Chapter 01.1
All characters in this work of fiction are over the age of 18.
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My name is David and my life changed two months ago in a grocery story. I'm a senior at the local high school and I'd just finished the first week of football practice when my world went in an entirely different direction. Before I get to the good part, let me first tell you about me and my family.
I'm the oldest of three kids and live with my parents and my younger sisters in the suburbs of Houston. Dad works for an energy company and mom works as a consultant for a technology firm. My younger sisters are 17 and 14, while my parents are in the early 40s. We are the stereotypical American family, minus the dog.
When dad is not working as an engineer, he is either watching sports talking about sports or military history. When I turned 18 several months ago, my parents bought me a used pickup truck. Dad went on and on about me becoming a man on my birthday. He even went as far as making me drive down to the local post office to register for the military draft. Along the way he recounted tales of our distant relatives who served in the military dating back to the time of the Civil War.
As a technology consultant, mom works from home. This allows her to be active in the PTA and shuttle my youngest sister to sports and dance class. Prior to getting my driver's license, mom was the full-time chauffeur for football and baseball. Like my father, she too loves sports. Not only did she play in high school, she was recruited to play in college. As an outfielder on a Division 1 softball team, mom excelled as a student athlete. Her love of sports and working out carried over into married life. Most days she finds time in her busy schedule to go to the gym.
We are the perfect family. I've never heard my parents fight. Mom always has a batch of cookies ready for the next PTA meeting and dad is always volunteering at my school. Discipline in our house is a scolding, rather than a beating. There is not a day that goes by without one or both of our parents telling us three kids that we are loved and valued.
So, a little about me. As I said, I'm a senior in high school and a two-sport athlete. I am working on applying to colleges to study something, but I'm not quite sure what yet. I'm on and off dating a varsity soccer player named Becky. We have a good relationship, but we are both focused on our respective sports and applying to college. At times we will cancel dates because something came up and we are comfortable enough in our relationship to give each other space. Becky wasn't the first girl I had sex with, but we've done it enough to know that we are starting to get comfortable with our sexual abilities.
So back to the afternoon in the grocery store. It was Friday and I'd just finished football practice and stopped off at the local store. After two hours of afternoon football drills, hunger pains bellowed out of my belly like a semi-truck barreling down the highway. I walked into the chip aisle, having already grabbed a sports drink. I wanted a bag of nacho cheese chips because they are loaded with sodium, which I had sweated out a lot of in the hot Texas sun during practice.
That's when, as I turned the corner and started down the aisle — I saw her.
She was in her 30s and was dressed in a skirt that stopped just above the knees of her long legs. A fitted blouse hid what I assumed were a large pair of breasts. Her light brown hair was shoulder length and accented her thin frame.
She smiled at me and I could feel myself blush as I smiled back. Yes, she was almost as old as my mother, but that didn't mean that I wasn't attracted to her. She continued to smile at me as I grabbed a bag of chips. "Excuse me. Could I get your help please?" The beautiful woman was speaking to me.
"Yes, Ma'am."
She asked if I would grab her a bag of chips from the top row. I had watched as she tried, her fingers just missing by a few inches. I told her that I'd be happy to help, grabbing the bag and handing it to her.
"Thank you." She smiled warmly at me, showing a set of pearly white teeth.
"You're welcome, Ma'am."
"Well aren't you the sweetest thing. Your mamma taught you some manners." Her southern voice rang through my head as I looked down at the tops of her large breast poking out from her blouse. "Do you go to high school around here? I see you are wearing a football jersey." She smiled again, this time showing even more teeth.
I told her that I did and that we'd just finished practicing. I was about to turn when she asked me what positioned I played on the team. This started a conversation about football and about high school in general. Her accent rang through my ears, down my spine and started to take root in my cock. I could feel my dick getting harder as I looked at her breasts. At one point she caught me looking and just smiled.
A hand touched my arm, her red nails scraping over the blond hair of my arms. She asked me if I had a game tonight and I told her no. School and football games didn't start for another week. She was only a foot away, looking up at me with hazel eyes. It was as if electricity was flowing through her nails straight to my dick. I don't think I'd ever been that hard in my life.
"Well, if you don't have anything to do tonight, I have an offer for you." She pulled a four-inch wide card from her purse and handed it to me.
I looked at the cream-colored card with black writing on it. It had an address printed on it and a time. I was confident the address was on the other side of town, but I wasn't exactly certain where. "What is this?" I asked.
"It's an invitation," she said, "if you're brave enough to accept it. Just follow the instructions on the back of the card."
I was about to turn it over when she got up on the tips of her toes and kissed the side of my face. I just about blew my load right there in aisle eight of the grocery store.
"See you tonight, stud...and don't be late." With that, the mystery woman walked away.
I must have stood there for at least a minute holding the invitation. It was only when a mother with two kids asked me to move out of the way that the trance of the older woman was broken.
I turned the card over and read the directions I was to follow. The card said to arrive at the address before nine that evening. It instructed the bearer to show it to the person at the counter and then proceed to a number, and below that, printed in red font, was the number eighteen.
I could feel my dick getting even harder and had enough sense to know that the woman and her two kids might see the tent in my shorts. I looked down at the tent in my shorts and decided that it might be a good idea to cover my crotch with the shopping basket as I walked to the checkout kiosk.
The entire drive back to my house, all I could think about was the woman from the grocery store. I was 90% certain that the card was an invitation to have sex with her, or at least that's what I hoped. Fifteen minutes later I pulled into my driveway, still half hard from thinking about the woman and the possibilities for later this evening.
That's when it hit me — I had to come up with an excuse to leave the house. I couldn't use my girlfriend as an excuse because my parents knew she was visiting her grandparents in Dallas for the weekend. I figured that I'd come up with a lie when the time came to leave.
Ella and Jamie, my sisters, were on the couch watching a reality show when I walked into the house. I asked my sisters about our parents. My oldest sister Ella looked at me long enough to answer my question, "Mom just got done working and is getting ready to go to the gym. Dad is still at work."
Just then mom came down the stairs dressed in her yoga shorts and sports bra. She pulled a tank top over her head as she said hello and asked how football practice was.
"Practice was good, Mom. The coach says that I will likely start at linebacker this year." I watched as she reached into the cabinet to grab a water bottle. I couldn't help it, as she got up on her tiptoes to reach the bottle, I checked out my own mother. It must have been the lingering aftereffects of my encounter with the woman at the grocery store. For a split second, I deemed my mother fuckable.
I hate to admit it, but my mom and sisters are hot. My mom and oldest sister are each blonde, athletic, and blessed with long legs and tight asses. The teasing from my friends about them has gone on for years. Up until this moment I've never really considered my mom to be fuckable, but the damn woman from the grocery story was messing with my mind.
Quickly, I pushed those thoughts out of my mind and cringed that I even considered my mother as a sex object.
My mother pulled the bottle out of the cabinet and filled it with filtered water from the refrigerator. In another minute she was walking out of the front door, telling us that she will be home in time to make dinner.
I grabbed my sports drink and chips and headed up to my room. I still had one more week until school officially started, so I decided that I'd spend the afternoon playing my game console. I started playing a group game with some online friends. I was into the game, but my attention kept diverting to the card.
I hadn't quite decided if I was going to accept the invitation when my Dad popped his head into my room. "Hey, David." My dad looked like he'd just returned from work.
"Hi, Dad," I replied
"Your mom says that dinner will be ready in a few minutes. She ordered pizza," Dad said before closing my bedroom door.
I hadn't realized how long I'd been playing the game and contemplating my invitation. It was a little after five when I came downstairs to find my family sitting at the table, digging into the two pizzas. The conversation started with Dad asking me how practice went. I told him what the coach had told me about starting as linebacker and his face lit up like the sun.
My sisters talked about their days, which were primarily spent in the backyard by our pool. My youngest sister started rambling about one of her friends and the boy that she likes and how she was going to invite the two of them over tomorrow to play in the pool. As I looked around the table, almost everyone rolled their eyes at the same time as my youngest sister droned on and on about her best friend.
My parents described their days, which sounded pretty boring. My dad mentioned that he was going over to a coworker's house for a recurring poker game. My mother said that she too was meeting friends. "Are you really going to play Bunko this time...or are you going straight to Drunk-O?" My dad smiled at mom.
She and her friends get together every couple of weeks to play this dice game called Bunko. She tried to explain it to me once, but I lost interest after a few minutes and tuned her out. Dad likes to tease her that the game is just an excuse for women to get together to drink. "I'm going to do about as much drinking as you will at your poker game." My mother shot my father a warm smile and stuck out her tongue at him.
