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Party Mom Ch. 01

By: PurpleMonkeyDishwash



Josh had told me he was having a small get together at his place at noon and that I should go. I wasn't really that great friends with Josh; we had worked together on chemistry a few times, and he seemed like a nice guy. The real reason I wanted to go was because of Josh's girlfriend Sonny. I'd spent that last ten years of my life masturbating to that girl, ever since she hit puberty in fifth grade. Now, we were older, but that didn't change the fact that Sonny had big tits and fine curves.

The issue was I didn't have a car, so I had to ask my mom for a ride. Being a single mom, she sometimes got lonely so she bugged be about where exactly I was asking her to take me.

"Just a friend's house, mom," I said.

"Which friend?" she asked.

"His name's Josh, he's having a little party."

"Oh?" my mom asked, looking at me oddly, "Well I've never met Josh, how do I know his party is safe?"

"You can trust me, mom, I'm an adult."

"Not while you're under this roof," she said. She was right. I had no money of my own and I wasn't done with high school yet. There was absolutely nothing I could do but live with her and follow her orders. 

"Anyway," she said, "I'll come with you to the party, just to make sure."

"Mom, they don't want you to come to their party."

"Ask him. Call him up and see."

I sighed. Whatever. I called Josh on my phone.

"Hey man, what's up?" he answered.

"Hey, I don't know if I'll be able to come to the party."

"Ah, no way, what happened?"

"Well, the only way I'd be able to get there is with my mom, and she said she'd have to come to the party to in order to take me and I know you wouldn't want that."

There was a fumble as Josh spoke to someone else in his house before coming back to the phone.

"Wait, is your mom the chick who runs the snack booth after school?"

He was right. My mom liked to volunteer for the PTA selling candy and chips at my school.

"The one with big tits?" Josh asked.

"Uhhhhh, I guess?" I answered. How was I supposed to answer that? "The one who gave Joey a handjob?!" 

I had heard those rumors before, and I wasn't sure if they were true or not. Apparently, my mom had needed help carrying snacks one day, and after Joey had helped her, she had brought him behind the snack booth and jerked him off onto her tits. 

It sounded a little extreme, but it could've been something my mom would do. She'd always been open about her sexuality, dressing skimpily and openly sleeping with guys around the house. Sometimes she'd even comment on how handsome a few of my friends were. It was entirely possible that my mom had beaten Joey's meat onto her chest. I just preferred not to think about it. 

"Yea, I think that's what people are saying about her," I answered to Josh.

"Oh my god, dude, absolutely bring your mom, that sounds awesome."

"Oh, okay, I guess I'll be there in a half hour or so."

"Tell her to wear something hot!" he yelled before hanging up.

"Well, what'd he say?" my mom cooed victoriously.

"He said you should wear something hot?" I said awkwardly. It was a strange message to deliver.

"Ha, ha, I will," my mom answered, and I shuddered. She skipped off to her room to get ready.

I was already dressed, so I sat out in the car waiting for her. It was a while before she sauntered over to the van and got into the driver's seat

My mom wore a tight t-shirt whose bottom she'd cut off so that she could show off her midriff. She had a pair of small jean shorts on, the kind that didn't even try to cover her fleshy ass or inner thighs. She was driving with the seat belt wedged between her heaving chest, loose and fleshy with wide open cleavage. Not that I was looking. I get weirded out by my mom's sluttiness.

We got to the party late; there were about four cars parked out front already. The sun was shining pretty brightly as we walked towards the doorstep.

My mom knocked and Josh came to answer. 

"Hey man!" he said, hugging me. 

"And hi," he said to my mom, looking at her uncovered body from top to bottom, "I'm Josh."

"I'm Chad's mom," she said, bending her knees and giggling.

"Come on in," he added, ushering us in and walking behind. He was staring meanly at my mom's ass as she swayed her hips.

Everyone was sitting in the living room in a circle. There were two guys who I didn't recognize, each with a girl on their lap, then Sonny, leaning against a couch. She was holding a bright green bong which she was lighting as we entered.

Josh took a seat next to Sonny and squeezed her against him. She stroked his thigh with her free hand.

Upon seeing Sonny, I immediately felt a stirring in my pants. She was wearing a skin tight shirt that only served to show off the immense perkiness of her breasts. Her thick dick-sucking-lips wrapped slowly around the bong mouth and I nearly popped a boner right there.

My mom sat next to Josh and I followed, between her and one of the guys. Everyone in the room was stoned.

I was worried that my mom would be upset at the drug use, seeing as stopping that kind of thing was the reason she supposedly came, but she seemed alright with it. 

The bong passed around to the guys and eventually to me. I was unsure about getting stoned with my mom around, but Sonny stared at me with those sexy eyes and I knew I had to. When I was finished, I handed it to the next person in the circle: my mom.

Inexperienced, she fumbled with the lighter until Josh leaned over and grabbed her hand, helping her light it. He guided the mouth to her lips, and my mom licked the rim slowly before shoving the thing into her mouth. One of the guys yelled "Damn, what a show," and I shrugged awkwardly.

When she had inhaled enough, she offered the bong back to Josh, who shook his head, so my mom handed it to Sonny.

"I really like your top," Sonny said to my mom. Here was the girl whose top I had ripped off in millions of self-pleasure fantasies telling my mom that her top was nice.

"Oh, really?" my mom said, pulling down on the bottom of the shirt and sending more of her boobs up out of the low cut neck line, "Thanks so much."

"Seriously, you're gorgeous," Sonny said sincerely, "Your tits are like busting out of that shirt. How do you know Josh again?"

"Oh, I'm Chad's mom," she said, putting her arm over my shoulder and smiling.

"Oh my god, no way!" Sonny said incredulously, "You look the same age as him!"

"Ha, thanks," my mom laughed.

"Chad, you should be proud that your mommy's such a hottie," Sonny said to me, and then took a hit off the bong. It was the first time I could remember that she had addressed me directly.

After a half hour or so, everyone was pretty buzzed. One of the guys had left to go into the other room with his girl, and the other was making out with his in the corner. Sonny was leaning up against Josh, and somehow, so was my mom. Josh had a hand on the inside of each of their thighs and was rubbing them up and down as he told a joke that made both of them laugh.

I guess I didn't mind. It was weird and all, but my mom was an adult, she could sit wherever she wanted. I was just surprised Sonny was okay. She seemed totally fine with the way Josh was feeling up my mom.

"I honestly can't get over how great your chest looks," Sonny said to my mom somewhat randomly, "I mean really, your boobs look spectacular. They're real, right?"

"Of course they are! And it's fine," my mom said, pretty stoned. She put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest. "You can feel them if you want."

Sonny leaned over Josh, who stared with an eerie smile, and lifted each of my mom's tits up and down.

"They're fucking heavy," she said, moving my mom's boobs faster. 

"Yeah, you should've seen me when I was breastfeeding Chad," she added, "My tits must've weighed a ton." The three of them started laughing, and I added in a nervous chuckle.

Sonny kept groping my mom for a while, but then stopped when Josh stood up.

"Let's go out to the pool," he suggested. Sonny stood up with him but my mom laid down.

"I'm going to lay here for a little while," she said, stoned, so we let her lay.

Josh brought me a pair of swimming trunks and we let Sonny go change in the bathroom. We went out to the pool and found the two other girls already out there, their guys somewhere else. Josh and I chatted with them for a few minutes, but it wasn't long before Sonny came out and joined us. 

She was wearing a bright shiny gold bikini that screamed "I want people to look at my body." Her tan skin radiated as she walked, and her boobs shook lightly, pressed together in a natural cleavage. She sauntered and sat with her legs dangling in the water and Josh swam over to her and grabbed her curvy hips.

"You look sexy," he told her, and that's exactly what I was thinking. If I could've, I would've whipped my cock out right there and jacked off into the pool.

I spent a little bit more time with the two girls, neither of whom seemed really interested in me. Josh and Sonny were kissing pretty viciously at the edge of the pool, and I kept stealing glances to watch the scene.

One of the girls noticed this.

"Do you have the hots for Sonny or are you gay for Josh?" she asked me. 

Embarrassed, I answered, "Uhh, neither, really."

"You sure you're not gay for Josh? He's got a huge cock, you know. For all I know, he fucks girls, but maybe he'd let you suck him off some time." She giggled.

"No, I'm not gay," I told her, but she didn't seem to care.

I heard the sliding glass door open and the other girl's guy came through. He wasn't wearing any pants, which I found strange, because I don't see why he would've taken them off. His long hairy cock shook as he walked.

"Come on, honey," he beckoned, and the girl stood up and followed me.

"Thanks for having us, Josh," he said, but Josh wasn't listening really. "We had a great time." Here he looked at me, and I stared back blankly.

"You sure you're not gay? He's got a big cock too, you see."

"No, I'm not gay," I told her again.

Here, the other guy came out from the door, his pants gone too. His cock was probably even bigger than the other guy's.

"I guess I'm leaving," she said, standing up, "I'm Maria by the way. Nice talking to you Chad."

"Why did he take off his pants?" I asked her before she left.

"I don't know, must've gotten his dick sucked," she giggled, and left with him through the house.

I wasn't sure what was going on, but I was still pretty stoned, so I swam around a bit, stilling glancing at Josh and Sonny getting steamy at the side. After a few minutes, my mom stumbled through the door.

"Hey guys," she said, and I glanced up to greet her.

There was a big ring of sticky clear goop around her mouth, much of it on her lips and some of it dripping onto the exposed tops of her chest. She smiled widely, still hazy and high.

"What's on your mouth, mom?" I asked her, and she started laughing.

"I ate a popsicle," she told me, letting some fall from her bottom lip and disappear into the cavern of her cleavage, "No wait, I ate two popsicles. Sticky popsicles." She burst into laughter.

"Nah, Chad," Sonny piped in, looking at the shiny mess on my mom's mouth, "I think your mom swallowed some cock."

"Nope," my mom said, giggling like crazy, "I was just drinking some cream. Lots of yummy cream in my belly." She glided over and sprawled down next to where Sonny and Josh sat.

Sonny extended a finger a swabbed some glop off of my mom's cheek, tasting it daintily and then smiling.

"Chad, your mom is even hotter than I thought," she said to me, and they all started laughing.

"I want to go in the water," said my mom, "Can I borrow a bathing suit, Josh?"

"Sorry babe," Josh said, "I don't have any girl's bathing suits."

My mom sighed.

"You could go topless, though," Josh suggested, "I don't think any of us would care."

"Mmmm," Sonny said, "Bust out them mommy titties, baby."

"No," I yelled before my mom could do anything, "I don't want that."

"What's that, honey?" my mom asked.

"I don't want you going topless in front of my friends, you're my mom." If she'd really just sucked off two guys in the house, then that really was enough, I couldn't handle any more than that. 

Sonny pouted, but I wouldn't be swayed even by that.

My mom licked her lips and sucked in some cum.

"Fine honey," she said, "I won't if you don't want me to."

Josh went back to kissing Sonny, and I started swimming laps. My mom arched back and poked her chest towards the sun. Every few minutes, Josh would stroke a thigh of my mom's, or Sonny was cop another feel of her tits, but my mom didn't seem to mind. She just let out a small moan each instance.

The sliding door opened and I saw Maria come through.

"Josh, could you help me find Ronny's pants? They seem to have disappeared."

"I'm busy," he said, kissing Sonny's stomach.

"I'll help you," I offered, getting out of the pool.

I walked into the house with Maria and searched underneath the couches for her.

"I don't know what she did to him," referring to my mom and Ronny, "But he sure is happy. I tried to give him a blowjob before we looked for his pants but he wasn't even interested. Your mom must be some sex cat."

"I guess," I said, unsure.

"Man, did your mom suck his balls dry..." Maria said.

I scooped up a pair of pants from underneath a table.

"There they are," Maria said, taking the pants from me, "Thanks, Chad."

"No problem, I guess," I said, "Good luck with Ronny."

"Ha, good luck with your mom!" she yelled, and then she was gone.

I walked back out through the sliding door, but they weren't near the pool anymore. I noticed the sun was starting to set, and saw a lantern shining brightly from around the side of the house. Josh had said he had a hot tub, and that must've been where it was.

I was right; the three of them were cozy in the hot tub. But I noticed immediately that my mom had taken off her top. Her tan bare tits floated gently on the bubbly water.

"Hey Chad," Josh called to me, his left arm around my mom's shoulder and groping slightly her open left tit, "Come in the water."

I didn't know what else to do, so I got into the water across from the three of them.

"I know you told me not to take off my top," my mom said to me, "But I figured it would be okay for the hot tub."

"Why would it be okay for the hot tub?" I asked.

"Because hot tubs are fun," she answered, "And everything's more fun when I take off my top." Everyone laughed.

"I'll be right back," Sonny said, standing up, "I'm going to get us some drinks." I watched her tight ass as she stood up and walked away.

In Sonny's abscense, my mom scooted fully onto Josh's lap. He nearly cradled her in his arms, her tits floating up near his chest.

"You look uncomfortable," he said to me.

"A little," I said, trying not to stare at my mom's open chest.

"Don't be uncomfortable!" my mom yelled, "You should be fine around my boobs. These babies fed you, once, you know. You sucked on my tits twice a day until you were three."

"You breastfed until he was three?" Josh asked. My mom nodded. Sonny came back with a bottle of Jack Daniels and set it on the side of the hot tub.

"Well, if I had an open tab to tits like that, I wouldn't want to give them up either," Josh said.

"Damn straight," added my mom, and she took a shot of Jack right from the bottle, "Why stop feeding if there's still loads of milk being made."

Josh laughed.

"You are the fucking greatest mom I know," Sonny added, and my mom offered her the bottle.

"Sonny, go sit with Chad, he looks lonely," Josh ordered. Sonny scooted over and curled up next to me.

"Hey buddy," she said into my ear, he tits pressed against my shoulder and her fingers dancing along my knee, "How are you doing over here?"

"Uh, I'm find," I stammered nervously.

"I'm so glad I got to talk with you today," she said, "And meet your mom."

"Yeah," I said, "Me too."

Sonny giggled. It was pitch black outside now, except for the lantern they had turned on.

"Am I making you hard?" she asked me, and her hand swam over and grabbed my crotch.

"Ha, ha, I am," she said, "That's all it takes to make you hard."

"Um, I guess," I said.

"Whip it out, then," she whispered into my ear, and I gulped.

"But my mom's right there," I said, somewhat too loudly.

"Oh no," my mom said, standing up to reveal her soaked shrinking jean shorts, "Josh and I were just going to go inside anyway."

"Yep," Josh said, standing up and smiling.

"We're going to have another popsicle, or something," cooed my mom, and Josh took her by the hand led her around the side of the house.

"Whip it out," Sonny said to me again, and I did. My cock was rock hard and she grabbed it in her hands.

"Are you going to jerk me off?" I asked, stupidly.

Sonny stared me in the eyes.

"No," she said, and swam away to where Josh and my mom had been sitting.

"I'm not really interested in you sexually," she explained, "That was just for Josh's sake. He thought you looked lonely.

"Oh," I sighed, and started to put my cock back into my pants.

"Oh, you can keep it out," Sonny told me, "If you want to jerk off while I'm sitting here, go ahead. I'm happy to be the basis for your masturbation."

I skeptically gripped the base of my cock and started stroking.

"Can I maybe see your tits?" I asked, stroking.

"Ha, ha, sorry, dear, I'm not as slutty as your mom is." She laughed. I just kept jacking off.

"Nah, that was harsh, Chad, I'm sorry," Sonny added, "But your mom is really quite the character."

"Yeah, I know," I said. My eyes were focused directly at Sonny's chest.

"I do envy her though," she said, "Josh is giving her the fucking of a lifetime up there." She pointed at a window above us that had become illuminated in the last few moments.

"He's got a huge tool and he uses it like magic," she explained, "I mean, I melted when he just stuck in the head. After a few minutes, he was pounding me like a jack hammer and I just kept cumming oceans."

She sighed and her breasts heaved.

"That's what your mom is getting now," she explained, "If you're quiet, you can hear it."

I looked up at the window, and sure enough, I could hear the distinct moans of my mom and Josh fucking away like rabbits.

"I mean, with tits like hers, Josh is having a great time too. Ever see a girl get titty-fucked? It's not easy, but your mom is perfectly endowed for it. I know for sure that Josh is using your mom's tits to get off. Right now." The moans upstairs continued.

"I know it could be tough to hear," Sonny explained, "But you've got a yummy mummy."

"A what?" I asked.

"It's like a milf," she said, "But younger. Your mom isn't old and hot, she's young and hot and your mom. A yummy mummy."

Above us, the noise got louder, and the window opened up. Out came my mom's torso, he arms reaching back into the room to support herself. I could see Josh pumping into her from behind, her tits and hair dangling out the window above us.

"MMMmmmyessss," she moaned, biting her lips, "Fuck fuck fuck, that's good."

"See, what'd I tell you?" Sonny asked, "Your mom is getting fucked real sweet."

Suddenly, Josh's voice rang out, "Sonny!"

"Yes?" she called back to him from the hot tub.

"Come up here, we, uhh, need your help with something."

Sonny licked her lips.

"Looks like I get a taste of your yummy mummy too," she said, standing up, "Maybe I'll get to eat her pussy. You know I've never been with a girl before." She leaped out of the tub and hopped towards the house.

"But wait," I yelled, "I haven't cum yet."

She giggled.

"Don't worry," she said, "You'll be able to hear us fucking up there. That should be plenty for you to beat your meat to. Good luck!" She disappeared behind the house.


Party Mom Ch. 01



I let myself sink into the hot tub. Soon, I heard Sonny's voiced joined up in the open window, but it was too intertwined with my mom's pleasure groans to arouse me. Cock in hand, I let myself close my eyes and drift off to sleep.



Party Mom Ch. 02



I woke up on the lawn outside the hot tub. Everyone else was gone. I guess I had climbed out of it at some point during the night, but I couldn't even remember. It took me awhile to reconstruct the day before. Sonny and Josh, my mom, everything. Sonny, sitting on my cock while Josh fucked my mom upstairs... Oh, but she had left, gone with Josh to fuck my mom too... 

