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Mom's New Body

By: Roscoe28



I was excited to get home for the summer after finishing my junior year of college. I have a great job by the pier lined up where I can spend most of my days watching hot babes in bikinis tanning on the beach, I had just turned 21 and will finally be able to go to all the best nightclubs, and best of all I will finally be getting to see girlfriend, Amber, whose also home from her college, who enjoys sex whenever and anywhere. I have purposely kept myself from all the beautiful and very willing women at my college just so I could savor the moment when I finally get to have Amber in the back seat of my car again.

There's only one thing that I am not looking forward to seeing my mother. Let me explain; I love my mother and we have a great relationship. I enjoy spending time with her as much as I do with some of my own friends. But recent events have kept me from fully enjoying seeing her upon my return.

The situation had started three months ago on the last day of spring break when I was last at home. I was spending the evening getting my luggage ready and preparing for the long drive back to school. My mother came in and sat down on my bed looking very nervous.

"You almost done, Avery?" she asked.

"Almost," I said. "I want to finish early so I could get a good night's rest because I have to leave very early tomorrow."

"That's good," she said. "That's good."

"Is something wrong, mom?" I asked. "You seem nervous."

"Nothing's wrong, but there is something I have to talk to you about. Please sit down."

I stopped packing and sat down next to her on my bed. At that point I was also nervous because the last time she asked me to sit down next to her like this she had found my porno magazines. She wasn't too mad, she just asked me to never bring some of the filthier ones into the house ever again. She was ok with me having playboys because she felt that it's a classier porno magazine, but just not the others.

"I have come to a decision about something and before I tell you I just wanted to let you know that it's not something that I just thought of right away, I have been thinking about this for many years now."

"What is it, mom?"

"After tomorrow, while you're away at school, I will be getting... breast implants."

I was quite shocked by her announcement. Of all women, I would never have expected my own mother of wanting breast implants. She was always a beautiful woman; for someone of 42, she always looked 30, beautiful blonde hair, full read lips, always went to the gym and kept herself in great shape. As for her breasts, she did have a good C-cup size; I've seen her in bikinis plenty of times she looks good in them. She never had trouble dating men; they all fell hard for her.

"I don't get it mom," I said after a long silence. "Why? You seem to have a... you know... a good size...um-"

"Yeah, I guess they're alright," she said. "But I've always wanted them to be bigger. I always felt that they should be bigger and I think I will feel great and very confident of myself if I had bigger breasts."

I didn't know what to say. I always thought of my mother as a confident woman; even after my father left us years ago for a younger woman she never let that affect her and began dating men almost immediately. But at the same time I knew she wasn't the type of person who would just do something without thinking about it long and hard first, weighing the pros and cons of it all. If bigger breasts are what she wanted, I would be ok with it, even if I'm really not.

"Ok, Mom, I'm alright with that," I assured her.

"Oh, thank you honey," she said and gave me a big hug before she left my room.

It was never brought up during our emails to each other while I was at school, except for the day that it happened telling me the surgery was a success. I never thought about it much because I spent most of my time studying and going to great parties. At one point I completely forgot about it until I was driving half way home and it hit me that I would be seeing my mother in a whole new way for the first time. When I was almost home, I assured myself that I would not let her new look affect me in any way and I would spend the whole summer having fun.

After I pulled into my driveway I got out and unloaded my luggage from the trunk. Just then my mother stormed out of the house, ran right up to me and gave me a big hug. I hugged her in return and noticed right away how my arms didn't completely wrap around her as far as it usually would when I hugged her and realized the two large bumps pressing up against my chest. We let go of the hug and I noticed that she was wearing a white tank-top that formed perfectly around her new breasts and was shocked at how big they were. She went from a small C-cup to a decent size D-cup.

"You're noticing them, aren't you?" she asked with a smile.

"What?" I said with a tone of shock. "No, I was just... just..."

"It's Ok, it is kind of a shock to almost everybody who first notices them, and you'll get over it. Now let's get you inside so I could feed you some dinner."

After I took my luggage to my room I went to the kitchen to have dinner with Mom. We spent the next hour catching up, telling each other stories about what each of us were doing while I was away. We didn't mention breasts until she caught me looking at them again.

"Stop that, I'm your mother."

"Oh, sorry, mom," I said with embarrassment and looked away from her. "I should not have looked, I feel like such a pervert."

"It's Ok; it does take some getting used to. You'll get over it."

"While we're on the subject, how are they working out for you?"

"Great," she said delightfully. "All my girlfriends are jealous of me and are considering doing the same. I'm also making a lot of those younger women at the gym jealous of me as well, now they know how I used to feel. I feel great... except..."

"Except what?" I asked.

"Oh its nothing, it's just that before I did alright with dating me, but now I seem to be slowing down with them. I would've figured that betting bigger boobs would attract them more, but it's not."

"Maybe they're just intimidated by how great you look," I said.

"That could be it. I'm sure I'll be dating again in no time."

After we finished dinner, I left to see Amber. I hadn't had sex in three months and wanted her badly. Unfortunately things didn't turn out the way I wanted. When I got to her place there was another guy there with her. She wanted to wait to tell me the next day that she met someone else from her own school. I spent three months turning down hot sorority babes to save myself for her and she was banging some other guy this whole time. FUCK! I didn't really care about her seeing someone else, I knew it wasn't going to last between us. It was mostly wild sex that kept us together this long.

After I left Amber's place I went straight to the nearest strip club and spent the night getting a few lap dances. Afterwards I went home to jerk off. On my way to my room I ran into my mother who just came out of her bedroom in her underwear. It was your standard white underwear, I've seen her in her bra and panties by accident plenty of times, but this time her bra showed off a large amount of cleavage that I could not help but to stare at.

"OOPS!" she said laughing as she ran back into her bedroom. "Sorry", she yelled from her room. "Thought you wouldn't be home just yet."

"That's ok, "I assured her.

I went to my room and locked the door. I dropped my pants and underwear and sat down in my desk chair. I began jerking off, thinking about those strippers I was just with. I was particularly thinking of the blonde stripper with big tits. When I was getting to the pinnacle of my masturbation, the image suddenly changed... to my mother. I wasn't just imagining her naked, I was imagining having sex with her and sucking on her new big tits. I actually thought about stopping, but I was right at the edge and eventually shot an entire load of cum into some tissues I had ready. Afterwards when I settled down I felt enormously guilty for what I had just done, but at the same time very much satisfied.

The next morning I came downstairs to have breakfast with mom, we did not mention about me accidentally seeing her in her underwear. It has happened so many times over the years we just learned to let it go when it happens. But this time I couldn't let it go, I kept thinking of her in her underwear and how I jerked off to the idea of fucking her last night. Later she left to go to work and I went upstairs to take a shower. I was planning to jerk off in there but swore to myself that I would think of somebody else. I stripped off my clothes and went to put in the hamper where I saw on top mom's bra and panties from last night. I picked up the bra and looked at it. I found the tag on it that said it was for 36D cups. I instinctively brought it up to my face and gave it a big whiff. "Fuck it" I thought to myself. I went to the shower and jerked off to my mother again. I imagined fucking her in every possible position that I could think of. My dick had never felt so hard before, it was like stroking a lead pipe. I finished up about 20 and I didn't feel the least bit guilty this time. In fact, it was so amazing that I decided that there was no harm in continuing to do so.

Over the next month whenever I got the chance I would try to get a peek at my mom's new tits without staring, would try to instigate an "accidental" look at her in her underwear, sniff her bras and panties. I even found an excuse to take a few photos of her when she was wearing something particularly sexy. When she went out with her friends for the weekend and came back with photos, I snuck a few of her bikini ones away and made copies of them on my computer.

I tried not to only think about her. I went to strip clubs; I met other girls at nightclubs and local parties also met some girls in bikinis when they came to my workplace from the beach. I didn't sleep with any of them, but I had a few great blow jobs out of some of them. But no matter how much I tried not to think about it, my mind was always on my mother. I found myself hitting on older blondes on the beach and I even found a stripper at one club who kind of looked like my mother and got regular lap dances from her.

It all finally changed one night when I was in my room watching TV when my mother walked in and sat down on the edge of my bed. She was wearing a black skirt and a white blouse that was see thru enough to get the outline of her bra.

"Come sit next to me, Avery," she said. "We need to have a talk."

I sat down next to her and looked at her. "What is it mom?"

"We're both going through a situation, and I think I found a solution to both our problems."

"What's that?"

"Well, let's start with talking about your problem on how you've been looking at my breasts this past month."

I was speechless. I was trying to come up with a good lie to tell her but my long silence only made it worse that it wouldn't matter what I would've came up with.

"It's ok," she said. "I am actually kind of flattered by it in a very strange way. Even with what you've been doing behind closed doors."

"You've known this whole time?" I asked nervously.

"Not the whole time, but after catching you a few times looking at them and the many times that you 'accidentally' walked in on me in my underwear, and then you disappearing into your bedroom or shower soon afterwards, I eventually saw the pattern."

Again I was speechless. Even though she said she was ok with it, I still felt very much ashamed and embarrassed.

"Oh, jeez, mom, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"I told you its ok," she assured me. "That brings up my problem now. My new breasts aren't getting me as much male attention, besides you that is, as I hoped they would and I really need to know a guy's opinion of them. So, to satisfy your curiosity and my own, I would like for you to look and feel my breasts."

