I woke up that morning feeling restless like something inside me was itching to break free. It wasn’t about impressing anyone. It was about rediscovering the confidence I’d buried somewhere beneath the daily grind of being a wife and a mom. Dressing up had always been my little secret weapon, my way of reclaiming that spark.
I reached for my snug red V-neck top, the one that dipped low enough to show a teasing hint of cleavage. It hugged me in all the right places, making me feel bold and alive. I paired it with a sleek black skirt that stopped mid-thigh, showing just enough leg to remind myself I was still here, still me. My chestnut-brown hair fell in soft waves, brushing against my shoulders like a comforting whisper.
By the time I made it downstairs, the house felt empty. David was away on yet another business trip, as usual. Liam was at a friend’s house for the weekend. That left me alone with Adam.
The clatter of plates broke the quiet as Adam wandered into the kitchen, his dark hair sticking out in messy waves. At eighteen, he was tall and broad-shouldered, with the effortless confidence that only teenagers seem to have.
“Toast?” he asked, poking through the fridge.
“You know how to use the toaster, Adam,” I replied with a smirk, leaning on the counter.
He grinned, tossing a slice of bread in. “By the way, Ben, Tyler, and Josh are coming over tonight to watch the game. That cool?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Your dad wouldn’t like that.”
He shrugged, smirking. “Dad’s not here, though, is he?”
I sighed. “Fine, but you keep it under control. No loud music, no mess, no trouble. Got it?”
“Got it.” His grin widened as he bounded out of the room, already texting his friends.
By evening, I had cleaned the house and taken a long shower. I slipped into my favourite pink nightie, short and soft against my skin. It skimmed my curves and ended mid-thigh. David used to love it, though now it was just for me—a reminder that I was still worth noticing.
The sound of music and laughter drifted up the stairs, breaking my peaceful moment. I sighed, throwing the covers off and heading downstairs.
When I knocked on Adam’s door, it swung open to reveal the boys sprawled out on his bed and the floor. Beer cans were already scattered around. Ben’s blond hair was sticking up as he lounged against the headboard. Tyler, with his lean frame and mischievous grin, had a beer in one hand. Josh sat cross-legged on the floor, his serious face softening when he saw me.
“Mom,” Adam groaned. “It’s fine. We’re just hanging out.”
“It’s midnight,” I said, crossing my arms. “I told you to keep it under control.”
“Relax, Mum,” Adam said, flashing his winning smile. “Have a drink with us.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh, come on, Shelly,” Tyler chimed in, his grin widening. “Just one. You’re too cool not to.”
I hesitated, caught off guard by their playful energy. “Fine. One drink. But then this is over.”
One drink turned into two, and two turned into a blur of laughter and stories. The beer buzzed through me, softening my edges and loosening my tongue. I hadn’t felt this light, this free, in years.
“You’re the coolest mom ever,” Tyler said, leaning closer, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Don’t push it,” I said with a laugh, swatting his arm playfully.
“You know,” he said, his voice dropping slightly, “you’re kind of a knockout, Shelly.”
My laughter faltered as a blush crept up my neck. “Oh, stop,” I said, brushing him off with a nervous chuckle.
“I mean it,” he insisted, his hand grazing my arm.
Adam cut in, his voice sharp. “Tyler, don’t.”
“It’s a compliment,” Tyler said, holding up his hands in mock innocence. But the air had shifted. The room was alive with an energy I hadn’t felt in years.
“Another round?” I said quickly, standing to grab a beer and almost stumbling. Laughter erupted as I steadied myself.
“Mom, you okay?” Adam chuckled, moving to help, but I waved him off.
“Go grab your dad’s stash from the garage. This party’s not over yet,” I teased, my voice light, though my heart raced.
Adam grinned and headed out, leaving me alone with the boys.
Ben cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So, Shelly, you ever you know.”
“And what is you know,” I shot back, my tone teasing but my pulse quickening, was these boys hitting on me?
Ben gave a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck but hunger in his eyes. “I mean… Have you ever just, like, let loose? Go a little wild?”
