2 comments/ 34103 views/ 6 favorites Ambien Ch. 02: Mom Gone Wild By: StoryPal The first part of this story contains images of self-abuse that might be disturbing. That is not the tone of the entire story, just the first part. If such images are unacceptable to you in any way, please bypass this story. * Denise felt the familiar eagerness in her pussy, that tingling desire she felt so often and satisfied so seldom. There, her son's hand was still on her breast. She pushed the hand lower, cupping it on her mound and pushing a finger inside. But the hand didn't respond, didn't take any action on its own! She rubbed his hand on her pussy, trying to push another finger inside. Why wasn't the hand responding? "Mom, what are you doing?" Dirk asked sleepily. Denise didn't recognize what her son had said. She was intent on getting something into her pussy. She turned to face her son, grasping his head and pushing it down. If his hand wouldn't cooperate, maybe his tongue would help. When he didn't willingly respond, she pushed harder. "Mom, what's going on?" Dirk objected. "You need to sleep." Coming awake, Dirk was disturbed by his mother's non-vocal urgency. She was horny, that much was obvious. But she had taken her Ambien, hadn't she? Whatever he was saying, Denise didn't care. Her pussy needed attention. She pushed his head harder. Dirk relented and slid lower in the bed until he was lip to clit with his mother's pussy. When she pulled his mouth firmly against her pussy, he began to lick. She had given him a lesson in eating pussy earlier in the evening and he tried to remember what she had said. Waking fully with the effort, he licked his mother's pussy and clit the way she had taught him. But was this an Ambien sex act? Was this what she meant when she told him to be gentle? Denise moaned in anticipation. Finally, her tingling pussy would get some attention. She pulled Dirk's head harder against her. Yes, he was doing what she wanted. But she wanted it harder. Dirk responded to her demands, licking her slit, sucking her lips into his mouth, licking her clit. With each touch, she responded with more pressure on his head. He began to eat more aggressively, licking and sucking harder. Already, he was being more vigorous than she had taught him. Worried about what he was doing, he pulled away from his mother's pussy. "Mom, this is too rough," he said. "You said I should eat you gently." His mother didn't acknowledge his words. Why did he keep mumbling? She pulled his head to her pussy again. Dirk pulled away with some difficulty. Her focus, her insistence, was disturbing. "Mom, is this an Ambien moment?" he asked. "Mom, can you understand me?" Denise frowned in frustration. Why did her son want to mutter about stuff when he should be eating her? With a firm movement, she pulled his mouth to her pussy. She kept her grip. She didn't want talk, she wanted to be eaten. Dirk applied himself to his task, licking and sucking hard, trying to give his mother the most intense experience he could. She was unrelenting in pulling him to her pussy. He was equally unrelenting in trying to give her pleasure. If this was an Ambien moment, the best he could do was to give her the release she sought. Denise's body responded to her son's attentions. She felt her impending orgasm building inside, starting with his tongue on her clit but rapidly spreading throughout her body. She wanted something hard inside but his licking and sucking would do for now. Her orgasm grew, then launched her over the edge. That was what she wanted, that was the feeling! She clutched her son's head until the orgasm faded. That was good but she wanted more. She had to have something inside! She pulled Dirk's head, up so she could kiss him. Dirk responded to his mother's direction. Maybe some making out would complete what she wanted, or maybe what she would settle for. When her son was face to face with her, Denise kissed him hard. She reached with her hand to grasp his cock. Damnit, it was still soft. Without hesitation, Denise climbed out of bed, pulling Dirk to follow her. She went to her closet and pulled out a box from a low shelf. Opening the box, she pulled out the sex toy she sought, a double-penetration dildo with a suction base. She pulled the dildo out of the box. With practiced ease, she pressed it firmly on a smooth section of the hardwood floor. The suction cups adhered solidly. She pulled a tube of lubricant from the box and coated the smaller cock liberally. Dirk watched fascinated as his mother prepared. He was shocked that she had such a device. He hadn't even considered anal sex with his mother, but she obviously had. Denise didn't notice her son's fascination or concern. She was focused on her own gratification. The double dildo had been a gag gift from Dirk's father, years before he ran off with his younger girlfriend. They had joked about it but she never used it when he was around. Denise positioned herself over the dildo, carefully feeling to ensure that both shafts were lined up with her openings. She lowered herself, feeling the probes entering her body. She began to move up and down, going lower with each stroke. Each time she lowered herself, she made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a whimper. The anal probe hurt. She thought about lifting off and applying more lubricant but was so hungry to be penetrated that she continued her rhythmic motions on the double dildo. Dirk looked around frantically. His mother's whimpering scared him. She was obviously in pain but so intent on fucking her dildo that she ignored it. Where was that lubricant? Could he coat the anal penetrating shaft to make it easier for her? When she had full penetration, Denise let her full weight rest on the base of the dildo. Eager with anticipation, she pulled her son for a passionate kiss. Dirk responded to the kiss, wary of her intensity. This had to be an Ambien moment. His mother was so far beyond what he had experienced with her before. Did the Ambien release her from inhibitions that might keep her safe? He knew that he had protected her in other Ambien moments. How could he protect her this time? He finally spotted the tube of lubricant but it was out of reach. Denise leaned on her strong son, using him to stabilize her as she lifted and lowered herself on her sex toy. It was so good to have a hard shaft in her pussy. It was good to have her ass filled with another hard shaft. If only it didn't hurt her ass going in and out. She ignored the pain, seeking only the pleasure of double penetration. She clutched at Dirk, holding him for an intense kiss, using his strength to help her ride her double dildo. What could he do? Dirk was frightened for his mother and in a near panic. Could he pull away from her to get the lubricant and ease her pain? Could he get her to abandon the damaging dildo? But her grip on him was too strong. She relied on his strength too much. If he pulled away, she might fall and hurt herself even more. The kiss was not fun. It scared him almost as much as the thought of the pain she expressed with each whimpering sigh. He couldn't reach the lubricant. The best he could do was to hold his mother and give her as much support as possible. He lifted, easing each down stroke to minimize her pain. Denise rode harder and harder, seeking that orgasm that would give her the release she needed. She welcomed her son's support. But why didn't he have his cock in her pussy