast with my Mom.
She was funny, charming, tender, and, not to put too fine a point on it, but Motherly. She doted over what clothes I was wearing that day, and if I was going to change when we went back to the sex club later that night. She talked about, and mildly teased me about "my new friend"; which was how she was referring to the woman who'd pretended to be my Aunt while I'd fucked her in front of the whole club. And somehow, through it all, she made it all seem like things were still normal. And, like before, it worked. Mom acted like stuff was normal, and that somehow made it normal.
So, we finished breakfast. Then she flipped through hotel pamphlets and gushed over local zoos and all the things she wished we had time for; and in the end, she convinced me to spend the morning shopping with her in exchange for lunch out and, as she put it, "the pleasure of her company". Full disclosure, she wasn't wrong.
We ended up spending most of the day dress shopping. Mom treated to lunch, she treated to snacks, and eventually she treated to dinner. At some point generic dress shopping became searching for just the right dress to wear to my graduation party in a couple of weeks, but, when the company is good, the time flys, and the company was great. In the end, Mom found a dress that was sexy because her body looked amazing in it, while also being "PTA" enough that she could wear it to the party, or a school event, or even church if she wanted. It was white, with a very pretty floral pattern; and though it dipped low enough to show cleavage, Mom's ample breasts made that seem like a necessity in all her dresses. Like, if they didn't have an opening to breath through, her breasts would just somehow explode out of any dress she was wearing. The dress was near to ankle length, and it did that thing where if she did a little spin, the bottom would flair out and lift up as she spun. I know this for a fact, because, Mom being Mom, tested the theory, and let out a fun little laugh as she did.
I was a little surprised when, at check-out, Mom brought up multiple, identical copies of the dress, and bought them all. But, she just hand waved it, and told me that it was a thing that her and Dad did with outfits of hers all the time.
Now, we actually had the dress before dinner, but after buying it, Mom insisted on going back to all the pretty places that we'd been through in the course of our day, and taking selfies in her new dress. We must have taken a hundred pictures of her in that dress. Standing in front of water fountains, posing at the park, in front of statues; everywhere. She mostly took selfies, but she had me take a bunch too, and, of course, she made me take those photos, both of her, and with her.
She put a bunch of the photos up on her social media sites, even making her favorite picture her profile pic on a couple of them. Later, at dinner, she asked for my phone, and, with a very suspicious smile and the words "never you mind", she proceeded to not only make that photo her picture in my contacts; but she went so far as to call herself while holding my phone to make sure that the picture came up when she called. Once she was satisfied with... whatever all that was, she returned my phone to me.
After dinner, I started to get a sensation of butterflies, anxiety, excitement, and dread. It was a mixed bag of looking forward to what was probably going to be the second most exciting night of my life, and deep worry about both it, and my general inexperience. After all, my misreading the situation may have led to everything that happened the previous night, but it had also done so accidentally, and I was still super unsure about an awful lot of it.
Yet, as confused as I thought I was, I was somehow even more confused when my Mom went into the bathroom to get changed for the fetish club, only to come out 45 minutes later with a sexier hair style and more meticulous make-up, but otherwise dressed exactly the same. She was even still wearing that dress! You know, the one she could get away with in a PTA meeting or a library. It uh... it didn't exactly seem like a great match for a sex club.
I explained my confusion, and, suspiciously, Mom blushed a little. Though, she actually seemed weirdly happy that I was confused; liked she'd been hoping to surprise me and had succeeded. "I'll explain in the car", she said. Then she advised me to hurry up and get ready now that the bathroom was available. I did not need 45 minutes to get ready, so a quick shower and change of clothes later, we were on our way.
The club honestly wasn't that far. While it had taken many hours to get there the first day, Mom chose our hotel based on her desire to see the local sights and go to the club, so it was set nicely between the club and a major tourist spot, with only about a 15 minute drive to get to either location. Once we were on our way I asked Mom about, what seemed like an insanely conservative outfit choice on her part, and was rewarded with an answer that managed to balance simple logic and insidious plotting.
On our short drive, Mom explained that, while the previous night had been both an accident and a shock, we had both ended up really enjoying ourselves. In fact, she admitted, she had honestly really gotten into it. She confessed to me that her and Dad got up to all kinds of scenes and role plays, and Mother/Son stuff was on that list; but that it was one thing to pretend at a taboo act, and quite another to know that your Son was on the other side of a door listening to you getting fucked.
I gulped, blushed, felt a burning sensation fill my head up, and then did my best to get over it, or at least fake getting over it, as she continued. "So..." she said. Mom then proceeded to explain that, on the first night, she was dressed up like a slutty hot-wife, looking to get laid. But, since the role that we were playing had changed (no pun intended), she figured a change in her look was appropriate.
The truth was, our "pretending" to be Mom and Son had been a huge hit the previous night. So, now that I thought about it, Mom showing up dressed like an ordinary, everyday Mom (albeit a fucking gorgeous one), was probably a crazy-good idea. For the people who liked what we did the night before, it would be sexier than any lingerie.
Right, cool, that all checked out. But then she explained a little more, and we got the "insidious" part. Because, while everything Mom had said was true, she then went on to explain that there was a second, more secret element to it.
As she said it, she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye as she drove, and flashed me a wicked grin. She seemed to wait a second to see if I had figured out, whatever "it" was, and when I just kept waiting, she seemed doubly pleased with herself as she continued to explain.
Mom then, casual as could be, explained that anything and everything that she did that night, would happen in the dress she was wearing. Which... yeah. Of course. But, as she kept explaining, it slowly dawned on me, and my blush got steadily worse as the heat in my head grew to an inferno.
Mom spelled out for me what I had failed to put together, which was, my memories of tonight would all be about her in this dress. And, if I ever had a moment where I wasn't remembering what that looked like, I would be reminded of it anytime I went online and saw one of her social media profiles. I would be reminded of it every time someone liked, shared, or commented on one of the hundreds of pics we'd taken today. I would get a visual reminder every time that I texted or called Mom, and when she texted or called me, my phone would be filled with a photo of her smiling in the dress that she wore to the sex club "that time". Then, just to put the cherry on the sundae, it was, of course, the dress that she had bought specifically to wear to a party that I would be at with all of my friends in a couple of weeks. She'd be laughing, and flirting, and being a gracious hostess while standing beside the guys she'd been pretending were fucking her tonight! Holy shit!
I looked up to realize that we had actually arrived at the club, and Mom was pulling into a parking space. I looked at her, hoping that the fact that it was night time would help to hide my blush, and I gently broke the news to her that, "Mom... that's kind of evil." But when I said it, she just beamed. She smiled brightly, and quipped, "I know, right!". Then she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and got out of the car, calling after me to, "Come on honey", as she excitedly began up the path to the club. I caught up to her a moment later, and she was still looking delighted as she looped her arm in mine, and said, "Shall we?".
