“Right Darren, I am off out to meet Cherie at the nightclub,” Mom said putting on the last of her lipstick as she picked up her handbag. She had a short mini skirt on and a fancy blouse which was slightly open and I could see her bra and her big tits. My mom was care free and didn’t give a fuck what people think.
“OK Mom, have a good night with the girls,” I said as soon as she was gone I texted, John, Carl and David to come around and drink in my room and watch… well certain movies.
They all arrived within half an hour, and as we settled in, the atmosphere was filled with excitement and anticipation. The room was dimly lit, with the faint glow of the TV screen illuminating our faces. I poured us all a whisky and we had bottles of it.
Hours and hours passed, and we watched so much porn. We looked for another one to watch when Carl picked one and put the DVD in. The title came up “Bad Moms Who Fuck,” opening scene was a mother stuck in a washing machine and in a short skirt with a sexy ass. We was all to engrossed and we didn’t hear the front door. Then, Mom came into my room very tipsy.
“Oh, hello boys,” Mom slurred, her words a little thick, and her grin was wide and a bit wobbly. “Still up, are we?”
She took a step into the room, her gaze sweeping over us before landing squarely on the TV. For a moment, her brow furrowed in tipsy confusion. “What in the… is that a washing machine?” she mumbled, squinting at the screen. Then, her eyes widened slightly, focusing on the woman’s struggling form and the very explicit angle. A slow, knowing smirk spread across her face.
“Well, well, well,” she purred, her voice suddenly a touch clearer, laced with amusement. “Looks like you boys are having a very interesting night.”
John let out a strangled gasp, Carl choked on his whisky, and David instinctively threw his arm over the remote fiercely, as if that would somehow make the image disappear from her memory. My own face felt like it was on fire. I fumbled for the remote, my fingers clumsy with panic, desperately trying to hit the power button.
“Mom, we, uh, we were just…” I stammered, my voice cracking, unable to form a coherent lie.
But she just chuckled, shaking her head. “Don’t bother, darling. I’ve got eyes, haven’t I? ‘Bad Moms Who Fuck,’ eh? Bit on the nose, don’t you think?” She winked, leaning against the doorframe, still swaying slightly but her eyes were sharp, full of mischievous glint. “Though, I must say, that poor woman really needs to get a better plumber.”
Carl spoke up, “Watch it with us Mrs Connor.”
What the fuck was he saying, this is my mom. She smirked and sat with us, omg this isn’t happening. Which made it more awkward we was all hard. My friends couldn’t take there eyes off my moms legs.
“Honestly, Darren,” she purred, her voice a low murmur, “you really need to tell your friends to broaden their horizons a bit. This ‘stuck in a washing machine’ trope is so… last decade.” She took a sip of my whisky, which she’d effortlessly picked up from the floor beside me, before handing it back. “Though I will admit,” she added, her eyes back on the screen, “she’s got quite the… asset on her. Omg she’s letting her son fuck her.”
Then David just had to say something fucking stupid, “Haha what if that was you Mrs Connor. But only Darren was home with you.”
“Goodness me, David,” she purred, taking another sip of the whisky, her voice a low, theatrical murmur that made the hair on my arms stand up. “Such bold ideas you boys have.” She lowered the glass, her fingers tracing the rim, her eyes still locked on mine. “And what makes you think my darling Darren would be quite so… eager to help his mom out of such a predicament? My Darren wouldn’t dare do that to me.”
“Mrs Connor, he maybe your son but he is still a dude, I bet he would go balls deep. Hell, if you were my mom I would.” David said to my mom as she looked at all our crotches as she undid another button on her blouse.
“Balls deep, David?” Mom chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, now that’s a phrase that certainly gets the blood pumping, isn’t it?” She finally sat down, spreading her legs casually, her miniskirt riding up further, revealing a glimpse of her lacy black panties.
My eyes, along with John and Carl’s, snapped to her legs. The lacy black triangle was undeniable, a stark contrast against her smooth, tanned skin. David then put his hand on my moms bare thigh.
“Careful there, David,” she murmured, her voice a low purr. “You boys are getting rather… hands-on tonight, aren’t we?” She didn’t remove his hand, nor did she push it away. In fact, if anything, she adjusted her position slightly, her leg pressing ever so subtly against his palm.