instead of the dildo. No matter, she had a hard shaft and it would give her some release. Harder and harder, Denise climbed toward the pleasure pinnacle. She felt her orgasm building, not as good as when Dirk was fucking her but it would have to do. Almost too soon, she felt her orgasm ripping through her body. She pushed down on her double dildo and let the waves wash over her. It felt so good. If only her ass didn't hurt so much. But the orgasm wasn't enough. She needed more. Again, Denise rode her sex toy, twisting her hips to get more varied touches inside her pussy and rectum. She felt the pleasure build. Maybe this time she'd get what she wanted! Oh, my god, she's going again. Dirk felt helpless in the face of his mother's urgent abuse of her sex toy. Even in her orgasm, she had whimpered in pain. Now that she was stroking again, her whimpering was more intense. What was going on back there? What could he do to help her? But as before, there was nothing Dirk could do but hold on. His mother's grip was now painful for him but he persevered, holding her as gently and supportively as he could. Harder! Harder! Denise stroked the pleasure tool in and out of her orifices, feeling the coming orgasm, seeking an intensity of relief she had missed with the first orgasm. There it was. It was beginning. Her third orgasm gathered inside her and grew. She rode as hard as she could, pumping to build that orgasm, trying to make it big enough, intense enough. And she came, the orgasm bursting over her like a huge wave. But it wasn't enough! Oh, God, she's cumming again. Dirk held his mother through her third orgasm, hoping she would be satisfied so he could get her off her torture tool. But it wasn't to be. After just a few moments of rest, Denise again began stroking her body up and down on the double dildo, sweat running off of her body. The anal probe was still too dry. It hurt more with each stroke. But she focused on the shaft in her pussy. Maybe it would give her enough pleasure to make the pain go away. Harder and harder, she rode the sex toy with obsessive fury, demanding the pleasure she sought. Her whimpers turned to cries of pain with each stroke. Dirk felt the sweat on his mother's body and didn't even notice the tears flowing down his own face. How could she cause herself so much pain? What was wrong with her medication that she couldn't keep from hurting herself? By the time she rode to her fourth orgasm, he was sobbing with the frustration of not being able to take good enough care of his mother. Denise felt the orgasm she demanded growing in her body. But somehow it was weaker than the others. What was wrong with that dildo? Why couldn't it give her the pleasure she wanted. Why wasn't her son's cock in her cunt instead of that damned dildo? She felt her fourth orgasm emerge and suffuse her body. Such a weak orgasm. She was so tired. Why couldn't she get the release she wanted? Totally exhausted, Denise collapsed against her son. She rested for a moment, then gingerly lifted herself off of the dildo. She packed it in its box, along with the tube of lubricant and put it back in the closet. Then she walked unsteadily toward her bed, leaning on Dirk along the way. Dirk was relieved when his mother stopped fucking the dildo after her fourth orgasm. He thought the fourth wasn't as intense as her others. But after she leaned on him, she had put the dildo away. It was always strange how her Ambien moments played out. He walked her to her bed and helped her climb in. Then he noticed the blood. Dirk pushed his mother to her side so he could look at her anus. Yes, it was bloody. He felt a chill of fear. He knew the dildo caused her pain but this was a sign of real damage. What should he do now? He went quickly to the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm, wet washcloth, a towel and some Preparation H. He carefully cleaned his mother's anus, then applied a generous amount of the soothing ointment. Putting the supplies back in the bathroom, he pulled a pair of cotton panties from his mother's lingerie drawer. He pulled them on to keep the ointment where it needed to be and to prevent the ointment and blood from marking the sheets. He climbed into bed and held his mother, remaining vigilant in case she roused again. Slowly, he relaxed, still unaware of his own tears. After a time, he went to sleep. == == == == == "Dirk, did you have sex with me last night?" Denise asked when she woke her son. "Hell, yes, Mom," he answered. "It was wonderful." "No, I mean after I took my Ambien," she said. "I thought I asked you to be gentle when I had my Ambien. I'm really sore this morning." She was worried that her son had abused her when her defenses were down. But that was out of character for him. What was going on? "Mom, we have to talk," he said. "And you need to talk with your shrink. You have to stop taking Ambien." All of the fears and frustrations of the previous night rushed back into Dirk's mind. His tears started flowing again. "Dirk, what's wrong?" Denise asked. Why was her son crying? Dirk explained her actions with the double dildo, the pain she experienced, the three orgasms on the dildo and the blood. He left out his guesses that his mother might be over-sexed, might want anal intercourse and might secretly desire pain. "Oh, my god, I'll call her first thing," Denise said, shocked at the story her son related. "Is that why I had those god-awful panties on this morning?" "You needed something to protect you and the bed," he answered. "I figured those wouldn't be a great loss if they got messed up." "You got that right," she said with a grin. The grin quickly faded. "Show me the dildo, will you?" Dirk went to her closet and pulled out the box. He opened it and gingerly pulled out the dildo. "My god, there's still blood on it," Denise said. She was shocked by the undeniable evidence of Dirk's story. "Yes, I'll call my shrink right away. If she won't take me off the Ambien, I'm going to take myself off." "That's good, Mom," Dirk said. Why hadn't she stopped the Ambien before, before she hurt herself? == == == == == Denise's shrink took her off the Ambien prescription immediately, but a point of tension remained between Denise and her son. Each of them wondered if Denise's hunger for sexual release wasn't too great for Dirk to satisfy. The unspoken conflict led to uneasiness between them and a reduction in confidence in both. "I'm so glad that you still love me," Denise said, more to reassure herself than to express herself to her son. "I'm amazed at how good you make this old saggy woman feel." "You make me feel good, too, Mom," Dirk responded. "And I keep telling you that you're not old and saggy. You're beautiful and sexy, more so than anyone else I've ever known." "You're just saying that to get into my pants," she teased, half believing her tease. How could he believe she was sexy after she had abused herself on that damned dildo? "I'm saying that because it's true," Dirk objected. "But I really do want to get into your pants, again and again." He really did want in her pants, both because she was so sexy and because he wanted to give her so much sex that she didn't feel any desire to experience that dildo again. "Well I want you there, too, even if I don't understand why you'd want to," she said. "Look, Mom, I'm getting tired of hearing that you think you're old and saggy," Dirk said. "You're beautiful and sexy and I guess I need to prove