Chapter 01.2
The other white kid pulled out his dick and walked up to the wall. He moaned loudly when they started sucking his cock. He was a little more vocal than me, telling us how good it felt. When he pulled back from the wall, he kept saying that it felt great getting his dick sucked.
The black kid pulled out his dick and walked over to the wall. He was about as tall as me and built like a football player. I thought I recognized him as a receiver from a rival high school. He proceeded to stick his dick through the wall. "Oh fuck yeah. White mom head." He winked at us as we stoked our cocks.
Like the two of before, they must have switched off who was sucking his dick. He commented that one of them was trying to deepthroat him. Then I heard the brunette from the grocery store say that he has a 'big black cock'. At the end of two minutes, he too was pushed away from the wall.
Now, I know that my dick is big, as all of my prior girlfriends have said that. At over nine inches long, I'm better than average. This black kid however was bigger than me. He was at least an inch, maybe two, longer and had the girth of a pop can. I've seen enough porn in the last couple of weeks to know that this guy's dick could be in the movies.
Even though it was technically my turn, the white kid walked up to the wall again and that's when the fun started. The blow jobs got longer and the voices through the wall told us how slutty the women were on the other side of the hole. The kid on the wall was there for about five minutes.
In that time, I heard my mother's voice, the PTA president, and the woman from the grocery store. I also heard the fourth voice, which I couldn't place. It sounded familiar, so I wondered if it was one of Mom's friends.
It was my turn again, so I walked up to the wall. A pair of soft lips ran down my shaft. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that it was my Mom sucking my cock. Her big breasts pulled out from her top, swinging back and forth.
The mouth was gone and soon a tongue was licking the underside of my shaft. Again, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what my Mom would look like naked, licking my dick like it was an ice cream cone. It turned out to be another woman, since I heard my mom call her Breanne. She was either the woman from the grocery store or the mystery woman.
Two more mouths attacked my cock. Each time I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what my mother would look like doing whatever the woman on the other side of the wall was doing. At one point I had to pull back because I felt myself starting to climb too fast to an orgasm. As soon as I pulled back from the wall, the black kid stuck his massive dick through the wall.
This went on for almost an hour. Each of us took turns at the hole, each one coming close to blowing our loads but pulling back before reaching the point of no return. I'd just finished my turn at the hole, when the black kid again stuck his dick through the wall. He was there for about a minute and then his face cringed.
"Mandy, you big cock fucking slut!"
My heart skipped a beat. The black kid looked us and said he was fucking one of them. My heart sank.
"Fucking Christ...he's huge." It was my mother's voice.
As the black cock pulled back from the wall, I saw a pair of pink panties tied around the base of his shaft. He thrusted his hips forward again, plunging his massive tool deep into my mother, who cried out again. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of my mother getting fucked by the black kid.
The other kid and I watched and listened for the next several minutes as my mother screamed through multiple orgasms. The black kid must have been closer to orgasm than I thought. He started picking up his pace, a true sign that he needed to empty his balls. His grunts and my mother's proclamation to the almighty were seconds apart. He grunted and thrust his hips forward several more times. The cheers from the women on the other side of the wall drowned out the kid's grunts.
As he pulled back his black shaft, it was covered in white cream. I couldn't tell if it was my mother's cum or his own or a combination of the two.
"Let me eat that, Mandy." It was the PTA president, offering to eat the cum out of my mom's pussy.
The first kid walked up to the wall again. He smiled at us as he enjoyed having his cock sucked. I on the other hand looked at the black kid as he pulled his cock back. Our eyes met and he smiled. "That's my first MILF pussy." The smile on his face was a mile wide.
I smiled back and quietly congratulated him. Inside I was conflicted and a little jealous. He'd been given the opportunity to have my mother's panties tied around his cock and then to fuck her. I wanted those panties. I watched as the kid pulled my mother's panties off his dick and wipe it down with the pink fabric. It took another minute or two to start to deflate, but the black kid's dick soon hung limp between his legs.
The other kid cried out, "She's swallowing my load!"
It was my turn, so I approached the wall. I'd hoped my mother would again take my dick. I was still hard and ready for more action. I felt lips on my cock, but it wasn't my mother. I heard her voice call out to Breanne to eat her pussy. I felt a different mouth on me, forceful and deliberate. The blowjob lasted another minute.
"Rachel...let me at it." It was my mother's voice.
My heart raced with anticipation of my mother's mouth on my cock again. As her hand grabbed it, I anticipated her soft lips sliding over the swollen helmet of my dick. Instead, she backed her dripping cunt back over my shaft. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself.
"Mandy, you are such a big cock whore! Are you bringing Jake home two loads tonight?" It was the mystery woman's voice.
My mother moaned as I thrust in and out of her. She grunted a couple of times, then said, "Well if you cock sucking sluts had any sense, you'd let this big cock fuck you as well."
"Fine," the mystery woman said, "move over, slut." Suddenly my mother's pussy no longer engulfed my cock. A hand grasped my dick and suddenly I was forced into a much tighter pussy. It's not that my mom's pussy is loose by any standard, but this pussy was just fucking tight. She was as tight as the girl I'd lost my virginity to, but there was no way this woman could have been a virgin. "FUCKING CHRIST," she said.
I thrust into her and imagined my mom watching, but not knowing that it was her own son fucking her friend.
"GOOD FUCKING LORD!" the mystery woman cried out. "THIS IS FUCKING HUGE."
I thrust deeper and faster into the pussy on the other side of the wall. My mother told the woman that she'll never want to go back to her husband's small dick again. After fucking her hard for about two minutes, her pussy clenched down on my dick like a vice. She screamed out, as if she were in pain.
The actual pain was in my dick as she pulled it down with her body weight. My mother and her friends were saying something about her legs giving out and helping her up. Soon I could feel nothing on my cock but the warm air of the booth on the other side.
"Let me have that again." It was my mother's voice.
Soon I felt the warm embrace of a pussy caressing my dick again. I was balls deep again in my mother, buried in the very pussy I'd dreamed about for the last two weeks.
I started picking up the pace, thrusting against the wall. I looked over at the other two guys. Both were watching, holding their flaccid cocks. I closed my eyes and imagined my mother naked except for her heels. Her pussy was already overflowing with the other kid's cum.
"FUCKING HELL!" she cried out as her pussy clenched down on my cock.
I must have fucked my mom for ten minutes. She cried out several times and swore that she needed more cum. Her latest pussy-clenching orgasm was the hardest and longest by far. As her pussy clenched my dick, it pushed me past the point of no return. My pace of thrusting picked up and I was breathing heavy.
"FUCKING CHRIST, HE'S GOING TO BLOW!" My mother must have sensed how close I was.
Like the first time, I bit my lip and thrust myself into her pussy and unleashed a torrent of seed deep into her. I pulled my hips back and then pushed forward as another jet of semen shot into my mom. My cock spasmed a few more times, with each one shooting seed deep into her. The entire time, she cried out how much she loves young cock.
Warm air hit my cock again. The PTA president offered to eat my cum out of my mom's pussy. My mother called her a 'cum whore' and then she moaned. My attention was pulled away from the sounds of my mother, drawn back to the warm mouth and tongue on my shaft. I realized that the other two women were cleaning off my cock.
I looked back at the other two guys and both of them were putting their shorts back on. They looked like they were getting ready to leave, so I didn't feel guilty about keeping my dick through the hole. The door clicked open and the two guys left the room. I checked my watch and it was just before eleven.
My dick was still hard, so the hungry mouths on the other side of the wall kept sucking. The mystery voice mentioned something about me lasting longer than other guys. Then I felt my dick being forced back into the mystery woman with the vice-like pussy. Oh fuck, I thought to myself.
As I started fucking her, the other ladies encouraged her to fuck my dick. My mother called her friend a big cock slut.
"Fuck me, stud — pound my pussy." The woman said it over and over again.
I thrust my hips towards and away from the wall. I could feel myself start to sweat from the exercise, as I thrust in and out of her. Her pussy felt glorious as it spasmed around my cock. Unlike the last time, she was able to stand upright as her pussy and likely her whole body shook with multiple orgasms.
I couldn't restrain myself when I heard my Mom encourage her friend to take my load.
"FILL MY CUNT...FUUCCCK." The mystery woman begged for more. That was all I needed as I bit my lip again and unleashed another torrent of seed into her. "FUCKING SHIT," she cried out at the top of her lungs. "HE'S CUMMING."
A cheer erupted in the other booth. My mom asked her friend if it felt good. The mystery woman said yes and then she screamed out again as her pussy spasmed around my dick. It was as if her greedy fuck hole was trying to milk me for every lost drop of sperm that I had.
Eventually, my dick was freed from her fuck hole and lathered with kisses. My mother and her friends were talking, laughing, and making out. I pulled my cock out of the hole.
"Is there anyone else left?" It was the PTA president.