I didn't want to think about my mom's behavior; it creeped me out. She had sucked cock, been fondled, and then fucked two kids her son's age, wow! My mom was a complete whore. When I thought of Sonny, however, my cock began to twitch. Her big tits had been pressed right into my face. I had jerked my cock while staring at her in a bikini. I had heard her squeal and moan in pleasure as Josh fucked her brains out (my mom helping too, disturbingly). Damn mom, getting the pussy I had only dreamed of. Oh well.

I tried to stand up but fell back down immediately. My pants were around my ankles, I realized, my waist completely naked in the open air. I had fallen asleep masturbating, and I guess I stayed that way all night. I hoped none of the neighbors had passed by to see my dick hanging out right in public.

I scurried my pants back on and walked towards the house. As I approached the pool and the house, I smelled something really great. Someone was cooking in the kitchen.

I opened the door and saw my mom standing over the stove. She looked up and smiled hello to me. I didn't want to look at her after everything that had happened yesterday, but she called my name.

"Chad!" she yelled, "How'd you sleep?"

She was wearing a pair of jeans she had borrowed from Josh, but they were unzipped and unbuttoned, showing her panties out of the front. The jeans were skinny, way too small on Josh (which is why he gave them to my mom) so they hugged her butt irregularly, showing the size of firmness of her behind. Above that was, well, nothing. My mom's tan abdomen and firm tits were hanging out freely as she cooked bacon and eggs over the stove. 

Even worse than this, however, was the state of her face. Her mouth and the area around her mouth were sticky with dried cum, which was also bunched up in her hair and on her shoulders. Much of the wet fluid could have been from Sonny, for all I knew. My mom looked like she had been dipped through a donut glazer.

I tried not to stare as I sat down at the table. I was really hung over, and I was surprised that my mom could be so cheery so early in the morning. I looked at a clock on the wall and realized it was nearly two in the afternoon already. I guess I had been asleep for a while.

I heard steps on the stairs and Sonny came through the door. She was wearing a long t-shirt that came down just past her waist, like a short short dress. Her hair was pushed to the side and she was smiling widely.

"Hey sexy," she said, and I looked up at her eyes. She was talking to my mom. She reached from behind her at the stove and slipped one hand down the back of my mom's pants and another around the side. She squeezed a tit and a cheek, enjoying the firm flesh of both.

"Ha, good morning," my mom said, letting Sonny kiss her neck.

Sonny came over at sat at the table with me. My mom stayed at the stove.

"You're still here?" Sonny asked, "Well, I guess you can't leave unless someone drives you."

I didn't know what to say.

"We had a great time last night," Sonny added, "You should've joined us."

"Gross!" I said, looking over my shoulder at my mother. I leaned over and said in a hushed whisper: "She's my mom, for god's sake!"

Sonny just laughed.

"So?" she said, "She's a fine sexy woman. Seriously. Look at those tits. I mean, what a sexy bitch! She's cooking me breakfast topless. Your mom is practically made of sex."

As if beckoned, my mom came over to the table and scooped bacon and eggs onto plates for each of us. Sonny took this opportunity to scoop some more of my mom's dangling tits.

"Give me a kiss," Sonny said, and my mom obediently leaned over and tongued Sonny deeply. Sonny fondled her breasts as they embraced.

"Now let's have some pancakes too, you little bitch," Sonny said playfully to her, slapping my mom's ass as she turned around to head back to the stove.

"Josh is asleep," Sonny told me, "He's really tired after last night. He should be, seeing as he was able to juggle the two of us all night long."

My mom opened the fridge to get eggs and milk for pancakes, and when she closed the door her nipples were cold and hard.

We ate the eggs and bacon, and eventually my mom came to the table with pancakes and sat down with us.

"So," my mom said, putting her arms down on the table and smiling, "I've had a really great time."

"Me too, babe," Sonny said, eating.

"I was thinking," my mom said, "that because Josh had this party, I should have a party for him and whoever you want to invite tonight."

I looked at my mom, but she was smiling at Sonny.

"Sounds hot," Sonny said, smirking back at my mom.

"Good," my mom said, "I just have to get some stuff to be ready. Why don't we all take my car, you can drop me off at the mall, then you and Chad can head back to my place and hang out until Josh comes and picks me up and brings me back home for the party, okay? That sound alright?"

"Sure," Sonny said, "Should be fun."

"Great," my mom said, "I'll just go gather my clothes and clean up and then we can go. I'll text Josh to tell him what's going on, I wouldn't want to wake him." She giggled. 

My mom headed for the bedroom, and Sonny stared as her ass swayed as she walked out of the room.

"Fuck, your mom is hot, Chad." I squirmed in my seat.

"And she eats pussy like a champ. She was incredible last night. I shoved her head right down between my legs and she just made magic happen. By the end of it, her face was dripping wet, but hey, that's what happens. I was surprised she could even breathe, seeing as how hard I shoved her head into my crotch."

I lost any appetite I had left.

"You know what," Sonny said, hearing my mom's footsteps coming down the stairs, ready to leave, "I'm going to see if I can get some more head from your mom in the van before we leave. Can you go upstairs and get my stuff from Josh's room? I'll be in the van with your mom. Give us a little while, and come down with all my things."

Sonny stood up from the table and walked towards the doorway where my mom was standing, dressed and ready. She put her arm around her.

"And don't wake Josh!" Sonny added, sliding her hand down my mom's back and grabbing her ass. They walked out towards the van like this.

I stepped up the stairs slowly and found Josh's room. He had a king size bed, and was asleep on it face up. There was evidence of sex everywhere. The sheets were tangled, covered in various stains. I found six used condoms around the floor which I was careful to walk around.

Mostly though, what I noticed was between Josh's legs. He was asleep, yes, but he was naked. His eyes were closed, and resting on his right thigh was the biggest slab of cock I had ever seen. Josh's dick was absolutely enormous. What a long, fat, and sturdy cock! I couldn't help but imagine my mom grasping it, stroking it, sucking it, licking it, grabbing it and shoving it between her tits and between her legs. This was the tool had made both my crush and my mother moan in utter ecstasy.

I collected all of Sonny's items I could see; a shirt, a purse, a pair of shoes. There was a sock that belonged to her draped by the window, and looking out, I could see the van rocking violently back and forth. Sonny must have been shaking back and forth as my mom lapped dutifully between her legs.

The other sock was on Josh's desk, and I couldn't help but notice his computer was open. I figured I'd check my email real quick, seeing as it looked like my mom and Sonny wouldn't be done any time soon.

The computer was right now open to a stock portfolio Josh was keeping open. Josh had been trading stocks since was little, and despite his age, he was doing very well for himself. He had enough to buy himself a car, used, and to support himself pretty well. I minimized the program to get to the email.

Moving the mouse, I saw that there was also an album of photos open, large thumbnails, about fifty or sixty. Scrolling through them, I realized they were all taken last night. There was my mom, topless, kissing Josh. There was one with my mom leaning forwards at the cameras as Josh fucked her doggy style from behind. These made me feel weird, but I kept going because I knew I would get to see Sonny naked eventually. I had dreamed of seeing her tits for so long, and even though she was now banging my mom, that didn't stop her from being the sexiest person I knew.

Sonny didn't show up until the last four pictures though, the rest was just my mom sucking cock and getting fucked. The last few showed Sonny, in her bikini, taking off her top from behind. I didn't get to see anything but her naked back because she had the sense to turn the camera off immediately. Just my luck.

I looked out the window to see that the van had stopped rocking, so I gathered Sonny's things and headed out the front door. I knocked on the tinted window of the van, then stepped back and the again-topless torso of my mother popped out from the opening window.

"Hey honey," she said, he mouth sticky and freshly wet, "Sonny wants her clothes."

I handed them to my mom, who took them and closed the window. After a few minutes, they opened the door. They both were fully dressed now, and I sat in the back seat as Sonny drove with my mom in the passenger.

"You let Sonny drive the van?" I asked my mom.

"Ha," Sonny answered, "Your mom lets me do a lot of things."

We drove to the mall and let my mom out at the front.

"I'll see you later," she said, walking towards the entrance. Sonny stared at her ass the entire time before driving off.

"Man, can your mom eat pussy..." Sonny said, out of the blue. I was still in the back seat.

When we left the parking lot, Sonny took a turn away from my house.

"My house is the other way," I corrected her, but she didn't care.

"I thought we could go get my friend first."

I frowned.

"I don't know if I want your friend just coming to my house. Is it someone I know?"

"Not, it's not a school friend," Sonny answered, smiling, "It's an older friend."

"How much older?" I asked.

"Not too much. But if this party's going to be as sexy as your mom makes it out to be, I have to invite my friend."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because my friend's a porn star," she answered, simply.

I was silent. A porn star? My dick began to stir in my pants again. Images of a hot blonde porn star with big tits and fat ass getting fucked hard over a couch floated into my head. Maybe I could even get her to fuck me. I was excited.

"Okay," I said, "That's fine." Sonny shot me a smile.

"It's a nearby house," she said, turning onto a residential street.

She parked the car at a home and told me to wait inside.

"I'll be right out with Alex," she told me. I couldn't wait to see how hot this porn star girl was.

She spent a while in the house, but when she came out, I was shocked. Alex was not a blonde with big tits and a fat ass. Alex was a six foot tall black man with bulging muscles and a tight t-shirt.

He got into the front seat and Sonny started the car.

"Hey man," he said, reaching into the back seat to shake my hand, "I'm Alex."

"Chad," I said, trying to conceal my disappointment. Sonny began heading towards my house.

"So I heard your mom's a MILF," he said.

"Yummy mummy," Sonny corrected him. He licked his lips.

"Nice," he said, "I've fucked a lot of hot moms, and they're always the best."

"She eats pussy like a pro," Sonny told him.

"I hope she can swallow cock too," Alex added.

"Uhh, I guess," I said.

"The party's not until later," Sonny clarified, "But I figured we can hang out and have some fun at Chad's house until then."

"Sounds cool," Alex said.

When we got to the house, Sonny and Alex sat down on the couch and started watching the television.

"Can you bring us some drinks?" Sonny asked me, "Lemonade or something."

"Sure," I said, and fixed them something.

When I came back, they were smoking a blunt Alex had in his pocket. I sat down with them and took a few puffs myself.

"It's fucking hot," Alex complained, "Let's go swimming or something."

"I don't have a suit," Sonny said, "But I can borrow one from your mom, right Chad?"

"I guess."

"Nah," Alex said, "Just go naked. I want to see that cute little body of yours."

She smiled. "Not with Chad here," she said, standing up. "Let's go find a swimsuit."

They headed towards my mom's room and I followed them in. I directed them towards the closet.

"Wow, your mom has a lot of sexy outfits," Alex said, looking at the various dresses on the hangers.

Sonny found where my mom kept her bikinis and pulled out a bunch in a handful.

"Wow, look at this skimpy one," she said, holding up a white one that looked just like a piece of string. "I bet your mom looks so sexy in this thing."

"Damn," Alex said, looking at the different tiny swimsuits, "Your mom must be a fucking slut."

Sonny reached in to grab more, but stopped and pulled something out of the drawer.

"What do we have here!" she said, holding it in her hands. It was a long black dildo.

"Oh shit," she said, inspecting it from all sides, "Looks like mommy likes to have a little fun."

"Wait a second," Alex said, looking at the dildo, "I know this thing. This is the one I modeled. That's my cock."

Sure enough, on the side it said "Authentic Alex Lawrence Cock".

Sonny sniffed it, inhaling the scent of my mother's juices.

"Your mom has been fucking herself with my cock," Alex said, laughing, "Damn, I can't wait to meet this bitch."

Sonny held the dildo in her hands, stroking it up and down.

"Is your cock really this big?" Sonny asked. I was surprised that she hadn't seen Alex's cock in person yet.

"Of course, darling," Alex said, moving closer, "Haven't you seen any of my films."

Sonny laughed. "Not really, I just knew you made them."

Alex put his arm around Sonny's waist.

"Chad, why don't you go into the other room," Sonny suggested, letting Alex embrace her and paw at her ass. She was holding the dildo in her hand and eyeing it widely.

I left, and Alex slammed the door behind me. I was upset that they had abandoned me like this, but honestly, I was more aroused at the idea of Sonny getting fucked by that stud. I sat down next to the door and listened. The sounds of Sonny and Alex as they undressed made my dick hard.

I couldn't see anything, but I unzipped my pants and let my cock out. I stroked it until it was hard. For a while, I had been teased and aroused, and I needed release. Sonny moaned, and I imagined Alex fondling her breasts and slipping a hand inside of her legs.

I pumped at my cock as I listened to them fuck. It wasn't long before I was ready to finish. In a moment of ecstasy, I shot my load into my underpants, pump after pump. My cock went limp, and I wiped my sticky hand onto my pants. They were still fucking away, so I went into my room to change.

I got into my swimming trunks and went out to the pool. They came out a bit later, Sonny in my mom's tiny white bikini and Alex in a pair of boxers. Sonny took a seat on a lawn chair, and Alex slid down his shorts and leaped into the pool.

Even after seeing my mom's dildo, I was still surprised by the size of his cock. What a long fat black cock! I imagined Sonny's lips salivating all over it, and it cumming loads of jism down into her stomach. Even after masturbating, I was getting horny again.

Alex swam laps in the pool, and Sonny tanned. I took a small nap, still high from earlier. Later, Sonny took a small dip and Alex got out, dried off, and put his clothes back on, sitting in the sun on a chair.

The sun was setting when Josh and my mom got back. She was carrying backs of liquor, and Josh had brought his DJ set for music. Josh stepped into the house to set up the system, and Sonny went with him. Alex, my mom and I stayed out by the pool.

"Hi honey," my mom said, hugging me in my chair.

"And who's you friend?" she asked, looking at Alex, who has stood up to greet her.

"Alex Lawrence," he said, smiling and shaking her hand. My mom's eyes went wide.

"Alex Lawrence?" she asked, "The Alex Lawrence?"

"Of course," he said.

"Well, you get a hug too then," she said mischievously. My mom wrapped her arms around his big frame, mashing her tits again his hard chest. He smirked and me and nodded as her hand moved down to feel my mom's firm ass.

"You're friendly," my mom said, laughing. Alex laughed too.

We all went inside and found Josh and Sonny.

"I got these for you," my mom said, reaching into a bag on the floor. She pulled out a small strip of black material. The entire bag was filled with it.

"What is it?" I asked.

"A speedo," she said, handing it to me, "That's the theme of the party. Everyone wears the exact same outfit, boys and girls. No clothes but what we give you. No one wears any tops; everyone wears just the bottoms."

"What a sexy idea," Sonny said, grabbing a speedo from the bag. "Oh, I guess it's your lucky day," she said to me, "You get to see me topless."

With that, she lifted up her shirt and unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell down and hovered, perky and strong. They were incredible.

She left to go change her bottoms, and I headed to my room to do the same. Once naked, I was tempted to jack off once more, but I resisted as I heard my mom calling for me to help her set up.

Putting the speedo on, I was a little anxious. My dick was not exactly very large, and it would be obvious to everyone in this little outfit. Especially when compared to monster Alex and Josh. The thought of Sonny's bare breasts drove me forwards. I put on my speedo and left my room.

My mom was already changed into her outfit, and her tits bounced around as she arranged the bottles of liquor around the kitchen.

"People will be arriving soon," she said. She was right. In an hour, the house was filled with people, all in just their speedos, dancing to the loud music Josh played.

I tried to stick near to Sonny. I couldn't get enough of her breasts. As hot as the other girls were, Sonny was the hottest.

She knew what I was doing, but she didn't seem to mind. She flirted with a lot of guys, letting a few do shots off of her body. I just watched, trying to cover up the boner I was growing in my speedo.

Sonny drifted eventually back to the DJ booth, where my mom hung over Josh. Alex was stopping by to talk to the two of them often, laughing with Josh, and grabbing a few squeezes of the tits my mom was glad to offer up to him.

"Everyone at this party is so hot!" I heard Alex say, "We should get some people together and get a firehose going."

"What's that?" Josh asked.

"You find a girl at the party who's so hot she's on fire. Then you get three guys to put out the fire with their hoses, in the middle of the crowd."

"That sounds hot!" chimed in my mom, stepping from out of the booth, "I'm in."

"Fucking sexy mom," Alex said, laughing and smiling, I'll go find some guys."

Alex came back with three eager looking dudes with big bulges in their speedos.

Josh got on the microphone, urging everyone to crowd around.

When there were as many people as possible crouched around, my mom got down on her needs. She thrust out her chest, her big tits open to the three men. They each pulled out their cocks, hard and long.

"Get the hoses ready!" announced Alex. The men all began jacking off rapidly.

"Ready..." Alex said, and the men nodded. 

The crowd was cheering. "Damn, those tits are nice!" someone said. "What a hot ass chick," said another. They didn't know that this was my mom here.




Party Mom Ch. 02



"Aim," Alex said, and the crowd cheered louder.

"Fire!"

They shot their loads right onto my mom's tits. Rope after rope of white sticky goop surged from their hard cocks onto my mom's open chest. She gobbled up whatever landed in her mouth, letting the rest glaze her body in sticky man seed.

The crowd cheered. When the guys stopped cumming, she kissed each of the dicks, sucking off the excess cum. They then pulled up their speedos and the crowd cheered for my mom. They kept cheering even after she got off her knees. The woman looked like sex itself. Bare tan tits covered in the cream of three young studs. They couldn't get enough. They wanted more.

My mom saw that, and she grabbed Josh from behind the DJ booth. He only smiled and walked with her into the crowd. She ripped off his speedo, exposing his hard cock to the crowd. She then shed her own bottom, her fleshy ass and soft pussy open to all. 