it to you." He reluctantly returned his thoughts to the only way he had conceived that would convince her of her beauty. "How can you prove something like that?" his mother objected. "I know you get turned on and like to fuck me but I think that's just between us." "Do you remember when I told you about seeing a hot cheerleader baring her breasts and they didn't look as good as yours do?" Dirk asked. He thought about that cheerleader, the second most important figure in his fantasies. If only she were more approachable. "I'm still curious about that," she answered. Denise was more curious than she admitted. Each time Dirk had mentioned the cheerleader, his expression indicated something more than casual interest. Was his apparent longing because she was beautiful and naked or was there more to it? "That happened at a frat party when I was going to school," he said. He lied as he spoke, he had seen the cheerleader at a party much more recently and he knew exactly who she was. "The fraternity still hosts parties like that. At least one coed gets naked at some time during the party. If you're willing, I'll take you to one of those parties. You can see what the hot coeds look like naked and understand that you're more beautiful and sexier than most of them. In other words, you'll understand that you're beautiful and sexy." "OK, when do we go?" she agreed. "And what kind of party is it that you know hot coeds will get naked?" With all of the uneasiness between Denise and her son, she felt a real need for reassurance beyond what Dirk could give her. Why did he think seeing hot, naked coeds would make her feel more beautiful? Dirk was surprised. He thought his mother would drag her feet about going to a party where some of the women got naked. He was also uneasy about some of the other activities that went on at the parties. How much did he need to tell his mother to get her ready? Would a complete description turn her off or, with her extreme sexual hunger, would the description just make her more eager to attend? Could he even tell her anything, given the fraternity's rules about the parties? "There's one at the end of the month, two weeks from now," he said. "Keep in mind, Mom, that the parties can get a little wild." "You've been to several of them, right?" she asked. "Yes," he admitted. "If you can handle it, I can handle it," she assured him. "OK," he said. "You'll want to dress a little sexier than normal, though." "Tell me what to wear," she said agreeably. "A short skirt, translucent blouse, lace bra and high heels," he said. "That's what some of the coeds will wear." "Oh, a hooker outfit," his mother teased. "Do I get to wear panties?" "Of course you do," he said. "I thought that just went without saying." "When you mentioned the translucent blouse and bra, I thought you might be giving an explicit list of what I should wear," she said, continuing the tease. "You'll do great in that kind of outfit," he assured her. "You'll have to watch out, though. The frat brothers will try to hit on you. They'll want to get in your pants just as much as I want to." "And that will prove that I'm beautiful?" she asked. "That's part of it," he answered. "I'll have to call you Denise while we're there. It might reveal too much if I were to call you Mom." "I was thinking you should call me Denise anyway," his mother responded. "I'm not sure about it yet, since I think it's delicious that I'm fucking my son and he's fucking me. But I agree that you should call me Denise for the party. It will be your challenge to stay in character, though." "You call me Son often enough," Dirk countered. "You might have your own challenge." "I might," she agreed thoughtfully. "What all happens at the party?" "I'm not supposed to tell you the party rules before we go," he said. "It's one of the fraternity rules. But I promise I'll tell you as soon as we get there." "I can accept that," she said. "But other than the rules, what happens at the party?" "I can't tell you that, either," he said. "You already know that at least one coed will get naked during the party and that it gets wilder than that. I shouldn't even have told you that much." "So there's more, right?" she prompted. "Yes, there's a lot more," he admitted. "So let's see," she summarized. "At least one coed gets naked. And there's more. Let me guess. There's a lot of temptation there. With that and a few drinks, my guess is that some couples fuck without looking for any privacy, right?" "Mom, don't dig for what I can't tell you," Dirk responded, fully aware of the blush that probably gave his mother confirmation of her guess. Denise noticed the blush. So her shot in the dark guess was better than she thought. She couldn't resist digging just a little more. "I'm just trying to understand, Dirk," she mused. "It's all a secret to women who haven't been there before. But I'd guess that some women come to more than one party. They're repeat attenders, right, wildness and all? They come back for more. In particular, your cheerleader has been to several parties, right?" Ambien Ch. 02: Mom Gone Wild "That's right," he said uncomfortably. If his mother didn't stop probing, she'd figure out everything. "Each one, though, has her own reasons for coming back." "You're not kidding when you say the parties get a little wild, are you?" Denise asked. "The way you describe it, a lot of girls wouldn't think of going back.' "I'm not kidding," he admitted, "And many women never attend their second party. Please don't go fishing for any more, Mom. You're too good at interrogating me." "Oh, so I shouldn't ask for a tell-the-truth?" she teased. "Please, no, Mom," he agreed. "I'm curious, though, how can you take me to this party?" she asked. "You're not in the fraternity anymore." "The parties are mostly for undergraduates," he admitted. "But graduates are still considered brothers. Brothers don't often attend the parties after they graduate, though. Maybe they're trying to put their college hijinks behind them. But they're still entitled to attend. They're encouraged to bring a woman with them and they have to follow the rules. "So that's why we can go, you're still a member of the fraternity even though you graduated?" she prompted. "That's right," he agreed. "But it bothers you to take me, right?" she prompted. Denise thought that the parties probably involved lots of fucking. The thought was exciting and she felt the warmth of her excitement throughout her body. Maybe she could meet some young men who would give her the kind of attention she really wanted. Was that what scared her son, that she would get other cocks and neglect him? "Yes, it does," he admitted. "Dirk, tell me why it bothers you," she ordered. "The only times I've seen you concerned recently is when you're trying to protect me. Is it something like that?" "It is, Mom," he confirmed. "Look, I know you're going to bug me until I tell you a little about it. The truth is that most of the coeds who get naked at the party don't think they will beforehand. They get so excited during the party that they strip in the excitement of the moment." "And you're afraid I might get excited?" Denise asked. Was this why Dirk was conflicted about the party? Was the excitement supposed to convince her that she was beautiful? Was he afraid that the excitement would entice her to do more than get naked? "That's part of it," Dirk admitted. "There's also open fucking, in front of everyone. That also