"So, what are you kids doing tonight?" Dad looked at me and then my sisters. My sisters each said something about hanging out with their friends.
My throat tightened as my father looked at me. "I think I'm going to text Evan to see about hanging out. We might play video games at his house." I looked at my mom and dad confidently.
I took a bite of pizza and nodded at my parents. My dick was getting stiffer as I contemplated going to the address on the invitation.
Dinner lasted about thirty more minutes as my parents talked about their weekend plans. My dad mentioned wanting to go to a baseball game on Saturday and wondered if I might be interested in going. My mother on the other hand said that the PTA president was coming over to the house tomorrow to discuss a fund-raising drive.
After dinner I waited in my room, using the time to look up the address on the card. The place was about thirty miles from my house. With traffic, I figure that it would take me about forty-five minutes to get there. After looking up the address, I clicked on the search engine and found mature porn. I'm not the biggest porn freak, but what porn I do look at tends to be of naked women around my own age.
It was a little before eight in the evening when I decided I needed to clean up and put on some fresh clothes. I put on a clean pair of shorts and a fresh t-shirt. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone. I was just about to leave when I realized that I'd left the invitation on my desk next to the computer. I grabbed it and then headed down the stairs to an empty house. It seems that everyone had already left, so I set the alarm and smiled to myself.
The drive was easy enough, jumping on the Beltway and heading south until I got to the interstate. I turned west and in a few minutes was driving off the exit toward the mystery address. I found the place easily enough — it turned out to be an adult bookstore across the street from a motel.
I quickly decided that I didn't want to park in the adult bookstore, so I kept driving down to the next light in order to make a U-turn. I parked in the motel parking lot, arriving fifteen minutes before nine.
As I sat there waiting, I pondered what would happen next. A hot older woman had invited me to an adult bookstore with a fancy invitation. I was getting hard just thinking about the possibilities. I looked down at my watch. It was six minutes to nine, so I figured it was time to go.
I'd never been in an adult bookstore, so I really didn't know what to expect. I figured there would be sex toys and lingerie, which was accurate. What I didn't expect was a cute woman working behind the counter. She looked to be a few years older than me with light brown hair and a nice tan. "I'm gonna need to see some ID," she said, smiling.
"Yeah." I fished my wallet out of my pocket and showed her my license.
She looked at it for a second and handed it back to me. "You looking for something in particular?" The warm smile still filled up half of her face.
I pulled the invitation out of my pocket and showed it to her. "I was told to show you this."
She looked at it for a second, then said, "Oh." The smile on her face changed to more of a grin with a twinkle in her eyes. She reached below the counter and pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to me. The paper had four numbers on it. She told me to take the paper and head over to the video arcade. I was to go to the end of the hallway and then keep going.
I took the paper and headed off in the direction of the pink neon sign that read Video Arcade, passing roughly a dozen people who were in the store. I pushed through the swinging door and heard the muffled sound of porn movies. All but one of the doors was closed. The one that wasn't completely closed; it was open about a third of the way and had a porn movie playing on the screen.
When I looked in, what I saw was unbelievable, and it wasn't on the video screen. A young brunette and an older guy were both on their knees next to each other. A massive black cock was protruding from a hole in the wall of the booth and the couple was sucking on it.
I didn't want to make eye contact with the couple, so I kept walking. There were booths on either side of the hallway, each with a number on the door. The couple was in number five, so I kept walking down the dimly lit hallway. I wondered if the older woman liked to suck cock and that's why she invited me here.
I got to booth number fourteen and there was one more set of doors beyond it. I walked past the last set of booths and walked a few more feet. The lighting was pretty dim, but I saw another door. Above its handle was a keypad. I pulled out the piece of paper the woman behind the counter had given me. I entered the numbers on the paper and heard the electronic lock click.
My heart raced as I walked through the door. The hallway changed as it went to the left. There was no longer a double row of video booths. I rounded the corner to the right and there were two more booths along the hallway. I was looking for number 18. Farther down the hallway was another door, this one read Employees Only.
My heart felt like it was beating so hard that it might explode. I turned the knob and walked into the booth, which looked to be about ten feet wide and ten feet long. Three sets of eyes met mine. There were three guys about the same age as me. I wondered what the fuck was happening. I thought back to the video booth with the couple and I told myself that I'm not sucking cock.
One of the guys held up an invitation like mine. "You too?"
I pulled mine from my pocket and showed it to him. The other two guys each held up invitations. I finally got over my shock of seeing guys in the stall and noticed that there was a lesbian porn movie playing on the video monitor. I also heard the sound of women moaning and laughing. The moans didn't match the action on the video, so I figured it was the people in the booth next to us.
I looked down at my watch and it was just turning nine in the evening. The guys looked at each other. As an alarm chimed on one of their watches, a hand emerged from the wall to my right.
The red nails accented the tan of her hand, but it was the diamond ring that I noticed first. It
was a huge diamond mounted on a bright gold wedding band. The hand turned, palm up and the fingers beckoned the four of us. "Come on, boys...you know why we're here." The voice a woman's, coming from the other side of the wall.
The voice sounded like the woman from the grocery store, but she hadn't been wearing a diamond ring when I met her. Oh fuck, I thought to myself, there is more than one woman on the other side of the wall.
The four of us looked at each other, wondering what we should do. The voice on the other side of the wall again asked us to play with her. Finally, one of the guys said, "Fuck it," and walked over to the hand, unzipping his pants as he went. He pulled out his dick, which was already hard, and positioned it so the mysterious hand could grab it. I watched as the diamond-adorned hand wrapped its fingers around the guy's cock. That's when we heard a cheer erupt on the other side of the wall.
It didn't take long for the mysterious hand to pull the guy forward by the dick until his face was a few inches from the wall. He bent his hips forward and moaned loudly. He turned his face to us and said that she was sucking his cock. The guy must have been against the wall for a couple of minutes and then he suddenly backed up.
The hand came through the wall again, fingers beckoning for another cock. The next guy pulled out his dick and walked to the hand. Like before, the fingers wrapped around it and pulled the guy to the wall. His blowjob lasted a few minutes and then he too walked back from the wall. The whole time we heard the muffled voices of multiple women on the other side of the wall.
By this point I was rock hard and pulled out my cock when the hand came through the wall again. I noticed that I'm longer and thicker than the other two who'd gotten their cocks sucked up to this point. I watched as the fingers tried but failed to wrap themselves all the way around my cock.
"It's fucking huge," the woman wearing the diamond ring yelled out.
I quickly found myself inches from the wall with my hips thrusted toward the wall. There was a mouth on my dick and a warm and wet sensation. The woman started sucking my cock. This lasted about thirty seconds before her mouth was off my dick. Then the mouth was back on, but somehow it felt different. This time there was more force, and a faster rhythm.
Again, about thirty seconds went by and then the mouth was gone. This repeated itself twice more, and each time the mouth slurped my cock or tried to deepthroat me. I was well on my way to an orgasm, when the red fingertips wrapped around my cock and pushed me away from the wall.
By now the last guy had gotten over his unease and he pulled out his cock and didn't wait for the hand to grab it before stuffing it through the hole. Like the earlier guys, he got about two minutes of blowjobs from the four hungry mouths on the other side of the wall. After he was pushed back, each of the us took multiple turns at the hole. This time the blowjobs were longer and sloppier.
I had the biggest dick by far of the four guys, so it was strange to hear the women on the other side of the wall chant as one of them tried to take as much of my dick down her throat as she could. Hearing the voices, I swore that I knew one of them. It wasn't the woman in the grocery store, but I knew it somehow. It almost sounded like my science teacher from last year.
As I pulled back from the wall, I glanced at my watch, it was almost half past ten. By this time, the guys, me included, had ditched our shorts and underwear and just had our dicks out, waiting to be next.
"Fucking hell." It was the guy who'd gone first. He started to shake and yell out for the woman on the other side to take his load of cum. Cheers erupted from the other room.
The next guy didn't last long either as he too shot his load into the mouth of one of the sluts on the other side of the wall.
I wasn't close to cumming, so I looked forward to another round of having all four mouths on my cock. I stuck my dick through the hole and felt warm lips slide over my helmet and down my shaft. I also felt something strange being wrapped around the base of my cock. It was like......
That's when the woman on the other side stopped sucking. I felt a hand wrap around my cock tightly, just as tightly as the thing wrapped around the base of my dick. Suddenly, I felt the wetness and tightness of a pussy. I felt myself plunging deep into one of the mysterious women.