Club might be a misleading term. After all, there was no band, no bar, heck, no alcohol allowed (consider how important consent is in a place where you can safely enact any fantasy, including a rape fantasy). The exterior was nondescript, and when you first entered, it was a small, plain white area with a little greeting table, a hostess stand, complete with hostess, was behind that, and a set of double doors with blacked-out windows were behind the stand.
Sitting at the table tonight was the woman who had been so keen to pretend she was my Aunt the night before. She greeted us warmly, and asked for our ID. Like before, the age difference or same last name didn't even merit a blink, since everyone thought we were a married couple playing at Mom and Son. This time though, knowing that in advance, my "Aunt" commented on how hot she thought the age difference was, since it meant that us being Mom and Son could have actually been possible. If she only knew... However, I was kind of sad to learn that the only play partner I'd had from the previous night (that I hadn't brought with me), was not going to be in the club tonight because she'd volunteered to work the door.
My "Aunt" took my Mom's hand for a moment, and told her that she had really been looking forward to spending some time with both of us, and in reply, Mom smiled back. Then, Mom told her that, while we lived pretty far away, and this weekend was spent, she would like that too; and then from her purse, Mom produced a business card that she tucked into the bra of my "Aunt". I uh... I did not know before that exact moment that my Mom was bi. Or that she had business cards that were just for hook-ups. Or that Mom and I would ever see any of these people ever again; and so just like that, my night was off to a hell of a start!
Mom and I both got our, over-18, stamp of approval, and soon we were through the doors and into the club proper. The club itself did have music, but not a live DJ or anything; just a nice sound system. The "main" room was very large, and consisted of a variety of "stations" where there was bondage equipment, such as crosses, cages, and tables for tying people down, that were meant for people to act out scenes or just have random bits of fun. Down the back of the room was an open door that led into an only slightly smaller room that was basically just an extension of the first. More stations, more room to play. To the right was a medium sized room that looked like it came from a house. It had couches and chairs all gathered around tables with bookshelves and other decor in the background. This was where Mom and I had started the night before, and it was where we headed now. Of course, off of that, a large room with no equipment, just a few couches and tables. And from there the club broke off into hallways and private rooms for people who needed beds or just wanted some privacy... usually the first one. People here tended to be over their shyness.
As we moved to a couch, my Mom, ever the social butterfly, started mingling with people. It was, honestly, a little surreal. See, people were dressed in every sexy way you can imagine. Corsets were very popular, but anything slutty, sexual, or seductive would do. In fact, many of those who had already started playing, or just enjoyed the attention, were already topless. Yet, amidst all that leather, lace, and slut-wear, Mom was somehow standing out.
We were no longer playing husband and wife, we were now playing a husband and wife who were playing Mother and Son. So, whenever Mom introduced us, she introduced herself as Misses (our last name), and then introduced me as her Son, and gave my first name along with it. At first, I was shocked that she was using our real names, since that was really abnormal, but, I quickly caught on that we'd used different names before, and so, this would just seem like a new, also made up name. The effect though, was that Mom was dressed exactly perfectly. She was wearing a simple, but pretty "housewife" dress, and amidst all the submissives, pain sluts, and dominant women with whips, she was shining; as exactly the object of lust that she'd set out to be.
That said, I was pretty sure the name thing was for my benefit, and, honestly, it was working. Before, we'd been pretending to be married so Mom could sneak off with someone and get laid in private. But now... Now I was watching Mom, dressed like Mom, just, kind of BEING Mom. She was using her normal tone of voice, calling me by my real name, and the whole time everyone who talked to her was calling her the exact thing that all my friends called her. It was unreal. And it didn't get any easier as the night went on. Because the longer we were there, the more playing and moaning could be seen and heard, and the more flirty Mom got with people.
There were a couple of times that guys came up to me, like the night before, and asked if they could, you know, "do stuff" with Mom, but this time she wasn't playing my wife. So both times it happened she shot them down with feigned shock, saying, "What a thing to ask a Son about his Mother. Honestly!" Then she would shoo them away, and tell them to go back to their seats and think about what they'd done. She did it with such good humor that no one seemed hurt or offended. In fact, both times, the guys laughed and hung their heads saying "Sorry Mrs. (our last name)", before heading back to their seats.
But, just like last time, there came a point where Mom was ready to stop talking, and start doing. At one point, she was talking with multiple guys, and they were hinting that several of them had been the ones who had gone into the back room before to pretend they were my horny friends. But now Mom wasn't shooting anyone down. She wasn't chiding anyone. If anything, she was flirting back pretty heavily. Then, everything changed on a dime.
One of the guys asked if she would be up for the same thing that happened last night, and in reply, Mom said, "Close... but not quite". Then Mom looked at me, and called me over to sit beside her. I had been sitting on a couch opposite her so I could try to look around the room and pretend I wasn't staring at her the whole time. Once I was beside her, Mom beckoned some of the people who'd been gathering around her, hoping for a chance to spend some time with her, to come a little closer. Then, with me right there, she told them; "I had a..." and then she paused, and gave a little shudder of pleasure that had me awkwardly adjusting the way I'd been sitting. "...simply wonderful time last night. I really did. But last night was only my Son's first time here, and he went from sitting with his Mom at a new place, to hearing you boys gang-banging me in the next room, with almost nothing in between. And, as PLEASURABLE as the experience was for me... I think we need to go slower this time. Or at least, start slower."
In our little corner of the club, everyone was holding their breath, and hanging on "Mrs. (our last name)'s" every word, myself included. "So..." She said, after a long, very dramatic pause. "This time I'd like to take some time to introduce him to what goes on here, just a little slower. That means," she said, turning to look at me and placing one hand on my knee. "... that he and I are going to go into the room TOGETHER this time; and I need some volunteers who are interested in playing the roles of his friends, and helping me to, SLOWLY... show him the kinds of things that a horny Mom can get up to here."
"So," she said, looking back at her little gathering of admirers. "If any of you think you can take instruction well, and play the game the way that we want to play it; Well..." Then Mom stood up, beckoned me to follow, and once I was on my feet she glanced over her shoulder at the gathered men and told them, "...feel free to follow".
I swear to all that is holy and unholy, that I had no idea any of that would happen! But then Mom took my hand and walked to one of the private rooms, and, god help me, I followed without question. I wasn't the only one either. At least 15 people, 12 of whom were guys, tried to cram into the room with us, but after the first five, Mom held up a hand to the chest of the 6th guy and stopped him, and by proxy, the line behind him. "Sorry dears, but, like I said, this is his first time seeing his Mother like this, so, this time, I'll be stopping at 5..." Then she gave a sexy little wink and added, "Next time however..." Then she blew a kiss, and closed the door to the sound of people groaning in frustration and disappointment.