Again, speechless.

"Should I take your silence to mean a yes?"

"Yes," I said nervously. "That is a definite yes.

"Alright then, let's get started."

She began unbuttoning her blouse and my dick shot up in my pants into a firm rod. She took off the blouse and dropped it on the floor in front of her. She was wearing a standard white bra whit the cups low enough to see the tops of her lovely breasts.

"You ready?" she asked and again I nodded.

She reached around her back with both arms and undid the clasp. She then held the cups up to with one arm as she pulled down the straps from each shoulder. She gave me a big smile as she let the bra fall to the ground and revealed to me her amazing new breasts. They were better than I imagined them to be. Perfectly round, half-dollar size nipples perfectly centered in each one, no scarring can be seen from where the doctor placed the implants. They were absolutely perfect.

"Well, don't just sit there drooling, which you are by the way, tell me what you think."

"They're amazing," I said. "Better than I expected them to be.

"Really?"

"Yeah, they're beautiful."

"You don't think they're too big for me?"

"No, you have the right build and height for them."

"That's great to hear," she said with an even bigger smile. "I guess now is the time for you to feel them."

It doesn't matter how many times I've imagined myself feeling her tits, I was very nervous as I brought up my hands to her. She saw this, giggled a little, then grabbed my hands and brought them to her tits. I had one in each hand and I instinctively gave them each and gentle squeeze. They were phenomenal; they had that same firmness and texture of real breasts.

"They're amazing," I said.

"They really feel that good?" she asked.

"Yeah, they feel so real, you can't tell if they are fake or not."

"I guess it was worth the extra few thousand dollars for that better doctor."

"Definitely," I agreed.

I just sat their feeling her breasts, kneading them gently but enough to get a good feel of them. She seemed to enjoy it especially when I began playing with the nipples a little bit.

"You're very good at this," she said. "You must've had a lot of practice."

"I've done alright," I said.

I just kept on feeling them for a good long time; she apparently didn't mind and liked it from the way she occasionally moaned.

"Can I ask you something?" I said.

"Sure," she said.

"Can I suck on them a little?" I asked.

That's when she took my hands away from her breasts and picked up her bra from the floor.

"I think we've gone far enough," she said as she put the bra back on.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"That's ok," she said as she put the blouse back on. "I don't blame you for asking, I am a little flattered, but I felt we've gone too far. Besides, I got my answer on how they look and feel to a man, and you've got more to work with when I leave the room."

"What?"

"It's ok, I can see that you're about to burst out of your pants," she said pointing to my groin area. "I'll leave you alone so you can take care for that."

She left the room and I immediately dropped my pants and began stroking myself, working with the fresh memories of what had just happened to me. I was apparently a little too excited because it wasn't long before I shot a huge load cum into my hands. The next day we didn't talk about it when we had breakfast, we just went about the rest of our summer as if nothing had happened. At that point I've decided that I can't spend the rest of my summer only fantasizing about my mother, I was still young and was on vacation, I needed to work on hooking up with more with girls my own age and not related to me. I began hitting the clubs more and meeting new girls on the beach.

It wasn't until a few weeks later when I was out with some friends on the pier when we ran into some hot college girls. We talked them up and they invited us on one of their father's boat for a little ride. We had a blast, swimming out in the ocean and water skiing. It was there that I met Tammy, a beautiful 20-year-old brown-haired girl with a body. We hit it off right away and began dating. We hit a lot of clubs and parties; saw a lot of movies, rubbed tanning lotion on each other on the beach, and so on. We didn't have sex during this time, she wanted to wait, and I cared enough about her to wait, no matter how frustrated I was getting. But we did make out a lot, and she let me play with her tits. She didn't suck my dick but she did give one of the best hand jobs I ever had from any girl. During this time, I had not once fantasized about my mother.

One day she told me she was finally ready to have sex and planned it for me to come to her house when her parents would be away for the whole weekend and I can spend a couple of nights with her. I did my best to play it cool and not show how excited I was, there was only so much hand jobs one man could take.

On the day her parents were about to leave I was getting ready to spend the night with Tammy in my room. I told my mom I was going to spend the night at someone else's house; I didn't say it was at Tammy's but she gave me that smile that said she knew where I was going to be. The phone rang and before I picked it up my mother called out from downstairs that she's got it and the phone stopped ringing. A couple of minutes later my mother walked into my room with a big frown on her face.

"Don't be upset with me," she said. "But I made a mistake."

"What happened?"

"I picked up the phone and it was your girlfriend Tammy, but for some reason I kept calling her Amber, which then made her think that you and Amber were still together."

"What?" I yelled out. "Please leave I have to call Tammy."

She left and I went right to calling Tammy. She began yelling at me, I tried to get a few words in but she was so pissed off she wouldn't let me say anything. Eventually she told me that she never wanted to see me again and hung up. I hung up the phone and sat on my bed. A few minutes later my mother walked in and sat down next to me.

"I am really sorry about this," she said sadly.

"You should be," I said with anger.

"Is there anything I can do to make this up to you?" she asked.

"No you can't," I said. "I haven't gotten laid once since I got back here, I'm about to leave to school in another week and I got nothing to show for it."

I didn't care about what I just said to her, I was so angry I just didn't care about yelling about my sex life or lack of it.

"I am very sorry," she said again. "If it makes you feel any better, I haven't had sex with anybody in a long time as well."

"That' doesn't really help, Mom."

We sat there for a little while longer before she spoke again.

"Would it make you feel better if... if you felt my breasts again?"

I looked her in the eyes then looked down at her body. She was wearing an orange-flowered, short-sleeved house dress that cut off at the knee and had the first few buttons on the top undone. I wasn't sure what to make of it; she was essentially trying to use her own body to make me feel better. It somehow felt wrong, but I was horny as hell and had to have something.

"That could be a good start," I said.

She began undoing the rest of the buttons on her dress and then pulled the top half of her dress down to her waist. She was wearing a red bra this time; she reached around her back to undo the clasp and pulled the bra off. They were just as beautiful as I remembered them. I didn't hesitate this time I reached up and began grabbing at them. My cock was again very noticeable to her as it gave off a huge bulge in my pants. I was a little rougher with how I was feeling her up this time, there was still a little anger left in me that was affecting the way I normally feel a woman's tits, but again my mother didn't seem to mind it as much as she kept moaning and breathing heavily as I felt her up.


Mom's New Body



"Do you feel much better?" she asked.

"A little better," I said. "Still a little upset though."

"Is there anything else I could do to make you forgive me?"

"There is one thing," I said.

Without even asking her I bent my head down to her breast and put my mouth on her right breast. She yelped in surprise as I began sucking on her nipple. I still had my hands on both her breasts, keeping hold of them. Eventually she got into it and put her hand on the back of my head and held my head to her breasts. I sucked on and slobbered on each breasts, and she moaned and breathed heavily as I did this.

"That feels wonderful," she said softly.

I began kissing the top of her breasts all the way up to her neck and then finally planted a firm kiss on her mouth. She tried to push away but I had my arms around her and kept her close to me as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She stopped struggling and went along with the kiss as she held me close to her.

We just sat there kissing for a good long time, holding each other tightly. After a while I took one hand and began to undo my belt buckle and unzipped my pants. I pulled out my large erection and stroked it a little; my mother was so into the kiss that she didn't even notice. I took one of hands and put it on my cock. She pulled away from the kiss and gasped as she saw that I was her hand firmly to my cock.

"We're going too far," she said.

"No we're not," I said.

I pulled her back into that kiss and made her hand stroke my cock. Eventually she began doing it herself without my help. She was very good at it. After a few minutes I pulled away from our kiss and guided her to get on the ground on her knees.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Don't be naïve?" I said.

She struggled at first but I got her to open up her mouth and slowly put my cock in there. Her lips were firmly sealed around the shaft; she began bobbing her head up and down. Her tongue massaged my cock with every thrust into her mouth. I had my hand on her head grabbing at her hair; several times I made her deep throat my cock and gag on it as it touched the back of her throat.

This went on for a good ten minutes before I got her to pull my dick out of her mouth. She got up on her feet and began taking off the rest of her clothes, I pulled off all of mine. I got her on the bed with me on top of her. With her big tits pressed up against my chest, I began kissing her mouth again. I really enjoyed kissing her; she had great lips and new how to work her tongue in my mouth. I got her to open up her legs wide for me as I had my cock up against her pussy. With one thrust I shoved my cock right into her pussy.

"AAHHH!" she yelled into my ear. "That feels so good."

Usually I begin by taking it slow with a girl but this time I didn't even bother with that and just went straight to fucking her as fast and hard as I could. She held me tightly, her big tits pressed firmly against my chest as I felt her warm deep breathing against my face. I had one hand grabbing her ass as hard as I pushed myself deep into her warm, tight pussy. Her body began to shake violently as an orgasm shot through her body and she screamed into my ear.

We rolled over and I had her on top of me now. Her hands were on my chest, nails digging into the skin as she began grinding her hips around my cock. I in turn pushed myself upwards for good measure. She went slowly first, enjoying herself as she bounced on my cock. I reached up and grabbed one of her with my other hand on her ass. She began bouncing faster and moaned loudly as I spanked her ass a few times and commanded her to go faster, which she did.