happens to some coeds who get excited in the moment. You have such a strong sexual desire that I'm afraid that you might not keep the limits you set yourself before you go. But Mom, I'm telling you more than the rules allow me to tell. Please don't ask any more questions." "But you think it would convince that I'm beautiful and sexy?" she asked. His description, given reluctantly, confirmed her guesses, both about the party and her son's fears. She thought to herself about the exciting possibility of spur-of-the-moment fucking. Could she really find another playmate or two so that she didn't subject her son to being fucked out when she wanted more? "Yes, I do," Dirk said. Would she question him further? He believed the party would convince her that she was beautiful and sexy. But would it leave her so shocked that she'd never quite trust him again? "Then it's settled," she said. "You're going to take me to a wild party and you're going to convince me that I'm beautiful and sexy." "That's the plan," he agreed reluctantly. How had he put himself in this position? He just wanted her to know how beautiful she was and never quite imagined that she'd take him up on his offer to take her to the party. "Are you OK with this?" "Of course I am," she said with a soft smile. "I wouldn't have agreed otherwise. I trust you, Dirk, and I'm curious about what could happen at a party to convince me to do something that I have no intention of doing." She knew but didn't tell Dirk that the reason for her smile was that she'd go with every intention of having a wild experience. She just hoped that Dirk wouldn't blame himself for her actions. == == == == == Dirk was uneasy about taking his mother to the party. He just wanted her to be able to see the bodies of the naked coeds and experience the solicitations of the frat brothers who would undoubtedly hit on her. She could see the men's desire and compare her own figure to the coeds and realize just how beautiful and sexy she was. But how would she react to the open temptations and pressures she'd feel? He practiced calling his mother Denise, to make it unlikely that he'd slip at the party and call her Mom. It was an effort and he realized it was more exciting to him to know that he was fucking his mother rather than fucking Denise. As they walked toward the door of the fraternity house, Denise asked, "Now you'll tell me the rules as soon as we get inside, right?" "Right, Mom, Denise," he corrected himself quickly. Just inside the door, a brother checked the graduate roster and confirmed Dirk as eligible to attend. "Is this your date?" he asked. "Yes, I'm his date," Denise answered quickly. "Denise!" Dirk hissed. "Don't say that yet." "Here's your flower," the brother said with a smile, noting Dirk's panicked words. "And here's Dirk's ribbon." Denise took the flower and ribbon from the brother. She started to put the flower next to her left ear. Dirk quickly drew his mother to the side. "Denise, don't do anything until you know some of the rules. If you say that you're my date, you agree to have sex with me in front of everyone who is here. If you mean that, put the flower next to your right ear. If you put the flower next to your left ear, you're advertising that you'll consider having sex with more than one man, in front of everyone. That's an invitation for other brothers to add themselves to your list of dates." She quickly removed the flower from her left ear. "But I am your date tonight and I love it. I like the idea of fucking you where everyone can see. So I guess I should put the flower by my right ear." As she spoke, Dirk looked around the room. Denise noticed that he seemed to focus on one particular coed who was surrounded by fraternity brothers. Was the beautiful, popular coed the one he had described, the one who got naked and made such an impression on him? Dirk returned his attention to his mother and resumed his instruction. He wanted, as he always did, to push his way through the crowd to talk with the attractive coed but his priority at this party was his mother. "At this party, there are just three choices," Dirk explained. "If you're committed to publicly fuck your date, you wear the flower by your right ear. You fuck him in front of everyone before you leave the party. You wear the ribbon over your right breast. Any brother who wants to know who you're going to fuck will look at the ribbon. They'll caress your breast as they do so. "If you want more dates than you've accepted and haven't made up your mind who else you want, you wear the flower by your left ear," he continued. "Brothers will try to talk you into including them as one of your dates, to wear their ribbon over your right breast along with any other ribbons you have there. You might end up with several ribbons if you like several guys and want to have sex with them. The more ribbons you're wearing, the more guys will look at them, caressing your breast as they do so. If you get in a crowd of suitors and you don't object, they'll caress a lot more than your breast. But it's up to you if you'll allow that or not. When you have all the men you want lined up, move the flower to your right ear. Then you have sex with each of your chosen men in front of everyone before you leave the party. If you don't wear a flower, you're not committed to have sex before you leave the party but brothers will try to convince you to select them for your date, with all that means." "What do you think I should do?" she asked. She could barely restrain her excitement. How would it feel to have a whole crowd of fraternity brothers feeling her up? "As soon as you wear the flower, you're committed to have sex with someone, in front of everyone," he said. "I think you could carry the flower around without wearing it. See how many brothers approach you. See how much they desire you. That should convince you that you're sexy and extremely attractive." "But they'll hit on anyone without a flower," she objected. "The only way to keep from being hit on is to wear the flower over your right ear," he agreed. "But even then, brothers will examine the ribbon and caress your breast. The only way to avoid having sex with everyone watching is to not wear the flower." "So it's my decision," she said thoughtfully. "And one way or another, it seems like the brothers will hit on me. But will they want me?" "The brothers who hit on you will really want you," he assured her. "Watch them and see what you think. When you see how much they desire you, you'll know how beautiful you are." "I can do that," she agreed. "What are those things on the stage?" She had noticed some objects on the stage, shaped vaguely like bowling pins but taller and narrower. While their shapes were all similar, it appeared that each one was different from all the others. "Those are for the contest," he explained. "Only women with dates can enter the contest. They're to carry the shafts to a target area. They get points for the sizes of the shafts they carry and the weights. Basically, the winner carries more shafts than anyone else." "So the winner is the one with the most points?" she asked. "What does the winner get?" "The winner gets dinner for herself and one guest at the best restaurant in town," he said. "Plus there's some jewelry and winners have the privilege of attending parties without an escort." "It seems pretty simple," she said. "What's the catch?" "One catch is that you fuck your date before you