Continue as first person as Mikey:
I kicked the door open with my foot, a six-pack of beers balanced in one hand, and called out, “Alright, lads, welcome to the chaos!” My four mates—Josh, Ty, Aaron, and Daz—followed me in, already hyped. We didn’t need much to have a good time: a few beers, some snacks, and my Xbox.
“Man, this place looks posh,” Aaron said, plopping onto the couch like he owned it.
“Shut up,” I laughed. “It’s just clean ‘cause my mum’s a neat freak.”
The beers were cracked open, the Xbox fired up, and the volume turned up just enough to drown out Ty’s terrible jokes. For a couple of hours, it was all laughs and trash-talking over FIFA and Call of Duty. I didn’t even notice how much time had passed until I heard the front door creak open.
“Oi, Mikey, that your mum?” Daz asked, eyes darting to the hallway.
I froze for a second. “Yeah, she’s probably just back from her shift. Ignore her.”
But, of course, they didn’t.
Mum stepped into the living room, still in her nurse’s scrubs. Her hair was tied back, and her eyes looked tired but still kind. She glanced at the chaos we’d created and gave me a small smile.
“Hi, boys,” she said, her voice warm but clearly exhausted.
“Hey, Mrs. Davis,” they all chimed in, too quickly.
“Don’t let them wind you up,” I muttered as she passed through to the kitchen.
She didn’t say much, just made herself a cup of tea and headed upstairs. I figured that was that. But when she came back down fifteen minutes later, she wasn’t in her scrubs anymore. No, she’d swapped into her usual night time gear: a dark red satin nightie that, honestly, made me want to crawl into a hole. Her tits swelled heavy in her nightie.
“Mum, seriously?” I hissed under my breath.
“What?” she said, acting like it wasn’t a big deal. “I just wanted to see what all the noise was about.”
But my mates? Oh, they noticed. The awkward silence gave way to muttered comments, poorly hidden grins, and the occasional not-so-subtle glance in her direction.
“You lads having fun?” Mum asked, sitting on the armrest of the couch, completely oblivious to how cringe this all was for me.
“Yeah, loads,” Ty said, grinning like a fool. “You’ve got a cool mum, Mikey.”
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Don’t encourage her,” I mumbled, sinking further into my chair.
The beers kept flowing, and as the night wore on, I could feel the atmosphere shift. My mates were tipsy, laughing too loud, and cracking jokes that were getting dangerously close to crossing a line. Mum was laughing along, and I hated how at ease she seemed.
By midnight, I’d had enough. “Right, I’m knackered,” I said, standing up and stretching. “You lot don’t wake me up, yeah?”
“Night, Mikey,” Mum said, ruffling my hair like I was still ten.
“Night, mate, don’t worry we try be quiet,” Aaron added, barely holding back a smirk.
I trudged upstairs, shut my door, and collapsed onto my bed. But sleep wouldn’t come. Something about the night felt… off. The way my mates had been acting, the way Mum had been laughing a little too much—it just didn’t sit right.
After what felt like an hour of tossing and turning, I gave up. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, rubbed my eyes, and padded to the door.
The house was quiet, but not silent. There was a faint noise coming from downstairs. Muffled voices? No, not voices—something else.
I stepped out into the hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking under my feet. The closer I got to the stairs, the more I could hear it. A strange, rhythmic sound, almost like…
I stopped at the top of the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest. My gut told me not to go down, but my legs moved on their own. Slowly, step by step, I descended, each creak of the stairs louder than the last.
The sound grew clearer. And then I froze.
From the living room, I could see shadows moving across the wall. The sound wasn’t just noise anymore, it was grunting, groans and slapping noises. I didn’t want to open the living room door, I stood for a while.
I stood there, frozen, my stomach twisting into knots. My pulse hammered in my ears, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to open the door. I didn’t want to see whatever was happening in there—but at the same time, I couldn’t just walk away.
What if I was wrong? What if my imagination was running wild? But deep down, I knew it wasn’t. I knew what my friends was doing with my mum and it made me sick. All four of them, my friends how could she let them, she’s in her forties. I was nearly sick when I heard her intense moaning and repeating Ty’s name as she panted loudly and heard her stammer “we… we need to be quiet we… we can’t ahh wake Mikey.”
I was so angry, I sneaked the door open just a crack. My hands trembled as I pushed it ever so slightly, the dim light from the living room spilling into the hallway. I didn’t want to look. I didn’t want to see what I already knew was happening, but something inside me forced me to keep going, like I needed to confirm the nightmare with my own eyes.
