I wasn’t surprised in the least when my son invited me along on their annual camping trip. After all, I knew exactly why they really wanted me there. Every year with my son, Jamie, and his friends Brian, and Steve would find some excuse to celebrate with a few days in the woods. Regardless of how mundane the reason, it was good enough.
When they invited me, they were celebrating graduation.
Why wasn’t I surprised? Firstly, my divorce that took place a few months before had really gotten me down, and Jamie probably didn’t feel comfortable leaving me alone. And secondly, Brian and Steve always had a crush on me.
Since I can remember, those two got nervous around me. Then I overheard them telling Jamie how they wish they could see me naked, on various different occasions. And yes, it felt good when I caught them saying what an idiot my ex-husband was. Unfortunately, all the attention in the world couldn’t improve my mood.
Losing my husband to my best friend was simply too much.
But at least Jamie tried to console me as best he could. So, I thought, what the hell? Maybe a few days in nature could be just what I needed. But I had no idea the trip would take such a twisted turn.
When we arrived at the campsite, it was already pretty dark. That meant we didn’t do much, other than drink beer and start a fire. Things got cozy fairly quickly, especially with that summer breeze blowing through the night sky. And it didn’t take long for the discussion to get dicey, to say the least.
“Shouldn’t you boys be out…I don’t know…getting a lapdance somewhere?”
“If the dancer looks like you, Mrs. Jones, I’ll be happy to pack up and go right now.” Brian said without thinking. I could tell he regretted the comment after getting a stern look from Jamie.
“I’m sure there are dancers that look much better, Brian.”
“I’d like to disagree, Mrs. Jones.” Steve couldn’t help himself, apparently.
The beer was breaking down typical restrictions, and even Jamie couldn’t stand to stay serious for too long.
“Are you guys really going to do this to me tonight?” He asked playfully.
“Can you blame us?” Brian replied. “It’s not our fault you have a hot mom.”
“Still, can you be a little more considerate here?”
The way Brian and Steven started looking at me all of a sudden didn’t resemble the look I got to know them with. The innocent boys that loved chess and camping were not sitting in front of me anymore.
They were replaced by horny young men.
And I couldn’t help feeling incredibly excited because of it.
“Don’t be too harsh on them, Jamie. I can use all the cheering up I can get.”
They were definitely not boys anymore. I just didn’t realize it up until that point. Sure, they were still nerdy and shy. But physically, all three of them had developed into fine looking young men.
Especially Jamie.
It was his peculiar staring that really got me feeling…hot.
“Can I ask you something, Mrs. Jones?”
“Sure, Steve.”
I don’t know why I looked at Jamie when I answered. But something told me the weird chemistry between me and my son that night was about to get weirder.
“Are the rumors true? Were you a dancer before you met Mr. Jones?”
I couldn’t help smiling, which gave me away almost instantly. And it seemed the boys liked the fact that I took off my clothes for money.
“Yes, I danced a little to help pay for college. But it stays between us, okay? I don’t want calls from your mothers.”
They were grinning from ear to ear. And they also appeared to have regressed to those innocent boys that haven’t discovered porn yet. But the strangest part was Jamie, grinning with his friends. As if he liked hearing the details just as much as they did.
“Ever thought about coming out of retirement, Mrs. Jones?” Brian inquired with a more serious tone.
And I was waiting for Jamie to intervene someway. But when he peered at me with the same expectation as Steve and Brian, I took it as a sign to push the boundaries a little more.
“I don’t know, Brian. Do you think guys would still pay to see this?”
“I’ll be the first in line, Mrs. Jones.” Steve officially turned our “innocent” conversation on its head.
“Maybe we should change the subject.” My son showed signs of cold feet, while I found myself getting more excited.
“Have any of you ever had a lapdance before?” I asked, knowing it would stir things up. Because for the first time in months, I wasn’t thinking about the divorce.
They weren’t eager to answer my question. Seeing as they were always anti-social and spent most of their time at my house, their inexperience should have been obvious.
“How about kissing? Did any of you kiss a girl before?”
Until that night, I never took into account that I can’t recall either of them with a girlfriend. The three of them were always together, but I didn’t get the impression they were “together. Plus, the porn they sneaked around the house was mainly focused on girls. More specifically, they liked watching MILF porn from the evidence I could gather.
“Tell you boys what,” I suggested after another awkward silence. “When Jamie isn’t around someday, I’ll give you a kiss and a lapdance.”
Jamie knew I was joking, and a little drunk. So he just chuckled and allowed me to enjoy the moment.
But Brian and Steve took it as an opportunity.
“What if Jamie doesn’t mind if you do it now?” Brian was definitely not laughing anymore. Neither was Steve.
