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Hot mom - Part 4
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
pt4.txt (of hot-mom)
MOM'S HEALING LOVE
by J. BOSWELL
- - - Part Four - - -
Matty and I attended the closing ceremonies the next day, and he
officially became a high school sophomore. When we pulled into the
driveway, there were already several of his friends waiting there.
"I told the guys the party was continued today, Mom. You may want to
go get us some more beer."
Apparently, Matt had told his friends that his mom was "cool" about
partying at our house, because that's what they did. That day, into the
night, and the next few days there was an almost-constant party going on at
our house. The pool had been heated since Memorial Day, the house was full
of toys, TV's and stereos, and I was expected to supply the beer and food.
By the third night, I was exhausted and needed a drink, myself. I
didn't have to worry about driving anybody home because it was Saturday
night and the five "guests" were spending the night.
Dressed in the outfit Matty had picked out for my date with Dr. Fox
the week before, I had been a hit as hostess with the boys all night in my
low-cut top and red leather mini. I walked behind the bar and found a
bottle of Tequila. A Marguerita sounded good.
But I never made it out from behind the bar. The boys crowded around
me and wanted to know what I was making and how to mix other drinks, and
soon, several of us were doing the salt/Tequila/lime routine at the bar.
They thought I was a great sport, and just one of the guys.
Well, almost one of the guys. Soon, I was dancing with them to rap
and dance tunes. I knew my lacy bra and stocking-tops and garterstraps
were making a few appearances as I gyrated to the beat, but I was enjoying
being the center of attention for these six young, good-looking boys. I
was flirting outrageously with them, and for the moment, I was back in high
school again.
Someone changed the CD and the music turned slow. I took turns
dancing close with each of them, including Matty. I knew what I was doing
to them. I could feel their erections pressing into my thigh and hip. I
could feel them squeeze me tight and press their chests hard against mine.
I rested my head on their shoulders and breathed on their necks. I began
to think that Matty was right -- maybe I was a slut.
After a little more dancing, someone suggested a drinking game. We
all sat around the big glass-topped coffee table and I could feel all of
their eyes lock on to my crotch as I bent my legs and sat Indian-style,
like they were. That position pulled my short, tight skirt almost up to my
waist and I didn't have too many secrets left! After a couple of games, I
realized my reflexes just weren't what they used to be, and I was feeling
no pain. One of the boys suggested strip-poker, but I told them that it
wasn't fair odds, being the only girl and they all said they liked the
odds!
The party soon got quiet and we all sprawled around the Familyroom
floor, talking about school and girls and cars and music. I had kicked my
high heels off a while ago and I reached up under my skirt and rolled down
my stockings. As I pulled the second stocking off my foot, I realized that
no one was talking and I looked up to see all six boys staring at me and my
legs.
"Sorry," I giggled, "I just wanted to get more comfortable."
Matty's best friend, Todd smiled and said, "That's cool, Mrs. L. You
can even get MORE comfortable, if you want. We won't mind."
I wagged my finger at them, "I think you are all having naughty
thoughts. Now, behave. I'm old enough to be your mother." And we all
began laughing uproariously.
When I finally got my breath back, I knelt and then stood up. "I
guess that was my cue for going to bed, boys. I think I got a little tipsy
in that last drinking game, so I better go upstairs while I still can.
Goodnight, boys."
Matty took my hand and helped me up the stairs. He followed me into
my bedroom.
I stopped at the door to my bedroom and whispered, "I think with your
friends in the house, you better go to your own room, tonight, Dear.
Besides, I'm a little too tipsy and a lot too tired to do much tonight."
"I still want to, Mom. Just bend over and I'll get a quickie."
I kissed Matty on the cheek. "Not tonight, Dear. You'll live without
it for one night. Your friends will all leave tomorrow, and it will be
just the two of us, again, and we'll have had some sleep."
Matty glowered at me and turned away. I knew he was mad, but I was
just too tired to care. I stripped, pulled on an old nightie and
immediately fell asleep.
When I awoke, I knew I had a hangover. I cracked my eyes open enough
to see that the room was bright, (TOO BRIGHT!) and quickly snapped them
shut again. Forcing myself, I got out of bed and made my way into the
shower.
The water felt wonderful and I took my time washing and rinsing. When
I shut the water off and reached for my towel, I saw Matty standing in the
bathroom doorway. He was naked and sporting his big morning erection.
From the look on Matt's face, I knew what was going to happen next.
"Can't wait any longer, Honey? Come on, let's make it fast!"
Matty walked into the bedroom as I sat on the bed. He stood between
my legs and spread my pussylips open with his cock.
"You wanted to fuck my friends, last night, didn't you, Mom?"
"No, Honey, I was flirting. I know I shouldn't have, but flirting is
basically harmless. I won't do it anymore."
"No, it's okay. I'm glad you did, Mom. It was fun to see their
reactions. I know they all wanted to fuck you."
I moaned softly as he worked his cock inside me. "Oh, Matty, you're
just saying that. I'm an old lady to them. Not someone they want to fuck.
It was just the booze."
Matty was in me all the way and began pumping in and out.
