If you win? – part 3

The other team mothers and I did our best to control the chaos, but it was a losing battle. Twenty-two 17- and 18-year-old testosterone fueled athletes fresh off a championship win were a force of nature not to be reckoned with.

There was horseplay at the pool, an unsanctioned football game ranging though the parking lot, and someone had managed to score a six-pack of beer. At one point the boys settled down long enough to gather together for a tribute to their coach. Cameron, one of the captains, made a nice speech, thanking Coach McGowan for all his hard work and for leading them to victory. Then they all turned and mooned their esteemed coach in unison. It spoiled an otherwise heartfelt moment, but I have to admit it was a lovely sight to behold.

After that touching testimonial, they went wild again. It wasn’t long after dark before the motel manager had received enough complaints that he began threatening to toss us out. We managed to corral the boys into their respective rooms, and things generally calmed down. The coach and the mothers took turns patrolling the grounds, watching for anyone sneaking out of their room with havoc on their mind.

It was after 1:00 a.m. before all was quiet and I was able to return to my room. I was exhausted. Up late last night, screaming and cheering through the whole game today, then wrangling that mob for hours on end—I didn’t know if these old bones of mine were up for another round with my horny guys.

Whether I was or not, I needed a shower either way.

The hot water reinvigorated my tired muscles, and my thoughts filled with images of the filthy and depraved things I’d done with the boys over the past two nights as my hands roamed over my wet body. I squeezed my tits and pictured the look on Michael’s face whenever he stared at my chest. When my hand rubbed over my pussy I remembered Cory’s tongue on my clit. I slipped a finger into my soap-slicked asshole and fantasized that it was Brandon’s long cock.

Needless to say, by the time I was finished with my shower I was more than ready to sneak into the boys’ room and resume our naughty games. I slipped into the special items I’d brought along, then pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt over top of my outfit, and headed next door.

As I unlocked the door to their room I could hear music inside. I ducked in and found them still celebrating.

Michael was dancing around in nothing but a jock strap that snugged his chubby buns oh so deliciously. Brandon was naked except for a pair of complimentary motel shower caps: one on his head, and the other on his penis. Cory was wearing a captivatingly tight pair of boxer-briefs, along with his shoulder pads and helmet. But I have to say, my son took the cake. He had on a t-shirt and the thong I’d left in their room last night. Boys will be boys.

They all cheered when they saw me come in. I just shushed them and went straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. While I was in there shedding my sweats, I heard the music being turned down and the distinctive sound of several high fives being exchanged.

I stepped out and dramatically struck my sexiest pose. The boys stood and gaped. I had on a pair of sleek black high heels, black thigh-high stockings, and a lacy black panty and bra set. The panties were crotchless, and the bra was a little peek-a-boo number that conspicuously displayed my already hard nipples.

Even Evan was gawking—and he’d seen me all sorts of skimpy lingerie. I did a slinky turn so they could get the full effect.

“What do you think, fellas? You up for one more award ceremony?”

“Holy mother,” Michael whispered. “Mrs. Chase, you look…”

“Fucking awesome!” Brandon finished.

“No lie, Mrs. C,” Cory spoke up as he pulled off his helmet to get an unobstructed view. “You’re looking like something out of Playboy. Better, actually.”

“Shit, Mom, it doesn’t get any hotter than you right now.”

“Aw, shucks, guys.” I covered my dark nipples with my hands, feigning shyness. “You’re all just saying that to make an old lady feel good.”

“No, really, honest, super hot,” they all assured me at the same time, enthusiastically talking over one another. I noticed Brandon’s shower cap rising noticeably, and I went from hiding my nipples to pinching them. I couldn’t wait to get those young cocks inside of me.

“Are we really going to fuck?” Brandon blurted out. As before, the other guys yelled at him and smacked him around for being disrespectfully crude. I actually thought it was kind of cute.

“Well, this is our third date,” I said coyly. “And I always give it up on the third date. So, if you boys want to fuck, my pussy is wet and willing.”

For a second I thought Brandon was going to pass out. The temperature in the room jumped several degrees and they all exchanged “can you believe this shit is really happening?” looks with each other.

Their excitement was contagious and I could feel the butterflies flittering in my tummy.