“Come on, guys.” Jamie tried to steer away from the weird and twisted atmosphere growing in the woods around us.
“It’s the agreement, Jamie.” Steve quickly intervened. “You can’t back out.”
In addition to being very amused, I was very interested in their so-called “agreement”.
“Care to tell me more, Jamie?”
“It’s nothing, mom. And we made it like five years ago. So, it doesn’t matter anymore.” Jamie replied, satisfied his explanation would be enough.
“That didn’t stop you from making us live up to our part.” Brian retorted.
“This is so cute! What did you agree on?”
“Well,” Brian hesitated because Jamie was giving him another stern look. “We agreed to give Jamie all our collector comics if he allowed us the chance to…uhm…”
“To what?” I had to pull it out of a very nervous Brian.
“A chance to have sexual contact…with you. If the opportunity ever presented itself, of course.”
I was stunned.
Honored, naturally. But stunned nonetheless.
And they sat with baited breath, not knowing how I would react.
“You sold me out for comics?” I finally remarked.
This got everyone laughing.
Even Jamie.
Everything was going well until Steve worked up enough courage.
Can I fuck you, Mrs. Jones? I’ve wanted to for so long.”
“Steve!” Jamie and Brian shouted in unison.
“I’m sorry, okay! And don’t act like you weren’t thinking it too, Brian.” Steve got defensive. “You are always going on about boning Jamie’s mom. Well, I just had the balls to say it to her face.”
“Boys! Hang on!” I pulled rank and took control of the situation. “It’s okay. I’m not mad or offended.”
Unfortunately, I couldn’t bring myself to share what I was really thinking or feeling. That would have been very inappropriate.
“It’s perfectly natural what Steve is feeling, so back off.”
Then I did something I probably shouldn’t have. And I want to blame the beer, but I only had two. Maybe it was the built-up rage of losing my marriage the way I did? Either way, for no good apparent reason, I decided to do something out of character.
Just for the hell of it.
I threw open a blanket next to the crackling fire, then I got undressed.
“Mom, what are you doing?” Jamie steered his eyes away as I removed my underwear, but Steve and Brian were stuck on my curves. A fucking bear wouldn’t have made them look in another direction.
“Don’t be so melodramatic. You know exactly what I look like naked. And you should be thanking me for settling your agreement.” I said while I laid down on the blanket. “Come on, Steve. I’m waiting.”
“Are you serious, Mrs. Jones?” He stood up but still hesitated.
“Yes. Dead serious.”
“Please, mom, I’ll give their comics back. You don’t have to do this.” Jamie insisted.
“Firstly, nobody is forcing you to look, honey. Secondly, I’m a free woman, remember? And thirdly, do you really want to screw over your friends like that? Because that’s not how I raised you.”
Jamie was definitely conflicted.
But he didn’t leave.
Nor did he look away.
He watched Steve take off his pants and expose his erection. And he watched as Steve settled on top of me. There wasn’t anger in his eyes when I gripped his friend’s cock and guided it to my slit.
It was jealousy.
“Oh, jesus,” Steve uttered as he drove himself deeper.
And he really went deep.
It was so strange to have a virgin between my legs. I was with Jamie’s dad for almost twenty years, so it felt incredible to experience the lust of a horny young man. His cock was harder than wood, and it throbbed like a beating heart between my walls.
There were no expectations from my end. I didn’t anticipate several mind-blowing orgasms. Because I got off on their innocence. For me, it was their direct need to satisfy their dicks. Steve clearly didn’t know what he was doing, but he thrusted with amazing passion. He wanted to impress me somehow and I appreciated the effort.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” I asked Steve in his hypnotic state.
“I’d like that very much, Mrs. Jones.”
So, I took his virginity and gave him his first proper kiss.
I couldn’t see Jamie with my tongue in Steve’s mouth, but I could sense his jealousy. It radiated through the ground and flared up in my body. And the more jealousy I sensed, the more I urged Steve to fuck me without reservations.
He didn’t need to worry about making me feel good.
I just wanted him to use me.
“You’re doing so good, Steve.” I panted loud enough for Brian and Jamie to hear.
“It feels very good, Mrs. Jones.” He kept his manners, even though he was jackhammering me to the point of no return. “Can I…can I cum inside you?”
“I wouldn’t want it any other way, Stevie.” I used the pet name I gave him years ago, wondering how it would affect him. And as I suspected, it got him more excited than before.
He rammed me so hard I thought he was going to rip me open.
Then he burst like a fucking fire-hose.
I could literally feel the waves of virgin sperm decorate every curve of my clenching pussy.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Steve shouted as his body shuddered a few more times, releasing the final drops of his warm seed.
“That was amazing, Mrs. Jones.”
Steve had such a big grin on his face it brought out the slut in me.