I was feeling sick at the sight, and I tried to get away, but the crowd was too strong. Josh thrust his cock into my mom, fucking her deeply in front of the whole party. The crowd, somehow learning who she was, began chanting: "Chad's hot mom! Chad's hot mom!"

I couldn't get away. Josh fucked my mom every way possible, her face and chest still sticky from the fire hose. When he finished, she took his cock in her mouth and didn't let a drop avoid her gullet. She ate every bit.

Alex emerged from the crowd, exposing the video camera he'd been holding the entire time.

"Fuck, bitch," he said incredulously to my mom, "That was so fucking hot!" My mom smiled, still covered in sticky cum.

"I mean, look at Chad over here, cringing in the corner. The fact that everyone is boning his mom in front of him only makes this even hotter."

My mom laughed.

"Guys love to be the 'big man' and fucking a guy's mom is the easiest way to do so. Especially when the mom's as sexy and slutty as you!" My mom smiled widely, proud of her fit body and lusty libido.

"You should really consider doing a real film," Alex told her, "And not just an amateur video like this. But I'm sure this thing will sex like hotcakes anyway."

I didn't know that Alex was going to be actually distributing this video of my mother.

Alex extended his hand to my mom. "Business partners?" he asked.

My mom didn't take his hand. Instead, she got down on her knees and sucked his cock. This was entirely more appropriate than a handshake.



Party Mom Ch. 03



This story starts exactly where the previous one left off. PLEASE leave a comment if you read, or send me some feedback. If you like my stories, email me. I'm happy to take suggestions from readers. In fact, I hadn't prioritized writing part three here until I got an email, so if you want more, say so and be specific in what you want to see. 

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Alex put his hands on the side of my mom's head and shoved her deeper onto his cock. I stood before him, unsure of what to do.

"So," Alex said, not even looking at my mom sucking his cock, "We need to work out a contract to get your mother into some hot filthy films."

I scratched the back of my head.

"And I'm involved?" I asked, not knowing why I would be.

"Of course," he said, "Look, I mean, it's obvious that your mom is a little sex kitten. And it's only partly because she's such a whore." My mom moaned slightly, letting saliva and precum drip down her mouth.

"It's also because she's your mom," Alex said, "Look at all these people staring. Sure, it's somewhat because your mom knows how to handle a cock in her mouth, but it's also to see the look on your face. People love watching a guy watch his mom get fucked. "

My mom grabbed the base of Alex's cock and shook it in her fist. The tip was red and swelling. Alex shoved it back into her mouth violently and she groaned. 

"So let's talk contract. You and her, a feature film. You take her around the mall or somewhere, picking up guys. It's called "Watch me pimp my mom". You in?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, that sounds pretty humiliating..."

"That's the point," he said. "But it pays."

I took the bait. "How much?"

"Fifty thousand dollars," he said. I was shocked. 

Alex thrust out his pelvis deeper into my mom. He leaned back his head and groaned, and my mom gagged "ahhhhhhhhhh". He erupted down her throat, jizzing down my mother's throat and into her stomach. It was still dripping down her chest when she stood up, looked into Alex's eyes and asked, "Each?"

Alex laughed. "Fifty thousand for you, twenty thousand for him."

Still, that was a lot of money. Alex pulled up his speedo.

"Come by my office tomorrow," he said, "I'll call you and leave you the details. And great party." He walked away.

I left and went into the hallway, where I found Sonny getting cozy with Josh.

"Hey," I said, going up to them. They ignored me and went into a kiss. They waltzed away into my mom's empty bedroom and I heard the door lock.

I went into the living room and sat down on the couch. Two guys were sitting across from me.

"Did you see that chick suck that guy's cock?" one said.

"Yeah, she was the mom who owns this place."

"No way, I didn't know a mom could be such a slut."

"Yeah, neither did I. The guy said she was going to be in a porno soon."

"Holy shit, that sounds awesome. I'd buy it."

"Sure you would, so you could jack off to it."

"Yeah, of course, I want to jack off to that kid's mom; she's fucking hot."

"Yeah, I'm probably going to jack off to her too, ha."

They both laughed.

"Look, there she is."

My mom walked in at the door way and plopped her ass down on the couch between the guys.

"Hey," she said, putting her arms around the guys. Their eyes both moved downwards towards her open tan chest.

I turned away. I grabbed a drink from the side fridge and took a chug. After a few minutes, I was a little tipsy, and I closed my eyes for a little. When I opened them, I saw the guys across from me holding my mom's breasts in their hands and bouncing her tits up and down as she laughed. 

"Ha ha, you guys are too funny," she said as they groped her in front of her son.

I stood up and headed towards my bedroom. I was tired, and still confused about the day.

I got into the bed, but it was hard to get the image of the boys fondling my mom out of my head. 

I fell asleep eventually, but awoke a few hours later to some strange sounds besides my bed.

It was my mom, of course, lying on top of one of the boys from before. He was laying face up on the floor next to my bed, and my mom was riding him, facing him, as he mauled her tits with her hands. Her flat stomach gyrated above his, and the pressure of his cock shoved her firm ass cheeks jiggling above his groins.

She was moaning and talking dirty to him.

"Fuck yeah, shove that cock deep inside me, ohh yeahhh."

I shoved my face into my pillow. Maybe I was dreaming. I didn't know why she would be in my room, but then I remembered that Josh and Sonny locked the doors to hers. Whatever. I tried to fall back asleep, but I could still here my mom riding that young guy.

"Where's your friend?" I heard her ask.

"Over there," the guy grunted.

I turned over in my bed. There, by the door, I saw the other guy, sitting.

"What's he doing?" my mom panted.

"Jacking off, I guess," the guy said, thrusting into my mom's body.

"Come over here," she called to him, and I could see him get up.

"Jack off a little closer," she added, "Because when he's done, you can stick it in my ass." She giggled.

I rolled over and fell back asleep.

I woke up a little later and was confused that time had passed. I looked down at the side of my bed and saw my mom asleep, face down, her back and ass cheeks sticky with cum. Both of the guys were passed out next to her, their limp fat dicks sticking to the sides of their legs. One their hands lay underneath my mom, her tits pushing up against it with the weight of her body.

On my pillow, I noticed, was a wet, dripping used condom, and I flung it onto the floor and fell back asleep disgusted.

When I woke up the next time, it was morning, and my mom was gone. The condom was still there on the carpet, joined by two more that weren't there last night.

I walked out of my room and into the hallway. It was like a scene out of a college comedy movie. There are guys passed out asleep, girls strewn over couches, red cups littered everywhere. 

I stepped over a busty sleeping girl into the kitchen.

There were a bunch of people sitting at my kitchen table, all my age, and all naked. Most of them were guys, beefy and muscular, with huge cocks between their strong legs. There were one or two girls, sitting topless with big tits on the laps of some of these naked men.

Everyone was eating huge stacks of pancakes and drinking freshly squeezed orange juice.

At the stove was my mother, frying pancakes and shaking her tight ass as she flipped with a spatula. 

"Come back over here," one of the guys yelled to my mom, "I'm hungry for a piece of your fine ass." I recognized him from school as Tony.

"I'll be right there," my mom said, prancing over to the table with a fresh stack of pancakes. She sat down on Tony's lap, and his thick hard cock pressed into the nape of her back.

She giggled feeling the touch of his manhood.

I walked in and she landed a big fat kiss onto Tony.

"Hey Chad," Tony yelled to me, his cock still digging into my mom. I sat down and grabbed some pancakes.

My mom kept giggling.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked her.

She kept giggling. "Just Tony's cock," she said. She reached and grabbed the massive thing with two hands and pointed it to me, showing me its size and girth. She leaned down and stuck out her tongue, taking a big lick off of Tony's cock head.

"Yummy," she said, "Oh, and we have that meeting with Alex the Porn Star today," she told me.

"You're a porn star, baby?" Tony asked her, and she nodded. "I knew these titties were professional quality." He stuck his face between my mom's breasts and motorboated her back and forth.

"And you?" he said, turning to me from my mom's cleavage, "You work in the porn with her?"

"I guess," she said.

"Oh cool, I didn't know you were a fag," he said, pointing his big fat cock at me, "You should suck me off; you have pretty much the same lips as your mom so you probably suck cock pretty good." He stood up and waved his cock in my face.

"No, I don't really do that," I said, but he shoved his cock closer into my face. He kept laughing.

"Ah, alright, I'll just stick here with your mom." She reached down into his lap and started jacking him off under the table.

"Come on," he said, "Join her. Help jack me off."

I frowned.

"You look like you'd be into it. I got a cock big enough for you and your mom."

My mom kept jacking him off for a few minutes before he finally finished, erupting up all over my mom's hands and onto the table. 

"Clean me off, at least," he said to me, but I refused. My mom dipped her head into his lap and started licking the cum off of his hard cock.

"It taste good?" he asked her.

"Delicious," she said, letting it drip off her face.

Later, she got everyone rounded up and out of the house, cleaned up a bit, and we left for Alex's office.

My mom chose to wear a yellow tang top that clung to her breasts and exposed as much cleavage as she could. It rode up her body, letting her tan slim midriff stand exposed to the entire world. Her bottoms were a short pair of jean shorts, one that hugged her ass tightly. She let her thong ride up above her waist, and unbuttoned the front of her jeans in a sexy slutty manner. She wore shiny pink lip gloss, and high heels that thrust her legs up in a way that made her seem asking to be slammed down to the ground and mounted.

Her clothes, however, were not long for her. When we got into Alex's building, we realized that all the other women there were entirely naked. Alex greeted us.

"Hello, glad you both showed up." He was dressed only in sun glasses, his long cock resting against his leg,

"I'll meet you both in my office in a half hour, you both need to be groomed."

"What?" I asked.

"You both need to get prepped for the screen. It's standard, just follow my assistants."

A woman with big tits and wide hips approached me and grabbed me by the arm. Another woman approached my mother and led her away, peeling off her tight shirt as they walked. My woman led me into a room and closed the door.

"This is just standard grooming," she told me, walking over and taking off my shirt, "Trimming hairs, making sure everything is okay." She tossed my shirt onto the ground.

"This your first film?" she asked. I nodded.

"What kind of film is it? Gay?" she asked.

"No, not gay." I told her.

She got down on her knees and pulled down my pants.

"My, my," she said, "What is this?" She was referring to the size of my penis.

"You're the smallest porn star I've ever seen."

"Well, the film is mostly about my mom," I told her.

"Shit," she said to me, "That woman with you was your mom?" I nodded.

"You've got some tasty mom."

I shrugged.

"Can you get hard for me, baby?" the girl asked, and I was surprised.

She noticed and added: "If you're going to be in a porno, we can't have you shooting off in one second. I'll get that first round out of you."

The idea that this hot porn girl would be jerking me off made me instantly hard. She grasped my cock with her right hand and started.

"Still not bigger, but that's okay," she added.

The girl had been working my cock with her hand for a few minutes when I asked, "Do you think I'm going to get to fuck girls in the video?"

"Well, you're fucking your mom, right?" she said.

"What, no, it's not THAT kind of video," I said.

"Oh, that's too bad. I'm sorry your mom doesn't let you fuck her."

I frowned. "It's not that. I don't want to fuck her; she's my mom!"

She stopped jerking me off.

"Are you serious?" she said, "How could you not want to fuck that hot piece of ass? Seriously, kid, we get a lot of girls here, and your mom is stunning. I could lick her all over and never stop. She looks so yummy."

"Uhhh, thanks?"

"I'm so wet just thinking about it, see?" she stuck the hand she had been jacking me off with in between in her legs, and pulled it back out dripping with fluids.

"Your mom is fuckin' sexy."

She resumed my handjob, using her wetness as a lubricant now. With a wetter and faster jerk, I knew I was about to cum. She sensed it.

"Shoot it in my mouth," she said, sticking out her tongue. She thrust my dick towards her face and I shot out two or three shots of sticky mess down her mouth.

"That's all? But I'm still thirsty," she said, "Maybe I'll get to drink some of your mom later."

She finished with some powder around my groin and stood back up.

"Wear this," she said, handing me a pair of pants. However, the pants were made of perfectly transparent plastic.

"Are these even clothes?" I asked.

"They are in a porno, honey," she answered.

I put on the "pants" and looked at myself in the mirror. My shriveled cock looked smaller than usual, and my sack looked tired from the recent ejaculation.

"I don't look very manly," I said to the girl, leading me out into the hallway.

"That's fine," answered another girl, passing by, "It's 'Watch Me Pimp My Mom'; you're not supposed to look manly."

I knocked on the door to Alex's office and he called me in. He was working on some paperwork, and asked me to sit down. The office was empty but for us.

Alex slid a packet of papers over to me.

"Sign these," he said, "It's your contract."

I began to read through them, when the door opened, and the girl who had jacked me off came in, leading my mom through the doorframe.

They had dressed my mom in a bright pink bikini two sizes too small. Her tits strained to get out of the flimsy top, pushing fleshy tit out of the sides, the bottoms, and forming a massively deep cleavage in the center. The bottoms were a thong, also bright pink, that rode just around her pussy and slid up the crack of her butt, holding the firm cheeks in place. They had covered her in oil, and her tan skin shone in the light. Her hair was tied up in a sexy mature style, and she wore whorish lipstick that made her face look inviting.

"Beautiful," Alex said, standing up and hugging my mom, "You look great."

My mom took a seat and grabbed the contract from my hand, signing it at the bottom with a flourish. She handed it back to me, and I signed beneath her, and gave it to Alex.

"Excellent," Alex said, and stood up. "I'll show you to the camera man and the car and you'll be off."

We rode in a white mini van that the camera man, Joey, drove. On the way, my mom fixed her boobs in her top, sometimes taking it off and readjusting. She even let Joey have a few squeezes when she caught him staring at her bust.

"Chad, help your mom with her top," Joey said to me, still cupping one of her breasts but with eyes fixed on the rode.

"Do I have to?" I sighed.

"You bet," he said, "It's in your contract. You have to do what I say or else you don't get paid.

I leaned forwards and my mom stuck out her chest towards me. I helped move the small strips of pink fabric so that they were centered around her large breasts.

"Thanks, honey," my mom said, petting my head.

When we arrived at the beach, Joey parked in a spot and unloaded a bunch of camera equipment into a large sunny beach bag.

"Carry this," he told me, shoving the heavy equipment into my arms, "It's really cameras for the shoot, but on film it will just look like your mom is making you carry her bag."

The bag was heavy, and it made my arms hurt. My mom stepped out onto the sand and put on a big pair of sunglasses. They made her look cheap and easy, which she was.

We all stepped onto the beach, Joey behind us carrying one of the cameras.

"Here's what you do. Chad, it's your job to find guys who are interested in fucking your mom. You go up and ask different guys if they are interested in meeting your mom. She will be standing right behind you, but won't say a word unless they address her directly. They can touch her, feel her up, do whatever they want, but before they take anything out of their pants, you have to reach into there and make sure they have really huge cocks. It's really because the video is hotter with bigger dicks, but you should tell them it's because your mom only accepts the nicest and fattest cocks."

"That's true though," chirped in my mom, "I don't want any small dicks; they have to be big and fat and scrumptious."

"Of course," smiled Joey, patting my mom on the ass, "Let's go."

The beach reminded me of the show "Jersey Shore". It was full of muscled guys and hot girls in small clothing, much like my mom. I wandered around for a bit, letting the sun soak in and, incidentally, letting people notice my extremely transparent pants. Some attractive girls sunning themselves sat up to stare at my package as I approached them, giggling to themselves. It made me nervous, which only made my penis shrink more into my body, causing more laughter from the surrounding sexy people.

Eventually, we came across a pair of guys, ripped and tan, sitting on towels. One was listening to music on an iPod, while the other sipped from a beer.

The guy looked up from his iPod and saw my mom walking towards him. He took his headphones out of his ear and stood up.

"Out of my way, weirdo," he said to me, in reference to my pants. He shoved me aside and walked towards my mom. "I want to have a chat with your hot friend."

"Actually, she's not my friend," I told him, "She's my mom."

The guy stopped short.

"Are you fucking serious?" he asked, "This hot piece of ass is your god damn mom?" He laughed.

"Hey Mike, come check this out," he called to his friend, "See this fucking hot ass bitch? She's this kid's mom."

"What's up with your cock," the guy Mike asked me, "Did you chop it off or something?"

"It's just cold outside..." I offered.

"It's not fucking cold," Mike said, basking in the warmth of the sun on this beach, "You just have a small fucking cock."

The other guy laughed.

"So what were you saying, Kevin"

"This bitch is tiny dick's mom."

"No fucking way." Mike looked at me and then looked at my mom.

"I'm going to totally bang your mom."

"What's with the fucking cameras?" Kevin asked, noticing Joey.

"I'm making a porn video," I explained as per my contract, "It's called 'Watch Me Pimp My Mom'."

"Sweet, let's fucking bang her then," Kevin said.

"Well, I have to make sure your cocks are big enough," I said first.

Mike walked right up to me, so close that I could smell the sweat on his muscular chest.

"Fucking feel it then, fag."

Glancing at Joey for a moment, I slipped my hand down the man's swim trunks. I couldn't imagine how the man walked around. There was no room left in his pants. His cock was so thick that I doubt I could have wrapped my hand around it fully. It extended further and further down his leg until finally ending with a warm pulsing tip. I couldn't believe it. It was just so long. My hand brushed up against his heavy ball sack. They were hot and sweaty, and heavy like two pool balls.

I couldn't help but let out a "Fuck..."

"Yeah, you're impressed, fucking fag," Mike said as I withdrew my hand, "I'm going to ram it up into your mom's ass, maybe I'll let you lick it clean afterwards."

Rather than having to suffer the humiliation of feeling Kevin's cock too, I looked over at the guy to see that he had whipped his out, in its thick and lengthy glory. It was equally as impressive as his friends, with possibly more mammoth sized balls dangling and glistening with sweat beneath his thick shaft.

Joey let us all to a cabana that had been prepared. He gave us all some directions and then started rolling.

The first shot was me standing with my mom on the beach without the guys.