attempt the contest," he said. "The other is that you can't use your hands, mouth, arms or legs to carry the shafts. That means you use your pussy. You have to pick the shaft up, carry it and place it in the target circle using only your pussy muscles. Once in a while, citing the literal rules, a woman uses her anus to move shafts. That doesn't happen very often. But cumming before you move a shaft leaves you slick and maybe not so tight. And the shafts are given even more lube just before you carry them. It's harder to pick up and hold a shaft that way." "Oh," she said in a small voice. She looked around the large room. "I see lots of flowers, most on the right but a few on the left. I think this is going to be a really wild night. Will all the women enter the contest?" "You're absolutely right," he confirmed. "Some of the women won't even attempt the contest after they fuck their dates. It's their choice. But remember why we're here." "Excuse me, it seems that this beautiful woman hasn't decided what to do with her flower, yet," a handsome fraternity brother interrupted. He lifted Denise's hand to his lips with a flourish. "Will you share your name?" he asked, holding her gaze with his own unwavering gaze. "I'm Denise," she answered. "You're beautiful," he said. His look displayed the sincerity of his words. "You're here with a handsome brother, I see. Still, since your flower says you're not committed, would you consider adding me to your dance card? I assure you I can be quite attentive and devoted to your pleasure." "You don't waste any time, do you?" Denise teased. She felt flattered by the young man's attention and was very aware of the growing warmth between her legs. She knew that this would be such a sexually explosive evening but was surprised by the strength of her reaction. If she wanted to back out, she was sure Dirk would accept her decision to leave. But her curiosity was piqued and her earlier excitement had returned in full force. "With your beauty, you're going to be surrounded by eager suitors," he assured her. "I can't waste any time if I want to be your date tonight. I'd love to have you wear my ribbon." He lifted a hand and caressed her right breast, indicating where he'd like her to wear his ribbon. With his other hand, he showed his ribbon. "May I pin it on you?" He slid the first hand inside her blouse and moved the ribbon closer. He continued to caress her breast through the front of her flimsy lace bra with the hand inside her blouse. "That's a lovely bra. I'd love to help you with it, with your permission, of course." "Let me think about it," Denise said, blocking the ribbon's approach to her blouse. "Of course, it's your decision," he said with a smile, withdrawing his hand from her blouse with a final stroke across the bump of her erect nipple. "Let me know, though. I'll be watching for your signal." "Thank you," Denise said. When the brother left, she turned to Dirk. "Is that how it goes?" "That's pretty much the pattern," he said. "When a woman attends the party, even if it's her first time, everyone assumes that the brother she came with told her what's up. If she's still here, she's considering the possibilities. So the guys try to be smooth but don't dare take much time to express their interest." "Will you excuse me for a minute?" Denise asked. Without waiting for a response, she made her way to the restroom she had spotted near the entry. When Denise returned to her son's side, she noticed that he was again staring in the direction of the same beautiful coed who had distracted him earlier. She touched his arm to get his attention, then pressed a small cloth bundle into his hand. "Will you put this in your pocket?" she asked. Dirk glanced down and confirmed that she had given him her bra. While he was distracted by the cheerleader, he still glanced toward the bathroom once in a while and had noticed his mother's swaying breasts as she walked across the room, as had several of the other brothers. "Sure, Denise, I'll be happy to hold it for you," he said. "And you've just attracted the attention of several other brothers. Are you ready to be overwhelmed with attention?" "No, I want to do something else first," she said. Denise had noticed her son's momentary distraction when they arrived at the party and as she returned from the bathroom. He clearly recognized one particular coed and returned his attention reluctantly to Denise after staring at the coed for a few moments. "Who's that woman over there, the beautiful one with the long hair, longer legs and skirt that quits before it barely starts?" Denise had spotted the beauty earlier. She was surrounded by guys who seemed eager. Now, however, she was alone. At this party, that didn't make sense. "Oh, I think she's a cheerleader, her name is Honey," he said after a glance. He actually had no doubt that she was a cheerleader. She was the woman he had described to his mother when he first conceived of the idea of using the party to convince his mother of her beauty. Unfortunately, revealing that he knew her would also reveal that he had attended parties recently. "Let's go and talk with her," Denise said. She matched her actions to her words and the surprised Dirk followed quickly on her heels. As Denise and Dirk neared the cheerleader, Denise noticed that Honey was also braless, wearing a blouse that was almost exactly like Denise's. Her nipples were quite attractive but her breasts were smaller than Denise's and hung a little lower, almost as though they had been somehow deflated. Still, her nipples were positioned at the exact center of the masses of her breasts and looked quite kissable. "Hi, I'm Denise and this is Dirk," Denise said, extending her hand toward the young woman. "I couldn't help noticing how beautiful you are." "I'm Honey," the cheerleader responded. "And you flatter me." "Not at all," Denise insisted. "You're strikingly beautiful and I couldn't help wondering why you're standing all alone. You have your flower by your left ear. As I understand the rules, that means you should be surrounded by eager young men." "I was, before someone distracted them," Honey commented with a bitter edge. "Another beautiful woman came into the party and all of the guys ran away to scope her out. Is this your first party?" "Yes, it is," Denise confirmed. "Is it yours, too?" Honey obviously knew the party's rules, and, with her flower by her left ear, she was ready to be fucked. Yet she didn't have an obvious escort. Maybe having an escort wasn't a requirement. "No, I've been to several parties," Honey answered. "Wow, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some tips," Denise suggested. So this was one of those women Dirk had mentioned, ones who came to parties after they understood the rules. Maybe Honey could help Denise satisfy her growing desire for some of the frat brothers. "You really want to rub it in, don't you?" Honey accused. Denise was dumbfounded. Why was Honey so abrupt and prickly? "Denise," Dirk said, trying to get Denise's attention. "I'm sorry, I don't understand," Denise said. "What are you talking about, rub it in?" Denise was honestly confused, barely keeping up with the almost overwhelming possibilities that surrounded her. "Denise, come here for a minute," Dirk said, still trying to get his mother's attention. He backed up a step, inviting Denise to follow him. She didn't. "Are you really that mean?" Honey asked, glaring at Denise. "Denise, come