I'd had enough sex in my life to know the difference between a mouth and a pussy. Holy fuck, I thought to myself, I'm fucking one of these women. It was the first time I'd ever fucked someone without wearing a condom and it felt great.
The mystery women on the other side of the wall cheered loudly. I swore I could hear the voice of the woman from the grocery story. One of the guys asked, "Are you fucking her pussy?" I'd barely remembered there were three other guys waiting in line. I nodded my head, not wanting anyone to hear my voice.
I had the sudden realization that I should be thrusting into the woman, so I started rocking my hips towards and away from the hole. It took about thirty seconds to find the right rhythm, but soon I heard the woman scream out in pleasure. I had a moment of clarity and thought that I recognized another of the voices.
What happened next will be etched into my mind forever.
"Mandy, you fucking slut." It was the woman from the grocery store. "You better not bring Jake home a pussy full of cum."
"OH FUCK....OH Fuck!" the woman whose anonymous pussy I was plunging into screamed through the wall. And then, "Jake will never fucking know." It was the familiar voice again.
It took a second to realize what was happening: My mother, Amanda, goes by Mandy and my father's name is Jake. I realized at that moment why I recognized a second voice on the other side of the wall — I was bareback and balls deep in my own mother.
My brain was trying to process what was happening when my mother's pussy clenched down on my cock with a massive orgasm. I wanted to scream out in pleasure, but I didn't dare. The next second my brain was telling me to run, but my feet wouldn't move. Soon my mother's pussy spasmed again with another orgasm.
The guys in the booth smiled at me as I continued thrusting into the mystery woman. Well, a mystery to them, but I knew who I was fucking. And I was close, real close to cumming.
I tried to think of anything but fucking my mom, but it was hopeless. I couldn't stand it anymore. I bit my lip hard enough to draw a drop of blood as I blew my load deep inside my mother's mature pussy.
With each thrust forward, I sent another rope of semen deep into my own mother. I must have spurted seven or eight times as my built-up load of cum dumped into her. I pulled back and looked down to see a pair of panties tied around the base of my dick.
I heard my mother's friends cheer as one of them offered to eat my load out of her pussy. I thought to myself, Mom is bisexual? It was at this point that my brain started to think clearer. I needed to get dressed and get out of there before any of the women — especially my mother — left the booth next door.
By this time another dick was through the hole. More cheers and more sucking. The two guys standing back from the hole were getting hard again. They looked at me as I grabbed my underwear and shorts, pulling them both on. I was going so quickly that I forgot to untie my mom's thong from the base of my dick. I smiled and gave them a thumbs up as I slipped out the door, after seeing that the door to booth 17 was closed all the way.
I made my way out of the video arcade and back into the main store. The young woman working the front counter smiled a wicked grin at me. As I walked past her, she wished me a good night. As soon as I was out of the store, I jogged across the street and jumped in my truck. I wanted to be miles from there before my mother and her friends left the bookstore.
As I drove home reality started to sink in. I'd just fucked my own mother. That was first and foremost in my mind. Then came the realization that my mother was cheating on my father. I kept it together long enough to drive home, arriving just after eleven. The lights were still out in the house, so I figured everyone was still gone.
I grabbed some pop out of the fridge to wash away the taste of the freshly baked cookies mom had left on the counter before leaving for the evening. I looked at the cookie and thought of my mother.
I went upstairs and stripped out of my clothes. I figured I could drop them in the laundry in the event that I have any of my mother's scent on them. That's when I realized that I still had her thong wrapped around my dick. I was going to toss them into the laundry as well, but I stopped.
I couldn't let mom find the underwear in the dirty laundry. She'd given them to the anonymous cock that had fucked her, so they can't end up back at the house. I untied and pulled the panties off my cock and then stuck them in the back of my sock drawer. I told myself that I'd figure out what to do with them later. I pulled the invitation from my pocket and put it on top of my desk.
I jumped in the shower just in case I had the stench of the store on me. I finished getting cleaned up and jumped into bed before anyone in the family came home. I laid there until probably two in the morning before I finally got to sleep. I couldn't help but think of my mother and how I'd fucked her. I hate to admit it, but I eventually got to sleep after stroking my cock and blowing another load while thinking of my mom.
It was after eight in the morning when I finally crawled out of bed. My family was downstairs enjoying breakfast when I wandered into the kitchen. There she was, in a pair of shorts and a tank top. My mother was facing away from me, giving me a great view of her ass. The real reason she was facing away from me was that she was making waffles for the family.
I stood there, staring for a moment, before finally grabbing some food and sitting down at the table. The conversation was the usual, what everyone did last night and what they had planned for the rest of the day. My dad said that work had called him in, and he'd have to give me a raincheck on the baseball game. My mother reminded us that she and the PTA president would be chatting about the latest fundraising drive for the high school.
As I watched my mother speaking, I couldn't help but daydream about her lips wrapped around my cock as it was stuck through a hole in the wall. "David, what are you doing today?" It was my mother's voice.
"I didn't...ah...I'm not sure." I didn't know what to say.
"You didn't what, sweetheart?" Mom looked at me.
"Nothing, Mom. I was just thinking about football next week." It was a lie, but my mother would never know that.
"Since your Dad can't take you to the game, maybe we can finish school clothes shopping after Lori leaves. Before that, I'd like you to mow the grass for me." My mother smiled at me.
Not knowing what else to say, I just shook my head yes. I sat there and listened to my family talk. I really couldn't focus on anything substantial. I guess it was a mixture of me only getting six hours of sleep and wondering about my mother and her friends. I'd thought of a million questions I wanted answered. I replayed them in my head over and over.
"Are you okay, David?" Mom was asking me the question for the second time. I'd been lost in thought.
"Yeah...I'm fine, Mom. Just thinking about football." I finished my waffles, put my plate in the dishwasher, and headed back up to my room.
As I was picking up my room, I found the invitation for the night before. My heart started racing and I could feel myself start to perspire. I know that I should throw it away, but I couldn't risk throwing it away with everyone in the house. I decided to hide it under some paper in my desk drawer, telling myself that I will dispose of it later.
I grabbed my cell phone and answered a few text messages from friends. I ended up logging into my game console after my best friend asked me to play with him for a few minutes. It was just before ten when I pulled on my sneakers and headed outside to mow the lawn.
As I walked down the stairs, I heard my mom talking to someone. I figured that it must be the PTA president since my mom had said she was coming over. I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom sitting next to a woman with light brown hair. She looked to be about my mom's age.
Like my mom, she was thin. Her boobs, however, were larger than what you would naturally see on a woman of her build. Not that I'm complaining, but her boobs looked fake. "David," my mother called out to me as I walked into the kitchen, "you remember Mrs. Jacobson."
"Yes, Mom, I do. Hi, Mrs. Jacobson."
"Hello, David," she said. As the PTA president reached to pick up a pen, I saw it — a giant diamond ring on her left hand.
It was the same ring worn by one of the women the previous night at the adult bookstore. The red nails and tanned hand also matched. Oh Fuck, I thought, I stuck my cock in her mouth last night! She'd sucked my dick and the dicks of the other guys in the room.
"Sweetie, do you need something else?" It was my mother. Her voice was snapping me back to reality.
"No, Ma'am, I'm just going out to mow the lawn," I said as I turned and walked out of the kitchen. I headed out to mow the lawn.
As I pushed the mower across the grass in the hot sun, all I could think about was fucking my mother and shoving my dick in the PTA president's mouth. It took me about an hour to finish mowing the grass and weeding the flowerbeds. I finally went back into the house and found my mother sitting alone at the table. "David, are you still going with me to the mall? We need to buy you a couple more shirts," Mom said.
"Yeah, Mom." I smiled at her and wondered if she and the PTA president had talked about what happened the night before.
"Hurry up and take a shower so we can leave."
I went up to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I was ready in about twenty minutes and soon I was climbing into my mom's SUV.
The mall was filled with people. School was starting in a week, so there were a bunch of families finishing up their shopping. I couldn't help myself, I kept trying to sneak peaks of my mom. I tried very hard to push the mental image of her bent over at the waist, taking my dick, out—
"What do you think of this one?" My mother's voice broke me from my daydream.
"It's nice, Mom," I said.
As instructed, I went into the changing room and tried on the shirt. It fit well and I pulled it off and put my t-shirt back on. I walked out of the dressing room, telling my mother that it fit just fine. We found a couple more shirts and eventually a sales associate to ring up our purchase.
"David, I need to go buy something. Can we meet back here in thirty minutes?" My mother smiled at me.
"Sure, Mom."