The little room was a decent size, with a bed right in the middle of it. But, like my bedroom at home, a room being a good size, and a room comfortably fitting 6 grown men and my Mom, were not the same thing. Wherever Mom walked, people had to move out of her way, but no one seemed to mind. I was suddenly painfully aware that every pair of eyes was tracing up Mom's long legs and over her perfect ass as she walked away from us, towards the middle of the room. I was equally aware that when she turned around, and gave us a smile, that those same eyes kept moving back and forth between her lovely face, and her big tits.
To start, Mom reintroduced herself as Misses (our last name), reintroduced me as her Son, and gave my real first name, and then she informed the guys that she would be giving them their play names. And, as a couple of guys looked back at the door where almost a dozen other people had just been turned away per my Mom's requirements, no one seemed to have any problem with that. Then, of, fucking, course... She named each of them after a friend of mine. And not just that, but she did so in a way that told me she knew my friends better than I'd realized. By that I mean, she asked who could play the good boy, and then she asked which of them could play a pain in the ass who was always getting people into trouble, while never going too far. For each name she gave, she first took a volunteer so they were not only pretending to be one of my real friends, but they were doing so in a way that mirrored their personalities, at least a little bit, as well.
The guys had a good time debating over who was best for who, and they had a few laughs over moments like when two of the guys were trying to verbally compete for who should play "asshole friend". But eventually, they had their roles, and Mom and I had ours.
Mom came over to me and gave me a kiss on the forehead, which tipped my chin down some. Then she put a finger under my chin and lifted my gaze back up to her eyes before, in a very Motherly tone, saying, "let's start with some light visuals before things get crazy. Okay?" I uh, I wasn't honestly sure what that meant exactly, but I nodded like I did, and gave the okay anyway.
Mom then lifted her dress some so she could climb up on the bed without pinning herself. A couple of the guys tilted their heads, jokingly trying to peek up it, but when she caught them, she just laughed, made a playful, distinctly feminine noise, and quickly flashed everyone in the room. I didn't think that it was what she meant by "visuals" but whether it had been or not, I, and everyone else, now knew for a fact that Mom wasn't wearing any panties.
Once on the bed, Mom kneeled so that she was facing me and the guys, and then she called up the guy playing my best friend since childhood. He got up on the bed behind her, and she swept her long, beautiful hair up into her hands and held it up as she asked him to please unclasp her bra without taking her dress off.
At first, he fumbled. But after a minute of letting him struggle, Mom reached a hand back, and lifted her dress behind her. Then, in a sultry tone of voice that dripped with sex, she told him to go under. A moment later, his hands passed that gorgeous ass of hers, naked only to him, and he unclasped her bra. Once he was done, she instructed him to reach around, and remove it. But even as she spoke to him, she only had eyes for us, and we were transfixed.
He lifted her tits, and pulled the bra away, and the visual was divine. The lovely white dress had not done much to call attention to her skin before, but now that the darkness of her areola and nipples could clearly be seen, the whole thing seemed to suddenly be 100 times more sexual than it had been just a few minutes ago. She gave us a few moments to drink in this new sight. Then she gently addressed the guy behind her by his fake name, and asked him if he would like to play with her tits for a bit, and show the rest of the guys what that looked like.
He didn't hesitate, and a moment later my Mom let out her first moan of the evening as she looked between me and the other guys. We watched her tits get groped and played with under the fabric of the dress. Their size made it a hell of a show and I tried to not to join the guys who were already grabbing at their dicks just from watching the warm-up.
After a few minutes of watching her moan and purr as she got groped right in front of us, she called two more guys up onto the bed by name, and had them stand on either side of her. In between pleased sounds, she beckoned one down to her level and told him, "Kiss me". Their tongues intermingled, and, I swear to god, in the club behind us naked people wearing tiny scraps of leather were no doubt being whipped and fucked, but the hottest show in the whole club was just my Mom kissing a guy in that room!
She was lusty, and wanton, and her energy was intoxicating even just to watch. After a minute or two of making out with the first guy, she stopped the guy behind her and looked right at me to ask, "Does my dress still look good sweetie?" I gulped, but nodded and said yes. And when I did, she smiled and said, "Oh good..." then she looked at both of the guys standing beside her in turn and told them, "Take your cocks out".
A few seconds later my Mom had a dick bobbing on either side of her, yet, in a way, she was still fully dressed, and almost innocent looking. Like, if I'd taken a photo, and cropped out the guys, I probably could have posted it online without raising a fuss. Then Mom took a sledgehammer to that innocence when she addressed one of the two "friends" not on the bed, and asked him if he would "be a dear and show my Son where the lube is kept". I was then given the task of going to get the lube, and walking it back to my Mom. But when I tried to hand it to her, she smiled and told me to give it to the guy behind her. But she called him by the name of my friend, and when she did, I had to keep myself from groaning in pleasure for reasons I literally didn't even understand!
But, I handed him the lube, and once he had it, Mom ordered him to apply it "generously" to her tits, and make sure he got in between them, "thoroughly". So, we spent the next two minutes watching him lube up my Mother's tits from inside her dress! She moaned, and ground her hips down, and bit her lip as he blatantly spent way too much time on her nipples, and practically fist fucked her cleavage from beneath.
The guys on either side of her were having no trouble staying hard as we all watched it play out, which, it turns out, was a good thing. Because Mom brought an end to it by placing her hands on his and telling him, "That's enough of that". Then she made him say, "Yes Misses (our last name)" to boot. But just as he was starting to look dejected, my Mom called him by his "name" again, and told him, "I think you might like this next part. It is certainly a... unique opportunity for someone who likes large tits." She had his attention, and ours too, as we waited to see what would happen next.
Then, she asked him if he would please do his best to hold her tits up and together. After a second he pieced it together (well before I did), and he groaned in pleasure and bent forward a little before recovering, and putting his hands back up her dress. His hands were as slippery as my Mother's breasts were (there's a fucking sentence!), but he did his best to lift them and push them together. Which was an amazing visual, but I was failing to see how that was a rare experience for someone who loved big boobs. Then Mom shot me a wink before looking up at the friend who'd been kissing her and said, "Well? Don't you want to ask me permission to do something sweetie?" And a moment later he said, "Oh my god! Can I please fuck your tits Mrs. (our last name)?"
Mom smiled, and gave a little nod. Then he physically pushed his dick downward with one hand, stepped up to my Mom so he was almost literally on top of her, and he began to force the head of his dick down into her oiled up cleavage line. He went slowly at first, inch by inch. He was moaning, and groaning and complimenting her about how incredible it felt. After he had it all the way in, he looked like he was hyperventilating from the pleasure of it. Or desperately trying to not to cum! But after a minute, he started to pull out, and he didn't make it more than halfway out when he roughly slammed his cock back down again. He might have hissed between his teeth, but it was drowned out by the sound of the guy behind Mom blurting "Holy Fuck!" in pleasure. I only then realized that he was feeling, with his oiled up hands, a pair of big tits getting fucked and... yeah. That is probably not super common.