I didn't respond, as I didn't want to be heard. Frankly, I was out of breath and couldn't have said much even if I wanted to. I listened as my mom and her friends chatted for a few minutes. They must have been putting on their clothes because someone commented that my Mom always loses a pair of panties when she goes out with the girls.
I sat in the corner, suddenly realizing there was a folding chair there. I heard the door open and then finally close as they left. I listened to the sound of high heels on the tile floor. The room was silent except for the voice of blonde porn stars on the screen. They were talking, in what was likely the start of another movie.
I sat there catching my breath for another couple of minutes. I wanted to give my Mom and her friends time to leave the bookstore. I eventually pulled on my shorts and t-shirt and cautiously opened the door. The dimly lit hallway was empty, so I headed to the exit door. I slowly opened the door to the rest of the video arcade poking my head through to see if there was anyone in the hallway. I was in luck since there was no one there and none of the doors appeared to be opened. I cautiously walked into the main part of the store, hoping my Mom was gone. The only people in the store besides the clerk were a couple of old men.
I was just walking past the checkout counter when the woman smiled at me. "Have a good time?" she said, cocking an eyebrow at me, to let me know that it was a question.
I smiled at her. "Yeah."
"If you're interested...." She handed me a piece of paper. The handwriting read, "Brandi — 281-373-1497," and there was a smiley face and a heart in purple ink.
I looked at it and her. I told her that I'd think about it. I could feel myself blush, as the clerk smiled at me again. "Bye," I said, and I walked out the front door.
The parking lot was empty, so I jogged across the street to my waiting truck. I pulled out of the motel and headed to the highway. Along the way I stopped at a convenience store for a sports drink and some chips. I finally made it to my high school just before midnight. I admit to speeding, since I was a little late in leaving the bookstore. I pulled into the parking lot five minutes before the bus arrived. There were probably two-dozen parents waiting for the soccer team to come back.
When they did, I got out and grabbed Becky's bag of gear as she got off the bus. She told me that they'd lost on penalty kicks, but that she had an assist on a goal. My girlfriend looked tired, so I didn't say much when she curled up against the door of my truck and drifted off to sleep.
As I drove her home, I thought about the bookstore. I wondered if I still had the scent of sex on me. If I did, my girlfriend didn't mention it or didn't notice. After ten minutes, I pulled into Becky's driveway. I grabbed her gear out of the back of the truck and walked her to her front door. I kissed her goodnight and then she was gone.
As I drove home, all I could think about was blowing my load in my mother and her friend. I pulled into the driveway and shut off the truck. I opened the front door quietly, but not like I was sneaking in. I poked my head in the garage and both of my parents' cars were parked inside. Since my eldest sister's car was gone, I figured that she was over at her friends.
I crept up the stairs, not wanting to make any noise. At the top of the stairs, I heard the creaking noise in my parents' room. It took a few seconds, but I soon recognized the creaking sound of a bed being used for sex.
My mother is fucking whore, was the first thing that raced through my mind. First, she cheats on my dad and then she comes home and fucks him after getting two loads of cum blasted into her pussy. I didn't really want to listen to the sounds of my parents fucking. I was tired.
I retreated into my bedroom and crawled under the covers. Surprisingly, I didn't need to jerk off that night, and soon found myself falling asleep.
The next week at school was like the last. The only difference was that Becky had two soccer games, the first on Wednesday with her league team and the other on Friday afternoon. I ended up spending the entire day at the school. I watched Becky score the winning goal and then got on the bus to head to the football game. We didn't do as well as the soccer team, losing by a touchdown. I played well, even sacked the quarterback once. However, our pass protection was bad, and the game was lost in the final two minutes on a deep pass.
By the time we made it back to the school, it was almost eleven. Both Becky and I agreed that we should cancel our post-game fuck until the next night, but we never did because the next night Becky's grandma got really ill and her family headed out to Dallas early the next morning.
Eventually, I started back into a normal routine — classes, football practice, and going out with Becky.
At home it was different than before. I couldn't help but look at my mom and daydream about her sucking my cock. On more than one occasion, I'd notice that she tended to bend at the waist while in the kitchen. That would instantly make my mind wander to dark places where I'd fuck her while bent over the dining room table.
It didn't help that the PTA president kept coming over to work on the fundraising drive with my mom. I'd see the big diamond ring on her hand and my dick would start getting hard. I seemed to recall from my science class that a scientist had done an experiment with dogs and conditioned responses. I kind of chuckled to myself one time it got hard, thinking, I truly am a dog in heat.
The following weekend, my parents went out together on Friday and Saturday nights. On Friday they went out for dinner and then a movie. On Saturday they said they were going dancing and told my sisters and me to be home before our curfew.
Friday night, Becky and I went out with her cousins to a movie after my football game. Saturday, however, I ended up taking Becky to our favorite spot and fucking her. As I was pounding my girlfriend from behind, all I could think about was how different it felt from fucking my mother. Becky was tighter, having not given birth to three kids. It must be how the condom got in the way of the pure lust I had fucking my mother.
The next week was especially trying as my mother took two days off work at the end of the week. One day, I came home from school to find her wearing a tiny bikini, sitting by the pool. I had to hold my bookbag in front of me to hide the tent in my shorts. The fabric hid enough of her boobs, but not enough to prevent me from sinking into a daydream about them bouncing as I fucked her from behind.
At night though, after I finished my homework, it was a different story. I'd tell my folks that I was heading up to bed and then disappear into my room. Over the last month I'd found incest porn all over the internet. Memes of mothers and sons, point-of-view videos of mothers taking their sons' cocks and stories of family lust. I imagined my mother doing all the things on the internet as I stroked my cock. I'd gotten to the point where I could stroke myself and blow my load and not get soft.
As Friday came, we played a cross-town rival at our school. We easily won the game and I made another tipped pass interception. I didn't manage to score, but I did run it back for ten yards. As I drove home after the game, Becky gave me her special reward blowjob for intercepting the pass. I wanted to fuck her, but she needed to get home early as she had to leave for a weekend soccer tournament in San Antonio.
Saturday was much the same as the weekend prior. I mowed the lawn and the PTA president came over to discuss how the fundraising was coming along. As I pushed to mower around the back yard with a hardon, I wondered if my mother and her friends were going out.
Then, that night, "I'm going out with my friends tonight," Mom said.
I must have looked like a fool, as I couldn't do anything but smile.
"The guys and I are playing poker again. I won't be home until after midnight since it's going to be a big game," Dad said.
This time the only person sitting on my shoulder was the little devil reminding me how good my mother's pussy felt wrapped around my dick. The two hours between dinner and me leaving seemed to drag on. I watched TV instead of hiding in my room. I knew that if I hid in my room, I'd end up beating off and I wanted to save it for real pussy — my mother's pussy.
I left at half-past seven, stopping to pick up a snack. Again, I pulled into the motel parking lot. And again, I backed into the spot I'd parked before. I ate my burrito and waited. It was about fifteen minutes before my mother and her friends pulled into the parking lot. I waited until five minutes to nine before climbing out of my truck.
After running across the street, I entered the store. The salesclerk was busy with another customer, so I kind of smiled at her and waved the invitation and headed back to the booths. I'd kept the piece of paper the clerk gave me last time. I'd worked on memorizing the numbers as I drove to the bookstore: 4 - 1 - 0 - 9.
I kept repeating the numbers in my head until I stood in front of the door with the lock. I pushed the numbers into the keypad and heard the door lock click. I opened the door, really not worried that anyone would see me, certain that my mother and her friends were making out with each other as they waited for the clock to strike nine.
I walked in the booth and there were four guys already inside. I pulled the invitation out of my pocket when another guy held up his. He asked, "What are we supposed to do?" I recognized the guy as from a rival school. I think I'd played baseball against him last Spring.
"This is a glory hole," another guy said. "We're supposed to stick our dicks through the hole in the wall." He pointed to the hole in the wall.
"How do you know?" another asked.
The guy who'd pointed at the wall said, "Don't you watch porn?"
One of the guys stood in the corner looking nervous. Like me, he had not said a word since entering the booth. Like a school bell signaling the start of class, my watch chimed the nine o'clock hour and the hand of the PTA president emerged through the hole in the wall.
As the first guy pulled out his dick and stuck it through the wall, I started to worry. I wondered if the woman that hands out the invitations hands out more than four at a time. I wondered if I'd be caught if there were suddenly five dicks going through the hole instead of four. Luckily, I didn't have to worry. The quiet guy in the corner suddenly walked out the door, mumbling to himself.
Like the previous times, the first round was a few minutes of cock sucking for each of us. The guy that pointed out the glory hole, went second. Mr. Glory Hole would not shut up about getting his cock sucked by older women. I went last, since I'd gotten there last. It also gave me a change to size up my competition. Last time the black kid with the monster cock got my mother's panties. I wanted to see if I was going to get them this time. As the third guy backed away, I saw that I had the largest dick in the room, so I was certain to be the one to fuck my mom.
I could tell when my mother was sucking my dick. All of her friends commented that they'd gotten lucky and recruited a big dick again. The PTA president commented that it was three times in a row they'd been so lucky.