"No, they wanted to fuck you, Mom. I went back downstairs and
pretended to fall asleep. They were talking about how hot looking you are
and how hot you made them. Dan and Ryan even talked about coming upstairs
last night and fucking you!"
Without build-up or warning both of us began to come! When we came
back down to earth I asked Matty what he thought about his friends talking
about his mother like that.
"I liked it, Mom. It was sexy and made me so excited, I came right in
my pants last night, just listening to them!"
"Come on, sexy. Let's shower and get dressed before they wake up and
figure out what they missed!"
Later that day, as I was cleaning the Familyroom, I found my two
stockings from the previous night under the sofa. They were crumbled
messes, with dried white goo in both of them. I had washed enough sheets
in the last few weeks to recognize dried cum. One or two of the boys had
obviously used my stockings to jerk-off. Thinking about it turned me on so
much, I had to sit down until my legs stopped trembling.
Matt and I spent a quiet Sunday together, but the boys were back on
Monday night, supposedly to watch the baseball game. We all hit the beers
pretty hard, and Todd, Mark and Jamie walked home around eleven. That left
Dan and Ryan and Matt.
With the game over, we put on the stereo and while we were sitting,
drinking and talking, Matt curled up on one of the sofas and fell asleep.
Dan turned the stereo down low, put on some slow music, and asked me to
dance. He held me tight and I squeezed against him, feeling his cock grow
in his pants. Ryan wanted his turn and I danced close with him, too.
Soon, the three of us were sitting on the floor, our backs against the
other sofa, talking. Dan had his arm around my shoulder and Ryan was
leaning against my other side. Suddenly, we weren't talking, anymore, and
Dan leaned his face towards me and kissed me.
I didn't hesitate for an instant. I opened my mouth for his tongue and
moved my hand up under his shorts and loose boxer shorts and grasped his
hot erection. We shifted a little and Ryan was now behind me and lowered
the zipper on my sundress. The front fell away and my bare chest was
covered with four wild, grasping, clutching hands. I leaned back into
Ryan's chest and his hands cupped and squeezed my tits and hard nipples.
Dan was between my legs, frantically throwing my dress skirt out of the way
and pulling my panties down over my ass and legs. He knelt as he dropped
his shorts and underwear and then hurriedly buried his cock in me. I
leaned my head back to kiss Ryan as Dan fucked me. I was in heaven once
again.
Dan was excited and came in only a few strokes. As he pulled his
shrinking cock out of me, I reversed positions, ready for Ryan's cock that
had been pressing into my back.
My pussy was so wet, so hungry, it was as if it sucked Ryan's penis up
into me. He humped my hips into the plush carpet and Dan moved around to
suck my tits. When Ryan spurted his jism into me, we heard Matt say, "Now
it's my turn!"
The four of us went up to my bed and we fucked and fucked and fucked
until we all fell asleep from exhaustion.
When I opened my eyes the next day (it was after noon), it was to look
into Dan's contorted face as he was fucking me. I looked around and saw
that Ryan was still asleep and Matty was standing at the door. Then I saw
Jamie, Todd, and Mark standing at the open bedroom door, too, wide-eyed and
holding big erections in their hands.
Matt said, "It's cool. Come on in. She won't mind. In fact, she
wants to." He looked over at me, "Don't you, Mom? I called them up and
told them to come over for an early surprise."
I looked at the three fresh, innocent, yet hungry faces and nodded.
"Yes, come on in, boys. I won't bite."
They were real gentlemen about it. Jamie fucked me first and then
Mark, and then Todd. I spent the next several hours in bed with all of
them, eating their cum and being eaten. I was fucked, sucked and screwed,
and did my best to return the favor. With six teenage boys, there was
always a hardon ready to be poked into me, somewhere.
With their solemn promises not to tell anyone what had happened that
day, they eventually all left that night, but they were all back the next
morning, and the day after that and the day after that...
They thought they could keep me their little secret, but I knew they
wouldn't.
Soon, they began to bring some of their friends and they brought some
of their friends and it turned into a Summer-long party.
There were always kids over the house, swimming in the pool, playing
video games, drinking beer or liquor, shooting pool, playing the pinball
machine, and fucking Matty's mom. I was the perfect hostess.
The crowd stayed small at first -- just Matty and his "close" friends,
but the circle kept growing. I have no idea how many boys I fucked and
sucked that summer. If you told me it was 30, I'd believe you. Hell, if
you told me it was 100, I'd still believe you. I think I did Matt's
lacrosse team all on one day!
And they all kept me very busy! I really only got dressed to go food
shopping, or to have something sexy on when the boys wanted me to do a
striptease for them. The rest of the time, I was naked and usually on my
back with a cock shoved up my pussy or down my throat. I even carried my
own tube of K-Y Jelly around with me because I was seldom given a chance to
"warm up" or to recuperate from the last session, and every boy eventually
wanted to try anal sex. I slept when I could, but it was seldom alone,
usually waking up to a roomful of ready, randy teenagers, aching to bury
their morning erections in me.