It went on like that for a while. The guy doing the fucking trying to find a rhythm, but always having to pull back and slow down because of how good it felt. Still, that didn't stop me from hearing his balls slapping into my Mom's tits, or watching the front of her dress start to soak with lube and cling to her body in an increasingly sexual way. After several minutes of the guy behind her and the guy to her right seeming to consistently be on the brink of orgasm, my Mom turned to me, and with her full, still red lips, she said, "Now... can anyone tell me how they think my Son's most impatient, most impetuous friend, would react to be invited to a gangbang, only to then end up standing beside me, and watching, untouched, for so long?" The guy playing that exact friend, standing on the other side of my Mom with his dick out and a look of frustration on his face grumbled, "Pretty sure I know". But Mom was still looking at me when she smiled and said, "I'll just bet you do... tell you what. Why don't you silently count to 30; and then you can show my Son how you think your character would react."
It was the longest 30 seconds ever. He just stood there, looking impatient, and desperate, and horny. The guy behind her was still holding her breasts in place, with the 3rd guy kept slowing down his downward pushes into her cleavage line. But everyone was glancing at "my most impatient friend", and waiting for the other shoe to drop. We all knew it was coming way in advance, and yet, when it happened, it was still somehow violent and sudden. One minute, Mom was looking back and forth between me, her audience, and the two guys on the bed she was giving attention to, and then, the guy who'd been standing to the right of my Mom just reached out and grabbed her head. He seized her by the hair as she was looking up at the guy between her breasts and encouraging him. He turned her towards him, and mid-sentence, he jammed his cock into her mouth. And when he did, my Mom moaned...
The guy with his dick still between her breasts said, "Dude! That's fucking rude!" But, the one playing my most dickish friend wasn't having it. "Don't give me that shit," he said. "She fucking wanted it!" The first guy tried to speak again, but he was cut off when the guy with his dick in Mother's mouth grabbed her head with both hands and started fucking her face even faster, saying, "Does she sound like she doesn't want it?"
In reply, Mom glanced over at me as best she could, and gave me eye contact. Her red lipstick was beginning to show signs of smearing as he fucked her pretty face, and, in reply to his words, she moaned loudly. Then she grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, reaching up with her other hand to seize control of the situation; and she began to give him the wettest, lewdest, sluttiest blowjob I'd ever seen!
Her attentions were devoted to the guy she was blowing, and so when she turned to face him more the other guys dick slid from between her cleavage and there wasn't much he could do about it. The guy behind her just started playing with her tits again, everything he was doing clearly visible through her now wet, and almost transparent dress. But the guy who'd fell out of her tits must have thought the whole thing looked as hot as I did, because instead of complaining he just started stroking himself as he stood beside my Mom and watched her give "my rude friend" the blowjob of a lifetime.
It was intense! She was vigorous and aggressive, and her mouth was a fountain of moans, slurps, whimpers, and desperate, greedy, needful noises! She used both hands and they somehow moved both swiftly, and deliberately. She alternated between stroking him in long, twisting motions as her hands followed her bobbing lips, and then pulling needily at his body with one hand, urging him closer, as she stroked, played with, and teased him, even pulling on and playing with his ball sack. It was utterly mesmerizing. But it didn't last long. In less than three minutes, he started begging her to slow down, and warning her to back off as he clenched, and shivered, and lost control by the second.
He started to yell that he was going to cum, and he acted like he was going to grab her head and fuck her face as he orgasmed; but she was already working him harder than he could keep up with. Instead he ended up grabbing her head, and twisting his hands in her hair like she was the only thing keeping him on his feet. He trembled unsteadily as he lost it, and Mom smiled with her eyes as she stared up at him. He was supposed to be the aggressor, but he looked like putty in her hands as he screamed in orgasm. He shuddered and bucked, as she sucked, swallowed, and stroked him mercilessly; until his balls had been emptied down my Mother's throat.
What had started with him seemingly taking control and face fucking her, had ended with her pushing him into and through an orgasm that seemed equal parts wonderful and utterly beyond his control. And when Mom pulled her lips off of him with a draining POP sound, his knees went weak, and he literally collapsed on the bed, shuddering in seeming exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure. Then she looked up at the ceiling, and over-dramatically swallowed. When she looked back to me, her lipstick was now properly smeared, and a small trickle of cum had run out of the corner of her mouth before she'd swallowed the, no doubt, massive load that had been there just moments before.
Mom looked... different. And I didn't just mean that her dress was clinging to her, that some guy was playing with very large tits, or that she had a trickle of cum running down her face. No, it was somehow even more than that. She had this, look.
Her smile was wicked, her eyes lustful, and hungry. She was looking at everyone like they were a meal and she was starving, and yet, she moved with a lazy grace that conveyed a power and understanding which fit perfectly with her "role-play". She turned her head and looked up at the guy still standing on the other side of her, who was slowly stroking his dick as he watched her.
But instead of moving towards him, she instead smiled at him, reached up to her breasts and wet her hand with the lube there, bumping into the hands of the breast fanatic behind her who was still playing her tits. Then, without looking back, she simply said, "Mommy's turn", and reached behind her. There was a brief pause, then she rolled her shoulder and her hand moved down.
The sudden moan from the guy behind her let everyone know that her hand had found its way into his pants, and he froze up and gripped her tits tightly as she worked his cock with her arm behind her back.
The guy to her side slowed his own stroking as he watched the show unfold, and we all found ourselves listening to the moans she was forcing from "the friend" behind her. She was quite the sight with her dress plastered to her body, and yet the most sexual act in the room was happening unseen, behind her. "What do you feel?" she asked, her voice lower, and far more sexual than before. "I feel your hand on..."- but before he could finish, she did something that made him hiss out his breath between his teeth and pay attention. "Don't tell me..." she said. Then, with his attention on her, she nodded in my direction, and looked at me as she finished, "... tell him."
"Oh Fuck!" He hissed under his breath, biting down on his lip and closing his eyes for a second. But as Mom looked right at me, her arm began moving again. Her hand engaging in a "pumping" motion behind her back as she stroked his cock while it was still in his pants and wedged between their bodies. At her coaxing, he seemed to regain a touch of control, and he joined Mom in looking at me as he told me, and everyone else there, "Your Mom's got her hand inside my pants, and she's-" Then he took another sharp, hissing intake of breath, and gave some muttered "fucks", before he could continue. "Fuck bro! Your Mother's hand is stroking my cock so good!"
At that, Mom moaned. But she didn't take her eyes off of me. She was slowly moving up and down with the stroking, like she was riding some invisible guy as she stroked off the person behind her, and I got the distinct impression that she was very deliberately putting on a show for me. "Tell him how it feels", she encouraged. And like he was struggling to breathe, he managed to say, "Oh god Mrs. (our last name), your hand feels so good." She stopped again, and after what seemed like a second for us, and what probably seemed like an eternity of agony for the person in her hands, he corrected himself, half-yelling in an effort to say it and make her start again; "I mean his Mom's, Your Mom's hand feels so good!"