“Raise your hand if you want to do me right now,” I prompted them. Everyone’s hand shot up except for Evan’s. Michael grabbed Evan’s wrist and raised his hand for him. Evan didn’t resist. “Alright, then, the only thing that’s left to sort out is who gets to go first.”

“We could draw straws,” Brandon offered.

“That doesn’t sound very sexy.” I bit my lip, as if trying to think up another method. I had, of course, been dreaming and fantasizing about this moment for weeks, and knew exactly what I wanted to do.

The other team mothers and I did our best to control the chaos, but it was a losing battle. Twenty-two 17- and 18-year-old testosterone fueled athletes fresh off a championship win were a force of nature not to be reckoned with.

There was horseplay at the pool, an unsanctioned football game ranging though the parking lot, and someone had managed to score a six-pack of beer. At one point the boys settled down long enough to gather together for a tribute to their coach. Cameron, one of the captains, made a nice speech, thanking Coach McGowan for all his hard work and for leading them to victory. Then they all turned and mooned their esteemed coach in unison. It spoiled an otherwise heartfelt moment, but I have to admit it was a lovely sight to behold.

After that touching testimonial, they went wild again. It wasn’t long after dark before the motel manager had received enough complaints that he began threatening to toss us out. We managed to corral the boys into their respective rooms, and things generally calmed down. The coach and the mothers took turns patrolling the grounds, watching for anyone sneaking out of their room with havoc on their mind.

It was after 1:00 a.m. before all was quiet and I was able to return to my room. I was exhausted. Up late last night, screaming and cheering through the whole game today, then wrangling that mob for hours on end—I didn’t know if these old bones of mine were up for another round with my horny guys.

Whether I was or not, I needed a shower either way.

The hot water reinvigorated my tired muscles, and my thoughts filled with images of the filthy and depraved things I’d done with the boys over the past two nights as my hands roamed over my wet body. I squeezed my tits and pictured the look on Michael’s face whenever he stared at my chest. When my hand rubbed over my pussy I remembered Cory’s tongue on my clit. I slipped a finger into my soap-slicked asshole and fantasized that it was Brandon’s long cock.

Needless to say, by the time I was finished with my shower I was more than ready to sneak into the boys’ room and resume our naughty games. I slipped into the special items I’d brought along, then pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt over top of my outfit, and headed next door.

As I unlocked the door to their room I could hear music inside. I ducked in and found them still celebrating.

Michael was dancing around in nothing but a jock strap that snugged his chubby buns oh so deliciously. Brandon was naked except for a pair of complimentary motel shower caps: one on his head, and the other on his penis. Cory was wearing a captivatingly tight pair of boxer-briefs, along with his shoulder pads and helmet. But I have to say, my son took the cake. He had on a t-shirt and the thong I’d left in their room last night. Boys will be boys.

They all cheered when they saw me come in. I just shushed them and went straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. While I was in there shedding my sweats, I heard the music being turned down and the distinctive sound of several high fives being exchanged.

I stepped out and dramatically struck my sexiest pose. The boys stood and gaped. I had on a pair of sleek black high heels, black thigh-high stockings, and a lacy black panty and bra set. The panties were crotchless, and the bra was a little peek-a-boo number that conspicuously displayed my already hard nipples.

Even Evan was gawking—and he’d seen me all sorts of skimpy lingerie. I did a slinky turn so they could get the full effect.

“What do you think, fellas? You up for one more award ceremony?”

“Holy mother,” Michael whispered. “Mrs. Chase, you look…”

“Fucking awesome!” Brandon finished.

“No lie, Mrs. C,” Cory spoke up as he pulled off his helmet to get an unobstructed view. “You’re looking like something out of Playboy. Better, actually.”

“Shit, Mom, it doesn’t get any hotter than you right now.”

“Aw, shucks, guys.” I covered my dark nipples with my hands, feigning shyness. “You’re all just saying that to make an old lady feel good.”

“No, really, honest, super hot,” they all assured me at the same time, enthusiastically talking over one another. I noticed Brandon’s shower cap rising noticeably, and I went from hiding my nipples to pinching them. I couldn’t wait to get those young cocks inside of me.

“Are we really going to fuck?” Brandon blurted out. As before, the other guys yelled at him and smacked him around for being disrespectfully crude. I actually thought it was kind of cute.