"Hi I'm Chad," I said, hugging my mom at the shoulder by my side, "And this is my mom."

Here my mom let out a laugh and her tits jiggled in their top.

"We're here at the beach today," my mom continued, "Because I'm tired of just raising a son all day. I'm ready to get fucked."




Party Mom Ch. 03



Mike and Kevin walked into the frame and grabbed my mom away from me.

"Don't worry, kid," they said, as Mike lifted my bikini clad mom into his muscular arms, "We'll take good care of her." And the next shot is them walking into the cabana.

The scene cut to inside the cabana, where my mom was on her knees, alternating between sucking Mike's and Kevin's cock. Each cock is saliva coated and dripping with the fluids of my mom's throat.

"Honey," my mom said to me, letting one of the huge hard cocks pop out of her mom, "I need to you take off my top so these two young men can enjoy your mommy's titties."

I got down on my knees as my mom resumed gulping now the cock, and I removed the straining bikini top so that my mom's perky big tits could hang free.

Mike reached down and clawed at one of her heavy melons, pushing me out of the way to get at my mom's flesh.

After a few more minutes of deep throating both boys, my mom stood up and bent herself over a bed in the corner, ass out in the air ready to be fucked.

"Honey, can you hold me down so that Kevin can fuck me hard and I won't fall over?" I got up onto the bed and grabbed my mom's naked back for support.

Kevin walked over with his hard red cock and grabbed the bikini bottoms on my mom's ass. In one swiped, he ripped them clean off.

He took a minute to reflect in my mom's shapely behind, stuck up in the air with a moist cunt between her thick thighs. He slapped her ass which made her smile and giggle.

Finally, Kevin grabbed her by her curvy hips and plowed his cock deep into her pussy. He pumped back and forth, and I felt the rhythm as I supported my mom's bare shoulders. 

Soon my mom started making noises. She had squinted her eyes and pursed out her thick lips, but then she began purring and moaning.

"Fuck you're good," she told the boy. He started pumping faster into her and it became harder for me to hold on to my mom's body as she started moaning louder and louder.

"You fuck like a champ, fucking milf," he said, slapping my mom's ass as he continued pumping.

Mike, who had been sitting in the corner watching, came over to the bed now with my moaning mom, and put a hand on me.

"Get out of the way, kid, I want your mom to suck me off again."

He inserted his penis into her already open mouth and she instinctively began licking and sucking it all over again. He took advantage of her exposed chest, playing with her tits as Kevin's force made them jiggle.

Soon after, Kevin pulled out and my mom stood up off the bed.

"Come here, fucking kid," Kevin told me, and I walked over. My mom had laid down onto the bed fully, on her back.

"I want to fuck your mom's tits but they're just so huge I don't know if I can do it alone. So I want you to press them together for me.

Kevin sat down on my mom's stomach, facing her tits, and I sat the opposite, letting her head rest in my crisscrossed lap.

Reluctantly, I took my left and right hands and pressed them up against the side of my mother's body. With Kevin's cock in between her huge breasts, I finally pressed them over his cock and held them tight.

My mother smiled as she felt Mike push his way into her dripping cunt.

The two both began fucking my mom at the same time. Through the flesh I held tight against his cock, I could feel the thickness of his member as he pumped into my mom's chest.

My arms got tired from keeping Kevin's forceful movements contained in my mom's tits. It didn't help that my mom was squirming and writhing in pleasure. She was tilting back head head, moaning and screaming loudly.

"FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!" she yelled at the boys.

Unexpectedly, Kevin's hips spasmed and I knew he was about to cum.

He shot his cock out and I let go out my mom's tits. His dick pulsed and a jet of thick white cum shot out and landed on my mom's lips. My mom grabbed his cock with her left hand and pumped all the cum out of his cock, letting it drip onto her breasts, jet onto her face, and even shoot on my left hand that got caught in the cross fire.

"I can barely see your mom beneath all those layers of my cum," Kevin said to me, panting with exhaustion.

My mom continued writhing in pleasure as Mike fucked her cunt, running her hands all across her chest before licking them and swallowing as much cum as she could gobble down. I watched the lump in her throat move down as more spunk settled into her stomach.

Kevin stood up off my mom, his now limp cock swinging and sticky with his cum. I couldn't help but watch the thick shaft moving when I felt a hot wetness on her cheek; Mike had pulled out of my mom and shot his load right at her face, missing and hitting my face instead. The erupting penis was shiny with my mom's pussy juices, and it shot an incredible amount of white gunk down my mom's belly, onto her round tits, and into her awaiting open mouth with shiny sticky lips.

Mike dismounted my mom too. My mom lay on the bed, a sticky and cum covered mess.

I followed Joey's instructions.

"Thank you for fucking my mom senseless," I grinned and told the two boys, like I was told to do.

"No problem, she really knows how to take a cock."

My mom got off the bed and waltzed over to us. She was naked and her tits swayed with each step. She planted a big wet kiss onto my cheek, leaving a ring of cum where her dick sucking lips had landed.

"It's great having a son around who's willing to help his mom get laid," she told the camera.

Next, she grabbed two cards off a nearby table and handed them to the boys.

"Call me any time you want to get your dick sucked."

The two boys got dressed and left, and my mother laid back down on the bed, facing me.

"Honey, be a dear and grab a handiwipe to help get mommy cleaned up for some more cock."

I did as I was told and ran the wipe all over my mom's sticky body, leaving her shiny, wet, and clean.

Joey yelled cut.

"Perfect! The fucking was perfect, the humiliation was perfect, the cum covered mom with her wimpy son, it's all perfect! I loved the extra touch of you giving out your real phone number, so sexy!"

"That was your real phone number mom?" I asked.

She nodded and giggled.

"Fucking perfect!" he yelled again, "So sexy!" Joey reached into his pants and whipped out his own cock, hard and long too.

"Hold this camera, kid," he told me, shoving the camera into my arms, "I want my own taste of your mom's tits."

He stroked his cock as he kissed my mom, grabbing at her tits and clawing at her thick ass.

He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her wet cunt into his waiting cock. It slid in with a wet sloppy sound. My mom pumped out and in from the camera man's lap, his face buried in her fleshy boobs and his hand supporting her gyrating ass for dear life.

I slung the camera onto my back using the strap and stepped outside the cabana. I needed some fresh air.

Walking along the beach, I ran into a familiar face. It was Megan, the girl who left early from Josh's party with her boyfriend. I was pretty sure my mom sucked her boyfriend's cock, and she was pretty convinced that I was gay for Josh instead of lusting for Sonny, which was the case.

"Look it's Chad!" she yelled to me, walking over. She was wearing a very skimpy bikini that showed off her nice curves and big tits.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, "And wow, do you have a small cock!" She was looking at my penis through my transparent pants.

And so I told her the whole story.

"Wow, your mom was in a porno! That sounds hot as fuck!" she told me.

"It was really terrible," I told her, "I had to hold my mom's tits together so the guy could fuck them."

"Well of course you think that's terrible, a faggot like you must hate touching breasts!"

"That's not what I mean! I'm not a faggot!"

She laughed.

"Nah, I'm sure you loved all the cock and cum of today."

"I swear, I'm not gay!"

"Really? Okay then." She undid her bikini top.

"Play with my tits then."

She had wonderful breasts. They were huge and soft, like dangling white orbs.

"Are you sure?" She scoffed.

I reached out and cupped them, softly feeling their weight in the palm of my hand. But just as soon as I had finally comprehended their beautiful size, she covered herself back up.

"That's the way a fucking faggot feels tits," she said, "Watch."

She called over a random guy who was walking by and undid her top for him.

"Feel my tits," she ordered, and the man lept on her chest. He mauled away at them, sucked them, shoved his face between them and twisted her nipples. She moaned slightly, and he slid her hands down into his pants where she began to stroke his cock.

"See?" she said, tilting her head back to look at me as the man attacked her chest. "This is how a man reacts to a chest like mine."

Megan kept jerking the man until he came into her hand, and then she kissed him, covered herself back up, and let him walk away.

"Let's walk back to your cabana, I want to talk to your mom again."

When we arrived, the camera man was dressed again, and my mom had put her pink bikini back on. There was a new sticky ring of come around her lips, however.

Megan introduced herself to Joey and to my mom again.

Joey's phone rang and he answered it as Megan drilled my mom with questions about her shoot.

"Did they fuck you at the same time?"

"Well, I gave a blowjob while one fucked me, and then the other fucked me while the other titty fucked me."

"Holy shit that sounds hot."

"I have good news!" Joey announced. He told us Alex had invited us all, including Megan, to his house that night for a celebration of today's successful shoot.

"What kind of party?" my mom asked.

Joey smiled. He grabbed my mom's breasts as they dangled in their bikini top.

"Let's just say that it's a kind of party where these babies," he shook my mom's tits up and down, "will be getting a lot of attention."

To be continued...



Party Mom Ch. 04



YOU DO NOT NEED TO HAVE READ PARTY MOM 1-3 TO CONTINUE

 First off, I really enjoy comments and messages, so if you post comments here, even if anonymous, I am more motivated to write more. I also love suggestions so feel free to email me as much as you want in the feedback section. 

This is part four of the Party Mom series, but it also begins a longer arc in what has so far mostly been a decently episodic series. If the initial chapters served to introduce the main four characters, this new storyline will comprise the rest of the chapters. It's a different direction, but it's in the same vein as the original intended.

The category for this story is BDSM because humiliation is a form of masochism and sadism. I will not be getting into any more physical forms of pain other than mental and psychological humiliation, though the threat of death and other pain is psychological and mental, and thus fair game. I also will not have any incest, just humiliation where sexual thoughts of a relative is taboo, and so watching your mom get fucked is humiliating and not hot. Think of this as a form of cuckolding, but with mom and son. 

Chapter 04 (The Resort) 

 My mom had really undergone a transformation over the past months. 

It all started when my mom drove me to a party held by my crush Sonny and her boyfriend Josh. Josh was an intelligent kid, strong and athletic, but mysterious at times. He traded stocks in his room, making a suspicious amount of money. When he wasn't doing that, he was flashing around his sexy girlfriend, bragging about how gorgeous she was and feeling up her big tan tits in public. I had masturbated to those tits for so long, even though I was kind of friends with Josh, but I had never really spoken to their owner.

At this party, my mom insisted that she come too, but under the allure of the sexy young man and his sexy girlfriend, she took a few hits on the bong. I don't know what was in that weed, but my mom did not emerge the same. After sucking off one of the party guests in the living room, Josh ended up getting my mom topless in the hot tub, where even sexy Sonny couldn't help but be entranced by my mom's busty figure. I had to listen downstairs as Josh banged my mom so hard her torso moaned out the window with her tits jiggling to the world.

The next morning, my stoned mother had not snapped back to her usual self at all, as I found her topless in the kitchen making bacon. The adventurous and open relatonshipped Josh and Sonny planned a party for the evening, and Sonny and I spent some time with Sonny's porn star friend Alex, a big black man intrigued by the concept of my sex bomb mother. While Sonny raved at how well my mom ate pussy, Alex decided to try to get a lot of men to cum on my mom's face at once at the party, something that was an incredible success. He offered my mom a deal to shoot a porno.

My mom absolutely agreed, and I walked with her on the beach with my small cock exposed, asking strangers if they wanted to bang my mom and sticking my hand down their pants to check that their size was enough for her. There were more than a few takers, and even the camera man got to tap my mom hard and good.

A month after the release of my mom's porno, we had spent most of the money. The influx of wealth we had momentarily had was poorly spent, wasted, and drained. My mother called Alex, offering to suck him off, do another video, but he had moved on. There was only so much that a nice pair of tits could do.

Josh and Sonny were spending more and more time at my house. It had been standard for the three of them to go to bed together each night, to try kinky things around the house. If I was lucky, I would catch a glimpse of Sonny's beautiful bust, even if it was only as Josh was shoving his cock between the two globes.

Josh was never very nice to me, and since he began banging my mom, his attitude changed from a cold distaste to a more active scorn. I don't know what the beef he had with me was; maybe because he was so successful in his business endeavors and I just coasted off my mom. There was a time in grade school when I took an idea for a project he had wanted to do. Maybe that was it.

Anyway, Josh was callous to me around the house. When he banged my mom and his girlfriend, he would knock things over, knowing I was the one who would have to set it right. He ate messily in every room, staining the carpets in the living room with cheetos. Once, I came home to him flicking pomegranate seeds against a wall while Sonny sucked him off. 

When Josh was busy with work, Sonny and I spent a lot of time together. There wasn't a moment where I didn't feel her sexuality pulsing in the room, but we grew close anyway. There was a clear imbalance to our relationship. She knew that I wanted to fuck her silly, and that I masturbated to her image constantly. She also knew that while I was alone each night, wanking myself dry, she was getting to sample not only Josh's monster orgasmic penis, but my mom's swift tongue and rocking body. When your mom licks your friend's asshole on a daily basis, there will never be full equality in a friendship.

While the state of my mom's finances got worse and worse, Josh's got better and better. What had been a small operation of a young man trading stocks had now gotten very important. I can't say I understand how all of details worked, but I knew Josh was making a lot of money and treating it very well.

I was playing cards with Sonny one afternoon, catching glimpses of the braless deep cleavage in her v-neck, when Josh barged into the house with a fat smile on his face. He had his arm around my mom, who was dressed in a killer top with all her boobs sticking out, and one of the shortest skirts I'd ever seen.

"Babe, come celebrate," he yelled to Sonny, who quickly threw her cards down and ran to him. I stood up slowly and followed. Sonny leaned in and gave Josh a big kiss while he used his left hand to paw at her fine short-shorts-covered ass.

"What happen, doll?" she asked him.

"Our stud's made a lot of money," my mom answered, giggling.

"Fuck yes, and it's time to party," he said. He slipped both hands down Sonny's shirt at the shoulders and yanked it down, exposing the soft heavy flesh of Sonny's breasts. The shirt slid down her body and onto the floor, leaving her topless in only her red short shorts.

"Get some beers for us all babe," he ordered, and the topless Sonny stepped past me and into the kitchen to grab the drinks.

They all sat down in the circle of couches in which I was already sitting, my mom having rolled up her shirt to expose her full midriff. At least she wasn't as topless and the beautiful Sonny, I thought.

"You know what, you go get a beer too, scout," Josh said, indicating to me. Not one to argue, even if he was being rude, I got up and got myself a drink.

Josh went on and on about how his finaces were so successful, all with the two girls at his side. His left hand was creeping up and down my mother's thigh, while the other lay over Sonny's shoulder to cup at her breast. I wasn't even trying to conceal my gaze at Sonny's miraculous boobs. She gave me a devious wink.

"This is fucking fantastic," Josh shouted, "This is amazing. We need to have the most bad ass party ever for this!"

"Do you want me to call some people?" my mom offered, getting up to use the phone.

"You know what? Sit down. I have a better idea."

Josh pulled out his cell phone and sent a text message out quickly.

"What was that?" my mom asked.

"We're not having a party," Josh said, smiling, "We're going out instead."

My mom got up again, ready to go put on a new sexy dress.

"No need," Josh said, "It's not that kind of party." Josh himself now got up and stretched. 

"It's not a party," he said again, "It's a party vacation."

Sonny's eyes lit up. "We're going on vacation?" she asked, beaming.

"You bet. An exotic, fun sexy vacation to Mankai."

I had seen a travel channel documentary on Mankai and I was relived. Rich and luxiorous, Mankai was the business capitol of the world. With so much wealth, but lax laws, the rich were free to live out their dreams in extreme grandeur. It may be a wild city, but at least it wasn't an orgy, which I thought Josh was leading up to.

The girls ran to pack their bags, but Josh called them back. "There will be plenty of new clothes and things to buy there. Just get into the limo when it arrives as is."

I sat in my seat, wondering for a moment if Josh's kindness with the beer extended to this vacation too.

"Am I coming?" I finally asked. Josh glared at me.

"Fuck no," he said.

My mom got on her knees in front of Josh.

"No, he has to come, I want him to come with us, he's my son! Please, baby."

Josh looked as if he was considering it. 

"I don't know, he will just get in the way."

"No, honey, he'll be great, he can sleep in my room so you won't have to buy him a room, and he keeps Sonny company all the time when you're not fucking her."

"That's true, but he's a little dickweed."

"I know you think that, baby, but maybe I can change your mind."

On her knees already, it wasn't a huge transition for my mom to pull out Josh's cock and ease it between her lips. Josh held my mom's held to his pelvis, shoving it all down.

"Maybe it won't be so bad," he finally said. I took that as a yes. Josh was just finishing shooting his load down my mom's throat when the limo arrived, and we all piled in.

When we arrived at the airport, the limo driver asked Josh what terminal. When Josh told him Mankai, the limo driver's eyes lit up and he asked what resort. It turns out that each resort has its own private airline, that's how wealthy the nation is. Josh told him the resort was called Mauve.

The limo knew where to go, taking us down a ramp that descended into the ground. The path just got steeper and steeper as we descended farther away from the rest of the resort and closer to the Mauve terminal. In the end, we must have been very far away, and the limo driver let the four of us out at a quiet desolated steel elevator door before speeding away.

We entered the elevator, which was strong and ominous, and ascended. We rode up and up the dark shaft, Josh with both arms around his girls, until the doors opened into a fiercely lit room with a tough looking man.

It was just the five of us in the room, and he directed us to a slick black leather couch and the lights shut off. On the wall across from the couch, a darkened television lit up with the picture of a smiling busty woman in a purple bikini.

"Welcome to your first stop on your way to the Mauve Resort, Mankai!" beamed the woman on the screen, her sexy figure swaying.

"Mankai is a decadent location full of wealth, women, and fun. But Mauve is set apart from the rest not only by its prestigious clientele, but it's, let's say, 'peculiar' policy.

"The name Mauve is short for the Mauve Market. As you may know, around the world, there is a serious epidemic of sex trading. Poor women are taken from their homes, promised a better world, and then sold to the highest bidder for their bodies. This kind of practice is one of the worst things that could ever happen!