"I LOVE BIG FUCKING DICKS." It was my mother.
Like before, I was pushed back. The first guy stuck his dick back through the hole for longer oral sex. Over the next hour, Mr. Glory Hole would not shut up about getting his dick sucked or watching the rest of us ram our cocks into MILFs. Frankly, it got annoying, but thankfully he shut up when he lost all control and blew his load into the mouth of one of my mom's friends.
When it was my turn, I felt warm mouths across my cock. Then I felt something cupping my balls and then cutting off the circulation at the base of my cock.
"She's fucking at it again. Mandy, you big cock slut."
Like before, my mother's hand grasped my cock as she guided it to her pussy. I closed my eyes and imagined her bent over doggy style as my cock slid into her. The guys in the booth let out a kind of a cheer when I shook my head yes when asked if I was fucking one of them.
I lasted about fifteen minutes before I blew my load deep into my mother. Eager mouths licked my mom's juices off my shaft. I backed away from the hole, my dick still rigid and adorned with a red satin G-string.
The guys took another round at the hole, each one calling out as they shot their load down the throat of my mother or one of her friends.
I stuck my dick through the hole again, and the women commented that I was still hard. Like before, a warm mouth and then a wet pussy engulfed my cock. This time, the PTA president said that she wanted some of my cock. I closed my eyes and pictured her bent over holding a tray of cookies while I fucked her. I fucked her through several orgasms.
Suddenly, her pussy was gone, and I could feel nothing on my cock. Then a hand wrapped around the base of my dick and I felt myself being wedged into a super tight pussy. It was the mystery woman.
I must have fucked her through at least four orgasms — she cried out and tried to break off my dick with her pelvic muscles that many times. Then, after her last scream, I felt my dick release from her tight grip.
I was out of breath, when my mother backed into my cock again. I knew it was her when I heard her say that she wanted another load of cum. I caught my second wind. I rocked my hips back and forth, sawing my cock into my mother's wet hole.
It wasn't long before Mom cried out in pleasure. "This is so fucking good," she kept saying over and over again. A second, third, and fourth orgasm made my mother's pussy convulse. Each time she proclaimed how good it was. "FUCKING GIVE ME YOUR SEED, STUD!" my mother shouted at the top of her lungs.
That was all I needed to break the dam. I pumped into her twice more and I knew there was no turning back. The next thrust unleashed a torrent of seed deep into my mother. I bit my lip and whimpered, as my load shot into her.
"FUCKING HELL," my mother said. "FUCKING HELL. FUCKING HELL." The last of my load flooded my mother's pussy. She held her pussy there for another minute and then pulled away.
Like before, warm mouths lavished my still-hard cock with kisses. My mother's friends laughed as they told her how good her pussy tasted with my cum dripping from it.
"Thanks, boys," the PTA president said. "Have a good night."
I looked at my watch — it was after eleven. Each of us looked at each other. We started to pull on our shorts and t-shirts. I sat in the chair in the corner and tried to catch my breath. The guys left, closing the door behind them. I sat there quietly and listened to my mother and her friends.
"Can you believe that one boy's dick? It's about nine inches long and fucking thick."
I smiled to myself as I realized they were talking about me.
"Yeah, and he can cum like a prized bull." The southern bell voice told me that it was the woman I'd met in the grocery store.
My mother and her friends got dressed and left. I sat there for a few more minutes and then started getting dressed myself. I was proud of just having fucked my own mother and her friends. I guess it helped that they all kept raving about the size of my dick and how I was able to shoot two loads of cum so quickly. I walked out of the video arcade and was just about to leave the store, when the woman behind the counter looked at me and smiled.
"Did you have fun?" She winked at me. I must have turned about three shades of red because she said that I had nothing to be ashamed of. "Except that you never called me." Her smile was warm.
Oh fuck, I thought. "I lost your number," I lied. "It's Brandi, right?"
"Yeah. Let me write it down again for you." She scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
"I'll give you a call." The truth was that I had thought about calling her a couple of times. I still had her number tucked into the back of my desk, next to the invitation. I'd figured that I would pull it out and call her sometime.
I walked out of the adult bookstore into the warm Houston evening. It was still hot enough that I could feel the difference between the air-conditioned bookstore and the humid evening. I walked across the street slowly, my lust satisfied and my mother's panties in my pocket.
I got home a few minutes before midnight to find my sisters watching movies with their friends, who apparently were spending the night. I grabbed a drink and was just about to head upstairs when my father walked in the door. He said that he's won fifty dollars playing poker and held up some money for us to see.
I talked with my Dad for a few minutes, until I heard the garage door open. It must be my mother, so I excused myself. I didn't know if I wreaked of perfume and sex, so I didn't want to give my mother the opportunity to smell me.
Once in the bedroom, I emptied my pockets, pulling out my mother's G-string. I held it for a minute, still damp from her pussy and my seed. I opened my sock drawer and put it in the back with her other underwear.
The next week passed by like most school weeks. I went to classes and football practice. At home things were normal, well as normal as they could be knowing that my mother was a cock whore who was cheating on my father. I seemed to forget about the cheating piece, especially when I caught glimpses of her dressed for the gym or going out to our pool.
I watched Becky's game on Thursday and then she watched me play on Friday. I made a great play during the game, intercepting a tipped pass and running it back for a touchdown. That play earned me a blowjob, which my girlfriend happily gave me on the drive back to her house.
The next night Becky cancelled our date. She said that she and her girlfriends were meeting her friend Heidi's aunt at her house in Baytown. She apologized but said that it was a last-minute girl's night and asked if I would be okay cancelling. I said I was.
I decided to call the woman from the adult store, but it went to voicemail. I left a message and my number. She eventually called back but apologized, saying that she had to work a double shift. In the end, I met up with the guys and had a few beers that someone had stolen out of their parents' outside fridge. I got home a little after midnight, finding my parents watching the end of some movie.
Part way through the school week, I was working on my chemistry homework and college applications when the unexpected happened. It was almost eleven in the evening when my phone chimed: David...I know you are awake. Please come to my office. The text message was from my mother.
I wondered what Mom wanted so late in the evening and why she didn't just come up to my room on her way to bed. I didn't think too much about it as I pulled on a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals. I went downstairs and into the garage.
The door to Mom's office was closed, so I knocked. My mother said to come in, so I turned the knob and walked in. "Hi, Mom, you wanted to see me?" She had a serious look on her face, not her usual warm smile.
I immediately wondered what I could have done wrong. She didn't know that I'd been out drinking with my friends last weekend. It had been more than a week since I'd last visited the adult bookstore, and I was pretty certain that I hadn't been seen or caught. I wasn't in trouble at school.
"Have a seat, young man. We need to talk." My mother pointed to a chair.
"Okay, Mom." I took a seat in the chair and clasped my hands together.
"I waited until your father and sisters were in bed, because this may be a little uncomfortable to talk about."
Oh fuck, my mom knows, I thought to myself. I asked a million questions in my mind, and to each one I answered no. There was no way my mother could know about me and the adult bookstore.
"David, at your age things can sometimes be confusing. Young people are growing and changing in ways that they can't fully comprehend. At times their bodies do things they don't understand. Do you know what I mean?" My mom gave me a serious look that ended with a halfhearted smile.
I was totally confused by what she was saying.
"How is your relationship with Becky?" A concerned look crossed my mother's face. "I haven't seen her around lately."
"Becky and I are fine, Mom. I'm busy with football and she has soccer. She came by two weekends ago, and last weekend she went out with her friends. That's why you haven't seen her lately." It was the truth, which my mother should have known.
Then my mother asked me a question that I never thought she would ask me. She asked if Becky and I were sexually active.
I felt myself blush. I tried to deflect the question and wondered why my mother was asking that question on a Wednesday night at eleven in the evening. I tried to not answer it directly, but I said enough to give the impression that I was intimate with my girlfriend without saying that we fuck.
My mother wasn't giving up on the questions. The next one was even more shocking than the previous one. "David, are you comfortable in your own skin? Are you comfortable with who you are?"
I was totally lost with my mother's questions. First, she asks about my relationship. Then wonders if I'm sexually active. Then she asks if I'm comfortable in my own skin. I didn't know where she was going with the questions and every new question confused me even more.
"Mom, what are you asking me, because you are not making any sense?"
My mother sighed and then looked at me for a moment. I could see that something was going through her mind. There was something on the tip of her tongue that she wanted to say but didn't know how to say it. "David, I was doing laundry today. I decided to be a nice mother and put my son's clothes away. Specifically, I put your underwear and socks away."
"Thanks, Mom. I appreciate you doing that...I think." I wondered what laundry had to do with me having sex with Becky or any of the other crazy questions my mother had asked me.
"I found these in your sock drawer." My mother reached under a pile of papers and pulled out two pairs of women's panties and held them up. "I assume these are mine since I don't allow your sisters to wear them."
OH FUCK, I thought. And then, "Ah...." I couldn't say anything else.