I tilted my head, giving him a playful smile, though my stomach tightened. “Wild? You think I don’t know how to let loose? Boys, I’ve been doing this longer than you’ve been alive.”
That earned a round of laughter from all three, but the energy in the room didn’t shift back to harmless banter. Tyler’s smirk only grew, his brown eyes locked on mine like he wasn’t entirely joking.
“You’ve got that vibe, though,” Ben said, leaning forward slightly and getting closer. “Like you’re holding something back.”
“Trust me you boys couldn’t handle me,” I said, smirking as I leaned back against the doorframe, trying to play off the heat rising to my cheeks. My tone was light, teasing, but the tension in the room didn’t ease. If anything, their laughter only fueled the charged atmosphere.
Tyler tilted his head, his grin widening as if he was testing the limits. “Oh, I don’t know, Shelly. We’re tougher than we look.”
“Don’t test me, Tyler,” I replied, my voice firmer now, though my heart was racing. “I’m not as fun as you think. Like I said I can be wild, very wild when I want to be, don’t tell Adam I said that.”
The room went quiet for a beat after my words, the boys exchanging glances, their expressions shifting from playful surprise to something else entirely. Tyler’s grin stretched wider, more confident, as if I’d just handed him a challenge.
“Oh, don’t worry, Shelly,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “Your secret’s safe with us.”
Ben chuckled nervously, but there was an edge to his laugh like he wasn’t sure if I was joking or not.
The room hummed with an intensity I hadn’t felt in years—a mix of curiosity, amusement, and something far more electric. I stood there, forcing myself to keep my posture casual even as my pulse drummed in my ears.
Adam’s footsteps echoed faintly from the hallway, and I couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief as he walked back in, arms loaded with more beers.
“What’s going on?” he asked, glancing at me and then at his friends, his brow furrowing slightly.
“Just keeping your friends in line,” I quipped, grabbing a beer from his stash and twisting it open with a quick flick of my wrist. “They’re trying to convince me I don’t know how to have fun.”
Adam laughed, a little too loudly, clearly trying to break the tension. “Good luck with that. My mom’s a pro at shutting people down.”
His words were a lifeline, and I latched onto them. “Exactly,” I said, raising my beer in mock toast. “Cheers to shutting you all down.”
The boys laughed, but the atmosphere lingered on the edge of something. Tyler shot me one last mischievous look before leaning back against the wall, popping his beer open without breaking eye contact. “Guess we’ll have to see about that,” he murmured.
“So, how long is Adam’s dad away for don’t you get you know, lonely,” Ben said sipping his beer.
The question hung in the air, heavier than it should have been. Ben’s tone was casual, his words framed as a harmless inquiry, but his gaze gave away something else entirely—curiosity laced with something bolder. My stomach tightened, and I took a slow sip of my beer to buy myself a moment.
“Lonely?” I echoed, keeping my tone light, even teasing. “That’s a dangerous assumption, Ben. Who says I get lonely?”
His lips twitched into a nervous smirk, and he glanced at Tyler and Josh, as though looking for backup. Tyler, ever the instigator, leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I mean, come on, Shelly. A woman like you? I’d be shocked if you didn’t have someone keeping you company when David’s away.”
I raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze head-on. “You seem awfully interested in my personal life, Tyler,” I said, keeping my voice steady but my words sharp enough to make him hesitate. “Why’s that?”
He didn’t falter, his grin only widening. “Just saying, if I were your age, I’d never leave you alone.”
The room seemed to hold its breath, and for a split second, I felt the heat of their attention like a spotlight. My mind raced, part of me wanted to shut this down, but another part of me was too caught up in the charged energy to walk away. I could feel my cheeks warming, but I kept my expression calm, letting a small, sly smile play on my lips.
“Well,” I said, setting my beer down on the desk beside me, “Lucky for you, you’ll never have to worry about that, Tyler. And for the record, I do just fine on my own.”
Adam snorted as he returned from the kitchen, arms now laden with snacks. “God, Tyler, stop flirting with my mom. It’s gross.”