I watched her as she walked away, her hips swaying slightly. I probably stared too long at my mother. I felt my stomach rumble, so I decided that a pretzel and something to drink would be a good idea. I was sitting in one of the chairs in the middle of the mall when my mom texted me that she was done. I responded telling her where I was sitting. Saying that she would meet me there, I watched people as I finished the last pretzel bite.
In a few minutes I saw my mom walking towards me, her hips swaying ever so slightly. In her hand she held a little pink and white shopping bag. I instantly recognized the bag and the store it came from. I wondered if my Mom needed to buy another pair of panties because she'd given me a pair the night before. "Let's go, David. The Mall is getting crowded and I want to get into the pool." Mom smiled at me as she headed towards the exit.
The next two weeks were strange. I went back to my normal life as the days passed since fucking my mom. The final week of football practice and summer vacation seemed to pass too quickly. Each afternoon I became more infatuated with my mother. It didn't help when she'd come into the living room wearing workout clothes or her bikini.
At night I'd lay in bed naked watching MILF porn and stroking my cock. Eventually, I'd turn off the computer and stroke my dick with both hands, thinking about my mom until I blew my load into a t-shirt.
The Saturday before school started, I took Becky out to dinner and a movie. On the way back to her house, she started fondling my dick through my shorts. Eventually she pulled it out and started sucking on it. As I drove with my left hand, my right hand slid over her ass, pulling up her skirt. I was surprised, when my fingers didn't find any fabric and plunged into her tight pussy.
She pulled her mouth off my cock long enough to tell me to head to our favorite spot. It was a dead-end road on the far side of the park. There was never any traffic around and it was well hidden, thus a good place to fuck. In ten minutes, I was pulling Becky's top off, freeing her C cups as she fumbled putting a condom on me.
She climbed onto my lap, thrusting a nipple into my hungry mouth. Her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, then she guided it to the entrance of her pussy. I felt the grip of her pussy as she slid down my shaft. I thrust up into my girlfriend as she cried out in pleasure.
It felt different fucking her. The condom made the experience different than the feel of naked flesh I'd experienced with my mother. After her first orgasm we changed positions and I was soon behind my girlfriend, fucking her doggy style.
Becky has the mouth of a filthy porn star. It hypnotizes me each time we fuck. Soon I was close to cumming and I told her. She screamed out that she wanted me to blow my load in her mouth. It took a few awkward movements on both of our parts but soon I was fucking her mouth.
As I looked down at my girlfriend, nearly naked, I blew my load in her mouth. To her credit, Becky took my entire load down her throat without spilling a drop.
We talked for a few minutes as we got dressed and I eventually drove her home. It was midnight when we kissed goodnight at her door. I jumped into the truck, knowing that I'd miss my curfew, but not caring.
Arriving back at the house, I grabbed something to drink and a few cookies. I walked up the stairs and was about to head into my room when I heard the noise. It was the now familiar creek of my parents' bed and the sounds of them fucking. I could feel my dick getting hard as I imagined my mother being bent over while I fuck her. I resigned to stroking my cock while thinking of my mom.
The first week of school passed by slowly. We really didn't have any homework the first couple of days, but soon my chemistry instructor was going on about electrons and compounds. Football practice moved to the afternoons and by Thursday the coach was talking about game plans. Life kind of returned to normal. Well, as normal as one can get minus thinking about fucking your own mother.
We won the first football game by ten points. I made a great play to end the first half, stopping a quarterback sneak and forcing the other team to settle for a field goal. My parents congratulated me after the game on how well I played. I was rewarded for my excellent play later in the evening by Becky at our quiet spot.
Saturday was filled with house chores and homework. My sisters got done with their chores first and soon they and their friends were hanging out by the pool. As I was putting away the mower, my mother walked in and headed to her office, saying something about a meeting with a team in India.
It was later in the evening that my family met around the dinner table. We each talked about our day and what our plans were for the evening. My father said that he and his friends were going to play poker.
"The girls and I are getting together to play Bunko." My mother took a bite of chicken after smiling at all of us.
My dick got hard. I wondered if my mother was going to play dice or go back to the adult bookstore. I remembered that I still needed to throw away my Mom's panties.
"Kids, I'm going," Mom yelled up the stairs at my sisters and me.
I got up from my desk, stuck my head out of my bedroom, and told my mother I'd heard her. It was a little after seven and she was heading out to her dice game with her friends. I sat back down in my desk chair and thought about my Mom. I envisioned her and her friends going to the bookstore to suck on strange cocks.
My dick was starting to get hard thinking about my mother. I closed my eyes and imagined her and the PTA president on their knees sucking cock. I imagined my mother stripping out of her clothes and backing into my dick stuck through the wall. I was getting hard and started unzipping my pants to jerk off when my phone buzzed.
It was a text message from Becky. She said that her soccer game was delayed due to the weather and that she won't be back until close to midnight. She wanted to know if it was okay to cancel our date and if I could still pick her up at the school. We exchanged a few more messages and I agreed to pick her up at midnight. I wished her luck and told her that I will see her soon.
I was just about to pull my cock out and start stroking when it dawned on me — I still had the invitation.
I opened my desk drawer and fished around the back of it until I found the card. Looking at it, I considered the opportunities that it presented. I could use it to get my dick sucked by my mother and maybe fuck her again.
The angel on my right shoulder reminded me that I should have thrown the invitation out the day after I'd fucked my mom. The devil on my left shoulder whispered in my ear that I should take the invitation and go. My mind raced through the morality of having sex with my mother. The angel on my shoulder almost won, but in the end, I grabbed the invitation and headed out the door.
I told my dad that I was heading out with the guys and about picking up Becky from the school. Dad said he too is leaving, going to his poker game and to make certain that I texted my mom that I'd be late. I said goodbye and jumped into my truck.
I stopped to get something to eat, so I got to the bookstore a little after eight. Like the first time, I parked in the back of the motel parking lot. I backed my truck in so I could look across the street to the bookstore. I pulled my food out of the bag and waited.
Cars went in and out of the parking lot, but it was a little after 8:30 when the silver SUV pulled in and four women got out. As they walked across the parking lot, I recognized the PTA president, the woman who'd given me the invitation two weeks ago, and my mother. I didn't recognize the fourth woman, but my Mom was definitely looking hot in a short skirt and heels. My dick started to thicken as I watched my Mom and her friends head into the bookstore.
I figured I had about twenty minutes to waste, so I finished my food. That gave the opportunity for the angel on my right shoulder to tell me that I should leave. At this point the devil on my other shoulder didn't need to say a thing because the head between my legs was thinking for the rest of me.
At the appointed time, I jumped out of the truck and headed over to the bookstore. I followed a guy about my age through the door. The beautiful young woman behind the counter said hello to us and like last time asked to see ID. The guy in front of me seemed nervous and said that he forgot his ID in the car. Then he mumbled something and headed towards the exit.
I, on the other hand, whipped out my license like it was a ticket to a carnival ride. The woman smiled when I pulled the invitation out of my back pocket. She winked at me, as if knowing that I'd been there before, which I had. Like before, she handed me a slip of paper with four numbers on it and gave me directions on how to get there. I pretended that I didn't understand, and she pointed me in the direction of the video booths.
Like the previous time, I walked past the booths at the front of the video arcade and one of the doors was cracked open. This time there were two women kneeling at the hole in the wall and kissing. There wasn't a cock coming through the hole and I wondered if they were just getting started or finishing.
In less than two minutes I was opening the door to booth eighteen. I walked in and I was the third guy in the room. Both guys looked to be about my age, one black and one white. They looked at me and I held up the invitation. Each of them did the same thing, holding up an invitation. I checked my watch and it was just turning nine.
I figured that there were supposed to be four of us, since that's how many invitations were given out last time. It dawned on me that by showing up, I would be the fifth cock. I was starting to get worried that other guys would show up when the PTA president stuck her hand through the hole in the wall. The other guys had no idea who owned the mystery hand, but I did.
"Come on boys, let's see those cocks." It was my mother asking for cock this time.
I heard the sound of the lesbian movie in our booth and female grunts on the other side of the wall. I suspected the grunts and moans were coming from my mom's friends. The three of us looked at each other. I made the first move, unzipping my shorts and pulling my cock out. It was almost hard when I guided it to the waiting hand of the PTA president.
Like before, I was pulled to the wall by my dick as each of the women took about thirty seconds to suck my cock. I tried to recall which mouth belonged to my mother. I knew she'd sucked my dick at some point because after two minutes I was pushed back away from the wall. I knew what that meant so I backed away, making room for another of the guys.