here," Dirk commanded. Denise finally got the message and stepped away from Honey to face Dirk. "Mom, Honey is talking about you," he said. "You're the beautiful woman who distracted the men she was talking with." "Me?" she said in shock. She thought for a moment. "Oh, my god. Thanks, Dirk." She turned to Honey "Honey, I'm sorry. You don't know how sorry I am. I didn't know I was distracting your men." "They weren't my men, but they were all interested," Honey said. "I've had some of them before and was looking forward to having them again. But now I guess that won't happen, thanks to you." "Honey, Denise doesn't know that she's beautiful," Dirk said. Honey looked at Denise, then back and forth between Denise and Dirk. "Did I really get in the way?" Denise asked. She couldn't believe that the group of men around the beautiful Honey had abandoned her because of Denise's arrival. "I'm so sorry. Is there something I can do to make it up to you?" "Not unless you have someone I can fuck," Honey responded with a bitter tone. "I suppose the damage is done, isn't it?" Denise asked. "Yes, it is," Honey confirmed. Denise thought for a few moments. She turned to Dirk and spoke quietly so that Honey couldn't hear. "Dirk, I want you to do something for me," she said. "Caress her breasts, then kiss them like you kiss mine. Will you do that?" What was his mother up to? Dirk was confused but wanted to help her. He nodded. "And follow my lead," she continued. "I'm going to suggest something and I want you to agree. If you do it, willingly and eagerly, I'll make it up to you later." Dirk stepped to face Honey and caressed the cheerleader's breasts, as Denise had requested. Why was Dirk doing this? Honey was confused and her body didn't help. Dirk's touch was nice, very nice, and her nipples hardened in arousal. Then he unbuttoned enough of her blouse to get inside. He lifted one breast and kissed it, then repeated the touch with the other one. Then, surprising her even more, he lifted both breasts and sucked both nipples into his mouth to flick them with his tongue. "Mmmm," she moaned with the pleasure. "Honey, I think I can help," Denise said. She smiled at Honey's reaction to Dirk's kisses. She knew how good that felt. "Oh, what do you have in mind?" Honey responded with some difficulty. It was so hard to think with Dirk's talented tongue stroking her sensitive nipples. Ambien Ch. 02: Mom Gone Wild "Why don't you be Dirk's date tonight?" Denise suggested. "I promise he'll give you a fuck to remember. And since those guys are already distracted, I want to try them, or at least some of them. I'd appreciate it if you could coach me on how the party works and which guys would be the most interesting for a first party." "Mmmm," Honey moaned, losing her attention with Dirk's continuing ministrations. "What do you think, Honey?" Denise prompted. "OK, I think," Honey answered. "A fuck to remember?" "I promise," Denise said. She glanced and saw the bulge in Dirk's pants. His cock had already voted. Would he agree as she had asked? "Dirk, will you and Honey have a date tonight?" "Mmmm, hmmm," Dirk agreed. His humming started Honey in a small orgasm. "Oh, I love that," Honey said happily. "Dirk, I'd love to be your date tonight. But let go of my breasts and tell me you want me to be your date, too." Reluctantly, Dirk released Honey's nipples from his mouth. "Honey," he said, looking up at her, "I want you to be my date tonight." "Oh, yes," she said happily. She quickly moved her flower to her right ear. Denise passed Dirk's ribbon to Honey. Honey pinned it to her blouse, leaving the blouse open. "What should I expect if I have several dates tonight?" Denise asked. "Look up at the stage," Honey directed. "One of the first girls is ready for her date." Denise looked at the stage and watched as a coed and frat brother stripped. Another frat brother standing not far away stripped as well. The first brother rolled a condom onto his hard cock. "Oh, good," Honey said happily, clapping her hands. "This is what some coeds do with two dates." As Denise, Honey and Dirk watched, the coed got on her hands and knees on a mat. One brother positioned himself behind her, checked to make sure she was lubricated, and slowly inserted his sheathed, hard cock into her pussy. The other brother got in front of the coed on his knees. She took his cock into her mouth. In moments, the coed was being fucked from behind while she sucked the cock of the second brother. The audience gave encouraging cheers, increasing as the two brothers grew obviously more excited, increasing their pace together as though choreographed. They started bouncing the coed between them, one cock fully inside, then the other. She quickly opened her mouth wide and engulfed that cock down her throat. The audience cheered. Once the coed established her deep throat, the brothers adjusted their rhythm, both thrusting at the same time, penetrating her from each end, sinking their cocks completely into her throat and pussy. They increased their pace again, remaining synchronized as they rammed their hard cocks into the willing coed's orifices. Before the men could cum, the coed's body quivered. She lost coordination and seemed to be held up by the two cocks as she obviously came violently. She wasn't quite through with it when the man in her pussy thrust hard, delivering his load of cum into his condom. When the coed's lips tightened around the second brother's cock, he also thrust forward. The coed's cheeks bulged with the second brother's cum before she swallowed. "That's so hot," Denise said, rubbing her breast and pinching her nipples. She was wet and eager, wishing she had removed her panties when she removed her bra. "Just wait, this coed likes to try the contest," Honey said. She eyed the hand on Denise's breast and wondered how it would feel to have her own hands on those substantial orbs. When the frat brothers disengaged, the coed on stage stood with her legs and arms spread in a triumphant X. The first brother stripped the condom from his cock and held it up to display the volume he had captured. The coed walked to the array of shafts. An attendant there pulled the first shaft and coated it with lubricant. The coed positioned herself over the shaft and lowered her pussy to engulf the top several inches. When she straightened her legs, the shaft rose with her. The audience cheered. She awkwardly took the few steps to carry the shaft to the target area and released it there. As the coed returned to the pickup area, the attendant lubricated the next shaft and put it in place. Another attendant picked up the delivered shaft and cleaned it, returning it to the staging area for its next use. The coed carried shaft after shaft to the target area, accompanied by increasing cheering from the audience. Each time she approached a shaft, there were mixed calls from the audience. Most said, "Pussy," but some said, "Ass." "Why are people hollering pussy and ass?" Denise asked. "You can pick up a shaft either way," Honey answered. "Once in a while a coed will do both. That gets everyone wild." On the next shaft, the coed was unable to hold it up. After only one step toward the target area, the shaft slipped from her pussy. "Too slick, too thin or too heavy," Honey observed. "Nobody has ever carried all of the shafts all the way." Denise looked at the array of shafts. "Oh, I see, they get thinner, don't they?" she suggested. "And