"Some of the top researchers out there worked effortless on the problem, and their solution was the Mauve Market. As a solution to the ugliness of the black market, the Mauve Market was established in Mankai due to its ritzy international population and its lax social laws. Many of the frequenters of Mankai, whether they be residents or vacationers, were those wealthy men who purchased these women. Often, the kind of men who earn money in this world are ambitious, masculine, dominant figures. These men not only desire, but deserve sexy young sex slaves in their lives. But the Mauve Market is a solution to the suffering that this can cause.

"All profits from the Mauve Market resort are utilized to end the sex traffic market. Here, these men who may have otherwise sent their money to an evil cause can rest assured that it is going to a positive place.

"But what about that craving? That innate desire to own a woman, to use and degrade her the way these men want? Well, in the Mauve Market, that's exactly what you can do!

"Here, all women are consensually brought, either because they too are wealthy gorgeous figures or because they're looking for some consensual sex play. Our high standards test all parties for STDs and sexual competency before entering our game. Because that's kind of what the Mauve Resort is, a game!

"At the Mauve Resort, all guests are labeled as either a trader or a slave. Traders are the men, and given expensive clothes, nice cars, and a mansion sized apartment located at one of our incredible waterside locations. For traders, there are shopping malls, beaches, movie theaters, sports arenas, luxury restaurants, and more!

"Most importantly, traders are given a special electronically linked card. Each card is linked to the trader's name, account, and Mauve place of residence.

"What might this card do, you ask? We'll get there in a moment.

"Slaves are the women, and they are given a slim plastic belt with a light and a card reader. And that's it!

"If at any point any party wishes to stop or leave Mankai, all they need to do is say their own last name out loud. At that point, one of our many operators who is watching on one of the many cameras around the resort will come and escort that person and all the members of the party out of the resort. So that means, if you're all sitting here watching together, you all leave the moment one of you decides to leave. So keep that in mind!

"Slaves, you'll have a day to explore the resort, enjoy the beaches and the amenities. At that time, the little light on your belt will be a pure safe green. At the end of the day, however, it turns red! Any woman with a red light is free to be claimed by any man at the resort! All he must do is swipe his card across her belt and voila! She's his, and he's free to do whatever he wants with her. When a slave has been claimed, her light turns green again.

"But once again, watch out! At the end of two days, the ownership automatically expires and the girl is out on the resort again! Though of course there's nothing stopping the trader from reclaiming her right immediately.

"At any given time, a slave must remain within a ten foot perimeter of her master, unless she is being stored in his residence. At the residence, doors open only by the entrance of that trader, and slaves with green lights will be unable to make the doors budge an inch. Any attempt to leave the perimeter of the trader will be greeted first by a gentle vibration of the belt and finally by an automatic expulsion from the resort of you and your party! So watch out and obey, ladies!

"At the end of an ownership period, both parties will be monitored for a rating of their owner. If they enjoyed it and had a good time, all he and she must do is tap discreetly the number of stars out of five that onto the card or card reader. Any traders with a 4.5 average rating can stay at the resort free of cost for as long as he wishes! This is to ensure that the very best slaves and traders have some incentive to stay.

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask the attendant here. Remember, have fun here at the Mauve Resort!"

The lights turned back on and I could not believe the video. This was the kind of place Josh was taking us? Letting go of the idea that my mother would be a virtual sex slave to anyone, I let sink in the idea that I too would have a card and could use on any women with a red light that I wanted! Maybe even Sonny!

I could tell from the smiles on their faces that both girls were pleased with Josh's surprise. Sure the vacation wouldn't be about them all having sexy together, but they were polyamorous and devious enough that they were all excited at the prospect of fucking and being fucked by other strangers.

The big brute man approached us all. 

"One by one walk down the hallway and state your name to the attendant. She will make sure you are dressed in the right outfits and seated in the appropriate cabin for your party. The plane will be the last time the party will be together perhaps, and it is a long flight, so make the best of it."

First, Josh walked down the hallway and disappeared. I sat with Sonny and my mom, listening to them chat about the arrangements.

"Isn't this exciting?" asked my mom to Sonny.

"Absolutely. I can't even imagine the thrill of a man coming up to me, swiping his card and taking me up to his residence for some sweet fucking. He could ask me to mount him right there in the streets and I would have to obey!"

All this talk of Sonny being fucked was making me very aroused.

"Oh please, I can practically feel your erection over here," Sonny said to me.

"Sorry, I'm excited too."

"Oh that's right, you'll get to go around the park too, won't you? Well, if you can catch and swipe me, I guess I'll have to obey, but I really doubt you'll be able to catch me. The minute I see your horny ass coming at me, buddy, I'm running the opposite direction!"

"Like he'll encounter you with a red light," my mom answered, "Honey, with your young body, I'm sure you'll be scooped up by the first man who sees you."

"Says the milf of the century. Holy shit, Chad, can you imagine how many men are going to be fighting over the chance to cream on your mother's tits?"

"Next!" yelled the guard. My mom went through the hallway, giggling at the idea of big studly men arguing over the chance to blast her with their seed.

"Seriously, Chad," Sonny said, I bet your mom gets a five star rating and never leaves."

"I hope not," I responded sheepishly.

"I'm just teasing you about the running away thing too," said Sonny, "If you're the one around me when I am red, I'll just have to let you fuck my sweet pussy, won't I?"

With this cryptic remark, Sonny winked and found her turn down the hallway.

I sat in silence at the couch, immensely turned on by this prospect, until I too walked down the hallway.

The woman at the table was smiling widely and dressed in a purple bikini like the woman in the video. Going with the whole mauve thing, I thought.

"Name?" asked the busty model, and I answered.

"Oh, so you're an accessory," she responded.

"Sorry?"

"Oh it's kind of rare so we don't go through it in the video, but I can explain it to you real fast. Traders and slaves pay the full price, but accessories are a less pricely ticket. Some women, mostly dominant wives with wimpy cuckold husbands, want to bring their significant others along, but of course don't want to grant them the right to play the game. Instead, these men get brought as an accessory. It's like a slave, except you'll be a slave to a slave, but you won't have a swiper. You'll be tied to your owner, actually with a literal line. For slaves, their consent is everything. But since you pay less and won't have any trader or slave act directly on you (it's against the rules) you'll just have to sit put! Kind of like a dog. So you won't be kicked out for trying to stray too far because, well, you physically won't be able to! You'll just get to spectate and relax. Sound okay?"

No, it did not sound okay, and I felt the color draining from my face.

"Now which of the two slaves were you an accessory too?"

Oh my god! She didn't know that Josh had probably meant to pair me with my mother! I could answer Sonny and be tied to her, watching her sweet body as the men of the resort ravished her senseless!

"Oh, woops, it looks like it says here on the other page. You'll be tied to, wow, your mother? We don't get a lot of mother bringing their sons, but okay!"

I slung my head in defeat. From under the desk, the woman in the gorgeous purple bikini handed me what looked like a wet suit.




Party Mom Ch. 04



"Please change into this. It's what accessories wear, not the nice outfits that the traders get, but also not the nudity of the slaves! You'll strip here, please."

Shyly, I shed my clothes and handed them to the bikini clad woman, who was professional enough not to look down at the growing but small erection between my legs. I changed into the outfit and felt a woosh as it tightened right to my body.

"There you go! You won't be able to exit the outfit until you leave the resort, but don't worry! If you sit on the toilet, some pretty spiffy technology will allow you to use the bathroom without exiting the suit. Just use it as if you weren't wearing anything and the toilet will make sure you're not filling your suit with your own excrement!" She laughed, as if this was a joke.

"Your party is sitting in a private cabin, but we let accessories go in a special back cabin. You'll be spending the entirety of your resort tied to one of the slaves, we want to let her have a few last minutes without you! Haha."

She led me through the underground plane cabins to the back, where she let me into a small room with two benches. How big is this plane that every party gets its own cabin? I wondered.

"Bye!" she yelled, and the door closed locked behind me.

I sat down on one of the benches, waiting for the purple bikini woman to deliver another accessory, but she did not. Soon enough, I felt a rumble as the plane ascended out from underground and took off.

Thinking of the gorgeous body of the woman who led me here, I wanted to jack off on the spot, but realized the wet suit they had on me wasn't capable of being taken off. There was no way to slip my hands anywhere near my groin. Instead, I found that if I straddled the bench a certain way, I could get my cock to rub up against the wall in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant.

As I was almost done humping the wall, the door slid open, and in walked a brutish looking white man in a t-shirt and khaki shorts.

"Hey little man," said the giant, closing the door behind him. "You fucking a bench?"

"Um," I answered, highly embarrassed. "Yes?"

"Ha, it's alright, I don't judge." He sat down on the opposite bench.

"Are you an accessory?" I asked, noting his lax outfit that was neither the wetsuit I was wearing nor anything of the kind of the slick clothes the video promised traders.

"Nope, not a trader either, in the conventional sense."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it little man," he said, "What's your name?"

"Chad," I answered.

"Nice to meet you Chad, I'm Tarmi."

Tarmi extended one of his massive arms to me and I shook his hand.

"So an accessory, huh? Sucks, little man. You here with your wife?"

"Something like that," I answered. "Sorry to press, but I'm very confused how you fit into this scheme. Do you work here?"

"Ha, it's okay. If you really want to know, I'll tell." He looked around as if to make sure we were alone.

"I've actually been studying Mauve for a few months now. They try to keep it on the hush hush, unless you're rich, but if you frequent the right websites you can find a few hints.

"The moment I found out this existed, I flipped a switch. You can swipe any girl you see and have her be your slave? Legally AND ethically? Sounds like fucking paradise, am I right?

"I tried to find out some more, but it's hard. A few posts with some ominous details, not saying what Mauve was, but that it was a much more dangerous place than they advertised. Mankai has some pretty free laws, buddy. I did some more digging and pretty much everyone says positive things. Got to expect a few bad experiences, right? I wanted to go more than anything.

"But that price tag was enormous! There's no way an IT guy like me could afford to come here even for a measly day.

"But I have some skills. I once hacked the Belgian government, you know? Not too much security in terms of secure countries, maybe, but I'm pretty good. Turns out this Mauve place spends more money on its resort and its charity than it does on security. It took a few days, but I was able to find my way in.

"Didn't take that much effort to add my name to the guest list. Didn't pay a dime. Of course, that means I don't get a private cabin on the flight in and I had to sneak my way aboard, but hey, look at this!"

He pulled out of his pocket a shiny card, like the trader cards they showed in the video.

"Maybe it doesn't come with a residence, but hey, everything at Mauve is open all night. Trust me I checked! You can fuck as many girls in as many places as you want, who needs home? And this thing can charge as much money as I want and I'll never have to pay for it!"

I was impressed by Tarmi's story.

"You sure do know a lot about Mauve."

"Damn straight, little buddy."

"Any chance you could hack your way and let me out of this suit?" Tarmi laughed.

"The site doesn't say too much about accessories, kid, I don't think they get a lot of them. And maybe if I tried to, but I can't draw any more attention. Once I'm at the resort, I'm scot free, but I'm hoping no one sees me on the plane. You're in the system, though, they're expecting you."

"Please! I'll help you out, show you the best places!"

"I get that you want out, really, but don't lie to me! You don't know shit about the best places, little man. I've been studying Mauve for months, I am the one who knows all the best places. Plus I have access to all the data on the clients and where they are on the resort at any time, so I'll know exactly where to find the best slaves."

I sighed.

"But hey, don't worry. Maybe if I get tired, I'll come find you and bring you a present. I can buy whatever I want at the shops with this card, I'll pick you up something you'll really like and deliver to you myself!"

I smiled. Maybe Tarmi wasn't all bad. His hacking was impressive and I could understand why he wouldn't want to let me go. Nothing wrong with some self interest. And with the coming days, or even weeks, that I'd be at Mauve, it'd be nice to have a friend out there.

"Good to meet you, Tarmi," I said smiling, "You're a hell of a character."

Tarmi laughed and slapped me hard on the back good-naturedly.

"Nice of you to say, kid. I really feel for you too, being an accessory and all. It seems like that's really the shit position to get."

"Sounds not as bad as being an intruder."

Tarmi laughed.

"Haha," he laughed, but then he became grimly serious.

"If you say that word again, though, to anyone, even me" he muttered, in full sincerity, "I will cut your fucking balls off, I swear."

Tarmi stared me down seriously before returning a smile and laughing rowdily.

I responded with an uneasy laughter, not sure how to take that...

The plane flight was short, and I slept through much of it. When I woke up, we had landed, and Tarmi must have slipped out and escaped before anyone else saw him.

Another attendant in a purple bikini came and grabbed me from my room and led me to a small chamber. In it was my mom, sitting on a comfy looking couch.

Like advertised, she was completely nude, but for a slim black belt that hugged her hips in a sexy way. Her bust was protruding outwards proudly, and she smiled on seeing me enter.

"Oh honey, it's so exciting that you get to be my accessory! They explained it to me while the plane was still in the air."

She ran towards me and hugged me tightly, her breasts pressing up against the skin tight accessory wetsuit.

The purple bikini woman took a piece of purple string and fed it into the right arm of my wet suit, in a special slot made for it.

"If you want to change arms," she instructed me, "Click your wrists together and it will transfer. Neither of you will be able to disconnect the lead, but you can rotate it for comfort."

On my mom's end, the purple rope fed into the card reader on her belt in a tiny hole on the side.

"And that's it! Enjoy your time as a slave!" she said to my mom alone.

We walked out of the chamber on the plane and onto a gorgeous street. There was no one else there; it seemed they had waited for everyone to vacate and enter the resort before attaching me to my mother. This meant I wouldn't get to see Sonny in her whole naked glory.

The first thing I noticed about Mankai was the giant wall. The whole resort was walled in. However it was still beautiful. The streets were paved with sleek black marble, the buildings were fine and well crafted. As we walked away from the airport and more into the city, it was amazing.

My mother was naked, but most of the city was not. Men wore a variety of expensive fashionable clothes, from comfortable hawaiian style shirt to those that wore just, bathing suits and a hat. Some slaves, gorgeous women, dressed in colorful low cut dresses, sexy slim bikinis, and some men's shirts, flowing open to reveal their sexy breasts. They skipped along to stay in close range of their traders. Everyone here was attractive. Mauve must have a very rigorous screening policy.

My mother knew she had a twenty four hour period of relaxation with free amenities here before her light turned green, and so, looking at these women in their sensual but fashionable outfits, she dragged me to a shopping mall where she browsed some racks of swimsuits and dresses.

A tall blonde man in a white shirt and white pants approached my mother when she was looking a sexy low cut green shirt.

"How's your first day at Mauve?" he asked, smiling a dreamy smile at the sexy older mother.

"How did you know it was my first day?" asked my mom.

"First days are always the only slaves both naked and green lighted. Around here, if you're dressed in clothes, you're either owned or at least seasoned enough that some man has bought you something excellent. Only the newbies are naked, like they were just born into this new playful world."

"You certainly have an interesting accent," asked my mom, "Where are you from?"

"Denmark," he answered, "And you have that unmistakable American charm."

"Ha, that's right!" giggled my mom. Neither of them could move their eyes anywhere but at each other.

"How long has it been since you arrived? Are you turning red any time soon?"

"It doesn't look like it. I can't have been here more than an hour."

"That's a shame," he answered, "I would have swiped you in an instant and carried you back to my place."

"Good to hear," cooed my mom playfully.

"Buy this," he said, handing her a bikini the same green as the shirt she was holding. "I bet you'll look marvelous in it, though it's a shame to cover these perky breasts of yours." He slipped a hand under my mom's left breast and gave it a firm squeeze. 

"You're naughty, you don't even own me!"

"Hopefully I will soon," he said, starting to walk away, "Come by the beach tomorrow, if you're still unclaimed."

"Ha, sure thing!" she answered.

She purchased the green bikini, dressed in it, and we walked around.

"Honey, isn't this place amazing?" my mom asked me.

"Not really," I answered, "I'm chained to you."

"Oh besides that, love. You're being too pessimistic. The sun, the beach, the shops, it's so luxurious!"

I could see what she was saying. It didn't seem like this place was all sex. Everyone we saw so far was just walking along nicely, dressed a little sexually perhaps, but this wasn't a giant orgy. No one was fucking in the streets.

That thought had just crossed my mind when a slim Asian girl in a slim purple dressed walked by. Her belt was, by design, outside the dress, and I saw the moment when her light switched from the bright green to a shiny red.

It was an instant when a man came up from behind us, stooped down and slid his card through her slot. Looking behind her, the Asian giggled and the man grabbed her dress and ripped it straight off.

The woman's pale body was slim and sexy, her breasts sizable and firm, and the man scooped her up over his shoulder by her full waist. He walked ahead of us, carrying his woman like a sack of potatoes, letting his working hand play with her fleshy ass out in the daylight.

"Oh my, that was hot!" my mom yelled, becoming flushed. I had to admit, the scene had given me an erection that was straining at my wet suit. My mom let her hands drift down to her own fleshy ass, playing with the green material of her bikini, probably imagining that man doing the same to her.

We spent the evening at an excellent restaurant, eating Italian food and watching the sun set over the beach. The wall parted to allow for the water, of course, but you could see some tiny boats in the distance, providing the same purpose.

That night, having drunk a lot of wine, my mom and I wandered the city together, looking at shops and having such a pleasant time that I almost forgot we were at a sex resort for my mom.

While gazing at a very pretty statue, I heard a familiar voice call out my mother's name.

"Josh!" she yelled, going up to him and greeting him with a sensual hug, much different than the one she had given me. She rubbed herself up against her, letting him feel the softness as it meshed agains his muscular chest.

"How have you been, babe?" he asked, instinctively slipping his hand down the backside of my mother's small green bikini.

"It's been a wonderful day and I'm excited for tomorrow when my light turns red."