“Well, this is our third date,” I said coyly. “And I always give it up on the third date. So, if you boys want to fuck, my pussy is wet and willing.”

For a second I thought Brandon was going to pass out. The temperature in the room jumped several degrees and they all exchanged “can you believe this shit is really happening?” looks with each other.

Their excitement was contagious and I could feel the butterflies flittering in my tummy.

“Raise your hand if you want to do me right now,” I prompted them. Everyone’s hand shot up except for Evan’s. Michael grabbed Evan’s wrist and raised his hand for him. Evan didn’t resist. “Alright, then, the only thing that’s left to sort out is who gets to go first.”

“We could draw straws,” Brandon offered.

“That doesn’t sound very sexy.” I bit my lip, as if trying to think up another method. I had, of course, been dreaming and fantasizing about this moment for weeks, and knew exactly what I wanted to do.

“Another kind of contest?” Michael proposed.

“Yes. Oh! I got it!” I crossed my arms and leveled a stern look at them all standing there in a row. “Mommy says, stand up straight.”

They all looked somewhat confused.

“You must only do what Mommy says or you’re out. Mommy says, stand up straight.”

Each of them snapped to attention, suddenly realizing that this was my version of Simon Says. They awaited my next command.

“Let me see your cock.” Brandon flinched, but not enough to disqualify him this early. “Mommy says, let me see your cocks.”

The boys stripped out of whatever they had on and four beautiful young cocks sprang into view. They stood firm and proud, pointing straight at me. I could feel my wetness building as I paced in front of them.

“Mommy says, stroke your penis.” Everyone followed my command. “Very nice. Now play with your balls.” My son’s hand went to his nut sack. “Evan, you’re out! Go sit on that bed.” I pointed to the spot where I wanted him.

The rest of the boys were still stroking their shafts.

“Mommy says, play with your balls.” I watched them fondle themselves for several moments, enjoying the sight before continuing. “Mommy says, turn around.”

Once they were all facing away, I looked over at Evan and flashed him a big smile. He just shook his head at my irrepressible perversity and gave me a thumbs up.

“Bend over and spread your cheeks.” No one moved. “Mommy says, bend over and spread your cheeks.” I suddenly had my own, more graphic, recreation of the mooning the coach had received earlier. They looked adorable like that, and I could feel the power going to my head. I rubbed my soaking pussy as I admired this unique presentation before me.

“Mommy says, stand up straight. Turn around.” Nothing. “Mommy says, turn around.” My mind raced with the possibilities. “Mommy says, Cory come over here and lick my nipple.” I grabbed my right tit and presented it for him.

Cory quickly approached me and licked my long, stiff nipple. A tingle shot through me.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed, forgetting about the game for a second. “Mommy says, don’t stop licking my nipple.” His warm tongue ran circles around my excited nub. “Mommy says, suck it.” I reached down and took his thick cock in my hand, feeling its eager vitality. “Mommy says, suck me harder.” He quickly complied as I massaged his penis. His suckling became more passionate. I waited for the right moment. “That feels so good. Now do the other one.”

Cory went for my other nipple and instantly realized his mistake.

“Cory is out!” I gave his cock a consolation squeeze and sent him to sit on the bed next to Evan. “We’re quickly down to two. Who’s going to be the first one to slide his cock into my nice, soft pussy?”

Brandon swallowed hard. I could see how hard he was concentrating. I sent them both through a quick series of commands, having them do things like touch their nose, act like a chicken, or comically waggle their hard-ons back and forth. We were all having a good laugh at their antics, but neither one of them messed up.

I forced myself to adopt a more serious demeanor, and moved up to Brandon’s side. I got real close and whispered in his ear.

“Mommy says, touch my pussy.” Brandon put his hand between my legs. I could feel him shaking. “Mommy says, put your finger inside me.” I felt a pleasant shiver ripple through me as he clumsily located my hole and pushed his middle finger up in me. “Wouldn’t it be nice to put your cock in there?” He didn’t respond, not wanting to risk anything. I ran my hand down his back to his ass and kneaded one of his strong buttocks. “Mommy says, taste your finger.”

Brandon slowly drew his finger out of me and put it into his mouth. His eyes drifted closed and I could hear a moan deep in his throat. I kissed him on the cheek and moved around to Michael. I patted his smooth, round belly and then pinched one of his nipples.