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My name is David and my life changed two months ago in a grocery story. I'm a senior at the local high school and I'd just finished the first week of football practice when my world went in an entirely different direction. Before I get to the good part, let me first tell you about me and my family.
I'm the oldest of three kids and live with my parents and my younger sisters in the suburbs of Houston. Dad works for an energy company and mom works as a consultant for a technology firm. My younger sisters are 17 and 14, while my parents are in the early 40s. We are the stereotypical American family, minus the dog.
When dad is not working as an engineer, he is either watching sports talking about sports or military history. When I turned 18 several months ago, my parents bought me a used pickup truck. Dad went on and on about me becoming a man on my birthday. He even went as far as making me drive down to the local post office to register for the military draft. Along the way he recounted tales of our distant relatives who served in the military dating back to the time of the Civil War.
As a technology consultant, mom works from home. This allows her to be active in the PTA and shuttle my youngest sister to sports and dance class. Prior to getting my driver's license, mom was the full-time chauffeur for football and baseball. Like my father, she too loves sports. Not only did she play in high school, she was recruited to play in college. As an outfielder on a Division 1 softball team, mom excelled as a student athlete. Her love of sports and working out carried over into married life. Most days she finds time in her busy schedule to go to the gym.
We are the perfect family. I've never heard my parents fight. Mom always has a batch of cookies ready for the next PTA meeting and dad is always volunteering at my school. Discipline in our house is a scolding, rather than a beating. There is not a day that goes by without one or both of our parents telling us three kids that we are loved and valued.
So, a little about me. As I said, I'm a senior in high school and a two-sport athlete. I am working on applying to colleges to study something, but I'm not quite sure what yet. I'm on and off dating a varsity soccer player named Becky. We have a good relationship, but we are both focused on our respective sports and applying to college. At times we will cancel dates because something came up and we are comfortable enough in our relationship to give each other space. Becky wasn't the first girl I had sex with, but we've done it enough to know that we are starting to get comfortable with our sexual abilities.
So back to the afternoon in the grocery store. It was Friday and I'd just finished football practice and stopped off at the local store. After two hours of afternoon football drills, hunger pains bellowed out of my belly like a semi-truck barreling down the highway. I walked into the chip aisle, having already grabbed a sports drink. I wanted a bag of nacho cheese chips because they are loaded with sodium, which I had sweated out a lot of in the hot Texas sun during practice.
That's when, as I turned the corner and started down the aisle — I saw her.
She was in her 30s and was dressed in a skirt that stopped just above the knees of her long legs. A fitted blouse hid what I assumed were a large pair of breasts. Her light brown hair was shoulder length and accented her thin frame.
She smiled at me and I could feel myself blush as I smiled back. Yes, she was almost as old as my mother, but that didn't mean that I wasn't attracted to her. She continued to smile at me as I grabbed a bag of chips. "Excuse me. Could I get your help please?" The beautiful woman was speaking to me.
"Yes, Ma'am."
She asked if I would grab her a bag of chips from the top row. I had watched as she tried, her fingers just missing by a few inches. I told her that I'd be happy to help, grabbing the bag and handing it to her.
"Thank you." She smiled warmly at me, showing a set of pearly white teeth.
"You're welcome, Ma'am."
"Well aren't you the sweetest thing. Your mamma taught you some manners." Her southern voice rang through my head as I looked down at the tops of her large breast poking out from her blouse. "Do you go to high school around here? I see you are wearing a football jersey." She smiled again, this time showing even more teeth.
I told her that I did and that we'd just finished practicing. I was about to turn when she asked me what positioned I played on the team. This started a conversation about football and about high school in general. Her accent rang through my ears, down my spine and started to take root in my cock. I could feel my dick getting harder as I looked at her breasts. At one point she caught me looking and just smiled.
A hand touched my arm, her red nails scraping over the blond hair of my arms. She asked me if I had a game tonight and I told her no. School and football games didn't start for another week. She was only a foot away, looking up at me with hazel eyes. It was as if electricity was flowing through her nails straight to my dick. I don't think I'd ever been that hard in my life.
"Well, if you don't have anything to do tonight, I have an offer for you." She pulled a four-inch wide card from her purse and handed it to me.
I looked at the cream-colored card with black writing on it. It had an address printed on it and a time. I was confident the address was on the other side of town, but I wasn't exactly certain where. "What is this?" I asked.
"It's an invitation," she said, "if you're brave enough to accept it. Just follow the instructions on the back of the card."
I was about to turn it over when she got up on the tips of her toes and kissed the side of my face. I just about blew my load right there in aisle eight of the grocery store.
"See you tonight, stud...and don't be late." With that, the mystery woman walked away.
I must have stood there for at least a minute holding the invitation. It was only when a mother with two kids asked me to move out of the way that the trance of the older woman was broken.
I turned the card over and read the directions I was to follow. The card said to arrive at the address before nine that evening. It instructed the bearer to show it to the person at the counter and then proceed to a number, and below that, printed in red font, was the number eighteen.
I could feel my dick getting even harder and had enough sense to know that the woman and her two kids might see the tent in my shorts. I looked down at the tent in my shorts and decided that it might be a good idea to cover my crotch with the shopping basket as I walked to the checkout kiosk.
The entire drive back to my house, all I could think about was the woman from the grocery store. I was 90% certain that the card was an invitation to have sex with her, or at least that's what I hoped. Fifteen minutes later I pulled into my driveway, still half hard from thinking about the woman and the possibilities for later this evening.
That's when it hit me — I had to come up with an excuse to leave the house. I couldn't use my girlfriend as an excuse because my parents knew she was visiting her grandparents in Dallas for the weekend. I figured that I'd come up with a lie when the time came to leave.
Ella and Jamie, my sisters, were on the couch watching a reality show when I walked into the house. I asked my sisters about our parents. My oldest sister Ella looked at me long enough to answer my question, "Mom just got done working and is getting ready to go to the gym. Dad is still at work."
Just then mom came down the stairs dressed in her yoga shorts and sports bra. She pulled a tank top over her head as she said hello and asked how football practice was.
"Practice was good, Mom. The coach says that I will likely start at linebacker this year." I watched as she reached into the cabinet to grab a water bottle. I couldn't help it, as she got up on her tiptoes to reach the bottle, I checked out my own mother. It must have been the lingering aftereffects of my encounter with the woman at the grocery store. For a split second, I deemed my mother fuckable.
I hate to admit it, but my mom and sisters are hot. My mom and oldest sister are each blonde, athletic, and blessed with long legs and tight asses. The teasing from my friends about them has gone on for years. Up until this moment I've never really considered my mom to be fuckable, but the damn woman from the grocery story was messing with my mind.
Quickly, I pushed those thoughts out of my mind and cringed that I even considered my mother as a sex object.
My mother pulled the bottle out of the cabinet and filled it with filtered water from the refrigerator. In another minute she was walking out of the front door, telling us that she will be home in time to make dinner.
I grabbed my sports drink and chips and headed up to my room. I still had one more week until school officially started, so I decided that I'd spend the afternoon playing my game console. I started playing a group game with some online friends. I was into the game, but my attention kept diverting to the card.
I hadn't quite decided if I was going to accept the invitation when my Dad popped his head into my room. "Hey, David." My dad looked like he'd just returned from work.
"Hi, Dad," I replied
"Your mom says that dinner will be ready in a few minutes. She ordered pizza," Dad said before closing my bedroom door.
I hadn't realized how long I'd been playing the game and contemplating my invitation. It was a little after five when I came downstairs to find my family sitting at the table, digging into the two pizzas. The conversation started with Dad asking me how practice went. I told him what the coach had told me about starting as linebacker and his face lit up like the sun.
My sisters talked about their days, which were primarily spent in the backyard by our pool. My youngest sister started rambling about one of her friends and the boy that she likes and how she was going to invite the two of them over tomorrow to play in the pool. As I looked around the table, almost everyone rolled their eyes at the same time as my youngest sister droned on and on about her best friend.
My parents described their days, which sounded pretty boring. My dad mentioned that he was going over to a coworker's house for a recurring poker game. My mother said that she too was meeting friends. "Are you really going to play Bunko this time...or are you going straight to Drunk-O?" My dad smiled at mom.
She and her friends get together every couple of weeks to play this dice game called Bunko. She tried to explain it to me once, but I lost interest after a few minutes and tuned her out. Dad likes to tease her that the game is just an excuse for women to get together to drink. "I'm going to do about as much drinking as you will at your poker game." My mother shot my father a warm smile and stuck out her tongue at him.