Tyler raised his hands in mock surrender, though his grin stayed firmly in place. “Relax, dude. Just giving your mom a hard time. She can handle it.”
“Damn right, I can,” I said, ruffling Adam’s hair as he passed me. “And don’t forget it.”
“Still didn’t answer my question, how long is he away for,” Ben said looking at me seriously.
“If you must know he is away for another two weeks and yes I get lonely,” I stopped myself short, catching the words as they hung in the air.
“That’s rough,” he said quietly, his tone softening. “Two weeks is a long time to be by yourself.”
“It’s not so bad,” I said quickly, brushing it off. “I have plenty to keep me busy. You boys, for one,” I added with a smirk, trying to lighten the moment.
“Be right back, I’m going to get snacks,” Adam announced, hopping up from his spot on the floor and heading toward the door.
I sat on the bed frozen for a second, holding my now-empty beer can, aware of the boys’ attention shifting back to me. Ben glanced up, his blue eyes meeting mine with a flicker of something unreadable. Tyler leaned back against the bedframe, his grin returning, slow and deliberate.
“Looks like it’s just us,” Tyler said, tipping his beer toward me before taking a sip. His voice had that same teasing lilt, but it carried an undercurrent I couldn’t ignore.
“It won’t be for long,” I replied smoothly, “he’s only getting snacks.”
“Well, we will have to make the most of it won’t we,” Tyler said as his hand hovered just above my thigh.
I met Tyler’s gaze squarely, my voice calm but firm as I said, “That’s enough, Tyler. You’re pushing your luck.”
His grin faltered, just slightly, as if he hadn’t expected me to call him out so directly. “Relax, Shelly,” he said, leaning back and raising his hands in mock surrender. “Just messing around.”
“I know exactly what you’re doing,” I replied, my tone steady but my eyes sharp. “And I’m telling you to stop, I am a married woman. Like I said before you boys wouldn’t be able to handle me,” Truth is apart of me was enjoying this type of attention, a little too much.
“Come on, Shelly,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “You can’t tell me you’re not at least a little curious.”
“Maybe I am, maybe I am not,” I smiled and downed my beer and reached for another.
I took a slow sip of my beer, savouring the cool fizz on my tongue as I met Tyler’s gaze again, a small, sly smile playing on my lips. “Curiosity,” I said finally, setting the bottle down on the desk beside me, “is a dangerous thing. You boys might want to be careful about playing with fire.”
Tyler chuckled, the sound low and rich. “Oh, I don’t know, Shelly. Sometimes fire’s worth the risk.”
His hand came up to cup my cheek, his touch gentle yet electric, sending a shiver down my spine. He looked into my eyes, “Your eyes are beautiful.”
He pressed his lips against mine and started to kiss me, I should have stopped him. We slowly started to lay down and he was on top of me kissing me.
“Damn, go on Tyler,” Ben encourage him.
We continued to kiss passionately, I felt his hand slide up my nightie to my panties. He grabbed them and pulled them down, exposing my wet, aching pussy to him. His fingers trailed along my folds, teasing and exploring, sending a surge of desire through me. I moaned softly as he found my clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure.
I heard his zipper go whilst still kissing me and I was jolted when he rammed his cock into my pussy.
He thrust into me, hard and fast. I gasped, feeling the stretch of his girth as he filled me up. He was large and thick, hitting that perfect spot deep inside my cunt with every thrust. His cock battered my cervix like a drumbeat, building up the pressure until it threatened to consume me entirely.
“Oh God,” I muttered into his mouth as he pumped his hard cock into my old-shaven snatch.
“Holy shit Ty dude,” Josh said as Ben and him couldn’t believe what their friend was doing to me.
“Ungh your pussy is so good, shall I stop,” Tyler groaned, his voice hoarse with lust. His cock was sliding in and out of my cunt, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure shooting through me. I couldn’t help but let out a low moan as he rutted into me like an animal, his cock battering against my cervix with every stroke. The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the wet slap of skin against skin.