A second later, she was very obviously stroking again, and she just kept pumping him for more information as she went. "Would you say it feels good enough to be professional?" And he did his best to answer with an emphatic yes. "And what would that make me?" She asked him. He struggled for a bit, and she seemed to be holding him, perpetually, on the edge of his own orgasm, as she teased him, tugged on him, and made him struggle to think of ways he could answer her, but actually phrase it like he was answering me.
She teased him a bit more, trying to guide him towards saying something specific that he couldn't quite figure out. But at a certain point, he apparently lost it, and basically begged her not to stop by saying every filthy thing he could think of in a long steady stream. He went from answering her questions in short, clipped answers, to just trying to guess at what she wanted from him. So, seemingly unprompted, he just started saying, "Your Mom is as good as the best whore in the whole damn state. No, better! Her hands are so skilled she must have handled hundreds of cocks! Oh god it feels so good! She's stroking me so good! And she was letting me squeeze her huge tits while that guy fucked them, and then she was sucking that guy off right in front of me! Shit! Your Mom IS a whore! Your Mother is the best, most skilled, nastiest fucking whore and I want her to make me cum so bad!"
At that point Mom, grinning from ear to ear and, looking at me like, "do you believe the mouth on this kid?!", then silenced him by turning towards him and pressing her mouth into his his. After a long, forceful, lusty kiss, he came up gasping for air, and Mom turned to the side so that she was side profile to everyone in the room except the guy who'd been tit-fucking her, as he was now positioned behind her. She then told the guy she'd been stroking to, quickly, stand up in front of her. The moment he was looking down at her, she smiled at him like he earned it, and said, "Well. I think we both know where you want to put that load. So..." Then she squeezed her breasts, pushing them together, and up towards him.
Within seconds he was screaming the word fuck, and talking about how he was going to blow his load all over my Mother's tits. He went on and on about how beautiful and amazing they were, and how he was cumming all over them as he quickly stroked himself to orgasm, and kept on cumming for quite some time. He shot blast after blast of cum onto her tits. In reply, Mom just smiled, moaned, and purred about what a good boy he was being; as she assured him that she loved how his hot cum felt on her skin.
When he was finished Mom had cum all over her tits and splashed randomly along the front of her dress. She gave him a moment to recover, and then directed him to get off the bed and stand somewhere out of the way. Then she told the guy behind her, who was already covered in baby oil and had been ready to cum for a long time now, to cum around and stand in front of her. With only two other guys in the room (besides me) who hadn't cum yet, she told one to get up on the bed behind her, and had the other stand behind the guy whose dick was covered in baby oil. He looked confused at her directions for a second, but Mom turned her head and gave me a playful wink as she explained that he was forming a queue. He was basically standing in line for a turn to fuck my Mom.
When the first guy, the guy playing my best friend stood in front of Mom (she was still kneeling from when she'd had the last guy jerk off onto her tits), she reached for him gently. The moment her hand gripped him, he closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and seemed to be struggling not to cum immediately. "Poor baby", Mom cooed sympathetically. "I've really kept you waiting, haven't I?" He seemed like he was going to speak, but still in that, "Oh fuck I'm trying so hard not to cum right now" state of mind, he just nodded hard. His eyes were still closed, and everything from his clenched hands to his set jaw screamed about how desperately he was trying not to cum yet.
"Well," Mom said. "I tell you what. I know from experience that a lot of the guys who like playing this kind of game don't like it so much because it is someone else's Mom... they like it because they kind of wish it was their Mom too. Is that you honey?" She asked gently. Do you like this because I'm HIS Mom," she said gesturing towards me with her a tilt of her head, but leaving her hand gripped around his throbbing cock. "Or because you wish I was YOUR Mom?" None of us knew what he would say, and he was clearly struggling, just, so bad. But after a minute of seeming to try to work up the energy to answer. He just ended up nodding vigorously and said, "Yes!" Mom got this gentle, pitying look, and said, "Oh then honey. I'll make this easy for you... Would you like to cum on your Mommy?"He started nodding then, but it was too fast, too intense. Then he was kind of crumpling in on himself and swearing. He announced, to no one's surprise, that he was cumming, and Mom took that as a yes. She started jerking him hard and fast, and ordered him to open his eyes, and look at the mess his friend had made of his Mother's pretty dress. And when he put his hands on her shoulders and let his orgasm out with a scream, she again insisted that he open his eyes and look at her. But, instead of doing what she did before and talk about how much she loved it, or wanted it. She went a totally different direction, and instead she asked him if he was really going to shoot his cum all over his own Mother's face. She told him he was "cumming on Mommy!" in front of his friends, and accusingly, she asked him if he was going to watch them "double team Mommy" while he watched when he was finished cumming on her.
I don't know how Mom read people, but apparently that was everything he'd ever wanted to hear and his legs shook and trembled as he came on my Mother's face, and screamed with pleasure until his voice was raw and he practically curled up in a ball of post orgasm bliss on the bed when he was done.
Mom smiled down at him, for a few seconds. But then she gave his ass a slap, and told him he needed to go stand with his other friends. Then, as he did as she'd told him, Mom looked at me again. She was still at that side profile, with me sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, and her in the middle of it facing the sides. But this time when she looked at me, she had cum on her face. My MOM, had cum all over her face, and all over her tits, and all over her dress as it clung to her body with baby oil, cum, and sweat! Then, with a truly disturbing amount of flirty anticipation sparkling in her eyes, she loudly said, "Next", and got down onto her hands and knees.
For a moment, the guys on either side of her, now facing her mouth and her pussy respectively, seemed to be waiting for instructions. Mom had been so in control the whole time, that it seemed like it was backfiring a little. But she took it in stride. From the bed she asked me, "He kiddo, do you know what a spit-roast is? Do you think (then she named the two friends that the last two guys standing were role-playing as) know what what one is?" Then her attention switched from me to them, as she asked. "What do you two think? Do you think a couple of horny teenagers such as yourself would know what to do with your friends Mom... if she did this?" Then Mom glanced over her shoulder, and spread her knees apart; before looking at the guy in front of her, and with smeared make-up, and a face full of cum, she closed her eyes, licked her lips, and opened her mouth wide.
After that, they didn't hesitate. They were both on the bed and inside of her so quickly and so deeply, that for a second it looked like, if they'd stood up, they would actually be able to hang my Mother's body between them, speared from both ends by a giant cock. For everything before that, Mom had been in control, that was over now.