“Mommy says, Michael kneel down.” He complied, and I turned around with my back to him. “Kiss my ass…Mommy, says kiss my ass.” I felt his lips on my backside. “Mommy says, lick my butt crack.” Michael’s tongue started at the middle and glided up to the top of my cleft. “Mommy says, lick my whole crack.” This time he started lower and licked the entire length. It was shamefully divine.

I bent over and put my hands on my knees. “Mommy says, lick my asshole.” Everything was quiet, and I didn’t feel anything. Had I pushed the game too far? I suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, and was about to give a different command when Michael’s hands parted my cheeks.

His warm breath caressed my sensitive pucker, quickly followed by his tongue. Michael enthusiastically ravaged my asshole with his lips and tongue. I had goosebumps all over. I looked up and could see Cory and Evan sitting side by side on the bed with their cocks in their hands, stroking away.

“Don’t get carried away over there you two,” I warned them as Michael’s tongue poked into my anus. “Your cum is mine tonight, and I don’t want you wasting any of it.”

They both slowed down.

“Oh God, that’s so good, Michael. You suck my ass so good!” My knuckles brushed his chin as I slipped two fingers into my pussy and began to fuck myself. “I love it! You’re driving me wild!” He was really going at it, and I was sure he wasn’t thinking straight at all by that point.

“Yes, Michael! I can’t take it anymore, I need your cock. Put it in me! Fuck my ass, Michael. Please, fuck my ass!”

He quickly stood up and was trying to get the head of his cock zeroed in on my asshole.

“I didn’t say ‘Mommy says, fuck me in the ass.’”

Michael blinked, trying to make sense of my taunting words, then he suddenly remembered the game. He instantly deflated and took his seat with the other losers.

“Looks like Brandon is number one!” I watched with giddy amusement as he cheered, pumped his fists in the air, and did a naked victory lap around the room all at the same time. “Alright, settle down, stud, and get on the bed.”

Brandon flopped onto the empty bed. I adjusted the lights in the room so it wasn’t so bright, but so that everyone could still see everything, then joined Brandon on the bed. I crawled up and snuggled in next to him. I traced my fingernails over his hairless stomach and chest, looking over him at the three naked boys sitting on the opposite bed watching my every move.

“This is going to be your first time, right?” I asked and gave him a little kiss on the lips.

“Yes, Mrs. Chase.”

“And you don’t mind having an audience?”

“Hell, no!” he answered immediately. “They’re my boys! Plus, I need witnesses who can tell me that this really happened. I don’t think I even believe it myself!”

“Oh, don’t worry, darling, I’ll make a believer out of you.” I kissed him again and gripped his cock. It was long and hard and ready for action. “How do you want it?”

“I don’t know…regular I guess would be fine.”

“Regular it is.” I rolled onto my back. “Climb aboard, lover.”

Brandon, full of nervous energy, positioned himself over me. I opened my legs and his hips settled in between my stocking-sheathed thighs. I reached down between us, parted the fabric of my crotchless panties, then parted the meaty lips of my pussy. I held his shaft and guided the tip of his cock to my opening.

“You feel that, Brandon? Right there?”

“Y-yes, Mrs. Chase,” he croaked.

“I want you to very slowly push your cock inside there,” I gently instructed.

He tentatively pressed forward. The head of his cock penetrated me and I felt a cold electricity race across my skin. It had been a while since I’d taken anyone’s virginity.

“All the way in, Brandon,” I fed the rest of his length into my pussy. “I want your cock deep inside me.” He pushed himself in as far as he could go. Then I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him into me even more. “How’s that?”

“It’s so soft and wet…and warm.” He was holding himself up and looking down between us. He wanted to see it all for himself. I could sense him wanting to pull back and start fucking me, but I held him tight.

“Not yet,” I told him. “Stay still and really feel it.” I didn’t want this to be over for him before it started.

I flexed my inner muscles and squeezed his cock with my pussy. He let out a shuddering breath. I pulled him firmly into me and gave my hips a small turn. This got a long low groan of pleasure out of him.

“Can you lick my nipple for me?” I needed to distract him a little before he exploded. Brandon hunched down over me and took my nipple between his lips. I carefully shifted my body rhythmically beneath him so his cock moved around deep inside of me without stimulating him too much.