My mother looked at me. "David, are you gay?"
"No!" I almost screamed at my mother.
"Do you wear these?" My mother held her panties up between us.
"No, Mom," I said loudly.
She looked at me, waiting another second before she spoke. "Then tell me, young man, why I found my panties in your sock drawer?" The tone of her voice started to change.
As I looked at her, a million things raced through my mind. I could see my mother getting angrier as she waited for me to answer. The blood was starting to pool in her cheeks and forehead. I don't recall seeing my mom like this in a few years. "I'd prefer not to say, Mom." I hoped that my mother would leave it at that.
"No, you don't get to stay silent on this one. I want to know why in the fuck you have my panties in your sock drawer." My mother was pissed.
I tried to recall the last time I'd heard her cuss in our house. It may have been a few years back when she burned her hand on the gas range while making fajitas, and even then, she'd only said, "Shit." I couldn't recall the last time I'd heard my mother drop the "F-bomb" in the house, let alone cuss at one of her children.
"Tell me right now, mister, or I'm marching upstairs to wake up your father," Mom said. "I'm certain that he would love to hear about this, and then you can explain to him why you have my panties in your sock drawer."
In all of the years of growing up in my family, I recall several times where my mother had threatened to tell our father on me or my sisters. In each case, my mother gave us one warning and then she actually told our dad. I didn't want my father asking hard questions about the panties. I was quickly thinking of a lie that I could tell both of them to explain why I had my mom's panties in a sock drawer. Each lie didn't look that much better than the truth.
"Well?" My mother was getting to the point where she was likely to get up, grab me by the hand, and pull me upstairs to my sleeping father.
"I can explain, Mom." I'd resigned myself to coming clean and telling her the truth. In a millisecond, I realized my opportunities to fuck her and her MILF friends was coming to an end. "Can you give me one minute to explain? I have to go up to my room. I promise to be right back."
I must have looked pitiful as I pleaded for a few minutes' reprieve from telling my father about the panties. "Fine." My mother still looked pissed.
As quickly and quietly as I could, I jogged from mom's office into the house. I took the stairs two at a time as I climbed up to my room. Pulling open my desk drawer, I fished around in the back until I found the invitation given to me several weeks back. My hand shook as I pulled it out of the desk. I wondered if it was too late to make up a lie.
Entering my mother's office a second time, I didn't bother knocking. I had the card in my hand.
Closing the door behind me, I could see my mother's mood had not improved during the two minutes that I was gone. In fact, her face had turned an even darker shade of red. "Well, young man, what do you have to say for yourself now? What was so important that you had to run out? I want you to tell me why you have my panties." My mother folded her arms as she sat in her desk chair.
My voice kind of cracked. "You gave them to me, Mom."
"What?" She looked at me.
"I said, you gave the panties to me, Mom." This time my voice was more certain.
"I did no such thing, young man. Why would I give you my panties? Are you losing your mind?"
I couldn't tell if my mother was serious with the last questions. "No, Mom, I'm not losing my mind. Yes, you did. You gave me your panties." I held up the printed invitation.
My mother looked at it and didn't say anything.
"Technically, you didn't give them to me. You tied them around my cock before fucking me through a hole in the wall."
The blood drained from my mother's face as she looked closer at the invitation. My mother's voice cracked as she asked me to hand it to her. I didn't want to lose my ticket to MILF pussy, but I handed it to my mom anyway. She looked at the invitation, turning it over to see the instructions and the stall number.
"One of your friends gave it to me in the grocery store. I went there after football practice for food and that's when I met her." My words trailed off.
My mother stared at the card in her right hand. She held up her panties in her left hand. Her head went back and forth, looking at the invitation and looking at the panties. "You have two pairs...." That is all my mother said before looking up at me.
"Yeah." I probably shouldn't have smiled at her, but I did. "Mom, I—"
"Get out!" My mother looked like she was about ready to cry.
Her anger passed and it appeared that she was in shock. She mumbled twice more for me to leave her office. I didn't want to, but I could quickly see her mood was starting to change so I walked out the door.
In my room, I wondered what I'd just done. Had I ruined my relationship with my mother? My mind raced for hours as I pondered what had transpired in my mom's office. It was a little after one in the morning when I heard her quietly open my door and look in on me. I pretended to be asleep. I wondered if she'd spent the last few hours crying in her office. It was a little after two when I finally fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning, groggy from having slept only four hours. I walked into the kitchen and found my sisters and mother in the kitchen. I grabbed my car keys, only making eye contact with my mother briefly. She turned away. I said that I would grab some coffee on the way to school because I was late for an early meeting with a few classmates to go over a history paper. My mother mumbled something to me and then I walked out of the door.
School was next to impossible to stay focused on. The history teacher had to ask me a question three times before I finally acknowledged her. Becky texted me to meet her for lunch, but I said that I had to do something in the library. In reality, I just sat in the corner of the library recalling what had happened the previous night.
It didn't get much better when I got home from practice. Mom was in the kitchen. She barely looked at me as I grabbed a bite to eat before dinner. I went up to my room and pulled out my homework. I was deep into a chemistry problem when my dad knocked and stuck his head into my bedroom. "Dinner is ready." Dad looked at me.
I told my father that I wasn't hungry and that I had homework that I needed to finish. We chatted for a moment and I assured him that I was feeling well. In the end, I avoided eating with my family and finished my homework. I even started a project that I normally would have procrastinated starting for at least two more weeks. I got about halfway through it when I finally felt tired enough to head off to bed.
I woke up Friday with a rumble in my empty stomach. Again, I avoided my mother and sisters in the kitchen, but as I left for school, "I'll see you at the game tonight." It was my mother. She gave me the briefest smile and then turned away from me.
I didn't know how to acknowledge my mother's comment. "Yeah," I said, and then walked out the door.
Like the day before, I barely paid attention in school. However, once I was on the football field, my brain started to function properly. We won and my parents met me in the parking lot afterward. Dad was really excited about the game and my mother congratulated me. I don't know if my dad sensed it, the tension between mom and me. It was the longest conversation we'd had since the night in her office.
I walked into the locker room, sweaty and dirty. We'd beaten the other team by twenty-one points, but it didn't feel the same. Becky offered me a blowjob on the way back to her house, but I declined. I told her that I was tired and needed to go back home to sleep. I asked her if we could put it off until Saturday night. She kissed me and said that I'd better promise to fuck her instead, since her folks were going to be out of town, and she'd have the house to herself.
I fucked Becky the next evening, but it felt off. I made her cum, but I just didn't have the same enthusiasm that I'd previously had. I know it was wrong, but I thought about my mother as we laid there on Becky's bed, cuddling after we finished. My parents had gone out, saying they were going dancing. I decided that I'd miss my curfew, so I laid with Becky until after midnight and then eventually went home.
The next two weeks were much like the previous week. My mother and I both seemed to find ways to avoid each other. It wasn't until that Saturday evening that my mother finally spoke to me. "David, give me your keys." Mom held out her hand.
I was confused. "What?"
"Give me your keys, young man." She still held out her hand.
I handed my mother my car keys.
"You are grounded for the night." My mother put my keys in her purse.
"What did I do, Mom?"
By this time my sisters had come downstairs. My mother chatted with them for a minute, until both left. My father had left about thirty minutes before, so Mom and I were the only ones still in the house. "You didn't do anything yet. That's why I'm taking your keys. My friends and I are going out and you are staying home." My mother turned on her heels and walked out the door.
Anger washed over me. Why am I being punished? I thought to myself. I stewed for a minute and then realized. It had been four weeks since I last fucked my mother. I guess she must be headed to get some young dick at the adult bookstore, and she didn't want me making an unannounced appearance.
I was supposed to pick Becky up for a date so I ended up texting her that my truck wouldn't start and asked her if she could pick me up instead. In reality, it hadn't occurred to me that my mother might continue to go to the adult bookstore now that her secret was known to someone else.
Sunday was different, my mother actually smiled at me and said hello when I walked into the kitchen. She walked over to her purse and pulled out my car keys and placed them on the counter. I accepted her offer to make me and my sisters waffles. In hindsight, Sunday morning was a turning point because things seemed to return to a near state of normalcy at our house.
It was late on a Tuesday evening and everyone else in the house was in bed. I'd finished up my chemistry homework and I was in bed too, stroking my cock while watching porn when my phone chimed: David, come to my office! The text message was from my mom.
I hadn't been back to her office in more than three weeks. I kind of panicked, since my dick was rock solid and there was no hiding it. The text message from my Mom sent a shiver down my spine and straight to the base of my dick. It wasn't going soft anytime soon, so I put on some shorts and resigned myself to the fact that my mom was going to see a bulge in my clothes.
I knocked on the door of her office and my mom told me to come in. I walked in and found her sitting by her computer. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a sports bra. I remember her saying something about going to the gym after dinner. I immediately noticed the tops of her breasts. I didn't think it could happen, but my dick got harder looking at her sitting there in her office chair.