As long as the fridge was full of beers and I was willing to handle
their hard-ons, no one had any complaints. I drank a lot and started
smoking again, and the house got to be quite a mess but no one cared. We
ate pizza and chips and tuna sandwiches. When we ran out of food or beer,
we called to have it delivered -- half the time I'd fuck the delivery guys
when they got there, too. One day, I even fucked the two big pool
maintenance men in front of an appreciative audience. They all loved the
energetic show I put on.
I was brazen and bold and depraved and slutty and perverted and proud
of it. I never showered alone, always soaping up a cock or two in the hot
water. They would bet me and I would drink shot glasses full of their
warm, sticky cum. I let them shove fruit and vegetables up my cunt and
then they watched as I ate it. They covered my tits with beer or booze or
whipped cream and then licked them clean. I sucked cocks covered with
whipped cream, jelly, chocolate pudding, syrup, peanut butter, beer, and
mustard (my Fourth of July hot dog!).
Matty was still my one true love, and he loved watching me with the
other boys and was always urging them on, telling them what a slut I was
and how much I "needed" it. I always tried to make my performance as sexy
as possible for him. Sometimes, during a lull, we would go to a bedroom
and lock the door and make love together, but most of the time, he loved to
see what new perverted thing I'd try or do and then watch the other boys -
- finally taking his turn with them.
Sometime in July, some of the guys began bringing girls to the party,
getting them drunk and using the bedrooms for screwing. By then, I was
pretty well into the booze and hadn't even seen anyone over the age of 17
in a month, but I knew that there was no way what was going on at the house
could be kept a secret for long with so many kids involved. I was right.
It began with a few phonecalls from parents, checking up on their
kids, questioning if the party was being "chaperoned." And then calls from
neighbors complaining about the cars and kids in the neighborhood.
Finally, very late one Friday night, the cops pulled into the
driveway.
I was in my bed with my three favorite lifeguards, trying to
synchronize it so they could all fuck me at once. I had one under me with
his cock buried up my cunt, and the second had just eased his hard-on up my
ass, and I was just about to gobble the third into my mouth when Matty ran
in and told me to get dressed. I reluctantly removed the cocks in me,
threw on a robe and went downstairs. I'm sure the cops looked at the messy
house, the drunk kids, and the only adult in sight obviously looked boozed-
up and just-fucked, and wondered what the hell was going on.
The houses are too far apart for the music to be a real problem, and
too private for a neighbor to see what was going on, so I had no idea what
brought the law to my door. It turned out to be a kid was driving drunk
and ran up a neighbor's lawn and the neighbor told the police she was sure
the kid must have just left my house. They wanted to know what I knew
about it, but I was lucky. The boy must have been the only kid in the
county NOT at the party, and when the police asked if they could "look
around," I refused and they left.
I said I was lucky, but it didn't last forever. Finally, one of the
young girls went home drunk and missing some clothes and the next day her
father and the police showed up. No one answered the front door when they
knocked, so they walked around the back to the gate in the privacy fence.
When they opened that, they were greeted with the sight of me, naked on a
chaise lounge, with a 15-year-old boy straddling me and his cock buried
down my throat.
To say all hell broke loose, would be an understatement.
Allen immediately filed for and got custody, stopped sending the
support checks, and sold the house and car. Matty very reluctantly moved
out to California with him. I think Allen was more pissed that I was a
fuck-machine for all those kids, and wouldn't fuck him on his last trip in.
The Assistant State's Attorney (the D.A.) looked at some of the "big"
names some of the boys I had been fucking all Summer and agreed to drop the
charges if I'd quietly quit my teaching job, get help, and move out of the
county. I agreed, but felt like I was watching an old Western -- being
told to get out of town by sundown.
I joined Alcoholic Anonymous for my drinking problem, quit smoking,
and went to counselling for my "boy" problem. I even joined a health club,
to tone and firm my body up again.
I miss Matty every moment of every day and night. I miss being his
Mom and having him as a son. Yes, I even miss him as a lover. I worried
about the effect of all this on Matty (and some of the younger boys), but
my psychiatrist (an expert in the field (but aren't they all?)) told me
that although it WOULD have an effect (just as everything else that happens
to a person has an effect) I shouldn't despair over the sexual aspect of
it. In fact, she told me that they are just now concluding that Mother/son
and woman/boy relationships may be the most common of all parent/child or
adult/child episodes, but the most underreported -- precisely because of
the lack of long-term damage. It is the one relationship-type where both
parties get exactly what they need from the other party and the
relationship, and the power status between the parties is the most
equitable. She gave me a whole lot more mumbo-jumbo about it, but there's
no need to go into that.
All of this happened over a year ago, and I have survived. I moved to
Philadelphia, re-adopted my maiden name, went back to school, got a new
apartment, and found a new job that starts tomorrow. I'm in shape,
motivated, lean and mean and ready to get on with my life. I think I can
make it.
September, 1990
- - - The End - - -
P.S.
Who knows? Life is strange and unpredictable and you may hear from me
again. Oh, by the way... Did I tell you about my new job? No? Well,
I'll be teaching History at an all-boys Catholic high school!
Life can be good!
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