I rolled her on her back again; I grabbed both her hands and held them firmly over her head. I forced myself to push harder and faster into her pussy, more than I ever thought capable. She screamed in both pain and ecstasy as another orgasm ripped through her body and her body shook violently beneath me. I held on for as long as I could but with one last thrust into her body I shot my cum inside of her and made she she took in every last drop.

I pulled out of her and lay next to her, both of us catching our breathes.

"That was fantastic," she said.

She moved in close to me and put her head on my chest and we both fell asleep.

The rest of the week before I left for college, we fucked each other in every possible way we could. On the day I was to leave she helped me load my luggage in my car in the garage. Before I set off I grabbed her close and gave her a big kiss on the mouth with one hand reaching up her shirt and grabbing her tit.

"I want you to remember something," I told her as I pinched her nipple. "I don't mind you seeing other guys and fucking them, but when I get back home, these tits are mine."

"Yes they are," she said.

"Your body is mine," I said.

"Yes it is," she said.

I kissed her again then drove off.

THE END!!!



Mom's New Boyfriend



I'm not sure why I did what I did last weekend, but as I sit here in my dorm room I feel guilty as hell, but also horny as hell. I'm a 19 year-old college sophomore. I live on campus during school but my home is in New Jersey, I share it with my mom. She and dad were divorced when I was 13 and as I got older I knew my mom's infidelity was to blame. I never really held it against her... until last weekend.

It was a three day weekend and since my classes ended at noon on Friday I decided to go home for the weekend. Mom was expecting me Saturday so I called dad at his office and asked him if he wanted company for the evening. He was thrilled that I was visiting him. He lived less then 30 minutes from mom so I figured I'd spend the night and go home on Saturday. Dad lived in a three family home, upstairs and he said he would call the landlord and tell her to let me in. He was coming home at 6 and then he was going to take me to a fancy restaurant. Dad spoiled me whenever he got the chance.

I got to his place around 2:30 PM and Mrs. Gold was waiting for me, she handed me the extra key and I went up to dads apartment. It was a nice place, a bit small but the living room was spacious and he had a nice bathroom with a big, old fashioned tub. I loved soaking in that tub, baths always relaxed away whatever tensions I had. So that's what I did, I stripped and as the tub filled, I walked around dads apartment naked and snooped like I always did.

I just liked to see if there was any evidence that dad was dating. He was devastated by the divorce and had become very untrusting of women in general. What I did find was the usual collection of men's magazines that dad read... Playboy, Penthouse and a big breast magazine. I'd never seen that one. Mom was big breasted and I had inherited the same. I wore a 34D bra despite being only 5'4" and 110lbs that made them look even bigger. I smiled and had a wicked thought that dad secretly lusted after my nice titties.

We had a wonderful dinner and although dad was thrilled to see me I could tell he was down in the dumps about something else. I asked several times but dad said he didn't want to talk about it. I let it go when we went to a movie that I wanted to see. As I sat next to dad in the theater I realized we had never seen an R rated movie together and I felt funny when a couple were simulating sex on screen. I also noticed dad shift in his seat and indiscreetly adjust what I imagined was an erection.

We made it the rest of the way without incident. When we got home I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and dad said I was too young to drink and I laughed and told him he just may have to punish me. For some reason, I was feeling "playful". I think between leafing through dads magazines earlier and then the movie that contained more nudity then I expected, I was feeling a bit horny.

When I changed into my nightshirt, I felt how damp my panties were. Dad was preparing the sheets and pillow for the sofa bed when I came out and he said he'd open up the bed and get it ready for me. I told I could do it later but that I felt like chatting a bit. I was braless under my nightshirt and my thick nipples were visible whenever the shirt clung to me. I noticed dad look quickly then turn away several times. Wow, was I getting my dad hot? I wondered and it gave me a tingly feeling between my legs.

We sat on the couch together and started talking. I probed him for the details of whatever was making him so unhappy. Finally, he said he would tell me just so I would stop hassling him. It seems moms still friends with one of the partners wives at his firm, and she had told the wife about her new boyfriend having a "very large penis" as dad put it. I told him that was just moms brash way and he said he understood that but it brought up a lot of bad memories.

For the first time dad opened up about him and moms divorce. He said he was just as much at fault. He told me what we discussed should never leave this room but he was sure I was mature enough now to hear the truth. Seems mom had convinced dad to have a threesome with another man, and in exchange mom would arrange a threesome with a friend of hers that dad had the hots for. He should've known when mom insisted the other man be someone that she worked with. But he said all he could think of was her friend, whom he lusted after, so he agreed.

He said they met this guy at a motel and they had their threesome. I was asking him questions as he was very limited with the information he was giving. He eventually told me that this guy was huge and that mom hardly paid any attention to him during the threesome. He told me it upset him at the time but he figured it was an isolated incident. I had rested my head on dads shoulder at this point, giving him a comforting hug.

I asked him what happened when he had the threesome with the other woman. He sighed, and told me it never happened. He said mom kept putting him off. Then he came home early one Friday from the office and found mom in bed with the guy her office and the friend that dad had wanted a threesome with. I realized this was painful for dad to discuss but it was making me hornier and that made me feel guilty... poor dad. He said that was the day he turned around and went back to the office and had another lawyer draw up divorce papers.

Again I gave dad a hug and I could see that he had the beginnings of an erection in his slacks. It was quite obvious as in my current position it was only a foot away. I had never had a sexual fantasy about my dad, but at that moment something snapped inside me. I reached out and touched the outline of dads erection, he jumped and there was silence, I felt my own heart pounding in my head. "Have you been with a woman since the divorce?" I asked him, my hand rubbing him now. He said no in a husky voice, then "Oh God" and I saw his slacks darken from the wet spot.

He stood up and he was white as a ghost and furious with me and himself. He just kept saying this was so wrong and that he was so sorry and he told me to go to bed. When I stood to walk near him he pushed me away, "Debra, I...I... just go to bed now" and he went into his room and closed the door. I heard the lock turn and I sat there for I don't know how long. Finally I made the sofa bed and went to sleep.

In the morning the apartment was quiet and I found a note on the kitchen table from dad saying he was going to be out all day. He said he was sorry and that he would call me during the week and that I should just lock up when I left. I felt horrible. I cleaned up the living room and went into dads room to make the bed. I found his clothes from the day before and bunched up were his white briefs, soaked from his cum the night before. I touched them, and brought the sticky jizz to my mouth and tasted my father's cum. I was still a virgin but had given probably 20 different guys blow jobs at school but this was the first taste of cum for me. I was afraid of disease and never swallowed with the guys at school. I liked the way it tasted, salty and musky but not unpleasant. I dressed and went to moms.

She was just going out when I pulled up. Her new boyfriend by her side. The first thing I noticed about Tim was that he was very tall, maybe 6'3" and much younger then my mother who is 44. I guessed Tim to be in his early thirties but moms boyfriends were often 10 years younger then she was. Heck, she looked great so I always thought more power to her.

They were gone till after 4 o'clock. I made myself busy around the house but had to stop twice to masturbate. For the first time in my life I imagined my father in my dirty thoughts and I imagined that I got to suck him last night. I would feel guilty afterward but then I'd be horny a few hours later.

I was very cold towards Tim over dinner and afterward he said he was going inside. It was 9:30 PM and mom looked at me furiously. "What has he ever done to you? He's a nice man and he makes me happy. Treat him with respect." she said in an angry voice.

"He makes you happy? Or does his big dick make you happy?" I said and wasn't prepared for the slap across my face. "I hope you get cheated on one day mom, and you can feel as horrible as you made daddy feel." I answered and turned around to go to my bedroom. Mom grabbed my shoulder "Face it, your father doesn't have cock enough to satisfy me, that's his fault. And as far as me getting cheated on? That just doesn't happen" she stormed off and I heard her bedroom door slam.

I guess mom wasn't too upset by our argument because when I went to get a drink of water I could hear them fucking in her room. I hated my mother at that moment and I sat in my room and thought of some way to get back at her. It hit me, around midnight when I heard someone in the kitchen. I walked in wearing only a t-shirt and my panties and found Tim standing there in a bathrobe. He had gotten a tub of ice cream out.

I just didn't think about what I was about to do, I just did it. I moved in close to Tim as he scooped ice cream into a bowl, for my mom he said. I asked him if he had a good fuck and he looked shock. "Well? My moms a good fuck, right? She said you had a huge cock and she loved it" he looked very uncomfortable now, I had him squirming. He put the tub of ice cream back in the freezer and that's when I pulled my t-shirt off, showing him my naked tits. He smiled at them.

I dropped to my knees and opened his robe, I gasped at him. It was hanging there, long and thick and covered in whitish fluids, probably from mom. His balls were also huge. I'd never in my life seen something that big, even in adult movies I watched with my dorm mates. I put it in my mouth before he could react and he moaned. He was a guy after all.

I could taste my moms pussy right away, her cum mixed with his? Instead of repulsing me it turned me on to an extreme and I attacked his huge pussy slayer. I sucked his cock hard while my fist pumped his shaft, I touched his balls with my free hand and before long I had 12" of hard cock in my mouth and fist. I sucked his cock fast, this wasn't for pleasure, it was to make him cum. I felt his balls tightening already and knew he was close.

"What the fuck?" it was my mother... standing there with fire in her eyes.