John and Carl stared, mouths slightly agape. Their eyes darted between David’s hand on my mother’s bare skin and my own horrified, yet undeniably transfixed, face. I could feel their collective anticipation, their daring hope that this would go even further. The air in the room was thick with it – whisky fumes, the scent of fear, and something else, something primal and forbidden.
“Just admiring the view, Mrs Connor,” David said, his voice a little raspy, emboldened by her lack of protest. His thumb began to slowly stroke her thigh.
My throat was dry. “David, what the hell are you doing?” I managed to croak, but my voice lacked any real authority. It sounded more like a plea.
Mom chuckled again, the sound reaching deep into my gut and tying it in knots. “Oh, leave him be, Darren. He’s just being… appreciative, aren’t you, dear?” She looked at David, her smile widening. She then stroked David’s bulge as he moaned.
“Darren maybe leave the room, let us lads see to your mom,” was he fucking serious. She then took out his cock, got on her knees in front of him with her ass up and started sucking it. “Unless your going to join in if she lets you. Carl or John she as he ass up waiting, one of you get stuck in.”
My world tilted on its axis. My mother, my mum, on her knees, head bobbing, sucking David’s cock while her ass was provocatively hiked up. And now David, with the casual command, inviting my other friends into this nightmare.
John looked absolutely green, his eyes wide and unblinking, fixed on my mother’s exposed rear. Carl, on the other hand, seemed to be vibrating with a mix of terror and raw, animalistic desire. He glanced at me, then at David, then at Mom, a silent battle raging on his face.
“What the hell, David?!” I finally choked out, my voice a strangled whisper. “Are you insane?!”
But David merely grinned, his eyes glazed over with pleasure as Mom continued her ministrations. “Relax, Darren. It’s just a bit of fun. Your mom’s clearly up for it, look at her.” He gestured vaguely with his free hand. “Come on, Carl. Don’t be shy. She’s right there, begging for it.”
Carl didn’t need much more convincing. With a guttural sound that was half groan, half whimper, he scrambled forward. His hands, trembling, fumbled with his belt buckle. My mother, still focused on David, seemed to sense him. She shifted slightly, her hips swaying almost imperceptibly, presenting herself even more invitingly.
Carl got behind her and pulled her skirt up and pulled her thong down. He then undid his jeans and took out his cock.
Carl didn’t hesitate. With a primal grunt, he lunged forward, his hips thrusting. A wet, smacking sound filled the room, followed by Carl’s sharp intake of breath and a low moan from my mother. Her body tensed, then relaxed, a deep, guttural sound rumbling from her throat as she continued to suck David.
My jaw hung open, my eyes wide and unseeing, yet drinking in every horrific detail. The rhythmic thrusts of Carl behind her, the bobbing of Mom’s head, David’s satisfied groans. It was a nightmare playing out in my own room, with my own mother, and my own friends. The air was thick with the scent of sex and cheap whisky, a sickening combination that churned my stomach.
John, still frozen on the sofa, looked like he was about to vomit. His face was pale, glistening with sweat, and his eyes were fixed somewhere beyond the scene, as if he was trying to mentally escape. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, then opened them again, unable to tear them away.
David, however, was in his element. He gripped my mother’s hair, pulling her head back slightly, forcing a deeper suction. “Oh, yeah, Mrs. Connor, that’s it!” he gasped, his voice ragged with pleasure. He then looked at Carl. “Carl, give it to her! She loves it. Ah fuck I am going to cum fuck she’s good at sucking dick Darren.”
He grunted and I could hear moms gullet as she gulped down a huge load. Moments after taking his dick out her mouth he swapped places with john with his dick out ready, then Carl started to pant and grunt. I got on my feet, fuck it I was horny, I wanted that pussy. As soon as Carl came inside her he pulled out and I replaced his cock with mine as mom kept sucking on Johns dick I held her ass and started thrusting into her pussy.