“I’m glad you liked it, Stevie. But I think Brian wants a turn too. Don’t you, Brian?”
It didn’t take him two seconds to get to his feet and out of his pants.
“I’m sorry, man.” He said to Jamie as he dropped to his knees and into position. “You know how badly I want this.”
With my cunt still full of Steve’s juices, I took Brian. He wasn’t bothered about sharing, while the thought of more eager cum inside me turned on every hormonal switch I had. And that first groan they give as they feel the pressure going in, it drove me crazy.
“It’s so tight, Mrs. Jones.”
“And it only gets better.” I told Brian with my hands on his thrusting ass-cheeks, pulling him in to fill me completely.
Just like his friend, he went to town. Once he got over those initial heavenly sensations, Brian turned to “doggy” mode. And I was his first bitch in heat.
I had my tongue in his mouth half the time, but every chance I got, I noted Jamie’s demeanor. It frustrated him that his friends were getting laid and not him. But it frustrated him more that he wasn’t allowed to fuck me…his mother.
The way he glared at me, the need in his eyes, everything began to make sense. His reluctance to spend time away from me, his jealousy when strangers came onto me, and how he wrote off his dad and chose me after the divorce, the dots connected with Brian heaving inside me.
“I’ll never forget this, Mrs. Jones.” Brian confessed with enchantment across his face.
While he didn’t fuck me as hard as Steve, he did make better use of his hips, which almost had me cumming too. But there was no way he was going to last long enough.
Not with the encouraging way I wrapped my legs around his waist and doubled-down on his pulsating manhood. I experienced the change in pressure through his contracting body. I wanted to make him blow his load so badly.
But I also realized, I needed Jamie to finish me off.
For the second time in less than twenty minutes, I took more waves of hot virgin seed.
My pussy was drenched with cum and close to being satisfied.
I just needed one more virgin.
“Please tell me we can do that again, Mrs. Jones.” Brian panted and kept his shaft in place. He didn’t want to pull out for nothing.
I was a little out of breath myself, but not enough to stop.
Not yet.
“You bet.”
Only after he was completely satisfied I was telling the truth did Brian get off, leaving me hornier than ever.
“Jamie?” I cut straight to the chase, my body still buzzing from the thrill of it all. “What about you?”
He shifted uncomfortably, his eyes wide with a mix of nerves and that unmistakable spark of desire. “What about me?”
I leaned in, my voice low and inviting. “Don’t you want to lose your virginity? Steve and Brian can keep this between us. I mean, I’m your mom, but… I’m right here.”
The campfire crackled in the silence that followed, everyone frozen in shock. I could almost feel their eyes on me, wondering if I’d lost it. But Brian broke the tension, his grin wicked as he jumped in.
“Hell yeah, Jamie, you should go for it,” Brian said, his voice husky with leftover excitement. “Even if she was my own mom, I wouldn’t hesitate. That pussy of hers is so damn tight and slick—feels like heaven gripping you. We won’t say a word, man. Get in there and enjoy it.”
Steve chuckled, nodding eagerly, his eyes roaming over me like I was the main event. “Absolutely, dude. Count me in on keeping quiet. Your mom’s got the hottest, wettest slit I’ve ever felt—soft and eager, begging for more. It’s like sinking into pure bliss.”
I smirked, feeling their words heat me up even more, the mix of their cum still trickling down my thighs from our wild session. “Haha, thanks for the flattery, Steve. You boys and your crude terms—’slit’ now, is it? Makes a woman feel desired.”
Jamie hesitated, his face flushed, but I could see the lust winning out. “Do you really want me to, Mom? Like, is that okay?”
“It would make me so happy,” I purred, lying back on the sleeping bag and spreading my legs wider. “Mommy’s craving it right now. Come on, don’t hold back.”
He glanced at his friends one last time, as if seeking final approval.
Then, his focus locked on me. He stood up slowly, his hands fumbling with his belt buckle, the air thick with anticipation.
Steve and Brian watched like they were glued in place, their breaths heavy, envy written all over their faces. They were rock-hard statues, probably imagining themselves in his shoes all over again.
His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, veering to the side as it hardened fully. It was bigger than I’d imagined—longer and girthier than his father’s ever was. I stared, my mouth watering, my body already pulsing with need. Earlier that day, Brian and Steve had taken their turns with me by the lake, leaving me slick and messy inside. I could still feel their cum inside me, making everything feel loose and ready.
Jamie eyed me hungrily, his breath quickening. “God, Mom, you’re so… fuck, I don’t know if I can hold back.” He stepped closer, his hands gripping my shoulders gently at first.
“Don’t hold back, baby,” I purred, turning around on the sleeping bag and dropping to my hands and knees. The tent floor rustled under us as I arched my back, presenting myself to him. “Take me just like this. Hard and deep. I need you to fill me up. Just like your buddies did. You can shag mommy hard.”