"Oh shit!" Tim said and tried to pull away. I held onto his cock tight and pumped it. He was too close to cumming and he only half heartedly tried to stop me. I grabbed the bowl of chocolate ice cream just as his huge cock erupted. The first blast of his cum landed on my tits but I was able to steer the rest into the bowl of ice cream. Jeez, this guy must've cum a gallon before it stopped and I shook off the last drop. I looked up at my mom who was staring, obviously in total shock. I stood up and looked at the bowl of melting chocolate ice cream topped off with Tim's milky white cum. "Here mom" I said handing her the bowl and walking past her to my room.

I heard her screaming at Tim and ordering him to get the fuck out of the house. I heard more yelling and doors slamming. I sat in my room, waiting for the door to open and for mom to confront me but it didn't happen. The last door to slam was her bedroom and she didn't come out until after I had left at 6 am the next morning. I already started feeling guilty but I comforted myself in knowing that mom had to be taught a lesson in peoples feelings. I had to rub my crotch as I drove back to school knowing I needed some extended oral pleasure and hoping one of my dorm mates would be in the mood. I smiled to myself, "That's one for us daddy."



Mom's New Boyfriend



My name is Brittney. I am 19 and your average California teenager. I was raised on the beaches near LA, was into sports (and boys) and ended up going to UCLA on a swimming scholarship. That made my mom, Cathy (43 years old), very happy. She is a casting agent and divorced my father six years ago. While she is involved in the film industry and makes enough for us to live comfortably, we are by no means rich and not having to pay for college was a big plus for her.

My dad left us when I was 13 to hook up with some young blonde girl who seemed thrilled to be with an older (by 20 years) guy. I don't know why he really left. My mom was, and still is, beautiful, but maybe after 15 years of marriage they didn't click any more. Divorce was certainly the norm in our social circle and I don't think it really affected me that much. I didn't turn to drugs, alcohol or sex to dull the pain. I was already competitively swimming and that plus school took all my time. 

My mom didn't start dating right away after dad left. She worked a lot and went to the gym at least 5 days a week. In LA age is no excuse for growing old. I was left primarily on my own. I wasn't a troublemaker and I guess she trusted me. She dated occasionally, but really didn't talk too much about the guys she saw. In retrospect she must have been getting her sexual needs tended to, but at least until I was in college I never really noticed. Sure I could tell when her attitude got a little bitchy that she (as my best friend described) "needed to get laid" but we didn't really talk about it. 

As for me I lost my virginity my senior year in high school. I had dated the guy for a while and I admit it was more because of the peer pressure of being the last virgin in my group that I let him fuck me. My friends always told me the first time was not satisfying and they were right. I hoped it was just because he didn't know what he was doing and hoped things would get better. We broke up soon after. My next boyfriend pressured me on our second date to suck his cock. Again I am weak when it comes to peer pressure. He was good looking and told me he other girlfriend all gave him head so I did too. That was he first time I tasted cum. 

My girlfriends and I had discussed that previously as well. They had mixed feelings on the subject as to enjoying the taste. I can't say I loved it, but it wasn't too bad. I did find that he was very happy after blowing his load and that made me feel good. A blowjob quickly became the end of date ritual for our meetings. He wasn't pressuring me to fuck him, which seemed weird, but my friends said that was good because then I couldn't get pregnant. And besides, "he'll never get you off as good as your fingers." I knew they were talking about masturbation, but I'd never actually done that. I played along agreeing with them.

I'm sure you know where the story goes from here. I didn't want them finding out I had never had an orgasm (or masturbated for that matter) so I quickly dispatched both problems. Damn, I thought. Why hadn't I done this earlier, I mused as I lay panting on my bed after my first cum. No I didn't become a nymphomaniac if that is what you're thinking. The end of my senior year was spent dating, partying, sucking cock and making myself cum quietly in my bedroom hoping my mom didn't hear me. Like I said, a pretty standard upbringing.

My Freshman year at UCLA brought a dorm room and roommate (even though my mom's house was just off campus the dorm was free with my scholarship and I wanted the full college experience). My roommate was a nice girl, although she seemed a bit lost in the big city. She was from Utah and wanted to major in film. I didn't have much time to worry about her. The swim team took 4 hours a day. Between that and attending classes and studying I had little time for socializing. That was OK with me for a while, but soon I needed to have my "happy finger time."

I carefully waited until my roommate was asleep and then slowly and quietly would finger my clit until I came. I found it exhilarating to be doing that while she slept just 10 feet away. I also found that going slower than I was used to caused me to tease myself and really let the orgasm build. This was new to me and I liked it. The hard part now was being silent. That too became part of the thrill. I wanted to moan and shout in ecstasy, but I couldn't. 

This is how my first semester went. During Christmas break I hooked up with my friend who liked me sucking his cock so much. I convinced him to fuck me, but as I expected it wasn't that great. I fingered myself as soon as I got home. That was much better. It was during break that mom mentioned she had been dating a guy she met at the gym. As I had learned more about my sexual needs I was happy for her to have a guy to take care of her. If she met him at the gym he was probably in good shape. She wouldn't give me many details (his name was Peter and he was 46 but that was it) but she was definitely in a good mood so we know what that means.

Just after school was back in session is where our story takes a major detour. It was a Friday night like so many others. Swim practice was over and we didn't have a meet this week. I had two whole days to relax and hopefully find a good guy to hook up with at a party. About 6pm, however, I started to feel really sick. The last thing I wanted was to spend the weekend sick in the dorm so I figured I would go home. At least my mom could take care of me if I was stuck in bed. I went out to the parking lot and of course, my car would not start. Today was going from bad to worse. Apparently I had left the lights on last night.

Luckily one of my friends happened to arrive at that moment. She didn't have jumper cables but agreed to give me a ride home. Lacking a better option I grabbed some laundry I needed to do and headed out. My mom wasn't home when I got there which wasn't a big surprise. I was still feeling sick so I headed to my room, stripped down to my bra and panties and slipped under the covers. Then I remembered I brought laundry. Dang it. I got up and went down the two flights of stairs to the basement. I started my load and then trudged back upstairs to my room and back into bed. I must have fell asleep because I woke when I head the garage door opening. It was dark out. I looked at the clock and it said 1:30am. That seemed out of place for my mom, but so be it. I peaked out the window and saw a car in the driveway with a man standing next to it. This must be the mysterious Peter I presumed. I saw my mom walk out of the garage. She was staggering a bit and obviously a little drunk. 

I remember thinking she shouldn't have been driving. I'd have to talk to her about that. Then I watched as she threw her arms around him and began to kiss him passionately. Instinctively I backed away from the window, although I continued to peak around the edge of my blinds. His arms were wrapped around her waist holding her up. I was shocked when she took her left hand and grabbed his right wrist. She then guided his hand under her short skirt. It was as if she was masturbating herself using his hand in the open view of our driveway. Was this really my mom I was watching?

After about 30 seconds or so she pulled his hand back out from under her skirt and began to suck his index finger. Damn, I thought, mom is definitely more sexual that I thought. She then turned and pulled him toward the garage. I heard the door begin to close. I peeked out of the window again and he was not in his car and he was not leaving. I began to panic a bit. I realized my car wasn't there and I had not called my mom. There was no way for her to know I was here. I couldn't just walk out of my room. We lived in a Cape Cod and our bedrooms were adjacent to each other. I had a pretty good idea what my mom had planned for him and I wasn't about to spoil that. I lay back down on my bed and pulled my blanket over my head. 

As I said my life (and our story) took a detour that night. Although it took them about 10 minutes to come upstairs to mom's bedroom I didn't take me near that long to realize my panties were soaking wet after watching them on the driveway. In fact my fingers were already dancing over my clit before I heard her bedroom door open. I was doing my best silent masturbation technique. My mom was not so worried about being heard. I'd never heard her say a dirty word before but I did that night. 

Sound travels pretty well between our walls. It travels even better when you crack your door open and your mom didn't bother closing hers because you were supposed to be at school. Between an endless chorus of "fuck me harder" and "make me your whore" which I wouldn't believe came out of my mom's mouth if you paid me, and four really good orgasms I experienced on my fingers, I realized that she was cumming while he fucked her. No only that, she was cumming hard and often.

Obviously this had not been the experience I had with the few boys I let inside of me All of a sudden juices flooded my pussy and I had the single best orgasm I ever had. I was shaking as climax after climax shattered my young, inexperienced body as I sat on the floor with my head peaking out of my bedroom door.

Peter was a champion fucker I decided. He kept up with my mom longer than I could believe. Every so often they would quiet down for a couple of minutes and then the expletives would start again. I wasn't sure what was happening during those quiet times but once I did hear him say "That's right baby. Suck that cock like the slut you were born to be." After that I had a pretty good idea what was going on. The thought that he was fucking her and then would have enough control to stop and have her suck him for a minute or two before continuing his conquest of her body had me trembling. The guys I had been with her lucky to make 10 strokes in my pussy before they squirted in the condom. Peter seemed to be in complete control. I wondered if he has a son.

I was getting worn out just listening to them and masturbating when I heard my mom yell out "You know what I want. Do it!"

Needless to say this grabbed my attention. I had been leaning against the wall next to my door, but now I crawled as quietly as I could toward her room. I knew I was taking a huge risk since her door was open. If the floorboard so much as creaked they might think somebody was breaking into the house. I got about half way there before I heard a slap. I was horrified. Why did he just hit her? Then I heard my mom moan.