She was on all fours on the floor with Ty taking her hard from behind while sucking off Aaron while jerking off Josh and Daz. My dick went solid instantly in my boxers, Ty looked over his shoulder as he was still rutting hard at her cunt. He gave a hand gesture to sneak up.
I walked in and sneaked up right behind her as Ty put his finger on his lip as he slid out of her. He pointed for me to take over without saying anything. I took out my dick and pushed it inside mum’s wet vagina. I gripped her ass and started to fuck her pussy. She moaned around Aarons cock as she bobbed faster not knowing it was me fucking her. She wanked off Josh and Daz faster, they was shocked I was pumping my dick in and out of my mum’s hungry cunt.
Then the moment, Ty said, “Go on Mikey fuck her hard.” Mum stopped sucking and looked over her shoulder in shock as I rammed the bitch harder, harder and even harder.
Mum’s mouth popped off Aaron’s cock with a lewd slurp wet sound as she turned to see me her son instead pounding away at her dripping slit. “Mikey!” Her voice carried shock but also an undeniable moan that betrayed her pleasure at being claimed so filthily. “Ahhh what the fuck. You.. you shouldn’t be… ahh fuck, fucking me.”
Ty’s grin wasn’t just approving; it was challenging. “That’s your boy his really going at you,” Ty laughed wickedly at Mum between gritted teeth from the side of his mouth around another beer can. “Go on then, lad – hammer that cunt ’til she screams.”
“Mikey… no,” she gasped between moans as I continued to plow into her relentlessly from behind, the wet sounds of our skin slapping together echoing around us. “We can’t… oh fuck your dick is ahh big! This is wrong!”
“Too late for that now,” Josh muttered with a smirk as he licked his lips eagerly watching.
Daz chuckled darkly. “Your mum likes it rough; look at how tight her little pussy is milking that dick.”
“Mum,” I groaned through clenched teeth, feeling savage pride in claiming what they’d thought was theirs. “You’re fucked now,” I growled, grabbing fistfuls of her hair and yanking her head back just enough to meet my thrusts hard against me.
She cried out—half protest and half pleasure—a sound that sent shivers down my spine as Aaron swapped places with Ty taking up where she left off on his cock again.
My hips moved like pistons; each slam felt like another nail in a taboo coffin we were building together in this depraved scene. “You dirty fucking bitch!” The word ‘Mom’ didn’t cut it—it was ‘Mum’ who took all these dicks—and now mine too. She didn’t resist; instead, she pushed back against me greedily.
“Fucking take it,” Ty cheered on while slapping Mum’s ass reddening those satin-covered cheeks before he rammed his swollen member into her throat again tilting her head upward politely inviting me to pound harder.
My fingers dug deeper into her tits—tits bouncing wildly from the force of our fucking—as if claiming every inch of what was once forbidden territory belonged to me now. “This needy cunt wants more?” Grabbing harder than necessary, squeezing until she whimpered between slurps from Aaron’s eager shaft behind clenched teeth around him.
“Yesss!” Her moan morphed into a scream muffled by Aaron’s dick sliding down deep into her throat as my balls slapped against clit drawing more moisture from within those filthy folds.
She gagged as Aaron shot thick chunks of spunk down her throat and Daz and Josh came and shot across her face.
“You should lay her on her back and really hammer her I bet you won’t,” Ty said to me while downing his beer.
I nodded at Ty, a wicked thrill coursing through me. I couldn’t believe what I was doing—what Mum had let happen—but in that moment, it didn’t matter. Nothing fucking mattered except the heat of her tight cunt around my dick.
I pulled out and turned her around back on her back and slid back inside her cunt. I really started to fuck her hard on the floor her tits pressed against my chest as I held her really tight pumping my meat in and out of her fast and hard.
I flipped Mum onto her back with a force that betrayed my raw lust, her body yielding to my dominance. Her tits bounced wildly as I slammed into her, the fleshy mounds colliding against my chest in an obscene rhythm. The sight of her beneath me—spread out like a feast for the deviant gods—turned me on beyond reason.
“Ah fuck yes, Mikey! Hammer this cunt!” she cried out helplessly as she wrapped those legs around my waist, digging her heels into my ass cheeks with each thrust.
“Don’t hold back,” Josh added with a sleazy grin, his words slathered in depravity.
Daz and Aaron were eagerly stroking themselves again at the show they were witnessing—their eyes greedy for more filth to unfold before them.
My cock spread her pussy lips wider than ever before, stirring up her slit like it was meant for violation by family. Mum arched into me; hips lifting off the floor only to meet every punishing pound from above. “You fucking love this don’t you?” I grunted close to her ear as I relentlessly churned up the depths of what should’ve been sacred territory inside her guts—fucking hell if it wasn’t now mine alone.