“This feels so good,” he gasped. “Thank you, Mrs. Chase. Oh God…thank you…”

He was in his own world of delight, probably oblivious to his three buddies sitting only a few feet away watching him having sex for the first time. I was doing everything I could to be sure this would be a good memory for him when he looked back on it years from now. I wrapped my legs around him and dragged my nails up his back.

“If feels good for me, too, Brandon,” I said in a hushed voice. “Are you ready to really start fucking me now?”

“Yes, Mrs. Chase…I’m so ready.”

“Okay, then, let’s start nice and slow.”

He drew himself back and I felt the delicious sensation of his long shaft gliding out, followed by the welcomed push to refill the brief void it had left. His whole body was vibrating and I knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. Brandon gave me a few more full thrusts, each accompanied by an aching moan.

“That’s it, you’re doing perfect.” I set my feet on the bed and began humping myself up to meet his movements. “Faster…fuck me faster, baby.”

Like a wild thing unleashed, Brandon immediately increased his pace and was pounding his hard cock into me so quickly that my whole was bouncing up and down on he mattress. It was exhilarating! I held on for the ride and let him bang away.

“Oh yeah, oh fuck, my cock is in a pussy, I’m really fucking a pussy for real!”

“That’s right, Brandon, you’re fucking my pussy! Fuck me faster!”

“I’m going to cum!”

He moved to pull out, but I clamped onto him. “Cum inside me. Cum in my pussy, Brandon!”

“Oh shit! Ahhhh!” His face went a shade paler, and a full-body spasm jolted him as he filled my insides with spurt after spurt of fresh young semen.

“Breathe, baby,” I pulled him down on top of me and patted him on the back. “That’s it, nice big breaths. My goodness, that was a good fuck.”

“I don’t know if I did everything right…”

“You did it just right.”

“Am I supposed to make you have an orgasm now, or something?”

“We’ve got plenty of time for that later, but how about we let someone else get a turn?”

He blinked then looked over at the other bed as if just realizing we weren’t alone. The others were grinning back at him like a trio of Cheshire cats with raging hard-ons.

“Hey, guys! I’m not a virgin anymore!”

They all cheered for him. Cory leaned over and gave him a high five.

“Okay, big boy, get your cock out of there and make room for Michael.”

Brandon regretfully pulled out and flopped onto the other bed with a huge sigh of satisfaction. Michael climbed onto the bed with me, looking excited and nervous at the same time.

“How about you, Michael?” I asked as I removed my bra. “Are you a virgin, too?”

“I did it once, sort of. It was with a girl I met at a party over the summer, but it wasn’t that good.”

“Aww, poor baby.”

“Tell her what happened,” Evan snickered.

Michael gave Evan the finger. “Well…we were making out and everything was going good. She got on top, opened my pants, and sat on my dick. But then, after she fucked it like three times, she puked all over me, then bolted.”

Even though I’m sure the boys had heard this story before, they were all roaring with laughter at Michael’s misfortune. I guess that’s what friends are for.

“You didn’t even get a chance to finish?”

“Nah, for some reason I wasn’t in the mood after that.” He had to laugh himself.

“I promise I won’t throw up on you, Michael.”

“Cool.” He looked down between my legs. “Do you want me to get you a towel or something?”

“What ever for?” I asked in my most innocent tone.

“To, y’know, clean up, or something…”

“Michael,” I said seriously, “there’s a reason it’s called sloppy seconds.”

He considered his options for about half a second, then shrugged and climbed on top of me. The softness of his rounded edges was a nice contrast to Brandon’s hard angles. Michael used both hands to massage my naked breasts. I could feel the tip of his cock brushing against my lower lips while he built up the nerve to make his move.

“You’re so beautiful, Mrs. Chase,” he said with sincere appreciation.

“Thanks, Michael, but you don’t have to butter me up. You’re getting laid at this point whether you want it or not.” I pulled him down onto me. His stiff cock effortlessly found its way into my cum-soaked cunny hole.

“Whoa, Jesus,” was all he could manage as his penis became engulfed in warm flesh and a nasty mixture of slick bodily fluids.