Another slap, another moan echoed down the hallway. "I'll get this ass nice and red for you, baby," I heard Peter say. My mom cooed. I'd never heard her coo before. Obviously he was spanking her and she loved it. After a few more spanks her cooing had switched to throaty moans and he declared, "Your juices are really flowing now, baby. Are you ready to be my doggie?"

I wish I could have seen what was going on. My imagination gave me a good picture, but I wanted to be sure. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) my instinct not to get caught kept me from crawling all the way to mom's door. When a squeal of pleasure and the sound of fucking resumed I could picture my mom on her hands and knees while Peter took her from behind. Every so often a spank would occur again. It was always followed by a primal sound of pleasure.

"Bark like a dog for me!" I heard Peter exclaim.

WTF?!? I thought. But then I heard my mom start barking. This was getting bizarre. He was spanking her and ordering her to bark while he fucked her from behind and she was doing it. I could never look at my mom the same way again. How could she let him do that to her? Then I realized my hand was in my panties again and my mind was once again transported to admiration for his ability to make a woman come during the physical act of love. OK, the act of lust. He wasn't making love to my mom. He was fucking her. It was primal. It was animalistic. And I wanted it for myself.

I stayed in my crawling position on my hands and knees in the short hallway between out bedroom doors. I was leaning on my left forearm with my head resting on it. My ass was high in the air with my right hand busy diddling my clit. I'd already cum several times listening to them but I was intent on cumming at least once more. I opened my mouth and bit down on my arm trying to stifle a wail of pleasure. In my mind Peter was behind me instead of in my mom. He must have a big dick I imagined to be giving her that much pleasure. Will I be able to take it?

I switched from rubbing my clit to pushing two fingers into my dripping pussy. I rocked back and forth on the floor to a pretend rhythm of Peter taking me. I was lost in my own world. My juices were running down my thighs, as my panties were saturated and unable to contain them. I must have look like a complete slut writhing on the floor. My peak was coming fast. I could feel my orgasm building like a freight train gathering momentum. I wanted to hold out. I knew they would be climaxing soon. Well I knew my mom would cum based on her continuing screams of ecstasy. I couldn't believe he had not cum yet. 

I tried to wait so we could have a simultaneous climax. I really thought my mom was about to go off, but then she asked, "Do I have permission to cum?" I heard him say "No, not yet," and then he spanked her twice. That did it for me. My orgasm crashed through my brain and washed over my body. I collapsed to the floor in convulsions. My fingers resumed rubbing my clit drawing the climax out as long as I could. My body shook and shook as my orgasm, once it took hold, would not let go. Later I would try to analyze why hearing my mom ask permission to cum would trigger that response in me. But at that moment no rational thought was possible. I was hyperventilating and began rolling from side to side. I was still conscious about not making any noise, but that was the only part of me that was in control. 

Finally my body began to calm down. My breathing had slowed to a pant. My face and chest were flushed. My nipples were harder than they had ever been and my pussy was pulsating. Then I heard my mom ask again if she could cum. This time her voice had a much greater sense of urgency. She begged him for permission to cum. 

"Give me your hands," he said. Again I wished I could see her exact position, but it was clear from the sounds emanating from the bedroom that he was really giving it to her hard and fast.

I don't know how my mom held off until he said "Now." But she did. I was still lying in the hall in a puddle of my juices when she started to cum. I imagined she was consumed much like I had been. "That's it baby. Milk my cock with your pussy. Squeeze it," I heard him encourage her. Her moans did not abate. This was getting surreal. Could she really be cumming that hard and that long? Any of my friends who thought my mom needed to get laid certainly could not have expected her to get this quality encounter.

My own orgasm had finally quelled but I had no energy to make it back to my room. My mom was babbling something about Peter being "The greatest," and then I heard a pleading "No," from the bedroom. My warped mind immediately knew he had pulled out but was mom upset that her pussy was empty or had be pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. Given all I'd learned about my mom that night, anal sex was hardly out of bounds. When I heard him say "On your knees," I knew it wasn't the latter. Then I heard him moan.

I have not seen a lot of porno, but I knew what "On your knees," followed by a moan meant. I guess he was human after all and eventually needed to cum. I tried to guess how much cum he must have sprayed on my mom based on the number of times he groaned. It was hardly scientific, but my mind was so focused on what was happening in her bedroom that's what I thought about. 

"You look like a glazed donut," I heard him say. What a bastard I thought. It's bad enough you gave her a facial but don't mock her with it. "Thanks Sir," I heard mom reply. "I love your cum."

What?!? She likes it? There was so much I didn't know about my mom.

"Go to sleep now baby," he told her in a soothing voice. "Let it dry on your face and I'll call you tomorrow."

I didn't hear another sound from my mom. I was clear he had fucked all the energy out of her. She'd probably sleep until noon. I began to relax thinking I would probably sleep until noon as well. My breathing was getting back to normal although my multiple orgasms had my strength zapped. Then in a panic I recognized I was still lying in the hallway in my underwear with my hand in my panties. What was the cause of my realization? Standing above me looking down at me was a very handsome man. He was wearing pants and a shirt and carrying a pair of leather dress shoes.

He looked at me and I looked at him but neither of us spoke. It was pretty obvious what I had been doing and of course he knew what he had done to my mother. Then he surprised me. Instead of walking past me or going to tell my mother, he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. He dropped them pulling a pair of boxer shorts with them.

There wasn't much light available, just the glow of the hallway nightlight illuminated him, but I could see his cock still glistening with my mother's juices. It wasn't hard any more. It just hung there at about half-staff. But it was calling me. It had an almost hypnotic power over me the way it just dangled in front of me. I couldn't resist the control it had over my mind. It had just given so much pleasure to my mom and in an indirect way me that I had to give it some pleasure in return.

I got up on my knees and crawled to him. He still didn't speak and I asked no questions as I took him into my mouth.

At first it didn't stir. Given the fucking he just gave my mom I guess it was too much to expect him to get hard right away. But the taste... oh the taste. I admit I've licked my own fingers after I masturbate so I wasn't totally ignorant to the flavor of a satisfied pussy. But my mom's flavor was strong. Maybe that was because I was cleaning it off his cock or maybe I was just sensitive in my post orgasmic state, but he cock was unlike any I had sucked before. Maybe licked would be a better term. I dutifully licked clean every inch of his potent weapon. 

As I did the blood began to rush back to his manhood and it started to grow. I soon realized why he was so able to pleasure a woman and why my mom was so enthusiastic about having him in her bed. It soon filled my mouth and it was still growing. I had to grab the base with my hand just to hold on. I now began giving him a proper blowjob like I had done with so many of my male friends. Still his cock continued to swell.

He wrapped my hair around his hand and began to control my motions. Then is other hand joined the first. My hands were on the base of his amazing cock while I nibbled on the tip. Soon I felt him pull my head and he began to slowly thrust his cock deep into my mouth. As I began to relax his strokes lengthened and his cockhead hit the entrance to my throat. I tried to relax. If I choked I knew my mom would wake up and catch me.

Peter was not taking no for an answer, even though I never tried to say the word. Even if I had he would not have been able to hear it. He tilted my head back and pushed. The tip of his cock tickled my throat at first and suddenly I took his entire length. He held my head still against his crotch. I was in no position to resist his strength or desires. My pussy was on fire again. I reached down and began playing with myself until a fresh wave of panic washed over me when I realized I couldn't breath. I'd so enjoyed the feeling of his cock I'd forgotten it was cutting off my air supply.

Peter immediately sensed my discomfort and began easing his wondrous tool out of my mouth. A string of saliva briefly floated in the air between his cock and my mouth as he released my head and pulled back. I leaned forward wanting more. He gave me a stern look and wagged his finger at me.




Mom's New Boyfriend



"Not just yet eager little one," he scolded me.

I sat back on my haunches waiting. I didn't know what else to do. I watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his smart phone. He then pointed at me and then pointed at his cock.

As I leaned forward, my mouth open ready to take him in again, I heard the electronic click of a picture being taken. I stopped and looked up. He just smiled. I know I had a look of displeasure on my face, but he didn't care. With his left hand he grabbed my hair again and pulled my head forward. I'd like to say I resisted, but I didn't. Soon his cock was down my throat again and my lips were against his public hair. Click went his phone. He now had evidence of how big his cock is and how I am able to take the whole length. I felt sick and started to cough. I heard my mom stir. I looked up with pleading eyes. He smiled again. Damn him. Slowly he pulled his cock back out of my mouth. I took a big gulp of air as soon as I could. He let go of my hair.

"Get me your cell phone," he said authoritatively.

I stood up and went into my room. I had to turn the light on to find it. I hope that didn't wake my mom. I returned to the hallway and handed him the phone. He had put his cock back in his pants, although his bulge was clearly visible. I assumed he wanted me to make him cum. Why did he put it away? He had control of his emotions far beyond any of the boys I'd ever been with.

He started typing on my phone. Apparently he was sending himself a text message. I heard his phone buzz, thankfully on vibrate mode. He handed me my phone back.

He then took his phone and sent me the pictures of me sucking his dick. The first one showed my face looking with great anticipation. I looked at it and wondered how long it would take for him to send it around the Internet. The second picture wasn't so good. It was when I was more pissed off after realizing he was taking a picture and it showed. Of course my look of consternation could also be from having my mouth and throat full of hard cock. When I looked up from my phone he smiled again.