"We haven't talked much lately." Mom looked at me and smiled.
"I know."
"It's been a little awkward around the house. I think it will help if we talk a little. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, Mom."
The black kid pulled out his dick and walked over to the wall. He was about as tall as me and built like a football player. I thought I recognized him as a receiver from a rival high school. He proceeded to stick his dick through the wall. "Oh fuck yeah. White mom head." He winked at us as we stoked our cocks.
Like the two of before, they must have switched off who was sucking his dick. He commented that one of them was trying to deepthroat him. Then I heard the brunette from the grocery store say that he has a 'big black cock'. At the end of two minutes, he too was pushed away from the wall.
Now, I know that my dick is big, as all of my prior girlfriends have said that. At over nine inches long, I'm better than average. This black kid however was bigger than me. He was at least an inch, maybe two, longer and had the girth of a pop can. I've seen enough porn in the last couple of weeks to know that this guy's dick could be in the movies.
Even though it was technically my turn, the white kid walked up to the wall again and that's when the fun started. The blow jobs got longer and the voices through the wall told us how slutty the women were on the other side of the hole. The kid on the wall was there for about five minutes.
In that time, I heard my mother's voice, the PTA president, and the woman from the grocery store. I also heard the fourth voice, which I couldn't place. It sounded familiar, so I wondered if it was one of Mom's friends.
It was my turn again, so I walked up to the wall. A pair of soft lips ran down my shaft. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that it was my Mom sucking my cock. Her big breasts pulled out from her top, swinging back and forth.
The mouth was gone and soon a tongue was licking the underside of my shaft. Again, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what my Mom would look like naked, licking my dick like it was an ice cream cone. It turned out to be another woman, since I heard my mom call her Breanne. She was either the woman from the grocery store or the mystery woman.
Two more mouths attacked my cock. Each time I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what my mother would look like doing whatever the woman on the other side of the wall was doing. At one point I had to pull back because I felt myself starting to climb too fast to an orgasm. As soon as I pulled back from the wall, the black kid stuck his massive dick through the wall.
This went on for almost an hour. Each of us took turns at the hole, each one coming close to blowing our loads but pulling back before reaching the point of no return. I'd just finished my turn at the hole, when the black kid again stuck his dick through the wall. He was there for about a minute and then his face cringed.
"Mandy, you big cock fucking slut!"
My heart skipped a beat. The black kid looked us and said he was fucking one of them. My heart sank.
"Fucking Christ...he's huge." It was my mother's voice.
As the black cock pulled back from the wall, I saw a pair of pink panties tied around the base of his shaft. He thrusted his hips forward again, plunging his massive tool deep into my mother, who cried out again. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of my mother getting fucked by the black kid.
The other kid and I watched and listened for the next several minutes as my mother screamed through multiple orgasms. The black kid must have been closer to orgasm than I thought. He started picking up his pace, a true sign that he needed to empty his balls. His grunts and my mother's proclamation to the almighty were seconds apart. He grunted and thrust his hips forward several more times. The cheers from the women on the other side of the wall drowned out the kid's grunts.
As he pulled back his black shaft, it was covered in white cream. I couldn't tell if it was my mother's cum or his own or a combination of the two.
"Let me eat that, Mandy." It was the PTA president, offering to eat the cum out of my mom's pussy.
The first kid walked up to the wall again. He smiled at us as he enjoyed having his cock sucked. I on the other hand looked at the black kid as he pulled his cock back. Our eyes met and he smiled. "That's my first MILF pussy." The smile on his face was a mile wide.
I smiled back and quietly congratulated him. Inside I was conflicted and a little jealous. He'd been given the opportunity to have my mother's panties tied around his cock and then to fuck her. I wanted those panties. I watched as the kid pulled my mother's panties off his dick and wipe it down with the pink fabric. It took another minute or two to start to deflate, but the black kid's dick soon hung limp between his legs.
The other kid cried out, "She's swallowing my load!"
It was my turn, so I approached the wall. I'd hoped my mother would again take my dick. I was still hard and ready for more action. I felt lips on my cock, but it wasn't my mother. I heard her voice call out to Breanne to eat her pussy. I felt a different mouth on me, forceful and deliberate. The blowjob lasted another minute.
"Rachel...let me at it." It was my mother's voice.
My heart raced with anticipation of my mother's mouth on my cock again. As her hand grabbed it, I anticipated her soft lips sliding over the swollen helmet of my dick. Instead, she backed her dripping cunt back over my shaft. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself.
"Mandy, you are such a big cock whore! Are you bringing Jake home two loads tonight?" It was the mystery woman's voice.
My mother moaned as I thrust in and out of her. She grunted a couple of times, then said, "Well if you cock sucking sluts had any sense, you'd let this big cock fuck you as well."
"Fine," the mystery woman said, "move over, slut." Suddenly my mother's pussy no longer engulfed my cock. A hand grasped my dick and suddenly I was forced into a much tighter pussy. It's not that my mom's pussy is loose by any standard, but this pussy was just fucking tight. She was as tight as the girl I'd lost my virginity to, but there was no way this woman could have been a virgin. "FUCKING CHRIST," she said.
I thrust into her and imagined my mom watching, but not knowing that it was her own son fucking her friend.
"GOOD FUCKING LORD!" the mystery woman cried out. "THIS IS FUCKING HUGE."
I thrust deeper and faster into the pussy on the other side of the wall. My mother told the woman that she'll never want to go back to her husband's small dick again. After fucking her hard for about two minutes, her pussy clenched down on my dick like a vice. She screamed out, as if she were in pain.
The actual pain was in my dick as she pulled it down with her body weight. My mother and her friends were saying something about her legs giving out and helping her up. Soon I could feel nothing on my cock but the warm air of the booth on the other side.
"Let me have that again." It was my mother's voice.
Soon I felt the warm embrace of a pussy caressing my dick again. I was balls deep again in my mother, buried in the very pussy I'd dreamed about for the last two weeks.
I started picking up the pace, thrusting against the wall. I looked over at the other two guys. Both were watching, holding their flaccid cocks. I closed my eyes and imagined my mother naked except for her heels. Her pussy was already overflowing with the other kid's cum.
"FUCKING HELL!" she cried out as her pussy clenched down on my cock.
I must have fucked my mom for ten minutes. She cried out several times and swore that she needed more cum. Her latest pussy-clenching orgasm was the hardest and longest by far. As her pussy clenched my dick, it pushed me past the point of no return. My pace of thrusting picked up and I was breathing heavy.
"FUCKING CHRIST, HE'S GOING TO BLOW!" My mother must have sensed how close I was.
Like the first time, I bit my lip and thrust myself into her pussy and unleashed a torrent of seed deep into her. I pulled my hips back and then pushed forward as another jet of semen shot into my mom. My cock spasmed a few more times, with each one shooting seed deep into her. The entire time, she cried out how much she loves young cock.
Warm air hit my cock again. The PTA president offered to eat my cum out of my mom's pussy. My mother called her a 'cum whore' and then she moaned. My attention was pulled away from the sounds of my mother, drawn back to the warm mouth and tongue on my shaft. I realized that the other two women were cleaning off my cock.
I looked back at the other two guys and both of them were putting their shorts back on. They looked like they were getting ready to leave, so I didn't feel guilty about keeping my dick through the hole. The door clicked open and the two guys left the room. I checked my watch and it was just before eleven.
My dick was still hard, so the hungry mouths on the other side of the wall kept sucking. The mystery voice mentioned something about me lasting longer than other guys. Then I felt my dick being forced back into the mystery woman with the vice-like pussy. Oh fuck, I thought to myself.
As I started fucking her, the other ladies encouraged her to fuck my dick. My mother called her friend a big cock slut.
"Fuck me, stud — pound my pussy." The woman said it over and over again.
I thrust my hips towards and away from the wall. I could feel myself start to sweat from the exercise, as I thrust in and out of her. Her pussy felt glorious as it spasmed around my cock. Unlike the last time, she was able to stand upright as her pussy and likely her whole body shook with multiple orgasms.
I couldn't restrain myself when I heard my Mom encourage her friend to take my load.
"FILL MY CUNT...FUUCCCK." The mystery woman begged for more. That was all I needed as I bit my lip again and unleashed another torrent of seed into her. "FUCKING SHIT," she cried out at the top of her lungs. "HE'S CUMMING."
A cheer erupted in the other booth. My mom asked her friend if it felt good. The mystery woman said yes and then she screamed out again as her pussy spasmed around my dick. It was as if her greedy fuck hole was trying to milk me for every lost drop of sperm that I had.
Eventually, my dick was freed from her fuck hole and lathered with kisses. My mother and her friends were talking, laughing, and making out. I pulled my cock out of the hole.
"Is there anyone else left?" It was the PTA president.
I didn't respond, as I didn't want to be heard. Frankly, I was out of breath and couldn't have said much even if I wanted to. I listened as my mom and her friends chatted for a few minutes. They must have been putting on their clothes because someone commented that my Mom always loses a pair of panties when she goes out with the girls.