“Don’t you fucking dare stop,” I gasped between pants.
Adam then walked back in, watching his best friend fucking me on his bed.
“Mom what the…” he said shocked.
“Ahh… harder,” I moan and then turn my head to the side to look at Adam as Tyler just pumped away at my cunt. Adam my son watching his own mom getting pumped with his best friend’s dick.
I couldn’t believe he’d just said that, but Adam beat me to a response. “Are you guys insane?? That’s my MOM!”
Tyler just shrugged, still nestled deep in my pussy. “She’s still a woman, dude. And I know my friends can appreciate that.”
He looked at me then, hope and desire warring in his eyes. “What do you say Shelly? Up for a little gangbang? We’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”
My mind reeled at the offer, but my body was already responding eagerly to his words, my slick walls clenching around his still-hard length. I knew I should say no, put a stop to this and send the boys home.
But the ache between my thighs was too strong, the need too great. It had been so long since I’d felt desired since I’d been touched like this. And the thought of four hard young cocks servicing me…
I met Tyler’s gaze, my eyes dark with lust. “Fuck it,” I breathed out, a slow smile spreading across my face. “Let’s do it. Give me everything you’ve got boys. I can take it.”
He then started shagging me harder, “You heard her boys gather around, and that means you to Adam.”
Ben and Josh moved closer and Ben get his cock out. Tyler stopped for a second and moved my body so my head was hanging off the bed. Ben pushed his cock to my lips as Tyler started to fuck my pussy again.
As I took Ben’s cock into my mouth, I could feel the head of it pressing against the back of my throat. He was large and thick, filling up every inch of space inside me. His hands tangled in my hair as he thrust his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper down my throat with each stroke.
Meanwhile, Tyler continued to rut into me while still on top of me grabbing my legs and putting them around him. He started to pump me harder and harder as I got throat fucked by Ben.
Eventually, Tyler Came hard inside of me and as soon as he pulled out my creampied pussy. Josh adjusted my body as Ben pulled his dick out of my mouth.
“Let’s spitroast her Ben,” Josh said getting me on my hands and knees on Adam’s bed. Josh kneels behind me and slides his cock inside of me from behind. I take Ben’s member back into my mouth.
Tyler brought Adam close up to me as he watched me taken by his friends.
“Your go next dude,” Tyler said to Adam. “Just let them have their fun first then you get her to yourself.
I pulled Ben’s cock out of my mouth for a moment and looked at Tyler and Adam as Josh was brutally pounding me.
“N… No, not… ahh fuck, no not happening, ah yes harder. It’s bad enough you are watching mmmm. You’re not fucking me, your my son.” I gasped out, before taking Ben back in my mouth.
As Josh slammed into me from behind, I gagged and choked on Ben’s member down my throat. Drool dripped down my chin and tits as they spitroasted me. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed obscenely through the room. My nipples were hard peaks begging to be played with.
Tyler stood behind his friends, stroking his own semi-hard cock, a wicked grin on his face as he watched me take their cocks. “Such a good little fucktoy,” he purred.
I tried to form a denial but it came out as a wanton moan around Ben’s thick shaft. It was true though, as much as I hated to admit it. I had never felt so desired, so deliciously dirty and used. My body was alight with forbidden pleasure.
I could feel another orgasm rapidly building, my swollen clit throbbing almost painfully. Josh’s balls slapped against it with each brutal thrust, sending sparks through me. I was going to cum again, hard. Cum on my son’s best friend’s cock, with my son watching me be defiled. The knowledge made me clench and shudder, teetering on the edge.
Ben suddenly pushed deep and held himself there, his cockhead lodged in my throat as he grunted his release. I struggled to breathe through my nose as spurt after spurt of his hot cum coated my tongue and throat. He pulled out with a gasp and I inhaled deeply, coughing and sputtering.
I gasped for air as Ben’s cock pulled out of my mouth, Adam standing there watching me get spit roasted by his friends as he groped his crotch.
Josh was still pounding away at me from behind, his hands gripping my hips hard. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me.