"So, what are you kids doing tonight?" Dad looked at me and then my sisters. My sisters each said something about hanging out with their friends.
My throat tightened as my father looked at me. "I think I'm going to text Evan to see about hanging out. We might play video games at his house." I looked at my mom and dad confidently.
I took a bite of pizza and nodded at my parents. My dick was getting stiffer as I contemplated going to the address on the invitation.
Dinner lasted about thirty more minutes as my parents talked about their weekend plans. My dad mentioned wanting to go to a baseball game on Saturday and wondered if I might be interested in going. My mother on the other hand said that the PTA president was coming over to the house tomorrow to discuss a fund-raising drive.
After dinner I waited in my room, using the time to look up the address on the card. The place was about thirty miles from my house. With traffic, I figure that it would take me about forty-five minutes to get there. After looking up the address, I clicked on the search engine and found mature porn. I'm not the biggest porn freak, but what porn I do look at tends to be of naked women around my own age.
It was a little before eight in the evening when I decided I needed to clean up and put on some fresh clothes. I put on a clean pair of shorts and a fresh t-shirt. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone. I was just about to leave when I realized that I'd left the invitation on my desk next to the computer. I grabbed it and then headed down the stairs to an empty house. It seems that everyone had already left, so I set the alarm and smiled to myself.
The drive was easy enough, jumping on the Beltway and heading south until I got to the interstate. I turned west and in a few minutes was driving off the exit toward the mystery address. I found the place easily enough — it turned out to be an adult bookstore across the street from a motel.
I quickly decided that I didn't want to park in the adult bookstore, so I kept driving down to the next light in order to make a U-turn. I parked in the motel parking lot, arriving fifteen minutes before nine.
As I sat there waiting, I pondered what would happen next. A hot older woman had invited me to an adult bookstore with a fancy invitation. I was getting hard just thinking about the possibilities. I looked down at my watch. It was six minutes to nine, so I figured it was time to go.
I'd never been in an adult bookstore, so I really didn't know what to expect. I figured there would be sex toys and lingerie, which was accurate. What I didn't expect was a cute woman working behind the counter. She looked to be a few years older than me with light brown hair and a nice tan. "I'm gonna need to see some ID," she said, smiling.
"Yeah." I fished my wallet out of my pocket and showed her my license.
She looked at it for a second and handed it back to me. "You looking for something in particular?" The warm smile still filled up half of her face.
I pulled the invitation out of my pocket and showed it to her. "I was told to show you this."
She looked at it for a second, then said, "Oh." The smile on her face changed to more of a grin with a twinkle in her eyes. She reached below the counter and pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to me. The paper had four numbers on it. She told me to take the paper and head over to the video arcade. I was to go to the end of the hallway and then keep going.
I took the paper and headed off in the direction of the pink neon sign that read Video Arcade, passing roughly a dozen people who were in the store. I pushed through the swinging door and heard the muffled sound of porn movies. All but one of the doors was closed. The one that wasn't completely closed; it was open about a third of the way and had a porn movie playing on the screen.
When I looked in, what I saw was unbelievable, and it wasn't on the video screen. A young brunette and an older guy were both on their knees next to each other. A massive black cock was protruding from a hole in the wall of the booth and the couple was sucking on it.
I didn't want to make eye contact with the couple, so I kept walking. There were booths on either side of the hallway, each with a number on the door. The couple was in number five, so I kept walking down the dimly lit hallway. I wondered if the older woman liked to suck cock and that's why she invited me here.
I got to booth number fourteen and there was one more set of doors beyond it. I walked past the last set of booths and walked a few more feet. The lighting was pretty dim, but I saw another door. Above its handle was a keypad. I pulled out the piece of paper the woman behind the counter had given me. I entered the numbers on the paper and heard the electronic lock click.
My heart raced as I walked through the door. The hallway changed as it went to the left. There was no longer a double row of video booths. I rounded the corner to the right and there were two more booths along the hallway. I was looking for number 18. Farther down the hallway was another door, this one read Employees Only.
My heart felt like it was beating so hard that it might explode. I turned the knob and walked into the booth, which looked to be about ten feet wide and ten feet long. Three sets of eyes met mine. There were three guys about the same age as me. I wondered what the fuck was happening. I thought back to the video booth with the couple and I told myself that I'm not sucking cock.
One of the guys held up an invitation like mine. "You too?"
I pulled mine from my pocket and showed it to him. The other two guys each held up invitations. I finally got over my shock of seeing guys in the stall and noticed that there was a lesbian porn movie playing on the video monitor. I also heard the sound of women moaning and laughing. The moans didn't match the action on the video, so I figured it was the people in the booth next to us.
I looked down at my watch and it was just turning nine in the evening. The guys looked at each other. As an alarm chimed on one of their watches, a hand emerged from the wall to my right.
The red nails accented the tan of her hand, but it was the diamond ring that I noticed first. It
was a huge diamond mounted on a bright gold wedding band. The hand turned, palm up and the fingers beckoned the four of us. "Come on, boys...you know why we're here." The voice a woman's, coming from the other side of the wall.
The voice sounded like the woman from the grocery store, but she hadn't been wearing a diamond ring when I met her. Oh fuck, I thought to myself, there is more than one woman on the other side of the wall.
The four of us looked at each other, wondering what we should do. The voice on the other side of the wall again asked us to play with her. Finally, one of the guys said, "Fuck it," and walked over to the hand, unzipping his pants as he went. He pulled out his dick, which was already hard, and positioned it so the mysterious hand could grab it. I watched as the diamond-adorned hand wrapped its fingers around the guy's cock. That's when we heard a cheer erupt on the other side of the wall.
It didn't take long for the mysterious hand to pull the guy forward by the dick until his face was a few inches from the wall. He bent his hips forward and moaned loudly. He turned his face to us and said that she was sucking his cock. The guy must have been against the wall for a couple of minutes and then he suddenly backed up.
The hand came through the wall again, fingers beckoning for another cock. The next guy pulled out his dick and walked to the hand. Like before, the fingers wrapped around it and pulled the guy to the wall. His blowjob lasted a few minutes and then he too walked back from the wall. The whole time we heard the muffled voices of multiple women on the other side of the wall.
By this point I was rock hard and pulled out my cock when the hand came through the wall again. I noticed that I'm longer and thicker than the other two who'd gotten their cocks sucked up to this point. I watched as the fingers tried but failed to wrap themselves all the way around my cock.
"It's fucking huge," the woman wearing the diamond ring yelled out.
I quickly found myself inches from the wall with my hips thrusted toward the wall. There was a mouth on my dick and a warm and wet sensation. The woman started sucking my cock. This lasted about thirty seconds before her mouth was off my dick. Then the mouth was back on, but somehow it felt different. This time there was more force, and a faster rhythm.
Again, about thirty seconds went by and then the mouth was gone. This repeated itself twice more, and each time the mouth slurped my cock or tried to deepthroat me. I was well on my way to an orgasm, when the red fingertips wrapped around my cock and pushed me away from the wall.
By now the last guy had gotten over his unease and he pulled out his cock and didn't wait for the hand to grab it before stuffing it through the hole. Like the earlier guys, he got about two minutes of blowjobs from the four hungry mouths on the other side of the wall. After he was pushed back, each of the us took multiple turns at the hole. This time the blowjobs were longer and sloppier.
I had the biggest dick by far of the four guys, so it was strange to hear the women on the other side of the wall chant as one of them tried to take as much of my dick down her throat as she could. Hearing the voices, I swore that I knew one of them. It wasn't the woman in the grocery store, but I knew it somehow. It almost sounded like my science teacher from last year.
As I pulled back from the wall, I glanced at my watch, it was almost half past ten. By this time, the guys, me included, had ditched our shorts and underwear and just had our dicks out, waiting to be next.
"Fucking hell." It was the guy who'd gone first. He started to shake and yell out for the woman on the other side to take his load of cum. Cheers erupted from the other room.
The next guy didn't last long either as he too shot his load into the mouth of one of the sluts on the other side of the wall.
I wasn't close to cumming, so I looked forward to another round of having all four mouths on my cock. I stuck my dick through the hole and felt warm lips slide over my helmet and down my shaft. I also felt something strange being wrapped around the base of my cock. It was like......
That's when the woman on the other side stopped sucking. I felt a hand wrap around my cock tightly, just as tightly as the thing wrapped around the base of my dick. Suddenly, I felt the wetness and tightness of a pussy. I felt myself plunging deep into one of the mysterious women.