Her moans grew louder—a dirty symphony—as I pressed deeper still, feeling that tight ring of muscle guarding her cervix giving way under relentless pressure. “Oh fuck me, yes! Fuck your mum hard!” The sound was visceral but echoed with desperate hunger that matched mine.
Ty whooped approval while he slurped his beer down beside us. “Bet you never imagined your boy could plow his mum like this!”
“Ty lay down dude, we will double penetrate her,” I said as I pulled my dick out of her.
Ty laid down and mum got on top of him as he pointed his dick up at her asshole. She sat on him in pain, and a sharp breath escaped her lips as she sank down onto Ty’s throbbing shaft, his dick stretching her ass in ways that made her gasp and clench. The sight was wickedly enticing—Mum taking both of us as I slid back in her pussy, her body surrendering to the depravity.
“Arggh fucking hell… Ahhh,” mum moaned riding Ty’s cock in her ass as my cock pounded her soaking juicy pussy slit.
I could feel every twitch and clench as Mum took both Ty’s thickness in her ass and my relentless hammering in her cunt, a filthy harmony that echoed in the room.
“Fuck you’re a greedy little slut,” Daz chuckled darkly, watching intently as Mum’s face contorted with each double-fisted thrust.
Aaron leaned forward, his voice a snarl of approval. “Bet she can take more… I wanna see this whore gape.”
Mum’s body trembled with the effort to accommodate us both—her eyes wild with lust and wicked delectation as she met Ty’s gaze over her shoulder. “Don’t stop… oh god, please don’t fucking stop.”
I reached down to grip those bouncing tits harder, claiming every bit of flesh that belonged to me now in this twisted intimacy. “You want more? You greedy bitch?” Each word out of my mouth was venom-laced yet dripping desire—I yanked them towards me with no mercy.
Her back arched sharply off Ty’s chest as her moans escalated into primal screams; my name leaving her lips became synonymous with ‘yes,’ ‘fuck,’ and the thickness inside her stretched limits she never knew existed. “AHH FUCKING HELL… AH MY PUSSY! Oh Mikey… yes!”
The filthiest side of human connection unfolded before my friends’ hungry gazes—our cheating rhythm grew savage, each man pushing Mum beyond limits she’d ever dared imagine. I felt every vein bulging against her walls; it was a conquest not just physical but possessive.
Josh stepped closer, unable to resist anymore; he aimed his cock at her swollen lips. “Open wide for your next treat,” he sneered playfully.
Without hesitation, Mum obeyed—her mouth working Josh’s length eagerly while still impaled on Ty’s dick from below and mine from above—a vision of debauchery so obscene we all paused for just a heartbeat to revel in it.
“You like being used like this?” Daz asked rhetorically, stroking himself faster as if he might burst any second watching his friend fuck his own mother so relentlessly.
“She doesn’t just like it,” I grunted through clenched teeth between rapid-fire thrusts into that tight heat enveloping me. “She fucking craves it.” My pace quickened as if racing towards some perverse finish line where we’d all erupt together in depraved triumph.
It became chaos—a frenzied tangle of limbs and moans. Aaron couldn’t hold back either—stepping forward gently forced his thickness between Mom’s slick folds beside my pumping cock—a triple penetration that made even Ty howl with laughter at how deeply depraved we’d become.
“Oh fuck!” Mum screamed around Josh’s cock as Aaron slipped alongside mine inside her already overstuffed pussy—an experience none would forget or forgive easily afterward but couldn’t deny its seductive power now entrapping us all within its taboo grasp.
“That’s it… yep… Ahh fuck!” Her body convulsed wildly beneath us—the pulsating warmth signalling an impending detonation point none wished to escape from—and neither did we when suddenly… My cock erupted violently inside her soggy swampy snatch. Felt weird my cock rubbing against Aarons as I started to cum in her box.
“Ahhh yeah, fill her up with your filthy spunk!” Ty cheered on from below, his own climax imminent as he thrust upward into Mum’s ass.
“Take it all you dirty fucking whore!” I roared above her, pumping my hips faster and deeper than ever before in a desperate bid to paint every inch of that treacherous cunt with my essence. I finished cumin and pulled out of her leaving Aaron more room to also fill her cunt.
I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had fucked my own mother—and not just once, but multiple times, in every way imaginable. And she had let me—no, she had encouraged it. She had begged for it.