My first thrust was clumsy, fueled by a potent cocktail of fear, disbelief, and primal lust. The warmth of her pussy enveloped me, a shocking reality that sent a jolt through my entire body. Her muscles clenched around me, a response that was both involuntary and incredibly stimulating. Mom, still performing her duties on John, let out a soft, almost imperceptible gasp as I pushed deeper. Her head remained focused on John, but her hips instinctively arched back, meeting my rhythm.
John, his eyes wide and glazed, moaned into her mouth, completely oblivious to the fact that his friend was now inside the woman whose mouth was currently pleasuring him. David was already pulling himself back together, a satisfied grin plastered on his face as he watched the scene unfold, occasionally glancing at me with a knowing, triumphant look.
“Oh, Darren,” Mom purred, her voice muffled slightly by John’s dick, but still clear enough to send shivers down my spine. It was a sound of pleasure, of acceptance, of a strange, unsettling welcome. “Took you long enough, darling.”
The words, spoken so casually in the midst of utter chaos, shattered any remaining illusion of normalcy. This wasn’t a nightmare; it was happening. And she wasn’t protesting. She was encouraging it. My mother.
I gripped her ass cheeks tighter, leaning forward and burying my face in her hair. The scent of her perfume, mixed with the musky smell of sex, filled my nostrils, intoxicating me further. I started thrusting harder, faster, a desperate need to feel every inch of her, to somehow make sense of this insanity by drowning in it.
Behind me, Carl was already zipping up, his breathing heavy, eyes fixed on the scene with a mix of awe and a faint hint of shame that momentarily flashed across his face before being replaced by a predatory glint.
Mom’s body moved with me, a natural rhythm developing between us. Her ass grinding back against my hips, her occasional moans blending with John’s as she continued to work him over. The sheer audacity of the situation was mind-boggling. She was a fucking machine, a raw embodiment of desire, unfazed by the multiple dicks and the presence of her own son.
“That’s it, Darren,” David encouraged, now sitting back casually, watching like a spectator at a perverse show. “Show your mom what you’ve got. She likes it rough, don’t you, Mrs. Connor?”
Mom finally pulled her head from John’s now limp dick, a string of saliva connecting them briefly before snapping. She licked her lips, her eyes heavy-lidded as she turned her head just enough to meet my gaze over her shoulder. A wicked, unapologetic smirk played on her lips. “He’s right, darling,” she whispered, her voice husky and deep. “Don’t be shy. Give Mummy a good ride.”
John, now free, was breathing heavily, trying to process what had just happened. He looked at me, then at Mom, then back at me, his face a mixture of shock and arousal. He reached down and started stroking his own semi-erect cock, watching us. I picked up speed and really hammered into her snatch and fucking her foaming gash harder as he ass clapped loudly against me.
“Oooo yes, Darren,” Mom moaned, her voice raspy with pleasure. Her fingers gripped my hardening chest, digging her nails into my skin just enough to make me gasp. “Harder, you beautiful boy. Fuck me good, darling.” Her words, laced with lust and raw desire, fueled the fire raging within me. I moved faster, my thrusts more relentless.
Mom’s body was a symphony of sensations, her pussy gripping me like a velvet vice. The wet sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by her moans and my grunts. I could feel the pressure building inside me, a coil tightening with each thrust.
“Fuck, Mom,” I gasped, my voice strained. “You’re so… so tight. I don’t know if I can hold back I am going to…” Her ass rattled off of my abs I held both her shoulders as it help me ram my cock up her pussy doggystyle fucking her.
“Oh, Darren, yes!” Mom cried out, her voice dripping with ecstasy. “Give it to me, baby! Fill your mommy’s pussy with your hot cum!”
Her words pushed me over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, my cock pulsing as I released a torrent of semen into her waiting womb. My body shuddered with each spurt, my fingers digging into her shoulders as I held her in place.
Mom’s pussy clenched around me, milking every last drop from my throbbing dick. She let out a long, low moan of satisfaction, her body trembling beneath mine. “That’s it, darling,” she breathed heavily. “Give it all to me.”
As I pulled out, a flood of our combined juices leaked out of her well-fucked hole. Then she casually pulled her thong up and adjusted her skirt and said, “Good night boys.” As she stumbled out of my room and went to bed.
We all just looked at each other shocked at what happened.