I sat in the corner, suddenly realizing there was a folding chair there. I heard the door open and then finally close as they left. I listened to the sound of high heels on the tile floor. The room was silent except for the voice of blonde porn stars on the screen. They were talking, in what was likely the start of another movie.
I sat there catching my breath for another couple of minutes. I wanted to give my Mom and her friends time to leave the bookstore. I eventually pulled on my shorts and t-shirt and cautiously opened the door. The dimly lit hallway was empty, so I headed to the exit door. I slowly opened the door to the rest of the video arcade poking my head through to see if there was anyone in the hallway. I was in luck since there was no one there and none of the doors appeared to be opened. I cautiously walked into the main part of the store, hoping my Mom was gone. The only people in the store besides the clerk were a couple of old men.
I was just walking past the checkout counter when the woman smiled at me. "Have a good time?" she said, cocking an eyebrow at me, to let me know that it was a question.
I smiled at her. "Yeah."
"If you're interested...." She handed me a piece of paper. The handwriting read, "Brandi — 281-373-1497," and there was a smiley face and a heart in purple ink.
I looked at it and her. I told her that I'd think about it. I could feel myself blush, as the clerk smiled at me again. "Bye," I said, and I walked out the front door.
The parking lot was empty, so I jogged across the street to my waiting truck. I pulled out of the motel and headed to the highway. Along the way I stopped at a convenience store for a sports drink and some chips. I finally made it to my high school just before midnight. I admit to speeding, since I was a little late in leaving the bookstore. I pulled into the parking lot five minutes before the bus arrived. There were probably two-dozen parents waiting for the soccer team to come back.
When they did, I got out and grabbed Becky's bag of gear as she got off the bus. She told me that they'd lost on penalty kicks, but that she had an assist on a goal. My girlfriend looked tired, so I didn't say much when she curled up against the door of my truck and drifted off to sleep.
As I drove her home, I thought about the bookstore. I wondered if I still had the scent of sex on me. If I did, my girlfriend didn't mention it or didn't notice. After ten minutes, I pulled into Becky's driveway. I grabbed her gear out of the back of the truck and walked her to her front door. I kissed her goodnight and then she was gone.
As I drove home, all I could think about was blowing my load in my mother and her friend. I pulled into the driveway and shut off the truck. I opened the front door quietly, but not like I was sneaking in. I poked my head in the garage and both of my parents' cars were parked inside. Since my eldest sister's car was gone, I figured that she was over at her friends.
I crept up the stairs, not wanting to make any noise. At the top of the stairs, I heard the creaking noise in my parents' room. It took a few seconds, but I soon recognized the creaking sound of a bed being used for sex.
My mother is fucking whore, was the first thing that raced through my mind. First, she cheats on my dad and then she comes home and fucks him after getting two loads of cum blasted into her pussy. I didn't really want to listen to the sounds of my parents fucking. I was tired.
I retreated into my bedroom and crawled under the covers. Surprisingly, I didn't need to jerk off that night, and soon found myself falling asleep.
The next week at school was like the last. The only difference was that Becky had two soccer games, the first on Wednesday with her league team and the other on Friday afternoon. I ended up spending the entire day at the school. I watched Becky score the winning goal and then got on the bus to head to the football game. We didn't do as well as the soccer team, losing by a touchdown. I played well, even sacked the quarterback once. However, our pass protection was bad, and the game was lost in the final two minutes on a deep pass.
By the time we made it back to the school, it was almost eleven. Both Becky and I agreed that we should cancel our post-game fuck until the next night, but we never did because the next night Becky's grandma got really ill and her family headed out to Dallas early the next morning.
Eventually, I started back into a normal routine — classes, football practice, and going out with Becky.
At home it was different than before. I couldn't help but look at my mom and daydream about her sucking my cock. On more than one occasion, I'd notice that she tended to bend at the waist while in the kitchen. That would instantly make my mind wander to dark places where I'd fuck her while bent over the dining room table.
It didn't help that the PTA president kept coming over to work on the fundraising drive with my mom. I'd see the big diamond ring on her hand and my dick would start getting hard. I seemed to recall from my science class that a scientist had done an experiment with dogs and conditioned responses. I kind of chuckled to myself one time it got hard, thinking, I truly am a dog in heat.
The following weekend, my parents went out together on Friday and Saturday nights. On Friday they went out for dinner and then a movie. On Saturday they said they were going dancing and told my sisters and me to be home before our curfew.
Friday night, Becky and I went out with her cousins to a movie after my football game. Saturday, however, I ended up taking Becky to our favorite spot and fucking her. As I was pounding my girlfriend from behind, all I could think about was how different it felt from fucking my mother. Becky was tighter, having not given birth to three kids. It must be how the condom got in the way of the pure lust I had fucking my mother.
The next week was especially trying as my mother took two days off work at the end of the week. One day, I came home from school to find her wearing a tiny bikini, sitting by the pool. I had to hold my bookbag in front of me to hide the tent in my shorts. The fabric hid enough of her boobs, but not enough to prevent me from sinking into a daydream about them bouncing as I fucked her from behind.
At night though, after I finished my homework, it was a different story. I'd tell my folks that I was heading up to bed and then disappear into my room. Over the last month I'd found incest porn all over the internet. Memes of mothers and sons, point-of-view videos of mothers taking their sons' cocks and stories of family lust. I imagined my mother doing all the things on the internet as I stroked my cock. I'd gotten to the point where I could stroke myself and blow my load and not get soft.
As Friday came, we played a cross-town rival at our school. We easily won the game and I made another tipped pass interception. I didn't manage to score, but I did run it back for ten yards. As I drove home after the game, Becky gave me her special reward blowjob for intercepting the pass. I wanted to fuck her, but she needed to get home early as she had to leave for a weekend soccer tournament in San Antonio.
Saturday was much the same as the weekend prior. I mowed the lawn and the PTA president came over to discuss how the fundraising was coming along. As I pushed to mower around the back yard with a hardon, I wondered if my mother and her friends were going out.
Then, that night, "I'm going out with my friends tonight," Mom said.
I must have looked like a fool, as I couldn't do anything but smile.
"The guys and I are playing poker again. I won't be home until after midnight since it's going to be a big game," Dad said.
This time the only person sitting on my shoulder was the little devil reminding me how good my mother's pussy felt wrapped around my dick. The two hours between dinner and me leaving seemed to drag on. I watched TV instead of hiding in my room. I knew that if I hid in my room, I'd end up beating off and I wanted to save it for real pussy — my mother's pussy.
I left at half-past seven, stopping to pick up a snack. Again, I pulled into the motel parking lot. And again, I backed into the spot I'd parked before. I ate my burrito and waited. It was about fifteen minutes before my mother and her friends pulled into the parking lot. I waited until five minutes to nine before climbing out of my truck.
After running across the street, I entered the store. The salesclerk was busy with another customer, so I kind of smiled at her and waved the invitation and headed back to the booths. I'd kept the piece of paper the clerk gave me last time. I'd worked on memorizing the numbers as I drove to the bookstore: 4 - 1 - 0 - 9.
I kept repeating the numbers in my head until I stood in front of the door with the lock. I pushed the numbers into the keypad and heard the door lock click. I opened the door, really not worried that anyone would see me, certain that my mother and her friends were making out with each other as they waited for the clock to strike nine.
I walked in the booth and there were four guys already inside. I pulled the invitation out of my pocket when another guy held up his. He asked, "What are we supposed to do?" I recognized the guy as from a rival school. I think I'd played baseball against him last Spring.
"This is a glory hole," another guy said. "We're supposed to stick our dicks through the hole in the wall." He pointed to the hole in the wall.
"How do you know?" another asked.
The guy who'd pointed at the wall said, "Don't you watch porn?"
One of the guys stood in the corner looking nervous. Like me, he had not said a word since entering the booth. Like a school bell signaling the start of class, my watch chimed the nine o'clock hour and the hand of the PTA president emerged through the hole in the wall.
As the first guy pulled out his dick and stuck it through the wall, I started to worry. I wondered if the woman that hands out the invitations hands out more than four at a time. I wondered if I'd be caught if there were suddenly five dicks going through the hole instead of four. Luckily, I didn't have to worry. The quiet guy in the corner suddenly walked out the door, mumbling to himself.
Like the previous times, the first round was a few minutes of cock sucking for each of us. The guy that pointed out the glory hole, went second. Mr. Glory Hole would not shut up about getting his cock sucked by older women. I went last, since I'd gotten there last. It also gave me a change to size up my competition. Last time the black kid with the monster cock got my mother's panties. I wanted to see if I was going to get them this time. As the third guy backed away, I saw that I had the largest dick in the room, so I was certain to be the one to fuck my mom.
I could tell when my mother was sucking my dick. All of her friends commented that they'd gotten lucky and recruited a big dick again. The PTA president commented that it was three times in a row they'd been so lucky.
"I LOVE BIG FUCKING DICKS." It was my mother.