The two men stuffed their cocks into her body, and then started fucking her from both ends like they were going to jackhammer her until they somehow met in the middle. My Mom was screaming, and moaning, and whimpering, but only ever with her mouth packed full as neither of the two men let up for a moment. All the role-play and dialogue went out the window, as they went full savage and just, used my Mother's beautiful body as a cock sleeve. Her whole body shook, and bounced, and was jerked around as they quickened and slowed their pace however they damn well pleased until the one in front of her pulled his cock out of her mouth abruptly and she gasped for air. The cum came out of her mouth and his dick like they both needed a "contents under pressure warning", and Mom seemed to giving all of her attention exclusively to the hard fucking she was getting, even as cum poured out of her mouth, and the guy in front of her erupted all over her face like he hadn't cum in a year.
All of Mom's pretty dialogue and controlled words were gone as she just gutturally screamed for the guy behind her to fuck her, and giver it to her harder, even as he slammed her cunt as hard as he could.
His face was red, his muscles were corded, and the two of them looked like they were going to break the bed at any moment. Then he screamed that he was cumming too, and pulled out, flipped Mom over like she weighed nothing, and quickly crawled up to her face so he could ass his cum to the ever growing deluge that was already covering her face and hair.
It was the roughest, hardest, most intense thing I'd ever seen, in or out of porn. I think I might have actually said so out loud too, because Mom glanced over at me, completely out of breath, and managed enough air to ask if I was okay. Which, wow. I said yeah. I mean... fuck! I wasn't the one who just got done taking on five guys.
With the "scene" over, the guys were still calling my Mom, "Mrs. (our last name)", and it took me a minute to remember that they weren't role playing, that was what she'd actually introduced herself as this time. Even with the scene over, the only thing that changed was their names, they still referred to her as my Mom, and called me by name.
They asked about aftercare, got cleaned up, offered to help Mom and I clean up, and some of them even thanked me for "letting them use my Mother like that". Like, they meant it sincerely, like I'd shared my ice cream. It was oddly intense. Throughout it all though, as Mom laughed and talked, and got cleaned up, the one guy who'd been playing my asshole-friend, kept whispering something to Mom, and he seemed a little upset about it. Mom's face didn't look pleased either. I didn't think he was harassing her or anything, I just suspected that whatever he was saying, she was disagreeing with, and they were having a sort of mini-conversation about it as she stripped, wiped herself down with baby wipes, dried off, and got dressed again in, yet another copy of the "graduation dress" that she'd somehow fit inside of her purse!
We left the room, and I still hadn't cum yet. I honestly didn't think Mom was trying to be mean or anything. The thing was, last night, she'd compared me to my Dad and talked about some of the kinks she suspected that we'd had in common. So, no matter how I actually felt right in that moment, I think Mom was sort of on auto-pilot, and treating me like she would my Dad. Which is to say, as far as she was concerned, tonight her job was to tease me to my breaking point. The problem with that being, that I truly felt like I was already there!
It didn't get any easier as the night went on. Mom made new friends fast. Some guy came up to us while we were talking, and I guess Mom must have known him from the night before because he greeted her with a kiss on lips, and when he pulled her closer and slipped his tongue into her mouth, she slipped her hand down the front of his pants and had him groaning and trembling before they'd even finished their "hello's". In what seemed like it would be a really awkward follow up, he then introduced us to his wife, who'd been standing behind and to the left of him the whole time.
She was hot. She was a blonde, average height before the heeled boots, with her hair done up. Her firm but smart style was added to by prim-looking silver glasses that gave her a kind of teacher or librarian look, and her very tightly fitting outfit consisting of a button up white shirt, a black skirt, and knee-high leather boots only added to the whole naughty-teacher vibe that she seemed to be shooting for... and hitting. When she was introduced to us, Mom gave our names for the evening, and in reply, she smiled back and commented that it was, "So nice to meet another Mom amidst all these horny young boys."
Her eyes were eating up Mom's appearance, and lingering everywhere that her husband's had, just moments before. In reply, Mom's tone and demeanor shifted slightly, and she replied that she couldn't agree more, before offering the her arm to the woman, who was going by Mrs. Jones for the evening. Mom and Mrs. Jones then led us to a spot in the corner with some comfy looking couches, and Mr. Jones and I were relegated to the sidelines for a bit as they chatted, flirted, and seemed to get progressively more handsy with one another.
I didn't know what to say... Were we being insulted? Was this some sort of punishment? Should we be mad that we'd been put on the sidelines. I didn't want to ask and sound dumb, but as Mom and Mrs. Jones's touches went from friendly flirting to all out groping and Mrs. Jones practically crawled into Mom's lap so they could make out, I turned towards the husband of the woman whose tongue was down my Mother's throat to try to get some answers. Fortunately, I didn't have to reveal my ignorance, as the man's tongue was practically hanging out of his head as he watched them go at it with blatant, voyeuristic lust. So, yeah. This was apparently what he'd set out to achieve.
For my part, I now found myself sitting with a guy nearer to my Dad's age than my own as we watched his wife and my Mom make out with one another for 30 minutes. It was beyond hot. There were two, gorgeous women not 5 feet from me making out passionately as they gripped and squeezed one another in every provocative place they could reach. They were both moaning, licking, biting, and smiling at one another as they progressed, and just... fuck. I kept glancing at the woman's husband to see if it was okay to masturbate, or if we were supposed to join in, but he just touched himself through his clothes and enjoyed the show, so I tried to follow suit.
I was red in the face, and feeling more than a little warm as I watched these two goddesses go at it. I was honestly wondering how long they would go and how long I would be able to keep myself from masturbating to it all when Mom grabbed the woman by her hair and pulled her face away with a lusty moan of approval. Then Mom looked at me, and the woman's husband pointedly, before using the woman's hair as a means to guide to a kneeling position in front of my Mother.
While almost everyone we'd talked to up to that point had seemed VERY into the fact that Mom and I were "role-playing" as Mother and Son, Mrs. Jones didn't seem to give a shit. She only had eyes for Mom at the moment, and as soon as Mom released her head, and began to slide her dress up to give Mrs. Jones access, she was licking her lips with anticipation and chomping at the proverbial bit to gain access to what was underneath. The moment Mom had the dress high enough, Mrs. Jones slipped under and up the rest of it without so much as a glance towards me OR her husband.
Her head disappeared up into Mom's dress, and a second later Mom moaned and threw her head back, her hands finding the back of Mrs. Jones's head through the dress and pushing her face deeper in. Both women were still fully clothed, and yet they were putting off more heat and more sexual energy than half the fully naked women who were being tied up and played with all around us at that very moment. I was starting to notice just how insane zone of privacy at the sex club could be. Like, we were surrounded by people having sex, and couldn't see any of them, because we were too focused on what was happening right in front of us. But if we'd been about watching, they would have somehow seemed to be putting on a show just for us!