"You sexy little thing, you'll be scooped up so quick. It's actually a lot harder to find an available girl than I imagined; I spent the day swimming and playing some golf."

"You poor thing," my mother said, letting her own hand slip down the young man's pants, "Just because I'm not claimed doesn't mean we can't have some fun."

"Sounds like a party," Josh smiled, scooping my mom up like I had seen the other man do, and carrying her away. I had to run to keep up.

"You haven't seen Sonny, have you?" she asked.

"No, and I've been looking. I don't think they expect members of the same party to find each other. Part of the fun, you know?"

"Yes, I can see. Well, we won't ruin that excitement, I'll be out before my light turns tomorrow. We can just spend the night together."

Josh led us to a tall apartment building on the water. He swiped us in and pressed the fourteenth floor. The door of the elevator opened to a spacious one room apartment: the size of the whole floor!

"Pretty amazing, right? Every trader gets his own floor."

In the center of the enormous room was the bed, which was a big red comfortable circle. Around the perimeter was a wide view of the resort through a perfect glass window. A level in, around the window, was a donut shaped swimming pool, one that reached right up against the glass of the windows. There was one break at the elevator door, where the floor bridged over the pool, and then again directly across the circular room, where it led to an open arc shaped kitchen room.

Letting my mother down, she raced to the bed and flung herself on it. I was thrown with her, landing crudely on the ground besides the bed.

Josh shed his clothes at the door, getting completely nude. His long soft cock slapped against his leg as he made his way and leaped into the pool, swimming briskly in a circle around the apartment.

My mother looked up from the bed and saw Josh's perfect body as it circled her. She got up slowly, letting her hips sway as she walked sensually towards the water, myself dragging behind her of course. As she lowered her tan body in, I sat on the edge with my legs splashing in the pool. As soon as she was standing in the pool, Josh swan up and grabbed up around the waist and pinned her against the glass wall in a passionate kiss.

I kicked the water around with my feet, not much else to do. Josh and my mother kissed deeply, her hands roaming his back and digging her nails into his strong back. Her long legs wrapped around his waist and he pressed her fit body harder against the glass.

Soon, I heard the wet slap as her bikini bodies flung in a pile next to me, wet and dark. Her bikini top soon followed. I looked up and their tan fit bodies were so closely embraced that it was hard to tell whose hands were groping and grabbing what.

Josh spun my mother around, her thick bottom now pressed against his stomach. He leaned against the window and her back arched back, pushing her big breasts with their hard nipples out into the air of the apartment. I heard her moan softly as he inserted his hard white cock into her and began pumping into my mother.

I slipped myself into the pool and began swimming in the opposite direction. I let the string pull taught and swam in place, feeling the waves in the pool from my mom lowering herself up and down onto Josh's positioned cock.

I swam there, pulling on the thread but of course not moving, until I couldn't breathe, and then I got up and stuck my head out of the water.

My mom was moaning harder and harder and Josh grunted and let her impale herself continually on his cock. The water splashed up around them, but Josh was sturdy positioned against the glass wall, and my mother was voracious in slamming her ass back down in his lap with his cock jamming within her.

Josh pushed forwards and rammed my mom against the opposite end of the pool. She was completely bent over, her chest and arms clinging to the tile around the pool and Josh grabbed her hips and slammed into her. Water splashed up around her, outside the pool, and the flesh of her big tits slid back and forth on the tile, making a squeaky noise with each time Josh pumped.

I let myself out of the pool and could feel the reverberation of their fucking in the slack on my rope. I sat myself back on the end of the pool with my feet in, drying myself with a nearby towel, and the waves of Josh and my mom's bodies once again splashed over me.

Josh grabbed my mom's legs and slid her body on the tile until she was out of the pool, then leaped out, joining her. Grabbing a few towels from a pile, he handed one to my wet panting mom, who dried her slippery body off as Josh did too. He was still drying his head when my mom got down on her knees and took his impressively hard cock into her mouth.

I was yanked forwards during her movements, having been sitting too far away, and I was sliding towards them on the slippery tile when my mom put that cock into her mouth. I laid just a foot away, laying on my back on the floor with my mother gulping down that cock right before my eyes.

My mom let the cock slip from her mouth and jerked him off with both hands, and he grabbed her tits with his back hunched over her. She hadn't been for long when she stood up and pressed her wet tits against him once again, kissing him on his lips. His hard long cock curved up between her legs and poked her fine butt on the other side.

Laying on the floor still, I listened to the sloppy wet sounds of their kiss, until my mother grabbed him by the cock and led him to the bed, at which I scrambled up not to be dragged behind. 

Josh shoved her onto the bed with her butt in the air and began pounding her again immediately. Before this, it had been impossible for me to hide away from their show, but now I found enough slack on the rope to slip underneath the bed and lay there on the carpet. I could still hear her fierce moans, but in the semi-darkness I could not see them.

However, with each grunt Josh plunged into my mother, the mattress dipped down, indented from the roughness of his thrusts. I realized it was dangerous, that he may shove his cock so hard into my mom that I might be crushed, so I rolled back out from under and stood up to the sight of my mom moaning out in ecstasy with a look of dumb pleasure plastered on her face.

He spun my mom over and fucked at her with her tits proudly out in the air before he pulled out and jacked himself all over her abdomen, letting cum glaze her big tan breasts and roll down her tight stomach and around her belt covered hips. I could smell the rough scent of his semen as it totally coated my mother's body. 




Party Mom Ch. 04



Josh collapsed onto her in the bed and kissed her as the lights knew to dim to a nocturnal slumber brightness. The two drifted to sleep nude in each other arms, and I grabbed a pillow from behind my well fucked mother's head and made my own bed on the floor besides them.

I woke up the next morning before my mom did. From the sunlight that poured in the windows, I could tell it was a late afternoon. I stood up and saw my mother's tan naked body, the dried cum still glazed over her abs and breasts. Josh was nowhere in sight.

"Mom," I said, rousing her from her sleep. As she sat up lazily in the big red bed, I saw that the light on her belt had gone from its safe green to the available red.

"How'd you sleep?" she asked me, rising nude from the bed and walking towards an open shower that was in an alcove.

"Not too great," I said, the image of her ass as I walked behind her reminding me of Josh slamming his cock into her the night before.

"Sorry to hear that, hun. I'll make you some food as soon as I clean off."

The shower was just a spot on the floor that when you stood on it, water rained down from the ceiling. My mother was soaked with water, rubbing it and some soap all over her fit body until she was clean, at which point she dried herself with an available towel. I stood by, watching, not having a choice.

"Oh look, my light's changed!" she noticed, "Looks like Josh can claim me if he wants, or I'll be claimed when I leave, if he wants that."

I wondered if Josh meant what he said about my mother and Sonny being free. From what I knew about him, he seemed okay with them fucking other women, but here, it would be simple enough to leave me and my mom in his home while he searched for Sonny. Even if her light was red, the door couldn't be opened except by him, and so if he found Sonny and brought her back, he could theoretically stock pile them here while he went out and found as many slaves as he liked, fucking them alongside his usual duo with no outside sex for them. I wondered if Josh was taking this route, out looking for Sonny now.

Done with her shower, the rest of Josh's cum having been washed down the drain, my naked mother led me to the kitchen, where she found a well stocked fridge and some high tech equipment. 

"How about some muffins?" asked my mom, and I nodded. I sat in a chair outside the glass door to the kitchen. It was as far as the lead would stretch. The rope slid underneath the glass sliding door that was the kitchen, where my nude mom was cooking with her back to the entrance. 

She hummed a little tune as she mixed everything, knowing the recipe by heart. It was an odd combination of the motherly whistling and cooking with the sensual nudity and radiant glow she still had from her penetration ecstasy last night.

A heard a loud series of thuds and looked up at the apartment. They were coming from the door, but my mother was too engrossed in cooking to hear them and of course I could not walk up to get it. Who would be trying to enter this floor?

The elevator doors slid open and I saw an unlikely sight. It was a big stuffed pink rabbit, an oversized plush toy, moving out from the elevator and into the apartment.

"Hey little man," said a voice, and I realize that the rabbit was not moving on its own, it was being carried by my semi-friend Tarmi.

He dropped the rabbit next to the door and made his way towards the kitchen at the back. My mother did not seem to notice, as she kept on cooking.

"Tarmi, you found me!"

"Of course, little man. Wasn't hard. I just looked up on my phone the map, found your name, and arrived here. My key opens every door in the place! It's really incredible."

I looked around. "Aren't you worried about cameras?"

"I disabled them, of course! Stop worrying, I got it all under control."

"Sounds like it my friend. Is that rabbit supposed to be my gift?"

"Well, sort of. I can get you some more stuff, of course, if you don't like it. I figured since you're trapped in this wetsuit the whole time, with all these gorgeous slaves around, you've got to be going mad! So maybe you can pump yourself into this thing, maybe that will be a little help."

I laughed. Tarmi wanted me to hump this cute thing. The silly part was that that wasn't a terrible idea. I thought about the cute Asian woman who was so swiftly swooped up and I realized if I closed my eyes and positioned myself around the plush toy, just maybe...

"Wowza!" Tarmi yelled, spotting my mom through the glass door just as she was bending over to put the tray into the oven, "So that's her, huh? Your mom?"

"How'd you learn it was my mom?"

"It's all in the computer, dummie! Man, I'd never heard of a mom bring her son as an accessory. Got to be a pain to have to be tied to dear old mum as she's being nailed. But with a mom like that, woo ha! She looks like she fucks like a panther!"

"It's a little uncomfortable," I told him. 

"I've always had a thing for moms," he confessed, "Used to bang my friends' moms in college. Used to write a little computer virus so that people would call me in to help them out, always around parent's weekend. Would end up stumbling into their sexy young mommies, inviting them to dinner and then banging them silly in my dorm room! Let's just say I didn't make a lot of friends, but I got some excellent pussy."

"That's nice," I said hesitantly.

"You bet. But damn, did I never see a mom like yours. Look at her as she pours that batter into those trays. She works that spoon like a real pro. I'll tell you, it takes a real skill to be do such an ordinary skill in a such a sexy way!"

Tarmi stood pressed against the glass door, until my mother bent over once again to place the other tray into the oven. The lips of her well defined pussy stuck out as her ass stood proudly in the air. It was near animalistic, that sight, like a bitch bent over asking to be fucked.

Before I could say a word, Tarmi had jumped through the glass doors, stroked a finger up my bent over mother's slit, and spun her around to face him, his arm around her waist.

"Hey sexy," he offered, and with a quick flip, he slid his card through the box at her side and she was his.

His right arm around her now, groping her left tit, Tarmi smiled at me.

"Lookie here, I got my first slave of the visit!"

"Oh Tarmi..." I said frowning.

"What?"

"I didn't want you to claim my mom!"

"What? Well why the hell not?"

"I don't know..." I said unsure.

"Well that's right, you don't know. There's not a reason in the world that I shouldn't have your sexy young mommy to myself. Hello there darling," he said to her.

"Hello there," cooed my mom, clearly turned on by his brutish display of ownership. She hadn't been shy about telling me how excited she was to be claimed, and it seems it had happened.

Her breathing clearly heavier, my mom pressed herself against the chest of her captor, letting him feel the intensity of her taut big breasts.

"Well then, master," said my mom, "Now that you've got me, is there anything I can do for you?"

Tarmi laughed.

"Oh course there is, my lady. But I think you were in the middle of making your son a nice tray of muffins, so why don't you finish that up before we get to some business."

Tarmi slapped her ass and walked out with me towards the chair in which I was sitting.

"Don't worry about your mom," he told me, "I'll fuck her, I'll fuck her hard, but I'll treat her good. I'm not joking when I say that she is better off with me."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the hints I had seen on the internet, the small rumors that this place wasn't what it seemed, I'm starting to get the hint that they might be right."

"How so?"

"Well let me tell you what I did yesterday and that should let you in.

"I escaped off the plane pretty quickly because there was a young couple buck naked making love on the runway, so I just quietly grabbed his clothes and changed into them so that I would blend in. Once I was dressed the part, it was no hassle to assimilate in as if I was a normal trader.

"You may have noticed though, for a fresh off the plane trader, there's a low supply of available women. Tons of them walking around with their traders, claimed and green as shit, but not many nude and fresh or unclaimed.

"So I wondered about this, and checked the map I've installed on my phone. It shows up everyone as little dots, purple for traders, green for claimed, red for free, and then blue for you, my little accessory man.

"Turns out, there's a huge volume of red dots in this one building across town. Like an insane number, more than the sum of those not in this area.

"It seemed damn suspicious to me, so I followed my map and made my way over there. But turns out, right at that spot, there's damn nothing! Just a fountain. It's very shady and shit.

"About that time, it was getting dark, so I had myself a meal and won you this rabbit toy at the carnival. I was looking at you on this map, but you and your mom had left with your trader friend to come here, so I found a cabana on the beach to take a nap. When I woke up, your mom had turned red, your trader friend was gone, and I decided, hey, if I come over there, I can deliver little man his present and claim my first girl too!" He laughed bawdily.

My mom walked out with muffins stacked on an ornate tray.

"But the girls, though, all those red dots... I don't get it, I really don't. Something's not right here."

My mom set the tray down next to the chair and Tarmi pulled her over on his lap. I bit into the muffin as my mother squirmed her body all over Tarmi.

"Calm down, my lady. Plenty of time for the naughty stuff when we've left. Wow, little man, your mom is sure frisky." He grabbed a muffin and ate it.

"We should get going," he said, "Your trader friend will be coming back soon, I bet, and I'd rather not find him."

"He wouldn't be trouble," I assured Tarmi, not even sure if what I said was true. If Josh had wanted to stockpile my mom, he would be upset to find someone had illegally entered his room and taken her.

"Let's go then," Tarmi said, "You got any garments on you, my lady?"

"Just a swimsuit," my mom answered, and she waltzed over towards the pool where the pieces still lay from Josh ripping them off. She bent over and put them back on.

"You look like a million bucks," Tarmi told her and she smiled.

Tarmi led us down the elevators, out of Josh's apartment floor. We walked towards the beach, Tarmi walking in front, my mom walking towards him to keep in range, me, dragged along by the reins of my lead, and that stuffed bunny dragging behind me.

At the beach, when we were far away from Josh's room, Tarmi found a spot and laid down in the sun. My mom curled up besides him, anxious to play the role and please her owner.

"Nice weather out here. Sunny and pleasant all the time." Tarmi pulled at the strings of my mother's bikini bottoms.

"Gorgeous really. As hot as a the first of hell but this beach wind makes it cool and cozy." He tugged at my mom's bottoms until they were completely gone.

"They give us these nice towels, made of silk or cotton, or some incredible mixture of the two." Now his fingers took my mother's top between them, undoing the green knot.

"I've seen a lot of resorts out there, on the web and even visited a few, but none have the weather that Mankai Mauve does, I mean it." He had taken off my mother's top completely. 

"You ever fuck on the beach, little man?" My mom sat up, facing her bare tits towards him.

"It's great, as long as you don't get sand around you." He sat up too and unbuttoned his shirt.

"You get sweaty, of course, but that can make the sex better. A big titted woman, riding on top of you in the sun, sweat rolling down her neck and onto her chest... What could be better?" He sat up on his arms and slid off his pants too.

Both of them were completely nude, and Tarmi grabbed his rock hard cock with his hand. I had never seen a cock that big, even in porn, even when I watched the porn star fuck my mother before my eyes. I could see my mom's eyes widen; she wad rapturous with excitement.

"I mean, the heat just makes everything sexier. Warm sweaty bodies, pounding away at each other, that's what makes it human, really, that animal sweat and heat." He shoved my mother's head down between his legs, and she knew to lap at his tool with her slippery lips and tongue.

"And boy does it get better with age. I've fucked moms before, little man, tons of 'em. And they're the best, I tell you, really." My mom slurped up and down his monster rod and he pulled at her hard sweaty nipples.

"I reckon it has to do with sex itself, you know. All about procreation. Little things, young ones, maybe they love sex because it's new, but if they really wanted it, if they craved cock, they would have gotten a belly full of some potent spunk by now. It's not enough for a woman to want cock in her mouth, or in her arms, she's got to crave the warm splooge inside her, to want it to grow inside her. If she's not a mother, she's not really a slut, is she?"

My mom was so rapidly sucking at this man that I could see the bulge bounce in his throat as his hard cock head poked at her esophagus. 

"That's just what sons are. That's what you are really. A physical manifestation of how much your mom loves cock. Some girls want to gulp it down, that's fine too. But she let it grow, damn it, she let some cock send wave of warm jizz inside her and she kept it there for months and raised it until she cooked it muffins this morning. You want to know why I bang moms? Because moms know how to deal with cock better than any other kind of women on the planet."

With that, his big balls contracted and my mom's mouth gushed with a torrent of jism. She sucked down much, but pulled back and let the curved hard rod spasm and shoot over her body. The beach sun was beating down on us all, but my mom kissed that cock head when it finished spurting and licked her lips hungrily.

"Maybe I'll do that, eventually, to your mom. Send my seed inside of her and let this slut make it grow into a person. I'll shoot a baby into your mom's belly, unless we get killed trying to figure out where all the red girls went."

I laid down and stared up at the bright sun over us, listening to my mom drink down the remnants of his cum and realizing that neither of those proposed options seemed very good to me. 



Party Mom Ch. 05



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Chapter 05 (Sonny's Day at the Resort)

Dear diary,

Right now, as I write this, there is a hairy pink little cock pounding into from behind as I'm nude and bent over a kitchen counter. From the sounds of his grunting, he sure seems to be enjoying it but I'm not feeling a thing. The fucker is completely in himself, pawing away at my tits though, and hasn't even noticed that I've been bored out of my mind this whole time and have now begun to actually write in a diary.

That's the way it should be, though. Let him have his fun now, and we'll see who's enjoying himself later. 

Of course I never would have considered letting a guy like this anywhere near my pussy, but it's been an interesting day here at Mauve and it's been a bit of a journey to where I am now.