Like before, I was pushed back. The first guy stuck his dick back through the hole for longer oral sex. Over the next hour, Mr. Glory Hole would not shut up about getting his dick sucked or watching the rest of us ram our cocks into MILFs. Frankly, it got annoying, but thankfully he shut up when he lost all control and blew his load into the mouth of one of my mom's friends.
When it was my turn, I felt warm mouths across my cock. Then I felt something cupping my balls and then cutting off the circulation at the base of my cock.
"She's fucking at it again. Mandy, you big cock slut."
Like before, my mother's hand grasped my cock as she guided it to her pussy. I closed my eyes and imagined her bent over doggy style as my cock slid into her. The guys in the booth let out a kind of a cheer when I shook my head yes when asked if I was fucking one of them.
I lasted about fifteen minutes before I blew my load deep into my mother. Eager mouths licked my mom's juices off my shaft. I backed away from the hole, my dick still rigid and adorned with a red satin G-string.
The guys took another round at the hole, each one calling out as they shot their load down the throat of my mother or one of her friends.
I stuck my dick through the hole again, and the women commented that I was still hard. Like before, a warm mouth and then a wet pussy engulfed my cock. This time, the PTA president said that she wanted some of my cock. I closed my eyes and pictured her bent over holding a tray of cookies while I fucked her. I fucked her through several orgasms.
Suddenly, her pussy was gone, and I could feel nothing on my cock. Then a hand wrapped around the base of my dick and I felt myself being wedged into a super tight pussy. It was the mystery woman.
I must have fucked her through at least four orgasms — she cried out and tried to break off my dick with her pelvic muscles that many times. Then, after her last scream, I felt my dick release from her tight grip.
I was out of breath, when my mother backed into my cock again. I knew it was her when I heard her say that she wanted another load of cum. I caught my second wind. I rocked my hips back and forth, sawing my cock into my mother's wet hole.
It wasn't long before Mom cried out in pleasure. "This is so fucking good," she kept saying over and over again. A second, third, and fourth orgasm made my mother's pussy convulse. Each time she proclaimed how good it was. "FUCKING GIVE ME YOUR SEED, STUD!" my mother shouted at the top of her lungs.
That was all I needed to break the dam. I pumped into her twice more and I knew there was no turning back. The next thrust unleashed a torrent of seed deep into my mother. I bit my lip and whimpered, as my load shot into her.
"FUCKING HELL," my mother said. "FUCKING HELL. FUCKING HELL." The last of my load flooded my mother's pussy. She held her pussy there for another minute and then pulled away.
Like before, warm mouths lavished my still-hard cock with kisses. My mother's friends laughed as they told her how good her pussy tasted with my cum dripping from it.
"Thanks, boys," the PTA president said. "Have a good night."
I looked at my watch — it was after eleven. Each of us looked at each other. We started to pull on our shorts and t-shirts. I sat in the chair in the corner and tried to catch my breath. The guys left, closing the door behind them. I sat there quietly and listened to my mother and her friends.
"Can you believe that one boy's dick? It's about nine inches long and fucking thick."
I smiled to myself as I realized they were talking about me.
"Yeah, and he can cum like a prized bull." The southern bell voice told me that it was the woman I'd met in the grocery store.
My mother and her friends got dressed and left. I sat there for a few more minutes and then started getting dressed myself. I was proud of just having fucked my own mother and her friends. I guess it helped that they all kept raving about the size of my dick and how I was able to shoot two loads of cum so quickly. I walked out of the video arcade and was just about to leave the store, when the woman behind the counter looked at me and smiled.
"Did you have fun?" She winked at me. I must have turned about three shades of red because she said that I had nothing to be ashamed of. "Except that you never called me." Her smile was warm.
Oh fuck, I thought. "I lost your number," I lied. "It's Brandi, right?"
"Yeah. Let me write it down again for you." She scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
"I'll give you a call." The truth was that I had thought about calling her a couple of times. I still had her number tucked into the back of my desk, next to the invitation. I'd figured that I would pull it out and call her sometime.
I walked out of the adult bookstore into the warm Houston evening. It was still hot enough that I could feel the difference between the air-conditioned bookstore and the humid evening. I walked across the street slowly, my lust satisfied and my mother's panties in my pocket.
I got home a few minutes before midnight to find my sisters watching movies with their friends, who apparently were spending the night. I grabbed a drink and was just about to head upstairs when my father walked in the door. He said that he's won fifty dollars playing poker and held up some money for us to see.
I talked with my Dad for a few minutes, until I heard the garage door open. It must be my mother, so I excused myself. I didn't know if I wreaked of perfume and sex, so I didn't want to give my mother the opportunity to smell me.
Once in the bedroom, I emptied my pockets, pulling out my mother's G-string. I held it for a minute, still damp from her pussy and my seed. I opened my sock drawer and put it in the back with her other underwear.
The next week passed by like most school weeks. I went to classes and football practice. At home things were normal, well as normal as they could be knowing that my mother was a cock whore who was cheating on my father. I seemed to forget about the cheating piece, especially when I caught glimpses of her dressed for the gym or going out to our pool.
I watched Becky's game on Thursday and then she watched me play on Friday. I made a great play during the game, intercepting a tipped pass and running it back for a touchdown. That play earned me a blowjob, which my girlfriend happily gave me on the drive back to her house.
The next night Becky cancelled our date. She said that she and her girlfriends were meeting her friend Heidi's aunt at her house in Baytown. She apologized but said that it was a last-minute girl's night and asked if I would be okay cancelling. I said I was.
I decided to call the woman from the adult store, but it went to voicemail. I left a message and my number. She eventually called back but apologized, saying that she had to work a double shift. In the end, I met up with the guys and had a few beers that someone had stolen out of their parents' outside fridge. I got home a little after midnight, finding my parents watching the end of some movie.
Part way through the school week, I was working on my chemistry homework and college applications when the unexpected happened. It was almost eleven in the evening when my phone chimed: David...I know you are awake. Please come to my office. The text message was from my mother.
I wondered what Mom wanted so late in the evening and why she didn't just come up to my room on her way to bed. I didn't think too much about it as I pulled on a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals. I went downstairs and into the garage.
The door to Mom's office was closed, so I knocked. My mother said to come in, so I turned the knob and walked in. "Hi, Mom, you wanted to see me?" She had a serious look on her face, not her usual warm smile.
I immediately wondered what I could have done wrong. She didn't know that I'd been out drinking with my friends last weekend. It had been more than a week since I'd last visited the adult bookstore, and I was pretty certain that I hadn't been seen or caught. I wasn't in trouble at school.
"Have a seat, young man. We need to talk." My mother pointed to a chair.
"Okay, Mom." I took a seat in the chair and clasped my hands together.
"I waited until your father and sisters were in bed, because this may be a little uncomfortable to talk about."
Oh fuck, my mom knows, I thought to myself. I asked a million questions in my mind, and to each one I answered no. There was no way my mother could know about me and the adult bookstore.
"David, at your age things can sometimes be confusing. Young people are growing and changing in ways that they can't fully comprehend. At times their bodies do things they don't understand. Do you know what I mean?" My mom gave me a serious look that ended with a halfhearted smile.
I was totally confused by what she was saying.
"How is your relationship with Becky?" A concerned look crossed my mother's face. "I haven't seen her around lately."
"Becky and I are fine, Mom. I'm busy with football and she has soccer. She came by two weekends ago, and last weekend she went out with her friends. That's why you haven't seen her lately." It was the truth, which my mother should have known.
Then my mother asked me a question that I never thought she would ask me. She asked if Becky and I were sexually active.
I felt myself blush. I tried to deflect the question and wondered why my mother was asking that question on a Wednesday night at eleven in the evening. I tried to not answer it directly, but I said enough to give the impression that I was intimate with my girlfriend without saying that we fuck.
My mother wasn't giving up on the questions. The next one was even more shocking than the previous one. "David, are you comfortable in your own skin? Are you comfortable with who you are?"
I was totally lost with my mother's questions. First, she asks about my relationship. Then wonders if I'm sexually active. Then she asks if I'm comfortable in my own skin. I didn't know where she was going with the questions and every new question confused me even more.
"Mom, what are you asking me, because you are not making any sense?"
My mother sighed and then looked at me for a moment. I could see that something was going through her mind. There was something on the tip of her tongue that she wanted to say but didn't know how to say it. "David, I was doing laundry today. I decided to be a nice mother and put my son's clothes away. Specifically, I put your underwear and socks away."
"Thanks, Mom. I appreciate you doing that...I think." I wondered what laundry had to do with me having sex with Becky or any of the other crazy questions my mother had asked me.
"I found these in your sock drawer." My mother reached under a pile of papers and pulled out two pairs of women's panties and held them up. "I assume these are mine since I don't allow your sisters to wear them."
OH FUCK, I thought. And then, "Ah...." I couldn't say anything else.
My mother looked at me. "David, are you gay?"
"No!" I almost screamed at my mother.
"Do you wear these?" My mother held her panties up between us.