As for Mr. Jones and I, we went from watching his wife and my Mother making out for 30 minutes straight, to watching my Mom moan and writhe and reach under her dress to play with her very large tits and pinch her very responsive nipples for 30 minutes, while his wife could be heard licking, slurping, and moaning right along, from underneath Mom's dress. It was mesmerizing. For some reason, only being able to see half the action made it hotter, like it was more forbidden somehow, and we were seeing something we weren't supposed to. For my part, the moment I had that thought, I immediately thought of catching a glimpse of my Mom sitting on the couch at home, looking the same, and not knowing that some beautiful woman was hiding, unseen, under Mom's dress and giving her pussy all the attention it could handle.
But of course, the woman under Mom's dress was not anonymous, and I actually found myself lusting after someone beside my Mother for the first time since the very end of the previous night. Don't get me wrong, my Mom was putting on one fucking hell of a show!!! But, she wasn't the only one on display, and while Mrs. Jones's face was hidden, there was still an awful lot of her that very much wasn't.
We were sitting so that Mom was in the chair across from mine, and Mr. Jones was in the couch to the side, connecting both chairs into an area. The effect was that, when Mom wasn't actively trying to look at Mr. Jones so he could enjoy the show, she was, by default, looking right at me; and that wasn't all. Mrs. Jones may have been giving my Mother all her attention, but knowingly or not, she was still giving me quite the show!
Her knee-high, heeled boots were pointing my way. Her skirt was quickly pulled up by her husband so that it was clear to anyone looking that she wasn't wearing any panties, and her hands were very clearly reaching up into her own top and back to her own pussy from time to time. And when they did, she was quick to spread those wet and inviting lips, I was guessing for her husband's benefit.
But after she'd brought my Mom to an incense, wonderful to behold orgasm, she came out from under the dress with a big ol' grin, wiped her face clean with the back of her hand, and licked the hand clean before leaning in to give mouth an intense and noisy kiss. Afterwards, she whispered something into my Mother's ear, and whatever it was made Mom laugh before she pulled back her head and nodded her approval.
Then, apparently with my Mother's permission, Mrs. Jones shot her husband a quick wink, and then turned all of her attention towards me. She closed the distance between us with a sensual sway to her hips, and as she did, I couldn't help but notice that her husband had taken this as his queue that it was suddenly okay to masturbate. But I didn't have time to think about that, since once moment I was watching this hot, sexual, naughty-teacher figure as she licked my Mom to orgasm, and the next she was unzipping my fly and moaning as she grasped my cock and brought it out of my pants.
I'd been on edge for Sooooo long at that point, part of my just wanted her to stroke it hard and fast and finally give me some relief, but she had a slightly different plan in mind... At first, I was worried that I was about to seriously disappoint this woman, but she stood in front of me, and began to unbutton her shirt down to almost her navel. As she did, she informed me that she'd heard about what I'd watched my Mom do earlier, and realized that I must be right on the edge, and just dying to cum.
Then she took her bra off, and dropped it to the floor, giving me glimpses of her areola and nipple, but not a full view; as her shirt, still partially buttoned, managed to partially cling to the shape of her breasts. She held her bra out to the side and dramatically dropped it onto the floor where her husband could see, then, she reached down between her legs again, and played with her pussy some, making herself moan as she bent forward, and gripped my cock once more with her free hand. She looked like she was going to put in her mouth, but instead she just brought up to her lips, then, looking at her husband, she dragged it across her face with a moan, and concluded by giving it a wet, full lipped kiss on the head before standing back up.
I was dying, but I was also in heaven. That seemed to be a fucking theme lately, and I could see how people got addicted to this feeling of being on the edge of orgasm for what felt like hours or even days. Then she stepped forward so she was straddling my legs, and, reaching down to grip me once more, she leaned into me, and touched her lips to my ear. There she whispered, "You poor boy. You've really been teased to death lately, haven't you?" She gave pause, but, instead of letting me answer, she gave my cock a few gentle strokes and forced me to moan out in pleasure. She stopped so I could breathe again, and continued to whisper. "I know I'm not your Mom sweetie. But I've got a few things going for me too, don't you think?" She asked, teasing me, and in no way shape for form actually needing an answer. She proved it by rubbing the head of my cock against her warm, wet, and waiting slit; forcing more moans from me in place of answers that might have actually used words. "This ring isn't just for show, I really am a wife... This outfit isn't just for show, I really am a teacher... and my words aren't just for show, I really am a Mom. So young man, here's a little confession from me. I've always wanted to bring a few of my students, boys your age, home from school one day, and have my husband watch me turn them into men. Now, obviously... I can't do that. But if you could see your way to calling me Mrs. Jones, REALLY loudly, and cumming inside of me, REALLY loudly, then I would be owe so happy to let you fuck THIS Mommy's cunt to your handsome little hearts content."
Then she lifted herself slightly, and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy before asking me, in the gentlest of whispers, "Deal?". And I knew, from my experiences these last few days, that there was only 1 possible correct answer. So, more than loud enough for her husband to hear, I half answered , half moaned out, "Yes Mrs. Jones!", and a second later, I was rewarded with the feeling of a hot, tight little pussy swallowing me up as she thrust her hips downward with a moan, and set about her task of making me cum inside of her while Mr. Jones watched.
I honestly thought I would cum two pumps in, but I was in that weird zone where I felt like I was almost too turned on to cum. Mrs. Jones rode me, bouncing in my lap as she looked over her shoulder at her husband and described how good it felt to have my dick thrusting up inside of her. She told him how big I was, and how hard I was, and how young I was; and endlessly talked about how good her cunt felt felt getting spread open by me. She liked that word, she never said pussy. She said her tight little cunt, her slutty cunt, and her dirty cunt, but never her pussy. Whatever she called it, it felt amazing! My eyes were rolled back into my head less than 30 seconds in, and 5 minutes later she was still going strong. Riding me hard, giving her husband an endless stream of filthy dialogue about what her "naughty student" was doing to her, and playing with her tits so aggressively that her nipples looked like they were in actual fucking danger.
I was doing pretty great, and Mrs. Jones was letting us all know that she was about to cum, but I knew I wouldn't be lasting much longer when a familiar voice spoke up from right beside me. "Oh my goodness," Mom purred. "Mrs. Jones, do all of your parent teacher talks end like this?" The sound of Mom's voice snapped my eyes back open, and somehow made my cock even harder than it already was. Her words, on the other hand, drove Mrs. Jones over the edge, and as she began bounced rapidly in my lap and screamed out her orgasm, she also made sure to validate what Mom had said. Assuring her husband that all of her encounters with students and parents ended in EXACTLY this way. That did it for him, and soon he was cumming right along with her.
I would have loved to believe that I was going to be able to make my partner cum twice, but I knew that was bullshit as soon I saw the smile that Mom was giving me. Then Mom moved her face across mine, so that she was whispering in the ear opposite to the side she was on, and as she did so, she slid a hand up under my shirt and across my skin with a gentle caress. Into my ear she whispered, "If only all your teachers were like this one, you and I might have had a lot more fun during your senior year", she teased. "Now baby, you know how important grades are to Mommy. So I think you should do what your teacher said, and..." Then she paused, musing, "How did she put it?" But a beat later she gave my earlobe a teasing flick of her tongue, as she recalled, "Oh yes... Cum all over the inside of her slut, cunt."