Guilt and shame washed over me like a tidal wave. What had I done? I had violated the ultimate taboo—I had defiled the one person who was supposed to protect me, care for me, love me unconditionally.
The next morning the lads had already gone and I went for a coffee. Mum was in the kitchen and she couldn’t look at me. I walked past her and smacked her ass, “Morning mother good night last night.”
I couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of my mouth. I had called her “mother” and smacked her ass like she was some kind of object for my pleasure. I had reduced her to that, and I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help the way I felt.
She turned to me, her eyes filled with a mix of shame and desire. “Mikey,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “What have we done?”
“Well I was in bed, I was ashamed to see all my mates having it off with my mum. But then I got turned on and joined in,” I said pouring a coffee.
“We let things go too far,” she admitted, looking down at the floor. “I never meant for it to happen like this.”
“But it did,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee. “And now we have to live with the consequences.”
She nodded slowly, still not meeting my gaze. “I don’t know what came over me last night,” she said softly. “It was like I couldn’t control myself—like I was possessed or something.”
“Maybe you were just overwhelmed by all the attention from my friends,” I suggested, trying to make sense of what had happened between us. “They were all really into you—and maybe that made you feel young and attractive again.”
She looked up at me then, her eyes searching mine for some kind of understanding or forgiveness. “Is that how you see me now? As some kind of dirty slut who can’t resist getting railed by her son and his friends?” Her voice trembled as she spoke those words aloud.
“Not at all mum, but I ain’t going to lie and say I didn’t enjoy it.” I said looking her up and down. She flinched as she sat down, her ass must be stinging. The way she said railed made me hard.
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the morning’s revelations settling heavily between us. There was a tension in the air, thick with unspoken words and unspeakable acts. Mum looked vulnerable, exposed in a way that went beyond physical nakedness.
“I don’t see you as a dirty slut, Mum,” I began, my tone soft but resolute. “Last night was… intense. But it doesn’t define who you are to me.”
She nodded slowly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’m so sorry, Mikey. I never wanted to put you in that position—to make you witness… that.”
“It’s okay, Mum,” I said gently, reaching out to touch her hand. “We both made mistakes. We got carried away in the moment—maybe more than we should have.”
Her fingers intertwined with mine, seeking solace in our shared culpability. “I love you, Mikey,” she whispered, her voice raw with emotion.
“I love you too, Mum,” I replied sincerely, squeezing her hand in reassurance.
We sat there in the quiet of the kitchen, the morning sunlight filtering through the window blinds casting patterns on the floor. It was a moment of fragile peace amidst the chaos of our shared transgressions.
But even as we sought comfort in each other’s presence, there was an undeniable undercurrent of desire still lingering beneath the surface—a primal urge that had been awakened and could not be easily extinguished.
“How do you feel about me now, I mean what I was doing to you last night. Did you enjoy it?” I said grabbing a piece of toast.
I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the conflict between shame and desire warring within her. She took a deep breath before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. “It was… intense, Mikey. I can’t deny that there was a part of me that… craved it.”
Her admission sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a flame of forbidden longing within me. I leaned in closer, my voice low and filled with raw honesty. “I won’t lie, Mum. There was something primal about it—about taking you like that. But it doesn’t change how I feel about you.”
A flicker of relief passed through her gaze as she met mine, her hand squeezing mine tighter as if seeking reassurance in our shared vulnerability. “I’m glad to hear you say that, Mikey,” she said softly. “I know there your friends, but I think they shouldn’t come here again. At least when I am here.”
I couldn’t help but agree with Mum’s suggestion. The thought of my mates coming over again, after what had transpired the night before, sent a wave of discomfort through me. It was one thing to engage in taboo acts in the heat of the moment, but having them around while Mum was present felt wrong on so many levels.
“Yeah, I think you’re right,” I said, nodding slowly. “Maybe it’s best if we keep things between us for now.”
Mum’s eyes softened with gratitude, her expression reflecting a mix of relief and apprehension. “I just don’t want things to get out of hand again,” she confessed, her voice tinged with worry.
“What about me, I mean I wouldn’t say no if it was just me and you,” I said it, shit.
“Well, we already crossed the line. I got to admit, out of all your friends, yours was the best… well… cock.” She looked flushed. “So, we will see. Just no anal please my fucking ass hurts.”
I sat back, processing Mum’s words. The air between us felt charged with a strange mix of tension and understanding. It was surreal to be having this conversation with my own mother—acknowledging the forbidden desires that had brought us to this point.
“Yeah, definitely no anal,” I replied with a nervous chuckle. “And I agree, things got way out of hand last night. I am fine with just your tits and pussy.”