"No, Mom," I said loudly.
She looked at me, waiting another second before she spoke. "Then tell me, young man, why I found my panties in your sock drawer?" The tone of her voice started to change.
As I looked at her, a million things raced through my mind. I could see my mother getting angrier as she waited for me to answer. The blood was starting to pool in her cheeks and forehead. I don't recall seeing my mom like this in a few years. "I'd prefer not to say, Mom." I hoped that my mother would leave it at that.
"No, you don't get to stay silent on this one. I want to know why in the fuck you have my panties in your sock drawer." My mother was pissed.
I tried to recall the last time I'd heard her cuss in our house. It may have been a few years back when she burned her hand on the gas range while making fajitas, and even then, she'd only said, "Shit." I couldn't recall the last time I'd heard my mother drop the "F-bomb" in the house, let alone cuss at one of her children.
"Tell me right now, mister, or I'm marching upstairs to wake up your father," Mom said. "I'm certain that he would love to hear about this, and then you can explain to him why you have my panties in your sock drawer."
In all of the years of growing up in my family, I recall several times where my mother had threatened to tell our father on me or my sisters. In each case, my mother gave us one warning and then she actually told our dad. I didn't want my father asking hard questions about the panties. I was quickly thinking of a lie that I could tell both of them to explain why I had my mom's panties in a sock drawer. Each lie didn't look that much better than the truth.
"Well?" My mother was getting to the point where she was likely to get up, grab me by the hand, and pull me upstairs to my sleeping father.
"I can explain, Mom." I'd resigned myself to coming clean and telling her the truth. In a millisecond, I realized my opportunities to fuck her and her MILF friends was coming to an end. "Can you give me one minute to explain? I have to go up to my room. I promise to be right back."
I must have looked pitiful as I pleaded for a few minutes' reprieve from telling my father about the panties. "Fine." My mother still looked pissed.
As quickly and quietly as I could, I jogged from mom's office into the house. I took the stairs two at a time as I climbed up to my room. Pulling open my desk drawer, I fished around in the back until I found the invitation given to me several weeks back. My hand shook as I pulled it out of the desk. I wondered if it was too late to make up a lie.
Entering my mother's office a second time, I didn't bother knocking. I had the card in my hand.
Closing the door behind me, I could see my mother's mood had not improved during the two minutes that I was gone. In fact, her face had turned an even darker shade of red. "Well, young man, what do you have to say for yourself now? What was so important that you had to run out? I want you to tell me why you have my panties." My mother folded her arms as she sat in her desk chair.
My voice kind of cracked. "You gave them to me, Mom."
"What?" She looked at me.
"I said, you gave the panties to me, Mom." This time my voice was more certain.
"I did no such thing, young man. Why would I give you my panties? Are you losing your mind?"
I couldn't tell if my mother was serious with the last questions. "No, Mom, I'm not losing my mind. Yes, you did. You gave me your panties." I held up the printed invitation.
My mother looked at it and didn't say anything.
"Technically, you didn't give them to me. You tied them around my cock before fucking me through a hole in the wall."
The blood drained from my mother's face as she looked closer at the invitation. My mother's voice cracked as she asked me to hand it to her. I didn't want to lose my ticket to MILF pussy, but I handed it to my mom anyway. She looked at the invitation, turning it over to see the instructions and the stall number.
"One of your friends gave it to me in the grocery store. I went there after football practice for food and that's when I met her." My words trailed off.
My mother stared at the card in her right hand. She held up her panties in her left hand. Her head went back and forth, looking at the invitation and looking at the panties. "You have two pairs...." That is all my mother said before looking up at me.
"Yeah." I probably shouldn't have smiled at her, but I did. "Mom, I—"
"Get out!" My mother looked like she was about ready to cry.
Her anger passed and it appeared that she was in shock. She mumbled twice more for me to leave her office. I didn't want to, but I could quickly see her mood was starting to change so I walked out the door.
In my room, I wondered what I'd just done. Had I ruined my relationship with my mother? My mind raced for hours as I pondered what had transpired in my mom's office. It was a little after one in the morning when I heard her quietly open my door and look in on me. I pretended to be asleep. I wondered if she'd spent the last few hours crying in her office. It was a little after two when I finally fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning, groggy from having slept only four hours. I walked into the kitchen and found my sisters and mother in the kitchen. I grabbed my car keys, only making eye contact with my mother briefly. She turned away. I said that I would grab some coffee on the way to school because I was late for an early meeting with a few classmates to go over a history paper. My mother mumbled something to me and then I walked out of the door.
School was next to impossible to stay focused on. The history teacher had to ask me a question three times before I finally acknowledged her. Becky texted me to meet her for lunch, but I said that I had to do something in the library. In reality, I just sat in the corner of the library recalling what had happened the previous night.
It didn't get much better when I got home from practice. Mom was in the kitchen. She barely looked at me as I grabbed a bite to eat before dinner. I went up to my room and pulled out my homework. I was deep into a chemistry problem when my dad knocked and stuck his head into my bedroom. "Dinner is ready." Dad looked at me.
I told my father that I wasn't hungry and that I had homework that I needed to finish. We chatted for a moment and I assured him that I was feeling well. In the end, I avoided eating with my family and finished my homework. I even started a project that I normally would have procrastinated starting for at least two more weeks. I got about halfway through it when I finally felt tired enough to head off to bed.
I woke up Friday with a rumble in my empty stomach. Again, I avoided my mother and sisters in the kitchen, but as I left for school, "I'll see you at the game tonight." It was my mother. She gave me the briefest smile and then turned away from me.
I didn't know how to acknowledge my mother's comment. "Yeah," I said, and then walked out the door.
Like the day before, I barely paid attention in school. However, once I was on the football field, my brain started to function properly. We won and my parents met me in the parking lot afterward. Dad was really excited about the game and my mother congratulated me. I don't know if my dad sensed it, the tension between mom and me. It was the longest conversation we'd had since the night in her office.
I walked into the locker room, sweaty and dirty. We'd beaten the other team by twenty-one points, but it didn't feel the same. Becky offered me a blowjob on the way back to her house, but I declined. I told her that I was tired and needed to go back home to sleep. I asked her if we could put it off until Saturday night. She kissed me and said that I'd better promise to fuck her instead, since her folks were going to be out of town, and she'd have the house to herself.
I fucked Becky the next evening, but it felt off. I made her cum, but I just didn't have the same enthusiasm that I'd previously had. I know it was wrong, but I thought about my mother as we laid there on Becky's bed, cuddling after we finished. My parents had gone out, saying they were going dancing. I decided that I'd miss my curfew, so I laid with Becky until after midnight and then eventually went home.
The next two weeks were much like the previous week. My mother and I both seemed to find ways to avoid each other. It wasn't until that Saturday evening that my mother finally spoke to me. "David, give me your keys." Mom held out her hand.
I was confused. "What?"
"Give me your keys, young man." She still held out her hand.
I handed my mother my car keys.
"You are grounded for the night." My mother put my keys in her purse.
"What did I do, Mom?"
By this time my sisters had come downstairs. My mother chatted with them for a minute, until both left. My father had left about thirty minutes before, so Mom and I were the only ones still in the house. "You didn't do anything yet. That's why I'm taking your keys. My friends and I are going out and you are staying home." My mother turned on her heels and walked out the door.
Anger washed over me. Why am I being punished? I thought to myself. I stewed for a minute and then realized. It had been four weeks since I last fucked my mother. I guess she must be headed to get some young dick at the adult bookstore, and she didn't want me making an unannounced appearance.
I was supposed to pick Becky up for a date so I ended up texting her that my truck wouldn't start and asked her if she could pick me up instead. In reality, it hadn't occurred to me that my mother might continue to go to the adult bookstore now that her secret was known to someone else.
Sunday was different, my mother actually smiled at me and said hello when I walked into the kitchen. She walked over to her purse and pulled out my car keys and placed them on the counter. I accepted her offer to make me and my sisters waffles. In hindsight, Sunday morning was a turning point because things seemed to return to a near state of normalcy at our house.
It was late on a Tuesday evening and everyone else in the house was in bed. I'd finished up my chemistry homework and I was in bed too, stroking my cock while watching porn when my phone chimed: David, come to my office! The text message was from my mom.
I hadn't been back to her office in more than three weeks. I kind of panicked, since my dick was rock solid and there was no hiding it. The text message from my Mom sent a shiver down my spine and straight to the base of my dick. It wasn't going soft anytime soon, so I put on some shorts and resigned myself to the fact that my mom was going to see a bulge in my clothes.
I knocked on the door of her office and my mom told me to come in. I walked in and found her sitting by her computer. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a sports bra. I remember her saying something about going to the gym after dinner. I immediately noticed the tops of her breasts. I didn't think it could happen, but my dick got harder looking at her sitting there in her office chair.
"We haven't talked much lately." Mom looked at me and smiled.
"I know."
"It's been a little awkward around the house. I think it will help if we talk a little. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, Mom."
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