"Your mom is cooking dinner for me tomorrow. You should attend. No doubt she will want a repeat performance of tonight but will be concerned you are here. I'll text you more instructions."

And with that he turned and left. I went back into my room, turned out the light, fell on the bed and started masturbating again. 

When I woke it was light again. I looked at the clock and it was 8:30. I stretched; feeling tired, and then remembered what had happened the night before. Suddenly I was wide-awake. I quickly dressed in the clothes I had worn yesterday. I peeked out of my bedroom door to see if there was any evidence that my mom was up yet. Her door was seemingly in the same open position from last night so I assumed she was still passed out. I didn't bother with going to the bathroom. I just snuck down the stairs and quietly out the back door.

My walk back to campus was a couple of miles but I didn't care. I had managed not to get caught. My mind began to wander back to the events of the last 8 hours. Peter had left little room for doubt that he expected me to join him and my mother for dinner tonight. Was he going to show her the picture of me sucking his cock and somehow convince us to have a three way with him? No, even with what I now know about her I don't see her going for that. Maybe he just expected me to suck him again and clean her juices from his cock. That seemed logical, but I didn't think I wanted to be used like that again. He'd have to at least let me drink his cum. Why did I just think that? I needed to get more out of him than that. I wanted him to fuck me like he fucked my mom. I knew that. But I didn't want my mom to know. Could we really get away with that? If she passed out again and he and I were in the basement it might work. But could I be quiet enough if he pounded me like he did her last night? All the options were going through my head all the way back to campus. I didn't even realize how wet I'd become thinking about him until I took my clothes off in preparation of a shower. My panties were saturated again. Maybe it's not such a good idea for me to go there tonight. Maybe I can convince him just to take me out alone.

After my shower I put on shorts and a T-shirt and did some homework. I also called a friend of mine who was into cars and he came over with a battery charger. We pulled the battery and brought it into my dorm room. He setup the charger and told me he would be back in a couple of hours. By noon my homework was done, the car was running but I still had not received any texts from Peter. I was starting to get worried that I'd done something wrong, but then my phone beeped.

"I'm going to your mom's about 3. We're going to hang out by the pool and then cook steaks on the grill. I want you to join us unannounced. Don't tell your mom about last night. When I talked to her it was obvious she doesn't know."

I read the text several times. The smart play would be to ignore him. But that wasn't going to happen. I could always use the excuse that I needed to do laundry. "Shit laundry," I remembered. I'd put clothes in the wash machine last night and forgot them this morning. I hope mom didn't find them. I started to get very nervous. Then I started to try and figure out how to look like I'd never met Peter.

I decided a simple plan was the best. Doing laundry was good because I could get my clothes from last night without raising suspicion. And if my mom had found my clothes already I'd be busted early and this game would be over. I also grabbed one of my more modest two-piece bikinis. On swim team I always wore a one-piece in practice and a tech suit in competition, but being a California girl I had plenty of bikinis to choose from for going to the beach and attracting guys. My mom would be suspicious if I wore one of my "hunting" suits to her house. It wouldn't be weird for me to lie out while doing laundry so the modest approach would be best. I also grabbed a semi-transparent wrap to wear since that would tease Peter a bit without looking out of place. I decided to wait until about 4pm to head over. I wanted Peter to wonder if I was going to show up.

My nerves were not going away. Unfortunately my roommate was in the room studying so I couldn't masturbate away my concerns. I was trying to look normal to her as well. It was a stressful afternoon. Finally at 3:45 I announced I was heading home to do laundry and headed out.

Pulling up I noticed Pete's car in the driveway. It was a Jaguar convertible. I had not recognized the model last night. Summoning up my courage, I took a deep breath and went in through the garage. I think I startled my mom who was in the kitchen. She must have heard the garage door open and close but she seemed focused on mixing up a pitcher of margaritas and didn't hear me until I dropped my laundry basket and said hi.

I told you in chapter 1 that my mom is still very attractive for her age. I know she wears fairly revealing workout clothes at the gym and likes to dress sexy for social occasions. What I wasn't expecting was the tiny thong bikini she was wearing along with a pair of 3" heels standing in the kitchen. She obviously was showing herself off for Peter. She also looked very disappointed that I had crashed her two-person party.

I asked innocently "Who owns the Jag," and didn't comment on her choice of swimwear trying to pretend nothing out of the ordinary what happening.

"Oh that's my friend Peter's," she replied. "We're going to grill tonight."

"OK, I'll try to stay out of your way. I was just going to do laundry," I said

Just then Peter came through the back door. Other than his penis I really had not gotten a good look at him last night. He really was quite handsome with a firm chest and strong arms and shoulders. 

"Who is this?" he asked my mom.

"Oh," she replied. "This is Brittney. My daughter. She goes to UCLA."

He came over a shook my hand very gentlemanly like.

"Nice to meet you Brittney. My name is Peter." He then looked back toward my mom. "But I can't believe you are old enough to have a daughter in college."

My mom laughed. "I told you how old I was when I met you at the gym and you told me I looked 29."

Peter asked if I was going to join them for dinner. I declined saying I was just there to do laundry but he pushed to include me. My mom didn't seem happy but she finally invited me to join them. He then suggested I hang out by the pool with them. I said I would change after starting the first load. Mom and Peter then grabbed the drinks and headed back outside. I had to stead myself against the door jam. I was a nervous wreck. I bet my mom knew the whole story. She probably saw the pictures too. What had I gotten myself into?

I went downstairs and started my laundry. Fortunately my load from last night was right where I'd left it and appeared undisturbed. I then went up to my bedroom to change. I took off my clothes. My nipples were hard and my pussy was starting to get wet with anticipation. I had to admit, Peter's game was exciting. The danger of getting caught was a turn on. Then I noticed a jewelry box sitting on my dresser. It definitely had not been there this morning. 

Nervously I picked it up. He must have snuck it in here somehow. I opened it up. There was a simple note that said "For you. Wear them now."

I looked at the contents of the box. There were two silver balls that looked like large ball bearings. I wasn't sure what they were and was confused by how I would wear them. Fortunately a quick search on the Internet brought the answer that they were Ben Wa balls and are meant to be inserted into the vagina. The intensity of the game was about to pick up.

I felt like my choice of a modest swimsuit was out of place after seeing how my mother was dressed. She obviously was showing off her body for him. I didn't bring any shoes with heels so with my wrap covering my suit and flip-flops on my feet I looked like I was not showing off. By the time I made it to the back door, however, the gentle rubbing of the balls inside my now very wet pussy was driving me crazy. I wondered if my mom was wearing a pair too? Maybe she was trying to pretend not to be turned on because I was there. Maybe she was as desperate to have Peter's cock as I was and it was driving her crazy. I slowly walked out to the pool; each step turning me on more and more.

When I reached the pool my mom and Peter were reclining on chaises next to each other. A third chaise was about 15 feet to his right and facing them. I put my towel there and jumped into the pool. When I surfaced I looked at them sitting next to each other, sipping their drinks in a perfectly normal way. My guts were churning, though. I swam a couple of quick laps just trying to get my mind off my arousal and then got out and walked over to my chaise. I spread out the towel and sat down. I didn't want to look at them, but I noticed more than once Peter was stealing glances at me. When I twisted my body just a bit I could spread my legs giving him a look at my bikini bottom. I'm sure he knew I would be using his gift and the effect it was having on me. But they continued chatting without involving me.

My mind was left to wander sexy thoughts about last night until my mom brought me out of my daze and starting talking about the swim team. Peter as it turned out had a 20 year old daughter at UCLA. We talked about swimming and college life for a while until their pitcher was empty. Mom got up to mix more and asked me to help her. As I walked by Peter I could feel his eyes on me. I couldn't walk as slowly as I would have liked and kept up with my mom which meant the balls were dancing inside of me. It was both an exhilarating and maddening feeling. I contemplated going back to my room to get myself off.

Once inside I was expecting my mom to be mad with me but inside she asked my opinion about Peter. She opened up that they had been seeing each other for two months. I asked if it was serious. She giggled (definitely out of place for her) and admitted he was more of a "Friend with Benefits." I congratulated her. I think she might have been expecting me to be judgmental, but I really was just happy for her. It also relieved me to know I wasn't getting in the middle of a budding romance. I still didn't want her to know what happened the night before (or what I was wearing right now) but I felt a little less guilty about playing Peter's game.

After the next pitcher of drinks was mixed, mom told me she had to go to the bathroom. She asked me to take the pitcher outside. She also suggested I grab a glass for myself. I'm not a big drinker, but getting a little buzzed with them sounded like a great idea so I grabbed a large plastic cup. This time I walked as fast as I could while carrying the pitcher. I wasn't worried about my mom suspecting anything since she was not in a position to see me. When I reached Peter I made a show of bending over in front of him to set down the pitcher. My breasts are not large (swimming competitively keeps my fat percentage low) but I knew he would be getting an eyeful of my hard nipples. While my boobs are small, my nipples are not. They are also a huge turn on when played with; a fact I hoped he would find out soon.

"Here is your drink, sir," I said with a smile. I'm not sure why I called him sir instead of Peter. It just sort of slipped out.

"Thank you Brittney," he replied. "Are you wearing your gift?"

"I am," I said with a bit of embarrassment.