He positioned himself behind me, his hands sliding down to grip my hips firmly. His fingers dug in, leaving little marks on my skin as he lined up his cock with my entrance. I was already so wet, so sloppy from the guys earlier, that when he pushed forward, the head of his shaft slipped in easily. A squelching sound echoed in the tent—the wet, messy noise of his friends’ cum mixing with my arousal as he stretched me open.
“Oh, shit, Mom… you’re so tight even like this,” Jamie groaned, thrusting in slowly at first, savoring the sensation. His hips smacked against my ass with the first full stroke, a sharp slapping sound that made me gasp.
I rocked back against him, encouraging him with a moan. “That’s it, Jamie. Pound me hard. Don’t be gentle—make me feel every inch of that big cock. Ahh yes let’s make you into a real man baby harder.” My words came out breathy, laced with genuine need, as I gripped the sleeping bag for support.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts growing faster and more powerful. Each time he slammed into me, his body collided with mine, creating a rhythmic slapping—his thighs against my ass, his balls swinging forward to tap my clit. The squelching grew louder, a wet, obscene noise that filled the tent, proof of how thoroughly used I already was. It drove him wild, I could tell, his grip on my hips tightening as he pulled me back onto him with each thrust.
“Fuck, yes! Harder, baby—slap my ass while you fuck me,” I urged, glancing back at him over my shoulder. My breasts swung with the motion, nipples brushing against the fabric beneath me, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
Jamie didn’t hesitate. He brought his hand down with a sharp smack on my right cheek, the sound cracking through the air like a whip. “Like that, Mom? God, your pussy’s so fucking wet… I can feel their cum inside you.” His voice was ragged, mixed with grunts of effort as he drove deeper, his cock plunging in and out with long, forceful strokes.
The movement was intense—his hips pistoning back and forth, gripping my waist to hold me steady while he pounded away. I could feel every vein on his shaft rubbing against my inner walls, the slickness making each thrust smoother but still so damn tight. My body jolted forward with each impact, my knees digging into the ground, but I loved it—the raw, animalistic rhythm that made my toes curl.
“Oh, Jamie, you’re hitting me so deep… don’t stop,” I whimpered, my voice breaking into a series of moans. The pleasure built like a wave, crashing over me as he kept going. “Tell me how good it feels, baby. Tell me you’re gonna make me yours.”
“It feels amazing, Mom,” he panted, his thrusts never slowing. He leaned forward, one hand sliding up to grab my breast, squeezing it roughly as he fucked me. “Your pussy’s gripping me so tight… it’s sloppy and hot, just like you said. Can I cum inside you? Please, I want to fill you up even more.”
“Yes, sweetheart, cum inside me. Make a mess of me,” I encouraged, my words turning into cries as his pace quickened. He was really pounding me now, each thrust accompanied by that wet squelch and the loud slap of skin on skin. I could hear his breaths turning into animalistic grunts, his fingers digging into my flesh as he held on for dear life.
The tent seemed to shake with our movements—him pulling back almost all the way before slamming back in, making me gasp each time. I pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm, our bodies syncing in a frantic dance. The slapping grew louder, echoing off the canvas walls, mixed with the lewd squelching that reminded us both of the cum already sloshing inside me. It was messy, realistic, and utterly intoxicating.
“I’m close, Mom… fuck, I’m so close,” Jamie growled, his voice strained as he gripped my hips harder, yanking me back onto his cock with brutal force. His thrusts were erratic now, deep and powerful, each one making my whole body tremble.
“Do it, baby. Cum for me—flood me with it,” I moaned, feeling my own orgasm building. My muscles clenched around him, the sloppy wetness amplifying every sensation. And then it hit me—a wave of ecstasy that made me buck wildly beneath him. “Oh God, yes! Right there!”
Jamie let out a deep groan as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing inside me. Hot spurts of cum shot deep, mixing with the remnants of Brian and Steve’s loads, making that squelching sound even more pronounced as he pumped into me. He slapped my ass one last time, the sting blending with the pleasure, and held still for a moment, his body shuddering against mine.
We collapsed together on the sleeping bag, both of us breathing heavily, the night air cooling our sweat-slicked skin. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, the warmth of his release seeping out as he slowly pulled away. “That was… incredible, Mom,” he murmured, his hand gently stroking my back.
I turned my head, smiling weakly, still catching my breath. “You were amazing, honey. “
I saw Steve and Brian hovering over us, pulling on their hard dicks. They were clearly ready for more.
In the days that followed, I became a cum-bucket for my son and his friends. And I liked every fucking second. Plus, I helped them make up for all the experiences they never had.