When Josh announced that we were going on vacation, I could tell from the little smile on his face that it wasn't going to be a normal blowjobs-on-the-beach kind of trip. Josh and I have gone away before, and we spent most of that drunk of out of minds, spending money at the casino, and fucking each other's brains out. It was a pretty nice time. But ever since Chad and his sweet little mom came onto the picture, Josh has been a lot more devious and so I kind of expected something kinky, though a sex-slave roleplaying resort never crossed my mind.

I've played sex slave with Josh before, we do it all the time actually. Josh is the king of Rome and I'm his royal queen who greets him each morning with my lips around his balls. Then Chad's yummy mummy entered, and she became our royal hand maiden, who ate me out and licked my ass clean and then Josh would fuck us both.

Josh enjoys being the alpha, and when I'm around him, I can't help submitting. He's just so confident and sexy and I love everything about him. However, it was getting a little hard because in every other context, I'm the absolute alpha. Before Josh, I mostly dated handsome but nervous men who bought me dinners and clothes and ate me out every night when I asked. I admit, I could get a little cruel with how long I withdrew sex from them, but it only made the eventual fucking hotter.

Josh was different though. There was a thrill when his hands ripped open my blouse on our first date, how his assured tone of voice told me to get on my knees and worship his penis. I couldn't say no! He was so smart and ambitious, and thought it may've been cruel how he expected sexual favors from me as a reward for his ambition, I had never been with anyone like him and so I gave him whatever he desired.

We hada lways had an open relationship, out of Josh's wishes. I was jealous of the other bimbos he impaled some nights, all of whom were more naturally submissive than I ever was. Still, some of the boys I kept around during that period were interesting; I could make them lick me out after Josh had just fucked me, or remind them that they were second rate compared to the man god I was sucking off on a daily basis.

Finally though, Chad and that gorgeous milf of his came onto the scene. With her, and with that squirmy nervous Chad, I finally an outlet where I was the real boss as well as still slave to Josh. Josh could order the two of us on our knees, whip out his meat and shove it down each of our throats back and forth. He could fuck that mom hard and good and then shoot his final load all over my tits. Not only did having a second partner allow my job of satiating Josh to become a lot easier, it also meant that I could be satisfied too. Because when Josh eventually left to hang with his friends or do some work, I could order that bitch to clean the sheets, lick his cum off my chest, and finally lick my pussy until I shot my own wetness all over her. 

And then that wasn't the end of it, because cute little Chad followed along wherever his slutty mom went. After she ate me out, I could see the mix of absolute reverence and sever humiliation flush over his face. To him, I could be not only this passive statue of unattainability (I know my body isn't perfect, but to that kid, my big tits and curvy hips might as well be), but also this totally active conqueror and his doting mommy.

So now, on a daily basis, I get to get the rocks fucked out of my brain by my Adonis master, I get to be serviced by a slim sexy maternal slave, and then I get to watch the poor horny kid squirm as he wished it was his load coating my tits and not his mom's breasts that were being cupped in my greedy hands.

So Mauve seemed like it would be more of the same; Josh would dominate us all, I would order around that sexy mommy, and then finally I would get to tease and embarrass that poor son, but when the plane landed, I found that they purposefully split us all up. I hadn't seen Chad since I hinted that he might get a chance to bang me at this resort. With that comment, I was hoping to get his mind in a tangle, make the fact that he had to share a cabin on the plane with me and my master even more unbearable, but it turns out he wasn't even in the cabin! I had no idea where he escaped to. 

Then one of those purple bikini service women lead Josh away, and then our mom slave away, and then I left too, in a completely different direction to a completely different side of the resort.

When I arrived, it was hot and breezy, which was rather nice, but I was in no vacation mood. Sure the light on my belt was that safe green, which meant no men could possibly come and claim me, but that idea of it turning red in 24 hours, and my body being up for the taking of any of thees greedy bastards, was not a pleasant though. Sure I loved being ordered what to do, sucking cock and getting fucked from behind and swallowing as much cum as that cock could shoot, but that was with Josh, not with random strangers. If he wanted to tie me up, keep in a corner, and cum on me every day until my body was a crusty mess I would have submitted in a heartbeat, but these other losers could take a hike.

I set out walking down an avenue to try to find Josh, but it was clear this place was way too packed that I would find him easily. Since I was fresh off the plane, my breasts and hips were still completely uncovered, and I realized that this was not the case for everyone. You would think that at a sex resort, everyone would be naked, but most of the guys and girls were dressed in nice expensive clothes. I was getting frequent looks from most of the traders, who popped their heads up at the jiggle of my tits as I stepped, but then sat back down when they saw I was at a green light.

"If I don't find Josh before 24 hours," I thought, "There's no doubt that I'll get claimed so fast. Look how much attention I'm getting even now."

A few traders hollered at me, asked me to suck them off and if they could feel my tits, but I ignored them. If you wanted to worship my body, I thought, you could either be Josh himself, or you could be my bitch, but if you're neither then shut the hell up and jack your own self off if my body is so stuck on your mind.

I needed to find some clothes, and so I stepped into a fairly large department store that I passed. The shoppers were all very gorgeous looking women, all of them with green lights, and so there weren't a lot of men there at all.

I wandered around trying to find something that would cover me up a bit, but all of the selections were extremely revealing. I could wear a top that had holes cut out so my tits would be on display. Bikinis and short dresses were everywhere, but I wanted something normal that would allow me to lay low until I could be swiped by Josh and wear whatever he told me to wear.

There was a sleepy looking man in a purple employee outfit, and so I walked up and disturbed him from his nap.

"Hello," I said, and his eyes went straight for my tits, "I know this is a resort with anything I could desire and I want to know if I could get some clothes custom made."

The man yawned, his eyes still glued to my breasts and so I covered them with my hands and yelled, "Hey, listen to me."

"Sorry, what?"

"Is there a tailor or someone who will make me some specially designed clothes?"

"Uhh," said the man, noticing the frustration on my face and becoming a little scared, "I can find someone."

I was still holding my tits when he scurried back and told me some directions downstairs and past the shoes where someone might be able to help me.

The tailor had a tiny alcove in the corner behind some lingerie, and I knocked on his door.

So far, since I entered the resort, everyone I had seen had been gorgeous. The women were slim and curvy, the traders muscular and handsome. The employees even, the few I saw, were good looking men and women in purple outfits.

The tailor was not very attractive at all. I could see why they hid him down here, in an alcove. He was short and pudgy, was breathing heavily, and he had bad acne and oily skin. He wasn't even wearing purple.

I held my hands to my breasts still and he nervously looked around the store before he invited me into his office. It was cramped and hot, and smelled bad.

"So what can I do for you, sweet thing?" It was clear that the tailor was an inside man, working for the company but not supposed to be seen by the clients. He was a sad looking man, the kind of guy who probably didn't get laid until his 30s back in America. I had met people like this tailor before, they were losers in the sack but acted as if they were kings. They felt themselves superior to everyone, look at the dumb brutes with their parties, they muttered, jacking off alone in their dark rooms with no one around. I wondered how he even got hired to come to Mankai.

"I was hoping to get some new clothes," I told him.

"We have lots of clothes available," he said, indicating outside to the department store.

"I wanted special clothes," I clarified, "Something a little less skimpy than what's out there."

"Oh, for like a rape thing, I understand."

"Sorry?"

"Don't worry, a lot of slaves come and ask for this. You get something that covers you nicely and then the traders come and rip them off you, it's a game."

"That's not really why I wanted them. I just don't want everyone in this resort to be staring at my tits."

"Really? Then why are you even here at all?"

I paused, not sure how to answer the tailor.

"I mean, you do have some nice tits," he mumbled. I shifted my hands to make sure they were as covered as I could. Really, my hands were only so big, and I was busty enough that there was some considerable flesh spilling out between my fingers.

"You're saying if I try to cover up and dress anything other than sexy, that will only entice the people here more?"

"Absolutely."

I grimaced, and the tailor let out a muffled little laugh.

"Are you really looking to try to escape? We're not holding you here, just leave."

But I knew I didn't want to leave. I imagined my ideal scenario, in which I found Josh and Chad and his beautiful mommy and we went back and fucked all day in this luxurious exotic escape...

"I want to stay," I said, "I just am waiting for a specific person to come and claim me."

"Ah, but the fun of Mauve is that there is no specific person," he answered, bolder in his company's philosophy than in anything else he'd said to me before, "Just traders and slaves!"

"I'm just looking for maybe something not the traditional Mauve."

He stared at me, shifting in his seat. He could see that I was getting a little nervous about the idea that nicer clothes wouldn't allow me to be saved for Josh.

"I can help with that."

He stood up and his hunched over shape walked closer to me.

"If you take care of me in the way I want, I can help you in the way you want."

Oh, I smiled. He just wanted me to get his rocks off. I could do this easily, and then I would have myself an ally. But I played dumb a little longer.

"Please, tell me what I need to do, anything!" I cried, faking desperation. Maybe I overdid it a little, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Come here," he beckoned. 

The asshole was towering over me now, and I walked over to him, letting my hands fall and expose my breasts. When I got close to him, he slipped him left hand down my skin and planted it right between my legs. I was a little surprised at how quickly he was rubbing my pussy and my body rewarded him with a sticky wetness that covered his hand.

"Get down on your knees," he ordered, and I obeyed. I pulled out his cock, which was kind of short, but hard as hell. Poor guy has probably never been with a woman like me, I thought.

I figured it wouldn't be long for him to blow his load, so when I took his member into my mouth, I rubbed my tongue all along his purple cock head and let the saliva drip out of my mouth.

My tits were getting mauled as he hunched over to grab them with his tool in my mouth. With the same eagerness with which he went for my pussy a moment ago, he was now obsessed with my pendulous breasts. I really didn't mind, though he still did not smell the greatest.

It was only a few minutes after I started sucking him that I felt a rush of wetness in my mouth pulsing from his cock. It was so soon that I was shocked but starting customarily gulping down his load until I realized something was completely wrong.

I shoved that cock out of my mouth, but he grabbed my hair with one hand and his cock with the other and continued to send jet of warm yellow urine across my face and down my body.

I could still taste its pungency in my mouth, but I remembered that I was supposed to be a good girl, and so I held up my tits and his cock continued peeing all over me, making my tits wetter than any cum load had, and dripping down my warm stomach and settling on the floor.

The shower lasted for what felt like hours, his hard small cock unloading pee all over me. He sent some at my face, and let it collect in my mouth. He even soaked my hair. The room was now a stench of his urine, and I could feel its warmth as the smell radiated off me.

When the last few yellow drops fell from his hole, he immediately shoved his dick right back into my mouth, forcing me to swallow the urine that had collected there as my lips massaged his shaft.

His hands pulled and pushed my hair so that my nose was right in his pubes, but the asshole has a smaller cock than he imagined and so it was really no problem to take his little down in my throat. Though I knew enough of men like him to realize talking was not a good idea, I could have had a completely fluid conversation with him even with his entire cock between my lips. With my eyes still pushed into a forest of black curly hairs, he finally unloaded five long jets of spunk directly into my stomach before he removed his flaccid cock from my face.

He turned and went to the other side of his office, and I stood up from my squat. I was a mess. My hair was soaking wet, my tits were shiny and moist and the makeup on my face was running. And of course there was the smell.

I had been peed on before, but only by Josh, and only once. It had been Chad's mom's idea. She and I had embraced, making out in the empty tub of Josh's bathroom. We spent the entire day in the tub, alternating between shoving our tongues down each other's throats and the yummy mummy gnawing herself away between my legs. The ritual was that Josh was doing work in the other room, but every time he had to urinate he would come in and do it right into the bath tub, all over the two of our naked bodies. It wasn't my favorite day, because Josh spent so much of it out of the picture, but the moments in which he entered that bathroom and let his cock spew liquid gold all over were divine.

I hadn't enjoyed the tailor's shower nearly as much as I had Josh's, and the memory made me more eager to find my man and our sexy mom toy.

The tailor finished pulling up his pants and went away worldlessly into a door at the back of his office. I peered in and saw a large store room back there.

When the tailor emerged, he had a big light blue box, which he set down on his desk and made his way over to me. He sat down in the chair next to me.

"Have a seat, we'll chat," he told me, patting his lap, and so I planted my relatively dry butt cheeks down on his left thigh.

"I'll take care of you, doll, don't worry," he grinned. Though his left hand was exploring the nape of my back and the flesh of my ass, his right hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a dark purple card.

Sliding the card between my breasts in an attempt to be playful (what a pig), he handed me it.

"I'm not supposed to give you this, but you were so good to me, so here you go. Slide your own self, if you want, it's a staff card. Slide it on your belt up to reserve yourself, and down to undo any reservation. If you don't want to get claimed, just claim yourself. If you get claimed by someone else and want to undo it, just slide it down."

I realized that this thing would be much more useful than modest clothes, and I gripped it tightly with my hand.

"It will get you into some buildings too, just try it. I packed up an outfit for you too, in the box. Every once in a while I get to blast a girl with my piss, but none of them took it like you did babe." He squeezed my thigh and pushed me up off his lap. 

I went towards the clothes and started to open them, but he stopped me.

"Just take them and go out the hall, make a left, and you'll find a staff bathroom you can use to shower and get changed."

I got up and went towards the door to leave, but he called me back.

"Give me a kiss goodbye babe."

This tailor was insufferable. Wasn't it enough that I was still dripping wet with his piss? Nevertheless, I waltzed back over to him, careful to sway my hips seductively, and leaned forwards to plant a long sensual kiss on his lips. 

I don't think he really thought that through, because with my kiss I had left the stench and drops of his own urine into his mouth, but I had escaped out the door before I got to see his reaction.

The staff women's bathroom door opened when I swiped, and it was a roomy space with four shoulder level shower stalls, four toilets, a row of sinks, and purple and white checkered tiles along the floor and the walls.

I set my box down on the sink counter, and left my purple card on top of the box.

The warm water was refreshing and washed every trace of that creep's urine off my body. The shower had a vat of sweet smelling lavandar soap which I lathered all over my body and then washed off. In the warm water and the perfumed bubbles, I was feeling very fresh and wonderful.

I heard the door, and turned around to see it swing open and a long haired redhead came in wearing the typical purple bikini.

"Hello there!" she said to me, smiling friendly and she made her way to the sink.

I knew I wasn't supposed to be in here, but the stall was leveled much above my waist and so there was no way for her to see that I had the traditional slave card reader belt around me.

After she stared at herself in the mirror for a few moments, she reached behind her back and undid the strings of her bikini top, and then did the same at her waist, hanging the purple swimsuit up and a hook and then coming over to the shower stall next to me.

"Are you new here? I haven't seen you before," she said in a bubbly voice.

I told her I was, but inside my head I was groaning. How long would it be until she left? I was stuck in the shower stall because if she saw I had the purple card, there's no way she would let me keep it. That fucking tailor knew it was unsafe for me to be walking around so openly with that card, but it's not like he cared.




Party Mom Ch. 05



The red head was much shorter than me and I could see over the stall as she washed her perky tits.

"I'm so upset," she complained to me in her high pitched voice, "Can you believe they stationed me at Club Violet tonight?"

"Oh that's the worst!" I lied enthusiastically. 

"I know! That place just gives me the creeps. At least here it's all handsome guys and their pretty toys, just fucking and buying sexy clothes and going to the beach. But in there, there's that whole different tone. It's sweaty and intense and everyone is so busy with their affairs and scores. I mean, I know the richest clients spend their time in there, so we have to help out as staff, but I'd so rather just be behind the counter here, wouldn't you?"

I had no idea what she was saying, but I nodded and agreed with completely.

As she finished her shower, I tried to make sense of what she was saying. Whatever Club Violet was, it didn't sound like a very nice place, but it had the richest clients? I liked this for two reasons. First, if rich people went there, Josh would be there. He worked so hard and made so much money and I knew he couldn't resist acting like a rich boy. What that was, I had no idea, but he would go there if he knew about it. Second, if I couldn't be with Josh right away, maybe I could find something to do with some rich men. Josh isn't the only one who wants money, you know? I already got a guy to give me tons of presents today, maybe I could get some more cool treats...

I was knocked out of my thoughts by the sounds of the shower turning off. The employee girl was drying off and putting her bikini back on.

"Nice talking to you!" she said, and I wished her good luck for her bad lot at Club Violet (what was it?). 

Now that she was gone, I left the shower stall and dried myself off. My round tits and flat stomach, which were before covered in hot steamy piss, were not smooth clean and smelled wonderful.

I checked in the box to see what kind of clothes the tailor had left me. Maybe he wasn't a douchebag at all because these threads were pretty nice.

First, he left me a tube top white bra that was a little too snug. This wasn't very comfortable, but if made my chest bulge out obscenely, which I'm sure he intended. He also gave me a blue fishnet shirt, which I used to cover my top, though it was cut too short and I ended up having my stomach out to display.

He had also given me a tight black skirt, which was expectedly too tight and too short, making it hug my already large behind and expose my tan thighs to the world. Of course, there were no panties in sight. All in all, it was a very sexy outfit, but it was no string bikini. I may have looked like no nun, but I was more covered up than before.

He also included a cute small blue purse that matched my fishnet shirt. Inside, I found a lot of interesting make up tools, a small vial of hand sanitizer, a pen, and the notebook that I'm currently writing in now. I'm sorry if my handwriting is a little shakey; he's pounding me pretty rapidly, and slapping my ass every few minutes. I can't say it hurts, but I'm not enjoying it.

Anyway, now that I was clean and clothed, I looked at myself in the mirror and yawned loudly. With jet lag, I was exhausted, and I needed to rest.

I peeked outside into the hallway but no one was there. I walked left, farther down into what I assumed was an employee section, and found a tiny office that looked like it hadn't been used in a while. It had a comfy looking couch, and so I sprawled myself out and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I had no idea what time it was. However, glancing down at my belt, I saw that my light was that bright dangerous red. It must have been at least twenty four hours then.

Taking the card out of my purse, I swiped myself and it completely worked. I was back to green.