While I had thought he might touch my nipples, he surprised me by reaching up and touching the front of my bikini bottom. It made me jump just a bit. I definitely didn't want mom seeing that. He rubbed his finger back and forth and began putting more pressure against my clit.

"Did you play with yourself after I left last night?"

I was starting to lose control as he continued to rub me. My breathing quickly was becoming ragged and I began to forget where we were. Almost breathlessly I told him I had.

"And I'm sure the balls have you aroused right now, don't they?"

I had to stifle a moan. "Yes, sir..."

Then he stopped and withdrew his hand.

"Take your drink and sit back down."

I did what he said, making it back to my chair just as my mom was coming back out of the house. I quickly drained my drink and then walked back over to them to refill it. I wanted to stand in front of him again. I knew he wouldn't touch me but I wanted him to look. Mom didn't seem to notice.

Two more drinks and I was pretty buzzed. Mom must have been too since she had been keeping up with me. Peter had been sipping his drinks. I'm not sure how many he had consumed but it was less than me. My head was spinning a little and my pussy was on fire. I needed some relief.

A sober me would have gone up to my room. But the turned on and tipsy me had other plans. I jumped back into the pool. I swum a little to make it look good then I parked myself at the edge of the pool right by where they were sitting. I was resting my chin on my left arm on the edge of the pool deck and trying to keep up a normal conversation, but in reality my right hand was inside my bikini bottoms and my eyes were focused between Peter's legs. I swore I could see the outline of his cock through his swim trunks, although it was probably just my mind fantasizing. I tickled my clit and it felt great. The cool water was doing nothing to diminish my arousal. I think I could have made myself cum, but I doubt I could have done it silently so I just teased myself a bit. I'd have to wait for satisfaction.

When mom announced it was time to start the grill Peter volunteered to do it but she told him to stay put and stood up. As soon as she was gone he focused his steely gaze on my eyes.

"I know what you are doing dirty girl," he told me. I blushed.

He didn't say anything more. He just watched me. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever done. I played with my clit silently while he stared at me. I'm sure he could tell I was getting close. I heard my mom making noise firing up the grill. I looked back at the house but she was focusing on her task and not us. I looked back at Peter. I remembered how he told my mom not to cum until she had permission. I was looking for the same command. Of course I couldn't say anything because my mom would hear me, but I hoped the look of need in my eyes would convey my message.

"I know what you need little one," he said softly, a wry and deliberate smile showing on his face.

I was so close. I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted to cum for him. I wanted to be his. Then I heard my mom calling my name. Damn.

I looked up and she was waving in our direction. "Brittney I need your help with dinner," she called out.

Disappointed I got out of the pool. Peter seemed amused. As I walked by he instructed me what he wanted me to do.

"After you help your mom change out of your swimsuit. Just put on a t-shirt and shorts. Don't wear a bra or panties." Then almost as an afterthought as I was walking away... "Oh and keep the balls in too."

I swiftly walked back to the house. I wanted those damn balls to dance inside of me. I was upset with my mom for picking that moment instead of a minute later, but more than that I wanted to ride the wave of arousal I was feeling as long as I could. I knew if I even touched my clit when I changed I'd cum in an instant. I wanted to prove to myself I could hold back like my mom had done last night. I didn't know if I could. But it was going to be fun finding out.

I told my mom I had to start another load of clothes and that I would be right back. I moved my first load to the dryer and then put a second load in the wash machine. When I started it I must admit I had impure thought about the spin cycle. Shaking my head to clear my mind I hurried back to the kitchen. Mom had me set the table. I wondered if she was going to change out of her tiny bikini. As I finished I saw Peter standing up and walking back toward the house.

"I'm going to change out of my suit," I announced to my mom and then ran upstairs to my room. 

I shut my door and bent over grabbing my dresser for support. Running up the stairs almost made me climax. My pussy was pulsating and crying out for attention. I tried to take deep breaths to calm down but my core kept spasming daring me to touch myself and give it the relief it was craving. It took all my strength, but I managed not to rub my clit and after a couple minutes I calmed down enough to pull off my swimsuit. I wanted to pull the balls out for a moment, but I was scared to get anywhere near them.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Gone was the innocent college girl. In her place was a woman who needed to get fucked and fucked hard. The woman also looked sexier than I'd ever remembered myself looking. I opened my dresser drawer and looked for an appropriate shirt and some shorts. Unfortunately most of my clothes were at the dorm. I found a pair of black shorts which were too small (that's why I left them at home to begin with) and a white t-shirt that came down just to my navel. 

Slipping on the shirt I couldn't help but give my nipples a quick rub. Oh, it felt so good. I doubted they would be going down much until I came. Looking in the mirror I saw they were clearly visible through my shirt. No time to worry about that now. Besides my mom's nipples were showing through her bikini too so what's good for the goose is good for the gander. The shorts presented another problem. Without panties I was concerned that they would show a wet spot. At least they were black so maybe it wouldn't be noticeable. As I pulled them on their small size meant I had to snug them up tight against my body. Now besides the balls stimulating me I'd have the fabric rubbing against my most sensitive parts. This was going to be an interesting dinner.




Mom's New Boyfriend



Peter and I sat down at the table while mom was serving us. He sat at the head with my mom and I on either side. She still had on her bikini, which meant both Peter, and I had a good view of her cleavage. I don't know if they felt the sexual tension at the table but I sure did. Our conversation was completely bland, however. Peter didn't play footsy with me under the table and the only thing out of the ordinary was my mom flinched a couple of times for no reason. After she excused herself to get more potatoes I quietly asked Peter what that was all about. He put his hand under the table and then passed me a small remote.

"Push it when your mom gets back," he told me.

I waited a few minutes after mom sat back down. Peter kept looking at me and discretely nodding. Finally I got the courage to press the button. My mom flinched so I did it again. She didn't move as noticeably but she did scowl at Peter. I was confused. Under the table I slid the remote back to his chair. Mom didn't flinch through the rest of dinner. When we were done Peter offered that he and I would do the dishes and suggested my mom go upstairs and change out of her bikini.

She headed upstairs and he cornered me in the kitchen and pressed me against the counter. I opened my mouth in anticipation of him kissing me, but instead it grabbed both of my nipples and started playing with them.

"I wanted to do this all through dinner," he told me. Immediately he took my breath away.

"Your mom showed me a nice home theater in the basement. Tell her you're going downstairs to watch a move. Take another big glass of margarita with you. I'll tell her you'll probably pass out. When you hear us come down the stairs pretend to be asleep."

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"After she is convinced you are not going to walk in on us, I'm going to take her back upstairs and fuck her like I did last night."

"Don't you want to fuck me?" I asked, pouting and trying to look hurt.

"We'll see. You did a good job cleaning my cock last night. Maybe tonight I will reward you."

All the while he kept manipulating my nipples. I was squirming under his touch.

"I really want you to fuck me," I told him.

"I'll know when you are ready," he countered. "In the meantime, do you have a PC downstairs too?"

"Yeah," I answered. "There is one connected to the TV for doing Skype and Facebook."

He looked around, dropped my nipples and grabbed a pen from off the counter. "Hold out your hand," he stated emphatically. I did what he asked immediately. "This is the DNS name for my phone. I'll connect to your wireless and the PC should be able to see what I stream in webcam mode. I think you'll like the show."

He turned to grab more dishes leaving me standing at the sink staring at my hand and shaking a bit. Did he really just tell me he was going to stream his encounter with my mom? Mom returned also wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She obviously had a bra on (she was busty enough to need one) but I wondered if she had on any panties. I made a mental note to see if she flinched again. We finished up the dishes and I announced I was going to watch a movie as I had been instructed. I also took the pitcher of margaritas from off the dining room table.

I hurried downstairs with my heart pounding. I had to try to appear normal when mom came down to check on me but that was easier said then done. I poured out most of the margarita pitcher in the bar sink and put on the TV. I'm not even sure which movie HBO was showing. I also turned on the PC and tried to browse to Peter's phone, but apparently he wasn't broadcasting yet. I switched back to HBO and I waited. And I waited. About an hour later I heard the basement door open. Immediately I flopped horizontally on the couch and shut my eyes. I heard two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs and then toward the couch.

"See I told you she would pass out," Peter said.

"She works hard at school. She must have needed the rest," my mom replied.

If she only knew why I didn't sleep well last night, I thought. Then my mom said she had to put my last load of clothes in the dryer and that she would be right back. The laundry area is in a back room in our basement. That meant she wouldn't see when Peter reached over the couch and again took a nipple between his fingers.

"You are doing well, Brittney," he said. "When we go up, connect to my phone. You mom will pass out by the time I finish with her just like last night. Then I'll come down and see you."

I pursed my lips to tell him that I understood as he let go of my nipple and resumed pretending I was asleep as my mom returned. Then I heard the sound of kissing behind the couch. I wanted to peek and see what was happening. I thought about opening my eyes and try to catch a reflection of them off the tv screen, but I was good and didn't move. From the sounds I heard their kisses were growing more passionate. Making out next to me was probably turning on my mom. I had a vision of Peter bending her over the couch and taking her from behind, but I knew that was mere fantasy. Finally I heard them on the stairs. I waited until I heard the door shut and then I jammed my hand into my shorts. 