While he didn’t reach as deep as Brandon, I could definitely feel the difference in girth. And his natural curve gave the sensation a pleasant twist. Michael adjusted so as not to put too much weigh on me, then began working his cock in and out.

“Your cock feels wonderful, Michael.” And I wasn’t just saying that to butter him up. Brandon’s was nice, but I was too preoccupied with how it felt for him that I wasn’t able to focus on my own experience. It seemed like Michael was going to hold out a little longer, so I was able to relax and enjoy the sensual treatment my pussy was receiving.

“This is amazing,” he groaned. “I want to do this every single day for the rest of my life.”

“You’ll have to check with my husband first,” I teased. The reminder that he was fucking a married woman seemed to spur him on.

I glanced over at my son to see how he was taking all this. He’d only ever seen me making love to his father before now, and I was worried that seeing me fuck his friends might be more than he could handle. Based on the steely hard-on, the dribble of pre-cum leaking down his shaft, and the big grin on his face, I assumed he was doing just fine.

I blew him a kiss and returned my attention to the boy ramming his cock into me.

“Do you like my pussy, Michael?”

“Yes…”

“Do you like fucking my pussy, Michael?”

“Yes…”

“Do you want to cum in my pussy?”

“Yes…yes…yes!” he yelled this out along with a series of long, hard thrusts, then he pressed himself into me as far as he was able and unleashed his orgasm. His whole body when stiff, and his face was locked in a grimace of sublime torture.

I caressed his sweat-moistened skin and waited while he absorbed every last sensation this experience had to offer. Muscle by muscle he relaxed and finally opened his eyes, looking down on me with grateful admiration. I drew him down to me and gave him a soft, lingering kiss. Even though we had three other horny naked teenagers watching us, it was a sweet moment.

“Alrighty, big boy,” I gave him a slap on the ass, “ride’s over. Cory, hop on!”

Michael gave one of my nipples a quick suck before climbing off. Cory rubbed his hands together as he waited for Michael to get out of the way, then took his place.

“Looks like I’m getting sloppy thirds,” Cory observed with a wry smile. He didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the idea of putting his cock in my pussy along with the gooey loads of his two good friends.

“Lucky you,” I said with a flirty giggle. I’d been thinking about this moment all day. I was looking forward to taking on Cory’s fat cock more than anything, and I noticed the butterflies were at it again.

“I don’t think we’ll be needing these.” He pulled my panties down. With my legs together, I lifted my feet straight up into the air so he could get my increasingly wet lingerie all the way off.

I was left in just my stockings and black high heels. I felt like a true porn star. I held that pose, giving Cory a chance to admire the view. He ran his hand down the back of my thigh, over both my cheeks, and gave my asshole a friendly tickle.

Cory moved in, took me by the ankles and opened my legs, then rubbed his cock along my juicy slit.

“You enjoying yourself so far, Mrs. C?”

“Mmm, yes I am.” I tweaked both my nipples as he kissed one of my calves without taking his eyes off me.

“You like fucking, don’t you, Mrs. Chase?” He shifted his hips so the head of his cock pressed at the opening of my well-used vagina.

“I love it.” Damn, this boy was getting me even hotter than I already was.

“You want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes, Cory, I want you inside me.”

He pressed forward by the barest margin. The very tip of his cock nudged into my hole, hinting at the pleasures about to come.

“You want my cock, Mrs. Chase?”

“Oh God, yes. Put your cock in my pussy, Cory. I need it. I need you to fuck my cunt with that fat cock. Please…”

Cory flashed a sinful smile upon hearing my increasingly lustful pleas. I hadn’t expected to have the dominant roles reversed like this, but I wasn’t thinking about any of that. All I wanted was that cock of his.

He rested my legs over his shoulders, leaned forward, and entered me. My breath left in a rushing gasp. Cory penetrated my pussy, slow and deliberate, delving deeper one exquisite inch at a time. There was a satisfying tightness. A delicious burn that came as my opening stretched to accommodate his thickness—something I hadn’t felt in many years. It was all so mind-numbingly glorious.

“All the way in, Cory…Ooo, just like that…”

He pushed until I could feel his pelvic bone crushing against my hard clit. With my feet in the air, and my legs pinned up over his shoulders, he was in complete control of me. I was reduced to nothing more than his compliant fuck-thing, and willingly so.