Hearing my Mom talk like that, and purr seductively into my ear as she teased her fingertips along my skin was too much. I mean, FUCK, I already had a hot milf-teacher riding my cock for all she was worth; I seriously didn't need any help getting to orgasm. But Mom was determined to do exactly that, and of all the filthy, depraved, and amazing things that I had seen and participated in that day, what drove me over the edge was just her saying, "Now come here and give your Mother a REAL kiss", as she lifted her hand to my chin, turned my face towards her, and poured her tongue into my mouth with a kiss so passionate that I could honestly picture her making someone cum from that and nothing else.
Her kiss, of all things, drove me completely over the edge, and I tried to pull my mouth away to scream a warning, but I was being actively nailed to the chair I was sitting in by Mrs. Jones's greedy hips, and Mom held my head between her hands and refused to relent in her kiss. So I just started moaning, and half screaming into Mom's mouth as she moaned back, and gave little assuring "yes" and "uh huh" noises right back to me. I could vaguely hear Mrs. Jones screaming that I was cumming inside of her, and I sure as shit felt it when she doubled down and began slamming her hips down even harder than before as she tried to coax every last drop of cum out of me, and into her!
It was rough, and wild, and passionate, and intense, and utterly fucking incredible! By the time Mom let go of my face and let me fall back onto the chair, everyone involved was flushed, panting, and shuddering with post-release bliss. It had been so intense, that I couldn't have imagined any other set-up that might have provided anywhere near that level of, just, WOW. But then, Mom was, of course, more experienced than me; and had devised yet another way to surprise the hell out of me that night. When we were all done, and all cleaned up, the couple went to go on their merry way; but Mom stopped them and invited them back to some seat for a little more conversation.
As we sat down, Mom took out another one of those cards that she had produced for the check-in girl earlier, and, showing it to me, she asked me with a whisper if I would like her to give Mrs. Jones one, and maybe do something with her and her husband again later. Now, if I'd thought about it at all, I would have realized that this was the last day of our little trip, and we wouldn't have time to do this again. There was just no way. But thinking wasn't my strong suit at that moment, and so I just nodded and gave her the hell yes that a proposal like that deserved!
Then, to my complete and total shock, she handed the card over, and explained to Mrs. Jones that her husband (she meant me) had a lot of friends that were not in the kink community, but might be open to giving aspects of it a try.
The statement left me stunned, but seemed to peak the interest of Mr and Mrs. Jones who leaned in a bit, waiting to hear more. "I would need to talk to them, of course; but they are all about," and she used air quotes and a wink as she said, "...My Son's age." That got grins from both of them. "So," Mom continued. "I couldn't help but think that, if they were interested, and I'm pretty sure they would be," Mom said, looking over her shoulder at me and giving me a little wink. And, yeah, I was pretty sure that no matter what she was about to say, if it involved sex and Mrs. Jones, they answer would definitely be yes!
Mom continued, "If they were interested, then maybe we could all get together, and put a little 'class' together. Hmm?" Mrs. Jones looked like she wanted to cum again, and Mr. Jones was so excited he was sweating. For my part, I had no idea what was going on. I mean, yeah, of course they would want that! But, how much would we have to tell them to get them there, and what if Mrs. Jones blabbed about the stuff Mom and I had done already!?!
Mr. and Mrs Jones whispered quietly to one another for a moment, and then Mrs. Jones tucked Mom's card into her bra before asking, "What do you have in mind? How do you see that working or playing out?" Honestly, she seemed a little breathy, but everyone involved seemed to think this idea was just the hottest thing they'd ever heard. Except for me of course, I was more worried about all the potential consequences. Then Mom dropped another bomb on me.
"Something simple of course. It will be their first time doing a scene, I'm pretty sure. So, we agree to a club, get some space for it, and then have you teach them for a little bit while your husband, as well as my Son and I, watch. Then, naturally, one thing leads to another, and you end up seducing the poor little dears, and convincing them to gangbang their hot, slutty teacher." And, as Mom described it, I got to see what it must have looked like the first time I realized that I had the hots for my Mom; because the Jones's were blatantly having their greatest fantasy revealed to them in real-time, and they both kept looking at one another like they weren't sure if they should fuck, masturbate, or just explode right there on the spot.
Mrs. Jones was nodding, fiercely, that she approved. But Mom wasn't done. "Then..." she teased, putting a hand on my knee, and looking back at me. "Then, I was thinking, that maybe Mrs (our last name) could walk in..." and as she said it, she was looking right at me, and I felt like all the blood drained from my body. WHAT!?!? But Mom just smiled, gave one of those winks of hers, and kept going. "...So, then I walk in, looking for my Son, who of course, isn't there yet. But, instead I find his teacher, my good friend Mrs. Jones, practically bathed in cum. And I say something along the lines of, I wish I'd gotten there sooner, so I could have played too."
Mom looked at me again, and asked, "What do you think sweetie? You know them best. I mean, I AM your Mother. But still, do you think they'd go for that anyway?" I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't. I'd cum less than 10 minutes ago, and I was hard as a rock and throbbing for reasons I didn't much want to explore at that moment. I tried to answer a few more times, and failed. But eventually, I remember the way that Mom had made me answer several questions over the last few days, and I managed to get out the words, "Yes Mom."
In reply, Mom gave a knowing grin, and looked back to the happy couple. "Well then," Mom said. "In that case, that is when I would seduce them too, and your husband could sit with my Son while they watch his friends gangbang his Mommy. Only fair, after all, since he would have watched them go to town on his wife; don't you agree?" Mr and Mrs. Jones were all too thrilled to agree. "Then," Mom said, reaching out and gently stroking her fingers down Mrs. Jones cheeks, "after my Son's friends have finished absolutely destroying us." And as she said it, Mrs. Jones shuddered in reply. "I think we should drop them all off at some place agreeable, take our men back to a hotel somewhere, and give them a proper ending to the evening."
Mr. and Mrs. Jones were already nodding, but Mom still added, "Or, you know, we could make a weekend of it? Maybe keep the boys around for an extra day, and have more group themed fun. Either way, I think the first part alone is worth exploring." Then she abruptly turned to me and put her hand on my leg again, reassuringly saying, "IF, of course, my Son and his friends all agree, and want to play."
Mom had them, hell, all of us, in the palm of her hand. I don't think even she had expected a conversation like this tonight, but there we all were. They agreed, we promised to call and let them know how talking to my friends went sometime next week, and they left the club for the night just as happy as you've ever seen two people be.
As for Mom and I, we weren't quite done yet. It was our last night, and the evening was wrapping up, but whether I was ready for it or not, Mom still had one more thing planned for our evening...
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