As soon as I touched my clit I felt a shiver go through my body. I buried my face into my pillow and released a throaty moan. I was prepared to get myself off when I remembered Peter's phone. I jumped up and switched the TV back to the PC. This time Chrome connected to his phone. He was walking up the stairs to the second floor. My mom was in front of him. Gone were her t-shirt and shorts. In their place were a g-string, garter belt and stockings set, even higher heels than she had on before, and a lacey black cami. I never knew my mom wore lingerie like that. Then it hit me that she had been wearing that when she was downstairs. I would have probably had a heart attack if I had "woken up" when they were making out and saw her like that. Little did I know my new reality TV was just about to start.

When they arrived in my mom's bedroom I saw her go to her bed and catlike lay down obviously trying to entice him. Then I saw the camera look at his chest as he apparently walked over to the dresser to set down his phone. I saw him take off his watch and use it to hold the phone upright pointed toward the bed. I don't think my mom noticed as his next action was to take off his swimsuit. As he turned back to face her I could tell, to borrow a line from Seinfeld, that "significant shrinkage" was not an issue. He walked back toward the bed and then pointed to the floor.

His phone webcam didn't broadcast sound but I don't think he actually said anything to her. She just quickly scampered to her knees in front of him. He stood sideways parallel to the bed. I got a perfect view of her as she took his manhood into her mouth. It was like I was watching a porn movie instead of my mom. Her shocking choice of lingerie made her look alike an adult star instead of the woman who raised me. Peter's cock was quickly growing to a size that would make any man jealous. Then I realized my mom was servicing him without the aid of her hands. I watched in fascination as she held her hand together behind her back. It was as if they were cuffed although I didn't see him do that.

I was actually proud of my mom. She took him deep with just her mouth. I had not been able to do that last night. He wasn't holding her head like he did to me either. He seemed perfectly happy to let her work his cock with just her mouth and tongue. Saliva was leaking from her mouth. I knew that feeling. Although I thought he would cum in my mouth, I knew he wouldn't do that to her. He was going to fuck her like he did last night. Once he was fully hard, I assumed the rest was a show for me.

No matter what the motivation, the show had my pussy leaking juice. I took off my shorts before they became saturated and began stroking my slit. There was no way I wasn't going to cum watching this. I didn't even bother to try. As it turned out, his next move was enough to instantly send me over the top.

Peter pulled his cock out of mom's mouth and stood her up. He then moved behind her and faced her toward his phone. I knew from the position that she would be looking at herself and him in her bedroom mirror. She had brought her hands in front of herself, but he quickly remedied that situation and pulled them behind her back once more. As he pressed himself against her back I was sure she had both hands grabbing his cock. I was rubbing my clit furiously as I saw the look of pure lust in my mom's eyes as she grabbed his monster tool. She must have been dripping in anticipation knowing what it would feel like to have him inside of her again. Oh how I longed to feel that myself. I plunged two fingers into my pussy.

With her hands busy, he reached around and began massaging her breasts. Instantly my arousal went into overdrive. I could tell my mom was enjoying it as much as I was as his hands slowly slipped down to her pussy.

Her labia was puffy and I could see that she was slick. She started trembling the moment he first made contact with her clit. I knew she would cum very quickly. But would he make her wait for permission? I wanted to hold back until my mom came. I felt wicked thinking about cumming at the same time she did. I watched as he diddled her clit and worked her nipples at the same time. His phone wasn't broadcasting sound, but I thought I saw him say "not yet." I saw mom's leg buckle when he spoke. She was struggling not to cum. So was I, but it was a battle I would soon lose.

I couldn't miss when my mom yelled "fuck me now!" and when Peter bent her forward I thought he was going to do just that. I watched her hands drop his cock and brace herself against the dresser. He grabbed her hips and positioned his cock against her slit. Near as I could tell he pushed only about the first inch inside of her, though. Then he started to spank her. And I could tell she started to moan. That was the end for me. I started to cum.

I knew what she was feeling being so close to having his magnificent cock inside of her but being denied. I'd felt it last night. Well maybe not as close as she did. She had the first inch after all and I didn't get anything. But I'd masturbated enough in the last day imagining how good his cock would feel inside of me that I felt like I knew what she was feeling. And that was enough to trigger an explosive climax.

By the time I calmed down mom's spanking was over. As she turned back toward the bed I could see her ass wasn't bright red. He must have been giving her more of a playful spanking. He was speaking again and mom crawled up on the bed and got on her back. She then surprised me again. My mom has a wrought iron headboard on her bed with upright steel bars behind the top of the mattress. She stretched her body out on the center of the bed and then reached up and grabbed two of the bars with her hands. She then spread her legs. I didn't have a very good view, but she appeared to be holding herself spread-eagled.

The angle of the phone didn't give me much of a view as Peter mounted her. I got to watch his ass bouncing up and down. I could only imagine the sounds she was making. Were they the same ones as last night? I was still recovering from my orgasm so I just slid down to the floor, spread my arms and legs and tried to mimic her position. I wanted to see if I could get a sense of what she was feeling. I would have needed a big dildo for that, but I could tell by Peter's ass movements that he was giving it to her good. I was starting to get aroused again so I brought my arms down and began playing with my boobs. I kept my legs spread wide in sympathy with her.

After about 5-6 minutes Peter slowed. I wondered if he had cum. I guess his arms were just getting tired because he repositioned her on top of him in a cowgirl. Now I had a good view of watching her bounce up and down on his cock. I'd never realized how much bounce my mom's tits had until I saw her ride him like a bucking bronco. Now I was rubbing my pussy with great gusto again. 

This position lasted another 5 minutes I'd guess. I could tell my mom was getting tired. I'm pretty sure she asked for permission to cum again but was denied. I didn't know how she could hold back. But she seemed to do just that. I wasn't bothering to hold back. By the time he flipped her onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her I was on my hands and knees facing the TV. I reached between my legs and pushed three fingers into my needy hole. The expression of pain and pleasure on her face as he pushed into her was enough to make me cum again.

I now had an up close and personal view of her getting fucked by a stallion. As soon as my orgasm began to ebb, the look on my mom's face would start another climax to build until I was riding my fingers and cumming non-stop. This must have been the position he used to fuck her into a coma last night.

I lost track of how many times I came watching their show. I know he finally gave her permission to cum. I'd never seen such an arousing show as my mom rutting herself on his cock and cumming her brains out. She looked like she was worn out. Peter rolled her back onto her back, not spread out this time, and mounted her again. She wasn't moving much and he was taking long slow strokes this time. After maybe a minute he pulled out of her and shot a big volley of cum up her belly. I couldn't see how far it went, but I had no doubt her breasts were splattered and probably her face as well.

Peter climbed off the bed and covered her with a sheet. When he stood up and turned toward the phone I could see his cock glistening with her juices just like it did last night. I prayed he was coming back downstairs. I wanted to clean him again. He picked up his phone. I saw him smile toward the camera and then the feed ended. I turned off the TV and sat on the couch waiting for him. It only was about a minute until I heard him on the stairs.

I didn't turn around to face him. I wanted to pretend I had just been sitting on the couch the whole time being a good girl. We both knew that wasn't true, but the fantasy of being taken by an older man had taken root in my brain and I was playing it out. I felt his hands squeezing my shoulders and then moving down to grip my nipples. I sigh of contentment escaped my lips.

"I'm sure you enjoyed the show," he began. "How many times did you cum?"

I was arching my back thrusting my tiny titties out to his touch.

"I'm not sure. 6?" I said with a questioning tone.

"I only allowed your mom one," he replied. "But it's quality not quantity with me. She'll sleep for hours."

He was being more insistent with my nipples and his actions were having the desired effect on my body. He then stopped and walked in front of the couch.

"On your knees," he said calmly. I obeyed immediately.

So for the second time in 24 hours I cleaned my mom's juices off her boyfriend's cock. This time I didn't use my hands. I had learned from mom's example and kept them behind my back. Peter seemed pleased. He asked me if I wanted him to fuck me. Well 'duh. He took my hand and had me stand. He then brought me behind the couch and bent me over. Oh God it was going to happen. He positioned his cock at the dripping entrance to my pussy and slowly started to push.

"I'm not going to fuck you tonight," she said matter-of-factly as he slowly continued to push his cock into me. "This is just a taste to get you through the week. Unfortunately I need to get home."

I don't think he was even half way inside of me and already I felt fuller than I had with any of my boyfriends. Without thinking I let out a moan.

"That's right baby," he cooed. "I know you want it. But you have to earn it."

I was beyond rational thought at that moment. Then he started to slide back out.

"On your knees again," he said softly but firmly.

This time I cleaned off my own juices. I'd tasted them plenty of times before, but when served off his cock they seemed like a special treat. I couldn't believe he wasn't going to fuck me. I was tight, wet and ready for him. How could he turn down an offer like that?

For the second time in 24 hours I saw him walk away with an obvious bulge in his pants. I would have given anything right then for him to fuck me. Hell he could have just fucked my mouth. I would have been happy with that. I would have done anything to get my own load of sweet cum out of his magnificent prick. But I had to wait again. Of course it will not surprise you that I masturbated again in the basement. I wasn't worried about mom showing up so as soon as Peter left my hands were on my clit. I then remembered my naughty thought about the washing machine. Straddling the corner of the machine while it was on an unbalanced spin cycle got me off again. But I knew neither climaxes were anything like what knocked my mom out again. I didn't know what I would have to do to "earn" that privilege, but I knew whatever he asked I would do it. I just prayed I didn't have to wait long.