Cory pulled back, just as slowly as he had pushed his way in. There was a loud squelching noise and I felt a trickle of cum seep down over my asshole. He paused there, letting the anticipation of his re-entry build.

I could smell his body, strong and sharp. He hadn’t showered since the game, and the stink of his sweat mingled with the pungent tang of the hot mess brewing deep inside my pussy. The maid would certainly have a no problem figuring out what had gone on in this room as soon as she got her first sniff of this aroma tomorrow afternoon.

With perfectly timed suddenness, Cory plunged his cock into me. The speed and force jolted my body and it felt like a surge of adrenaline was shooting through me.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I cried.

With a determined set to his jaw, he began fucking me using firm, measured thrusts. His wide cock worked in and out of me and my high-heeled feet bounced above his head. I had felt an inkling of an orgasm in the near distance while Michael was doing me, but now it was undoubtedly on its way.

Cory bore down atop me, bringing my knees almost to my shoulders, and increased his pace. This slight change of angle completely altered the sensation he was giving me with his driving penis. Someone certainly taught this boy how to fuck a woman—and how to fuck her good.

Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and running in wet trails down his neck. His eyes were locked on mine, and the intensity would have frightened me if he wasn’t making me feel so good at the same time. A drop of his sweat fell from his brow and landed on my lip. I licked it up greedily, hungering to taste his manly flavor.

“I’m going to make you cum, Mrs. Chase.” It wasn’t a boast, but a blunt statement of fact.

“Yes you are,” I panted. “I’m going to cum all over your cock, Cory. Fuck me harder. Please fuck my cunt harder, Cory.”

The beat of loud, wet smacking noises from between my legs came faster and faster. The volume was nearly matched by the sound of three boys jacking off wildly within arm’s reach to my right.

“I’m going to make your pussy cum,” Cory repeated between clenched teeth. I could tell he was struggling not to orgasm too soon. He was trying to time it to match me.

“Almost there, don’t stop, keep fucking me…fuck me! Right there…I’m going to cum. You’re going to make me cum! AAAAHHHnnnngggg!”

I lost the ability to form words as my orgasm burst to life and sent me reeling. My cries mixed with Cory’s grunts, and I could almost feel his massive load being pumped into me in one powerful spurt after another. My body shuddered as a long series of lessening orgasms pulsed through my pussy over the next several seconds.

“Holy shit,” Cory muttered breathlessly. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life. I think I pulled one of my balls.”

“Maybe later I’ll kiss it and make it better,” I said in a motherly coo. “How does that sound, baby?”

Instead of answering he leaned down and kissed me, flexing his cock inside me as he did and adding the last of his sperm to the deposits of the other two. He eased off of me, and took a seat on one of the cots. I lay flat on the bed, floating comfortably in a euphoric haze.

I looked over at the other boys. Brandon had traces of fresh jizz shining wetly on his knuckles. Michael and Evan had restrained themselves, and were just lightly rubbing their erections.

“And what about our fourth place finisher?” I asked, looking at my son.

“I think the live show was enough for me,” Evan hedged.

“Everyone else got to have a nice fuck, honey. You should get a prize, too.”

“Like what?”

“Well, you can have what the rest of the boys got…if you want.”

The silence following my suggestion was so complete you could hear a pubic hair drop.

“I don’t think so, Mom. That’s taking this a little too far, don’t you think?”

I knew he was only play acting for the sake of appearances, but I really wanted to fuck him right in front of all his friends.

“I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, sweetie.” I traced my fingers lazily from my nipple, down across my belly, to the sweat-matted tuft of hair between my legs.

Brandon was the first to speak up. “C’mon, Evan, why not?”

“I realize we’ve done a lot of stuff on this trip,” Evan said, “but she’s still my mom, dude.”

“If it makes any difference,” Brandon said quietly, then cleared his throat as if unsure that he wanted to go on. “I want to have sex with my mom.” He paused, almost as if expecting the guys to jump in and tell him he was a sick bastard, or something. When they didn’t, he continued. “After my dad left, my mom lost some weight, and started doing more stuff to keep herself looking good, y’know. I mean, she’s not as hot as you, Mrs. Chase, but I guess she’s pretty sexy. I think about what it would be like to do stuff with her. She goes out on dates once in a while, but I’m pretty sure she hasn’t had sex since my dad left. She’s been acting kind of funny around me lately, sort of flirty and touchy, and now I’m wondering if she might maybe do something with me. If she wanted, I’d definitely have sex with my mother.” He swallowed hard and looked around at his friends. “I know it’s incest, or whatever, but I’m just saying…I wouldn’t pass up a chance like this if it was me.”