I guess they get heavier, too." "They do," Honey confirmed. "Tell me about those guys over there," Denise suggested, indicating a huddle of fraternity brothers who seemed in an unresolved debate between themselves. "They seem to be a little indecisive." Honey laughed. "Put your flower by your left ear and you'll see indecision give way to a stampede," she said. "But look at them. They're my favorites. From left to right, the first has a big cock and can cum several times. The second is a little smaller but he knows how to handle it. He can touch places inside your pussy that you didn't know existed. The third is shorter but fat. Each of those three will make you feel full, each in his own way. The other two guys have nice cocks that won't quite fill you up but they make up for it with enthusiasm. Pick and choose, that's your privilege. I can promise you, if you choose all five, you'll know you had sex before the night is out." Denise had been watching the stage and the cluster of brothers as Honey spoke. Her descriptions and the action on stage had Denise dripping wet by the time Honey finished her description. Denise smiled at the group of horny young men and put her flower behind her left ear. They instantly rushed toward Denise, Honey and Dirk, arriving at the same time as three other brothers who came from different directions. Even though they rushed to get Denise's attention, the eight were careful not to cause her any discomfort. They managed to fondle her breasts so nicely that her earlier arousal expanded into a wonderful fog of pleasure. Then she realized that her breasts weren't the only source of that pleasure. Though several hands caressed her right breast, someone had unbuttoned her blouse and was sucking on her left nipple, tonguing it beautifully. Someone else had removed her skirt and soaked panties. Several hands caressed her ass and thighs and one hand was gently pumping her pussy with two fingers while another finger caressed her clit. Denise was tempted to take the ribbons of all eight men but decided to choose from Honey's recommendation. She chose the brother with the big dick, the one with the talented touch and one of the enthusiastic ones. When the three ribbons were attached to her blouse, she moved her flower to her right ear. Amused by the disappointed groans of the five rejected suitors, she was pleased when none of the stimulating hands, or mouths, left her body. Both of her nipples were being lovingly kissed by brothers and she felt hope that they'd never stop. "Denise, Dirk and I are going to the stage," Honey said, touching Denise on the cheek. "You'll need to go up there soon." Denise nodded. She wasn't worried about getting to the stage. She was sure that her dates would help. Denise pushed some of the hands away from her body so she could watch Honey and Dirk on stage. The five rejected suitors decided to go elsewhere. Honey stripped and Denise stared at the cheerleader's lithe body. She really was beautiful. Denise was sure that any guy at the party would want to fuck her. But Honey and Dirk both said that Denise had distracted the men who were interested in Honey. Maybe Denise would have to admit that she was beautiful, too. Honey got on her hands and knees. Dirk kissed her ass, a nice touch, and caressed her back and buns. Then he touched her pussy, making sure that she was ready for his hard cock. She apparently was because Dirk immediately positioned his hard-on at her entrance. He didn't slam inside like some of the men did, but pushed slowly, backing off a little and pushing slowly again. He took his time to get full penetration. The amazed look on Honey's face said that she appreciated his touch. Even in the starting stages, Dirk was giving her a fuck to remember. Denise was proud of her son. He had invited her to this party, realizing that his sexy mother might be tempted by the possibilities of the situation. When she had, in fact, been tempted, he allowed her to make her own decisions. And, when she suggested that he pair up with Honey instead of Denise, he had willingly accommodated her wishes. Denise was happy that she had noticed her son's reaction when he first saw Honey. Denise was amused with herself, thinking of being a matchmaker by having his son fuck a woman who might be a good match. The hands on her body and Dirk's performance with Honey on stage quickly brought Denise's attention back to the present. She was quite happy with this kind of preparation for a sexual encounter. She couldn't remember when she had been so aroused before having sex. Then she decided she could remember several times, all when Dirk or her ex-husband gave her lots of teasing, extended foreplay or when she was exceedingly horny to begin with. Then Dirk and Honey were done, both having cum intensely. Honey moved to the contest area and carried shaft after shaft across the stage to the target area, easily surpassing the earlier coeds' performances. She was down to the last shaft in the next to the last row before a shaft slid from her pussy. Still, the audience went wild. Denise vowed that she'd find out if Honey held any records for the contest. From the audience's reaction, that seemed likely. Denise's dates escorted her toward the stage. She removed her blouse and shoes, reveling in her nakedness and her anticipation of being fucked well and hard. She was delighted as she watched her three dates strip, revealing their athletic bodies and hard cocks. Getting on her hands and knees, Denise invited the enthusiastic brother to let her suck his cock. She directed the one with the talented touch to fuck her and had the one with the large dick slide his head underneath so he could kiss and suck her breasts. Denise briefly wondered if she should have added a fourth date so he could suck her other breast, but the pleasure given by the hard cock in her pussy and the kisses of the brother on her breasts quickly dispelled that thought. She sucked and licked the dick in her mouth, rocking back and forth to make it stroke in and out between her lips. The brother fucking her cunt picked up the rhythm and, true to Honey's description, moved his hips in ways to stir her insides excitingly. Denise was in heaven, stroked, fucked and kissed by her three dates. The brother in her mouth was the first to cum and Denise relished the fresh taste even as she swallowed spurt after spurt. The brother in her pussy came soon after and she felt the heat of his cum stroking inside her as it filled the condom and moved with the brothers continued pumping. Denise hadn't cum yet but she wasn't worried. She hadn't had fun like this for a long time and welcomed the climb to what she knew would be an outstanding orgasm. She directed the enthusiastic brother to kiss her breasts and the brother with the big cock to fuck her. At her further direction, the brother who had fucked her first stripped off his condom and moved to let her suck his spent dick. As soon as Denise started sucking that talented cock, it began to harden. She attended to it enthusiastically, enjoying its growing hardness and the kisses of the brother on her breasts. The brother behind her began rhythmically feeding his big cock into her pussy. She was thrilled with the way that cock stretched her and made her feel full. Each time he pushed a little more into her welcoming, hot cunt, she felt the growing excitement flowing through her body. When he gave a final push and his cock pressed