Shit! This was crazy. I was just out of high school by
a couple of years, barely 18-19. I went to study with a
buddy at his place, on campus, well probably not, most
likely off campus. Yeah. We were in his apartment off
campus.
We were studying. Then this woman crashed into the
apartment, drunk as a “shit house mouse,” as daddy used
to say. She was babbling like mad, in many meanings of
that word.
“Ah, damn it, I didn’t get fucked tonight,’ she
slurred. “Went to the bar. Not a man fuck in there. Not
a real man wisth a cock, big, little.”
Hey, baby,” she slurred to me, grabbing at my crotch.
“You wansh fuck?”
I was a bit puzzled, so I asked my study buddy, my
friend from Kentucky, “What’s up with this? Who is
this?”
“Oh, never mind,” he said. “It is just mom. My mother.
She is down to visit during final exams, then take me
back home.”
“Okay,” I agreed, but she was hot looking, slender,
blac-khaired, really hot looking in a near see-through
blouse and tight blue jeans, well defining her butt.
“Don’t fuck wisth me,” she said to her son. “I want
cock. I am so horny. You want to fuck me baby, like we
ushuallhee do since daddy left us, or do you want him,”
gesturing to me she continued, “to fuck me?”
My cock was hard, straining now in my shorts since it
was summer. I was wearing only shorts, no underwear, a
t-shirt.
“Damn it, mother,” he hissed at her. “We are studying
for a final exam in this course. Leave us the fuck
alone. Go stroke off,” he ordered her.
“You go stroke off you simple fuck, son of your
father,” she said. “I am going to suck and fuck his big
cock,” she added, sliding her warm hand up and down my
meat-stick.
In less time than I can tell the story, she was naked,
totally nude, had me naked from the waist down, was
sliding her warm, tender fist up and down my shaft,
thumbing my corona, smearing my pre-cum over my hard
cock. Then she leaned in and kissed my cock helmet,
slurped off the clear juice, covered my knob with her
lips, tongued my pee-slit, taking up the juice, had a
slender finger up my asshole.
Helplessly, I looked over at Bill, and said, “Sorry
buddy.”
He grinned back at me as he took off all his clothes.
“We are going to fuck mother,” he said. “She wants it,
and we cannot deny her, I cannot when she wants it.”
I was raised in a rather strict religious family. It
had never occurred to me to fuck my mother, that a son
would fuck his mother, watch, or participate in her
being fucked.
Bill’s mother, I didn’t even know her name yet, pulled
and pushed me out of my student study chair onto the
floor, my cock still in her mouth and going deeper into
her throat, her hands on my ball sack, on my nipples,
pressing on my butt-cheeks to push my cock deeper into
her sucking mouth.
She whipped around and put her hairy pudenda on my
face, her smooth thighs against my face cheeks.
I licked up her slit with my tongue as she sucked me. I
grasped at her big titties – big – only 32Cs by any
estimate. She rocked and rolled up and down on me,
making her titties on my mouth, her belly, navel, hairy
pussy. My cock going in and out of her mouth, up onto
my nipples, tonguing my navel, down over my aching
balls in their furry sack, her tongue laving my crack,
lips kissing my puckered hole, tongue driving into it.
I was going to cum. Then Bill’s balls draped over my
nose, his cock went into his mother’s mouth as she
released mine. Both of our cocks went into her mouth.
He pulled his back. I pushed mine. I pulled mine back.
He pushed his into her mouth. Our slimy pre-cum coated
her lips, chin.
Then like more magic my cock was up her twat, all the
way in, balls deep. She was humping, crying, begging,
pleading, “Fuck me, men. Fuck me good, Shoot your cum
in me. I want your cum.”
I was under her as her pussy pocket rode my cock. Bill
was on top of her. He steadied her with his hands on
her velvet-smooth hips. He slotted his short, fat cock
to her anus and pushed into her. I felt his cock slide
up her back chute along the thin membrane between her
cunt with my cock in her baby hole, the hole from which
Bill had been born.
We fucked her. She fucked us, fore and aft. When she
rode down on my rod in her front hole, Bill’s cock slid
along the insides of her rectum. When she lifted up,
Bill’s cock fucked her ass, my cock eased along the
sleeve of her gripping, pulsing cunt.
Bill stroked her clit, finger-fucked her navel, mauled
her little tits with his hands, slimed with our juices.
She was cumming over and over, squealing, yelling in
her ecstasy.
Bill shot his load up her ass channel in seven or eight
bursts of his creamy, hot cum. I filled her womb with
an equal or larger load. We collapsed together, sweaty,
cummy, near fucked out.
Bill rolled away, his cock plopping out of her back
hole. I rolled Tina, yes, Tina, Bill had yelled as he
came in his mother’s ass, her name, Tina. I got on her,
between her legs and ate her creampie pussy, my own
cum, and then Bill’s out of her ass-twat.
Bill sat back and watched this – me slurping out,
swallowing the cum. He brought his cock and balls to my
mouth. I cleaned his rod and the overflow on his furry
sack. Bill fucked my mouth and ass. I fucked Bill’s
mouth and ass.
For the rest of the weekend we forgot all about
studying. We repeated the scenes with Tina, over and
over, her drunk or sober; Bill and I fucking, sucking
her and each other.
Bill and I got “A’s” on the test and in the course. So
fuck, fuck your mother; your friend, fuck and suck you
and your mother.