I'd had enough sex in my life to know the difference between a mouth and a pussy. Holy fuck, I thought to myself, I'm fucking one of these women. It was the first time I'd ever fucked someone without wearing a condom and it felt great.
The mystery women on the other side of the wall cheered loudly. I swore I could hear the voice of the woman from the grocery story. One of the guys asked, "Are you fucking her pussy?" I'd barely remembered there were three other guys waiting in line. I nodded my head, not wanting anyone to hear my voice.
I had the sudden realization that I should be thrusting into the woman, so I started rocking my hips towards and away from the hole. It took about thirty seconds to find the right rhythm, but soon I heard the woman scream out in pleasure. I had a moment of clarity and thought that I recognized another of the voices.
What happened next will be etched into my mind forever.
"Mandy, you fucking slut." It was the woman from the grocery store. "You better not bring Jake home a pussy full of cum."
"OH FUCK....OH Fuck!" the woman whose anonymous pussy I was plunging into screamed through the wall. And then, "Jake will never fucking know." It was the familiar voice again.
It took a second to realize what was happening: My mother, Amanda, goes by Mandy and my father's name is Jake. I realized at that moment why I recognized a second voice on the other side of the wall — I was bareback and balls deep in my own mother.
My brain was trying to process what was happening when my mother's pussy clenched down on my cock with a massive orgasm. I wanted to scream out in pleasure, but I didn't dare. The next second my brain was telling me to run, but my feet wouldn't move. Soon my mother's pussy spasmed again with another orgasm.
The guys in the booth smiled at me as I continued thrusting into the mystery woman. Well, a mystery to them, but I knew who I was fucking. And I was close, real close to cumming.
I tried to think of anything but fucking my mom, but it was hopeless. I couldn't stand it anymore. I bit my lip hard enough to draw a drop of blood as I blew my load deep inside my mother's mature pussy.
With each thrust forward, I sent another rope of semen deep into my own mother. I must have spurted seven or eight times as my built-up load of cum dumped into her. I pulled back and looked down to see a pair of panties tied around the base of my dick.
I heard my mother's friends cheer as one of them offered to eat my load out of her pussy. I thought to myself, Mom is bisexual? It was at this point that my brain started to think clearer. I needed to get dressed and get out of there before any of the women — especially my mother — left the booth next door.
By this time another dick was through the hole. More cheers and more sucking. The two guys standing back from the hole were getting hard again. They looked at me as I grabbed my underwear and shorts, pulling them both on. I was going so quickly that I forgot to untie my mom's thong from the base of my dick. I smiled and gave them a thumbs up as I slipped out the door, after seeing that the door to booth 17 was closed all the way.
I made my way out of the video arcade and back into the main store. The young woman working the front counter smiled a wicked grin at me. As I walked past her, she wished me a good night. As soon as I was out of the store, I jogged across the street and jumped in my truck. I wanted to be miles from there before my mother and her friends left the bookstore.
As I drove home reality started to sink in. I'd just fucked my own mother. That was first and foremost in my mind. Then came the realization that my mother was cheating on my father. I kept it together long enough to drive home, arriving just after eleven. The lights were still out in the house, so I figured everyone was still gone.
I grabbed some pop out of the fridge to wash away the taste of the freshly baked cookies mom had left on the counter before leaving for the evening. I looked at the cookie and thought of my mother.
I went upstairs and stripped out of my clothes. I figured I could drop them in the laundry in the event that I have any of my mother's scent on them. That's when I realized that I still had her thong wrapped around my dick. I was going to toss them into the laundry as well, but I stopped.
I couldn't let mom find the underwear in the dirty laundry. She'd given them to the anonymous cock that had fucked her, so they can't end up back at the house. I untied and pulled the panties off my cock and then stuck them in the back of my sock drawer. I told myself that I'd figure out what to do with them later. I pulled the invitation from my pocket and put it on top of my desk.
I jumped in the shower just in case I had the stench of the store on me. I finished getting cleaned up and jumped into bed before anyone in the family came home. I laid there until probably two in the morning before I finally got to sleep. I couldn't help but think of my mother and how I'd fucked her. I hate to admit it, but I eventually got to sleep after stroking my cock and blowing another load while thinking of my mom.
It was after eight in the morning when I finally crawled out of bed. My family was downstairs enjoying breakfast when I wandered into the kitchen. There she was, in a pair of shorts and a tank top. My mother was facing away from me, giving me a great view of her ass. The real reason she was facing away from me was that she was making waffles for the family.
I stood there, staring for a moment, before finally grabbing some food and sitting down at the table. The conversation was the usual, what everyone did last night and what they had planned for the rest of the day. My dad said that work had called him in, and he'd have to give me a raincheck on the baseball game. My mother reminded us that she and the PTA president would be chatting about the latest fundraising drive for the high school.
As I watched my mother speaking, I couldn't help but daydream about her lips wrapped around my cock as it was stuck through a hole in the wall. "David, what are you doing today?" It was my mother's voice.
"I didn't...ah...I'm not sure." I didn't know what to say.
"You didn't what, sweetheart?" Mom looked at me.
"Nothing, Mom. I was just thinking about football next week." It was a lie, but my mother would never know that.
"Since your Dad can't take you to the game, maybe we can finish school clothes shopping after Lori leaves. Before that, I'd like you to mow the grass for me." My mother smiled at me.
Not knowing what else to say, I just shook my head yes. I sat there and listened to my family talk. I really couldn't focus on anything substantial. I guess it was a mixture of me only getting six hours of sleep and wondering about my mother and her friends. I'd thought of a million questions I wanted answered. I replayed them in my head over and over.
"Are you okay, David?" Mom was asking me the question for the second time. I'd been lost in thought.
"Yeah...I'm fine, Mom. Just thinking about football." I finished my waffles, put my plate in the dishwasher, and headed back up to my room.
As I was picking up my room, I found the invitation for the night before. My heart started racing and I could feel myself start to perspire. I know that I should throw it away, but I couldn't risk throwing it away with everyone in the house. I decided to hide it under some paper in my desk drawer, telling myself that I will dispose of it later.
I grabbed my cell phone and answered a few text messages from friends. I ended up logging into my game console after my best friend asked me to play with him for a few minutes. It was just before ten when I pulled on my sneakers and headed outside to mow the lawn.
As I walked down the stairs, I heard my mom talking to someone. I figured that it must be the PTA president since my mom had said she was coming over. I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom sitting next to a woman with light brown hair. She looked to be about my mom's age.
Like my mom, she was thin. Her boobs, however, were larger than what you would naturally see on a woman of her build. Not that I'm complaining, but her boobs looked fake. "David," my mother called out to me as I walked into the kitchen, "you remember Mrs. Jacobson."
"Yes, Mom, I do. Hi, Mrs. Jacobson."
"Hello, David," she said. As the PTA president reached to pick up a pen, I saw it — a giant diamond ring on her left hand.
It was the same ring worn by one of the women the previous night at the adult bookstore. The red nails and tanned hand also matched. Oh Fuck, I thought, I stuck my cock in her mouth last night! She'd sucked my dick and the dicks of the other guys in the room.
"Sweetie, do you need something else?" It was my mother. Her voice was snapping me back to reality.
"No, Ma'am, I'm just going out to mow the lawn," I said as I turned and walked out of the kitchen. I headed out to mow the lawn.
As I pushed the mower across the grass in the hot sun, all I could think about was fucking my mother and shoving my dick in the PTA president's mouth. It took me about an hour to finish mowing the grass and weeding the flowerbeds. I finally went back into the house and found my mother sitting alone at the table. "David, are you still going with me to the mall? We need to buy you a couple more shirts," Mom said.
"Yeah, Mom." I smiled at her and wondered if she and the PTA president had talked about what happened the night before.
"Hurry up and take a shower so we can leave."
I went up to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I was ready in about twenty minutes and soon I was climbing into my mom's SUV.
The mall was filled with people. School was starting in a week, so there were a bunch of families finishing up their shopping. I couldn't help myself, I kept trying to sneak peaks of my mom. I tried very hard to push the mental image of her bent over at the waist, taking my dick, out—
"What do you think of this one?" My mother's voice broke me from my daydream.
"It's nice, Mom," I said.
As instructed, I went into the changing room and tried on the shirt. It fit well and I pulled it off and put my t-shirt back on. I walked out of the dressing room, telling my mother that it fit just fine. We found a couple more shirts and eventually a sales associate to ring up our purchase.
"David, I need to go buy something. Can we meet back here in thirty minutes?" My mother smiled at me.
"Sure, Mom."