Suddenly, Josh let out a guttural moan and buried himself deep. I could feel his cock twitch as he exploded inside me, flooding my pussy with his hot seed. He pulls out panting.
“Go for it dude,” Tyler encouraged. “She can take it. Look at her, she’s gagging for it.”
Next thing I know there is another cock in me and hands on my hips tight, all have a sudden I am being rough fucked.
“AHHH FUCK, this cock felt so fucking big, whose cock was it,” I looked to the side to see Josh, Ben and Tyler. “W-wait… oh fuck, w-wheres… wheres…” The shock hit me as I looked over my shoulder to see Adam, pounding the living shit out of me after I said he wasn’t allowed to fuck me.
My heart raced as I felt my son’s hard cock slam into my cum stained pussy from behind. “Oh my god, Adam! What are you doing?!” I cried out, my voice a mix of shock and lust. I had just finished being fucked and filled by his three friends, but I had been adamant that he was the only one who was allowed to fuck me.
Adam gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my soft skin as he pounded into me hard and fast. The squelching sound of my swampy cunt has his dicked fired in and out of my cunt.
“You didn’t think I would let them have all the fun, did you Mom?” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Watching them fuck you…it drove me crazy. I need to be inside you too.”
I couldn’t believe he had actually done it – watched me be used like a fucktoy by his friends, only to take me for himself. My mind raced as I tried to process everything that had happened.
As Adam’s cock slammed into me over and over, my pussy still sloppy with the cum from the other boys, I realized that maybe I couldn’t blame him. Watching his mother get fucked by his best friends, seeing how much she needed it… it was bound to drive any young man wild with lust.
Adam pounded into me like a man possessed, his cock stretching me out in a way no one else’s had. I could feel every inch of him as he thrust, his heavy balls slapping against my ass with each pump.
“Fuuuuck Mom,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. I felt his and reach around and pull one of my boobs out the top of my nightie. He squeezed it as he drilled into my soppy cunt.
I couldn’t form a response, too lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by my own son. My pussy clenched around him greedily, trying to pull him deeper.
Suddenly, Adam stilled, buried to the hilt inside me. I felt his cock twitch as he exploded, painting my insides with his hot seed. He collapsed against my back, both of us gasping for air as we came down from our intense climax.
After a few moments, Adam pulled out with a grunt, his cum leaking out of my sweaty-soaked hole to drip onto the sheets. I slumped forward, completely spent and fucked out.
As I lay there in a daze, covered in jizz and utterly satisfied, I couldn’t help but smile. Who knew being a milf could be so much fun?
I put my knickers back on and sat on the edge of the bed, and Adam, his face flushed with a mix of surprise and excitement, collapsed beside me. The room felt heavy with the weight of what we had just done.
My pulse raced as I turned to look at him. “That was… that was something else,” I said softly, trying to find the right words but failing miserably. The truth is, there aren’t any words in existence that could ever capture the intensity of that moment – when my own son took me like he never had before.
Adam stood there tucking his cock away, looking flushed and surprised. “I can’t believe we just… I mean, you…” His voice trailed off, his eyes fixed on me with a hunger that took my breath away.
“No one must know about this,” I muttered under my breath, then I turned to Adam “Especially your father.”
The next morning, I woke up feeling hungover and disoriented. My body ached from the night before, my muscles sore and my joints stiff. I glanced over at Adam’s bed, expecting to find him still asleep after our wild night together. But it was empty, the sheets rumpled but cold to the touch.
I sighed, rolling out of bed and pulling on a robe before heading downstairs in search of coffee. The house was eerily quiet as I padded through the kitchen and into the living room. There was no sign of Adam or his friends – just an empty pizza box on the coffee table and a few crumpled beer cans scattered around on the floor like fallen leaves after a storm.
As I brewed myself some coffee, my mind raced with thoughts about what had happened last night – thoughts that both excited me and filled me with guilt at once. What had possessed me to let things go so far? To give in to such reckless abandon? And more importantly: what now? Could we ever go back to normal after this?