firmly against her cervix, she blasted into an intense orgasm. She shook and cried out as the climax washed over her. Then she resumed sucking the cock in her mouth. The brother behind her began stroking his big, hard shaft in and out of her pussy, each stroke renewing her feelings of being stretched and filled wonderfully. After just a few more strokes of that big cock, along with the intense pleasure from the brother sucking her nipples, Denise came again. When the intensity of her second orgasm blended with the bliss of the first, she continued to suck the wonderful cock in her mouth. She knew that cock would soon feed her another batch of cum and she focused her attention on sharing the pleasure she felt. Her three dates fell into a rhythm of fucking and sucking that stimulated Denise even more. She rode their rhythm, giving as well as receiving pleasure, sharing it all with her dates. She felt the throbbing in the cock in her mouth, knowing it was ready to cum. She sucked and licked with increased intensity and found her mouth filled with cum as the brother fed her with his second climax. She sucked and swallowed until he couldn't deliver any more. The brother behind grabbed her hips and increased his own rhythm, vigorously bouncing his big, hard cock into Denise's well-stretched pussy. The brother underneath had figured out how to suck and lick both of her nipples at once and increased his attentions to those tender nubs. Denise rushed toward her fourth climax and, just as she felt the hot bubble of cum deep in her body, flew into the lightning bolt of pleasure. She cried out and shook with the intensity of her orgasm, held up by her three dates even as two of them continued to stimulate her. It seemed to take a long time for her orgasm to fade to simple bliss, but as Denise became more aware of her surroundings, she heard cheers and applause. That recognition gave her another mini-orgasm. She looked to the side and saw that Honey and Dirk were fucking again. Had they been inspired by Denise's performance? Remembering the contest, Denise allowed her dates to help her to her feet. She tightened her muscles in a short round of Kegel exercises, then moved to the contest area. After being fucked by that large cock, she wasn't sure she'd be able to move any shafts. She approached the first shaft and lowered her pussy over the wider head. Tightening her muscles, she found that she could lift it easily. The Kegel exercises had paid off. After moving a few of the shafts to the target area, Denise asked the attendant to set up two shafts. She lowered her body over the shafts, taking one in her anus and the other in her pussy. She moved the shafts carefully to the target area. She made the next few trips to the target area carrying two shafts with each trip. The audience applauded and cheered louder with each trip. Denise realized that she had completed all but the last row of shafts. She had already exceeded Honey's performance! She stood still and performed a brief series of Kegel exercises, then started moving the remaining shafts. She moved every one of the last row of shafts successfully and stood triumphantly as the audience applauded and cheered wildly. Off to the side, Denise saw Dirk and Honey applauding and smiling happily. Denise felt a surge of happiness and pride that the two approved so visibly of her performance. Honey walked to Denise's side, grasped her hand, and held her hands up in a champion's stance. Both women stood in front of the audience, naked, arms up and spread, legs spread, as the audience went wild. After a minute, the applause and cheers began to subside. Honey turned to Denise. "It's time to claim your jewelry," she said just loud enough for Denise to hear. "What jewelry?" Denise asked. "You set an all-time record for the contest," Honey responded. "That earns you a special set of earrings. Let's go get 'em." Honey led Denise down off the stage, followed by Dirk and Denise's three dates. The audience formed a pathway from the stage to the entry table by the door. Once there, Denise noticed again the symbols on the banner over the table. The fraternity brother behind the table held out a small jewelry box. Denise accepted it and opened it to peek inside. She saw earrings with two shafts, touching at the tip, and an 'A.' There was a larger lapel pin with the same symbol. "These are almost like yours," she said to Honey. "You have a "10" on yours." "You can have ones like mine if you wish," Honey assured her. "It'll just take a little time, and a few more parties." "With all the different combinations, the symbols have to mean something," Denise said. "Can you tell me?" "Sure," Honey agreed. "One shaft or two indicates how you carried the shafts to the target area. You carried one in your pussy and one in your anus so you get two. If you carried three full rows or more, you're guaranteed a pair of earrings and a lapel pin. If you carry more shafts than any other woman in the contest at that party, a 'C' is added. You're the champion for the evening. If you carry more shafts than any woman has ever carried, the 'C' is changed to an 'A.' When you've been to enough parties and had ten or more dates, cumulative, the '10' is added. So you already have three, just seven to go." "Wow, your earrings show that you've done just as much as I did and you've been here a lot," Denise said. "I guess you like these parties. I can understand why." "I do love these parties," Honey assured her. "I think you do, too." Denise nodded happily. "There's one more thing," Honey added. "A woman who has earned jewelry doesn't need an escort to attend a party. She can simply arrive, wearing her jewelry and will be granted admission." Denise thought happily about the possibilities. With her earrings, she could come to a party and come closer than ever to satisfying her hunger for sex. The thought sent warm feelings through her body and she squirmed with the sudden return of desire in her pussy. "My god, you're ready to fuck again, aren't you?" Honey asked. Denise nodded. "Is that allowed during a party?" she asked. Honey gestured to an area off to the side. "As long as you can find willing partners, you can fuck all you want," she said, "but only the ones you fuck on stage count toward your '10.'" When Denise looked, she saw two couples fucking vigorously. "Do you want to find another partner?" Honey asked. "It's really tempting," Denise said, "but I'll pass for now. Is there a secret code for finding another partner?" "It's all in your flower," Honey explained. "Of course a look and a smile can invite someone more specifically. You'd be surprised at how quickly you can attract a partner. Look over there." She indicated a group of brothers who were talking together, all of whom frequently glanced at the two women. "If you were to smile, wave your flower or put your flower above your left ear, they'd all be over here in an instant, as would several others who've been keeping their eyes on you." Denise smiled fondly at the young beauty. "You're amazing," she said. "You've been so nice to me even though I caused you so much distress earlier in the evening." "You're more amazing than I've ever been," Honey retorted. "No woman has ever carried a single shaft after being fucked by that big dick, yet you cleared the stage. With your beauty and your talented pussy, you can be a favorite here any time you want. And you did provide me with a memorable fuck or two."