I watched her as she walked away, her hips swaying slightly. I probably stared too long at my mother. I felt my stomach rumble, so I decided that a pretzel and something to drink would be a good idea. I was sitting in one of the chairs in the middle of the mall when my mom texted me that she was done. I responded telling her where I was sitting. Saying that she would meet me there, I watched people as I finished the last pretzel bite.
In a few minutes I saw my mom walking towards me, her hips swaying ever so slightly. In her hand she held a little pink and white shopping bag. I instantly recognized the bag and the store it came from. I wondered if my Mom needed to buy another pair of panties because she'd given me a pair the night before. "Let's go, David. The Mall is getting crowded and I want to get into the pool." Mom smiled at me as she headed towards the exit.
The next two weeks were strange. I went back to my normal life as the days passed since fucking my mom. The final week of football practice and summer vacation seemed to pass too quickly. Each afternoon I became more infatuated with my mother. It didn't help when she'd come into the living room wearing workout clothes or her bikini.
At night I'd lay in bed naked watching MILF porn and stroking my cock. Eventually, I'd turn off the computer and stroke my dick with both hands, thinking about my mom until I blew my load into a t-shirt.
The Saturday before school started, I took Becky out to dinner and a movie. On the way back to her house, she started fondling my dick through my shorts. Eventually she pulled it out and started sucking on it. As I drove with my left hand, my right hand slid over her ass, pulling up her skirt. I was surprised, when my fingers didn't find any fabric and plunged into her tight pussy.
She pulled her mouth off my cock long enough to tell me to head to our favorite spot. It was a dead-end road on the far side of the park. There was never any traffic around and it was well hidden, thus a good place to fuck. In ten minutes, I was pulling Becky's top off, freeing her C cups as she fumbled putting a condom on me.
She climbed onto my lap, thrusting a nipple into my hungry mouth. Her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, then she guided it to the entrance of her pussy. I felt the grip of her pussy as she slid down my shaft. I thrust up into my girlfriend as she cried out in pleasure.
It felt different fucking her. The condom made the experience different than the feel of naked flesh I'd experienced with my mother. After her first orgasm we changed positions and I was soon behind my girlfriend, fucking her doggy style.
Becky has the mouth of a filthy porn star. It hypnotizes me each time we fuck. Soon I was close to cumming and I told her. She screamed out that she wanted me to blow my load in her mouth. It took a few awkward movements on both of our parts but soon I was fucking her mouth.
As I looked down at my girlfriend, nearly naked, I blew my load in her mouth. To her credit, Becky took my entire load down her throat without spilling a drop.
We talked for a few minutes as we got dressed and I eventually drove her home. It was midnight when we kissed goodnight at her door. I jumped into the truck, knowing that I'd miss my curfew, but not caring.
Arriving back at the house, I grabbed something to drink and a few cookies. I walked up the stairs and was about to head into my room when I heard the noise. It was the now familiar creek of my parents' bed and the sounds of them fucking. I could feel my dick getting hard as I imagined my mother being bent over while I fuck her. I resigned to stroking my cock while thinking of my mom.
The first week of school passed by slowly. We really didn't have any homework the first couple of days, but soon my chemistry instructor was going on about electrons and compounds. Football practice moved to the afternoons and by Thursday the coach was talking about game plans. Life kind of returned to normal. Well, as normal as one can get minus thinking about fucking your own mother.
We won the first football game by ten points. I made a great play to end the first half, stopping a quarterback sneak and forcing the other team to settle for a field goal. My parents congratulated me after the game on how well I played. I was rewarded for my excellent play later in the evening by Becky at our quiet spot.
Saturday was filled with house chores and homework. My sisters got done with their chores first and soon they and their friends were hanging out by the pool. As I was putting away the mower, my mother walked in and headed to her office, saying something about a meeting with a team in India.
It was later in the evening that my family met around the dinner table. We each talked about our day and what our plans were for the evening. My father said that he and his friends were going to play poker.
"The girls and I are getting together to play Bunko." My mother took a bite of chicken after smiling at all of us.
My dick got hard. I wondered if my mother was going to play dice or go back to the adult bookstore. I remembered that I still needed to throw away my Mom's panties.
"Kids, I'm going," Mom yelled up the stairs at my sisters and me.
I got up from my desk, stuck my head out of my bedroom, and told my mother I'd heard her. It was a little after seven and she was heading out to her dice game with her friends. I sat back down in my desk chair and thought about my Mom. I envisioned her and her friends going to the bookstore to suck on strange cocks.
My dick was starting to get hard thinking about my mother. I closed my eyes and imagined her and the PTA president on their knees sucking cock. I imagined my mother stripping out of her clothes and backing into my dick stuck through the wall. I was getting hard and started unzipping my pants to jerk off when my phone buzzed.
It was a text message from Becky. She said that her soccer game was delayed due to the weather and that she won't be back until close to midnight. She wanted to know if it was okay to cancel our date and if I could still pick her up at the school. We exchanged a few more messages and I agreed to pick her up at midnight. I wished her luck and told her that I will see her soon.
I was just about to pull my cock out and start stroking when it dawned on me — I still had the invitation.
I opened my desk drawer and fished around the back of it until I found the card. Looking at it, I considered the opportunities that it presented. I could use it to get my dick sucked by my mother and maybe fuck her again.
The angel on my right shoulder reminded me that I should have thrown the invitation out the day after I'd fucked my mom. The devil on my left shoulder whispered in my ear that I should take the invitation and go. My mind raced through the morality of having sex with my mother. The angel on my shoulder almost won, but in the end, I grabbed the invitation and headed out the door.
I told my dad that I was heading out with the guys and about picking up Becky from the school. Dad said he too is leaving, going to his poker game and to make certain that I texted my mom that I'd be late. I said goodbye and jumped into my truck.
I stopped to get something to eat, so I got to the bookstore a little after eight. Like the first time, I parked in the back of the motel parking lot. I backed my truck in so I could look across the street to the bookstore. I pulled my food out of the bag and waited.
Cars went in and out of the parking lot, but it was a little after 8:30 when the silver SUV pulled in and four women got out. As they walked across the parking lot, I recognized the PTA president, the woman who'd given me the invitation two weeks ago, and my mother. I didn't recognize the fourth woman, but my Mom was definitely looking hot in a short skirt and heels. My dick started to thicken as I watched my Mom and her friends head into the bookstore.
I figured I had about twenty minutes to waste, so I finished my food. That gave the opportunity for the angel on my right shoulder to tell me that I should leave. At this point the devil on my other shoulder didn't need to say a thing because the head between my legs was thinking for the rest of me.
At the appointed time, I jumped out of the truck and headed over to the bookstore. I followed a guy about my age through the door. The beautiful young woman behind the counter said hello to us and like last time asked to see ID. The guy in front of me seemed nervous and said that he forgot his ID in the car. Then he mumbled something and headed towards the exit.
I, on the other hand, whipped out my license like it was a ticket to a carnival ride. The woman smiled when I pulled the invitation out of my back pocket. She winked at me, as if knowing that I'd been there before, which I had. Like before, she handed me a slip of paper with four numbers on it and gave me directions on how to get there. I pretended that I didn't understand, and she pointed me in the direction of the video booths.
Like the previous time, I walked past the booths at the front of the video arcade and one of the doors was cracked open. This time there were two women kneeling at the hole in the wall and kissing. There wasn't a cock coming through the hole and I wondered if they were just getting started or finishing.
In less than two minutes I was opening the door to booth eighteen. I walked in and I was the third guy in the room. Both guys looked to be about my age, one black and one white. They looked at me and I held up the invitation. Each of them did the same thing, holding up an invitation. I checked my watch and it was just turning nine.
I figured that there were supposed to be four of us, since that's how many invitations were given out last time. It dawned on me that by showing up, I would be the fifth cock. I was starting to get worried that other guys would show up when the PTA president stuck her hand through the hole in the wall. The other guys had no idea who owned the mystery hand, but I did.
"Come on boys, let's see those cocks." It was my mother asking for cock this time.
I heard the sound of the lesbian movie in our booth and female grunts on the other side of the wall. I suspected the grunts and moans were coming from my mom's friends. The three of us looked at each other. I made the first move, unzipping my shorts and pulling my cock out. It was almost hard when I guided it to the waiting hand of the PTA president.
Like before, I was pulled to the wall by my dick as each of the women took about thirty seconds to suck my cock. I tried to recall which mouth belonged to my mother. I knew she'd sucked my dick at some point because after two minutes I was pushed back away from the wall. I knew what that meant so I backed away, making room for another of the guys.