Walking out of the office and back into the department store, I could tell it was mid morning. I must have slept all night.

I walked out onto the streets and made my way down an avenue. The resort may have been designed to look like a city, but they had signs everywhere to tell you where everything was. Club Violet had arrows pointing all over, though it seemed like a considerable walk.

I passed by an older woman with a green light sticking to the side of her trader, a much younger skinny man. For a second, I thought maybe they were mother and son, but that didn't seem right. She was probably a divorced rich spinster, come to a far away land to get her snatch pounded by young men like the one beside her.

I started thinking about Chad and that yummy mummy of his. I really missed them both. At the thought of her expert lips and heaving breasts, my pussy began to tingle, but it was more than that.

My life had been so excellent since I met them. With our current arrangement, I could be ordered around by Josh and then myself order around that mom. And then there's Chad. Poor Chad.

It's clear what Josh gets out of us; two of the sexiest and kinkiest broads out there, basically worshipping him twenty four seven. He gets four big tan tits, two slimy hard working tongues, two sets of curvy wide hips, and two tight wet pussies that gush when he enters a room. What else could a man want?

The mom, she can be so mindless at times, but she's benefitting too. Though I'm sure with a body like hers, she's enjoyed some hard cock during her years, Josh really does have a way with his meat. Any girl is lucky to even lay a finger on his glorious package.

Plus, she gets me. Guys have such a stigma against guy-on-guy action (I personally am begging for the day that Josh scoops Chad over with his mom and me and fucks him like he does us, but I know Josh is too macho for that to ever happen). Girls can appreciate girls just fine. And though she revels in Josh's commands the same way I do, she gets to have a soft plushy lady master to boss her around too. 

And then there's Chad, and while in a sense it's so natural for the four of us to live the way we do, it's also so bizarre. Josh is so superior and important and self-absorbed (but that's why I'm driven so crazy by him, isn't it? ;) ) that he never even notices Chad. But I do, and his mom sure does.

I don't think that mom has had a thought on her mind since the day we met. She's been like a brainless sex zombie this whole time. So eager to please, so willing to degrade herself for Josh and for me more and more and more. I know she loves Chad dearly, but this degradation has overwhelmed her little head and she's been on one long orgasm this whole time. Josh rails her hard every day, I rail her hard every day, and she laps up his cum off the floor like a dog in front of her own son! Every day! Chad means everything in this. If Josh was just banging her, it wouldn't be nearly as fun. She's not just being a whore, she's being a whore with a man her son's age and right in from of him. It doesn't get any more degrading then that. I envy her, a little. Since we got to her, the only images in her head have been an endless trail of cocks and my warm pussy at the end.

But I love Chad, beyond just as a tool for degrading myself for Josh. Sure, I love it how Josh rails me and he watches so eagerly and so lustfully, seeing that Josh can do whatever he wants and he himself can't do anything. I get a thrill watching him squirm as I describe how I dug my pelvis into his own mom's face and gushed all over her cheeks. It's hot telling a poor little boy that you made his mommy into a complete whore.

But if that mommy gets off on the idea that her son is helpless in watching her sink lower and lower, there's a thrill for me in being helpful. I like when I can hear him jerking off in the other room and I moan a little louder, so he can hear me and cum a lot nicer. I give him my bras to rub against his little balls, and I flash him sometimes, to tease him for sure, but also because the kid so desperately wants to see my tits!

So maybe, if things turn out a certain way, it would be bad to let him go a little farther. Let Josh screw away at his mom, and maybe let him jerk off a little onto my tits. I can make him like his seed off, a treat for both of us, and even if I only let him do it once, he'll be stuck to me forever with the idea that it could happen again!

I was thinking about all of this when I knocked into the bicep of a big man in a cut off t-shirt. I was too lost in my thoughts, not watching where I was going. I fell down to the ground.

My skirt rolled up my thighs, exposing that I had on no panties, and when I reached across myself to fix them, my heart sunk into my chest.

How was my light red! I had just swiped myself an hour ago. Did the card not work? I was terrified, here I was red and in danger with this giant of a trader who could swipe me at any moment.

I stood up quickly and apologized before walking away briskly. Was he following me? Had he seen?

After a few minutes, it was clear that he had not. I made my way into a corner alley and pulled out my purple card to try to swipe again. It worked fine, the light turning back to green and staying that way for a safe moments more. I reasoned through this and figured that the purple staff cards don't hold as long. If I didn't remember to reswipe every hour or so, I was bound to get caught and owned.

After so much walking, I found myself in front of Club Violet. It was still mid day, and I grabbed some food from a stand, eating quickly before walking to the entrance. 

There were two big red doors beneath the sign that read Club Violet. They were guarded by a large portly black man in a purple suit and sunglasses.

"Hello," I said, showing off that I was green lit and should be fine to enter.

"No newbies," he said, not even glancing in my eyes.

"Excuse me?"

"Your light is green. You ain't got a trader. It's your first 24 hours. No newbies, no singles. You find a trader in a few hours."

There was no way I could explain to him that I had a staff card and that I was technically not a newbie.

I looked around the courtyard in front of the club, but there were not many people.

"Oh please sir, is there anything I can do?" I did my best damsel-in-distress voice.

"No."

I reached under my fishnet and pulled down my bra. Now the see-through mesh of the blue shirt was all that shielded my tits from the air.

He wasn't even glancing, so I reached for his hand and maneuvered his massive paw over my right tit. He couldn't help but give it a few quick squeezes. I slid his hand down my body and between my legs, right up between my skirt and...

Bam, I fell down. He had done something, in one movement, his one finger had put pressure in the most amazing spot in my wetness and I had felt an overpowering wave of pleasure surge through my body so intensely that my knees just crumbled and I fell. It was incredible.

"That is over." he told me. "If you do one more thing, I will have you leave this resort."

I stood up and sulked myself away. It did not look easy to get into the Club Violet. I pulled up my bra to recover my tits and started to leave the courtyard when a huge crowd appeared.

The crowd was mostly women with green bikinis, their flesh swaying as they took steps in their high heels. At the lead of the pack was a tall white man with gray hair in suit, and a face I recognized immediately.

Deshawn was a hit rap sensation in America and probably across the world. I have all his records, love and music, and I read all the blogs about who he's currently screwing. Last I checked, he was boning the mom of a girl he had screwed a month ago, but I guess he had dumped her and come here to Mauve.

I knew that my best chance to get into Club Violet was going to be as part of this crew. I unswiped myself quickly and rushed up to the big shirtless black star.

"Hello there," I said to him, pushing my tits up to impress him, "Got room for one more?"

"Get lost," Deshawn said, not even glancing at my bountiful tan breasts.

"Come on," I pleaded, "I'll suck your cock so good, you can fuck my sweet ass."

I knew that Deshawn was an ass man, and he stopped.

"Show me that thing," he commanded.

I bent over in front of him arched my back inwards so my cute ass stuck right up in the air. The way the skirt was stretching, there was no way he couldn't see how juicy and full my behind really was.

"Yea girl, you got a nice ass," I heard him say, "But how do I know you're a slut?"

"How about this?" I offered, walking on my hands and feet backwards and grinding my ass into his crotch.

"Let me tell you a story," I began.

"For the past few months, I've been living with my boyfriend, this dork I know from school, and his bombshell milf mom. Every morning, this slut and I lick his cock until it's hard and he cums on our faces, then she makes us both breakfast covered in his juices. The son is a pathetic little guy, cute but completely hopeless, and he just sits there in the house watching his mom slide deeper and deeper into degradation. We fuck her around the house, we make her dress in barely nothing so we can fuck her in public. My boyfriend and his big cock own my vagina, the milf's pussy, and by extension, the poor little cock of her son. I live nearly every moment of my life in ecstasy, with either a big cock sliding between my tits, or that dutiful milf's tongue lapping between my legs. Does that make me enough of a slut for you?"

Deshawn stood in stunned silence but I continued to rub my ass up against him. 

"Take this bitch," he finally said, and the gray haired man grabbed me by the hips and slid his card through my slot.

"Shit," I thought, "I don't know who the fuck this guy is. I was hoping at least Deshawn himself was going to slide me."

I knew my purple card was on me, so I could escape nearly any time I needed. However, if I wanted to stay in the park without getting kicked out, I would need to make sure no one knew I had it.

The group walked through the doors to Club Violet easily. I gave a big wink to the doorman. I had gotten into the club without putting an inch of his cock inside my body. His loss.

I was expecting a club inside, but it was far from it. Club Violet, or just Violet as the big sign said, seemed like an entirely new resort. It was an indoor cavern, with big buildings inside the expanse and roads and corridors that led even deeper. Where was I?

The first issue I saw was that in here, not everyone looked like a slave or a trader. There were women dressed in business suits without card slots, and in here, the population was not nearly as attractive as out in Mauve. In fact, a bigger bouncer was standing guarding the gate from Violet back to Mauve then from Mauve into Violet. From what I could tell, this seemed like a whole new animal, with a connection to Mauve, of course, but with its own new sets of rules.

Deshawn and the gray haired man led us to a big building on the right, and all the girls and I crammed into a giant laundry basket on wheels. It was squished and uncomfortable, with flesh sliding all over everyone else's flesh. Deshawn and the man pushed the cart through the building like we were a cart of groceries that he had just picked off the shelf.

Finally, they dumped us out into a giant room with studio lights and a stage, and the girls all proceeded onto the stage.

"What is this?" I asked, but Deshawn told me to shut my mouth and go change into my outfit.

The gray haired man led me to a room and handed me a tiny neon green bikini. I kept expecting him to leave while I changed, but then I remember that since he swiped me, we were stuck together.

I undid my clothes and I saw his eyes go wide. The old man watched my tits jiggle and I adjusted the bikini top, and he even reached his hand down and ran it over my taut tan thigh. I played the part and giggled.

Slapping my ass as I walked in front of him, the gray man led me to the stage, where all of the girls were on their knees and hands with their big asses faces the empty audience of the room.

The gray haired man shoved me onto the stage, and I had to admire how nice these girls looked. They were all perfectly slender full bodied ladies with either enourmous tits or bodacious asses, or in most cases, both. I felt right at home amongst these sexy girls, and got in line on my hands and knees with them.

A loudspeaker announced that the live audience for this rap video shoot would be arriving soon, and it didn't take a genius to realize what I had now signed up for.

Within a few minutes, the studio was packed with people, the lights were adjusted, and I was still on my hands and knees when Deshawn took the stage.

"What's up Club Violet!" he roared and the crowd cheered back at him.

There were camera men running behind and in front of us, and when the camera passed by me I licked my lips and winked. Before I knew it, a loud beat from giant speakers behind us burst out and Deshawn's rhymes echoed throughout the cheering hall.

All the other girls had started shaking their booties right up in the air and so I joined them. Deshawn came by and, microphone in hand, grabbed the hips of one of the girls farther down the line and thrust into her behind, her face contorting into a look of surprised glee.

Soon enough, there was the sound of a pop and I saw from the corner of my eye as Deshawn emptied a body of champagne over this girl's skin. The fizzy suds slicked down her exposed butt, leaving a glistening mess of foam all across her deep olive skin. The crowd cheered and the camera men moved in.

I watched as a new crowd of men, all in black shirts and black pants, entered the stage, each of them approaching one of the bent over women in line. The man behind me slapped my ass and I let out a loud sexy cry. Then, I felt the cold fizzy champagne pop out of the bottle and coat my own behind, and I just shook my slippery ass up in the air for everyone to see.

The man grabbed my hips and spun me around, coating my chest with the suds too. I grinded down on my knees, rotating my hips and letting the champagne drip down my entire body. I even stuck my shoulders together so that my arms squeezed my big boobs together in a wet slippery mess.

Now that I was turned around, I had a better view of the crowd. It was enormous. Club Violet must not be a club at all, but an entirely new city, and this football stadium of a concert hall must just be one tiny piece.

I saw on my left that most of the girls had disappeared. It seemed like each of the guys, after making sure his girl's body was wet with all the champagne, was throwing their girl into the audience to crowd surf on top of the spectators' eager hands.

Sure enough, I squealed as he wrapped his arms around my hips and tossed me into the massive crowd of people like a sack of potatoes.

My body was so slippery and wet that I pretty much glided over the eager hands of the people in the crowd. There were so many fingers roaming my body. They pinched the sides of my stomach, slid over my inner thigh, and even slipped a digit between my pouty lips so I could give a quick lick to their finger.

With so many hands picking and pulling at my slippery body, the swimsuit strings got untied and eventually taken completely off of me. I was a nude wet object being passed over and over by this crowd that seemed to go on forever.

When they finally led me back and tossed me onto the stage, my hair was tousled, my body was red in places where harsher hands had grabbed me, and my nude body was exposed to the sight of the crowd and the cameras. 

Deshawn, meanwhile, had been rapping on stage and playing with a few of the girls, while the cameras divided their attention on his vocals and the slippery girls still out there in the crowd. In editing, of course, it would all be seamless, with his tough and harsh rapping figure overlaid with the shiny flesh of the naked girls in the crowd.




Party Mom Ch. 05



Instead of just standing there on stage, I started dancing, grinding my naked body in the air and shaking my wet tits for the cameras to see. Deshawn wandered over, rapping loudly the whole time, and grabbed my around the waist, planting one of his meaty hands onto my slippery breasts. I cooed and flung my head back sensually, letting his strong arms support my weight.

Deshawn threw the microphone into the crowd and activated what I saw was a flesh colored mic that he was wearing around his ear. With both hands free, he flung down the baggy jeans he was wearing to show off the huge black boner he'd been concealing in his pants. He placed one hand on my head to shove me down on my knees, but I was there before he could force me. The camera men kneeled down besides me to get all the footage as I shoved the black cock head between my lips and started sucking. 

As I let my tongue and lips slurp over his tool, I made sure to make sure it not only felt good for Deshawn, but also looked good for these cameramen. The more attention I got in Club Violet, the more likely I could find someone who could help me find Josh. Maybe if I really slutted it up now, someone who worked here, who had access to a locator, would be willing to trade some sexual favors for finding my lost boyfriend.

And so I made sure this blowjob was absolutely the most incredible blowjob I'd ever given. I coated every inch with my thick saliva, I let it drip off his shaft and fall between my breasts. I let him hold up my hair behind my head so I could go deeper onto his thick cock. At all times, I either directed my eyes directly into Deshawns, or even better, right into the lens of the camera.

When I could feel the big balls start to convulse, Deshawn took me off his cock and lifted my body up with his arms, and I wrapped myself around his neck as he shoved his big black penis right between my legs. The crowd yelled and screamed as he thrusted into me. I made sure to bite my lips, moan and squirm sensually in his arm. It wasn't hard to act because that cock pulsing into me on stage was one of the sexiest moments of my life. Deshawn's fucking was rough and his penis had no worries about fast and deep it wanted to thrust into me. I let out one earth shattering moan that Deshawn's microphone picked up, echoing my pleasure throughout the hall.

Deshawn stopped fucking me before he came and flung me to the floor. I got to my knees with my tits together, ready to receive his warm load, but it didn't come. Instead, Deshawn approached the crowd with his cock in hand and jacked himself to completion. 

His hips shook as he stroked his long slippery cock. His big balls swung as he shot his first giant jet of cum right into the audience. The white sticky clumps soared over the heads of the spectators, landing in a perfect stream on the heads and faces of a line of people. Deshawn rotated his hips, aiming the streams of his creamy seed all over the crowd. The people onto whom the rapper's cum landed seemed shocked and surprised to have been coated with the spunk of the performer on stage.

When Deshawn's penis had glazed a sufficient portion of the audience, all the girls had returned back on stage, and as he entered the final verse of this performance, the girls all returned to their initial positions at the back of the stage. I ran to join them too.

When Deshawn finished rapping, the crowd cheered and the lights dimmed to black. A figure on stage grabbed me by my bet and swept me down the stairs away from the video shoot.

When we stepped into the lit hallway, I saw it was the gray haired man.

"You were so sexy in there, dollface," he said, leading me further down another hallway.

"You know who I am?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"I'm the head executive of the record studio. Been coming here for years on vacation, but the rapper wanted to shoot the video here so I took him. He's excited to stay and enjoy The Competition, though I've never had much interest in the stuff. I come here to relax and screw, you know?"

The Competition? I had no idea what he meant.

"Anyway, girl, you looked incredible up there. Most of the girls I get here, they're slender like you, of course, with the whole shebang of tits and ass, but you, sweetheart, you have this sexiness about you. You can't be older than nineteen, or twenty, am I right?"

I nodded. 

"Damn, I knew you had a young pussy. Do you really live with your boyfriend and some kid from school's mom? The way you told that story, the blood was rushing into my cock immediately. Are they here? Is that milf available? I want to bend you both over and stick it to you good."

"She's here," I told him, hoping now that maybe he could help me find Josh, "But I don't know where she is."

"Real shame," he said, "I'll just have to make do with fucking your warm pussy tonight."

We arrived at a door which he unlocked with a swipe. It was a lavish looking hotel room, with a kitchen, and indoor pool, and a sexy round bed in the center.

"Fuck, you gorgeous bitch, I'm going to have you here this second."

He shoved me over to the kitchen counter, dropped his briefcase to the crowd where it opened with a crash, then shoved my still slippery body over the counter and stuck his hard cock in.

And that's where you'll find me now, my dear diary. You were sitting there on the floor with my lucky little purple card and all my things, having spilled out of his briefcase. I'm sure, after this, I'm going to have to suck his dick, either swallow his sticky cum or let him shoot it all over my tits. 

When he falls asleep, I don't know what I will do. Maybe I will stay with him and see if Deshawn's klout can help me find Josh. Or maybe I'll grab my things, swipe myself clean, and escape to somewhere else in Club VIolet. Something tells me that even if Josh isn't here, he will be soon. Because once I find Josh, we can get back to what we do best: screwing our brains away and ordering around that sexy mom and her son.

WIsh me luck,

Sonny