I was speechless. I never expected this in a million years.

“I got my first blowjob last Christmas from one of my cousins,” Michael confessed.

“What was his name?” Brandon joked nervously.

“Her name is Lisa. It was weird that we were related, but it made it better in a way.” He looked down at his erection held in his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I also spy on my older sister when she takes a shower sometimes. I think she knows that I do it, and lets me watch anyway. I jerk off to her just about every day.”

“Me, too,” Evan added with a friendly smile.

Next, all eyes turned to Cory, and he squirmed a bit under the pressure.

“Yeah, alright, what the fuck,” he sighed with resignation. “You know how I told you Mandy was a college girl that I was fucking last summer? Well, that’s not her real name, and she graduated college, like, ten years ago. She’s actually…um, she’s my aunt.”

“So that’s where you learned your tricks,” I deduced.

“Yep. My dad’s little sister. No one knows…except you guys, now. My dad would kill me if he ever found out.”

Everyone’s attention shifted to my son.

“So, there you have it, Ev.” Cory spread his hands. “I guess deep down, we’re all a bunch of freaks. None of us can say anything against you if you take a turn.”

“Go for it, Evan,” Michael chimed in. “You’d be an idiot to pass this up. Your mom is an awesome fuck.”

“The best I ever had,” Brandon added emphatically, making me laugh. “Seriously, dude, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t.”

Evan looked over at me, acting as though he wasn’t quite convinced.

“Come over here and fuck your mother, sweet heart,” I said and motioned him to me.

“Oh, what the hell,” he finally conceded, and there was a round of applause, whistles, and cat calls.

He joined me on the bed, and I had him lie on his back.

“Fourth place means there’s an added bonus,” I said with a wink. “Brandon, hand me the Doritos.”

He gave me the nearly empty bag and I fished out a chip. I placed it on Evan’s chest and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The other boys had no idea yet what I had in mind.

I stood up on the bed, stepping over my son with one foot so I was astride him. I was unsteady in my heels on the mattress, but I managed not to tumble over. I squatted down over him, my pussy hovering over his bare chest. Then I flexed.

Within seconds a torrent of spent semen spilled from my pussy, landing directly on the Doritos chip. I squeezed my inner muscles again, and more white goo flowed out of me and drizzled in a stream down onto my son’s chest. I strained, and several more dollops of jism plopped out and added to the pearly pool of ejaculate.

“I can’t believe you boys squirted all that cum inside my pussy,” I said as I stood up.

“Aw, no way!” Brandon blurted out. The other two couldn’t believe what they just witnessed me do and showed it.

I shuffled back a bit and squatted over Evan’s cock.

“Since you’re not sure about fucking your mommy, how about if mommy fucks you?”

I sat down on his hard-on and finally had my own son inside me. It felt like home.

Once he was buried all the way, I leaned down and took in the scent of the spreading mess I’d deposited on his chest. I reached out with my tongue and gave it a taste. It was salty, and warm, and unlike any other flavor one could imagine. It was delectable.

I began licking around the edges of the pool, cutting off any escaping trickles of spunk. I scooped up a big gob onto my tongue and took it into my mouth.

“Un-fucking-real!” Michael hooted.

“I just wanted to show Brandon how it’s done,” I said, then sucked up another wad of semen.

I began humping my son’s cock and slurping up the mixed puddle of cum from his chest by the mouthful. The slimy blend of the boys’ cum and my pussy juice coated my lips, and oozed over my tongue, and went sliding down my throat. This had to be the absolute nastiest thing I’d ever done in my life, and I was loving every second of it!

“Eat it up, Mrs. Chase!” Cory cheered from somewhere behind me. I bet he was getting a good view from back there as I rode my son’s cock.

I had swallowed the bulk of the thick cream and switched from sucking to licking. I drew my tongue across Evan’s sticky chest, making sure I didn’t leave any trace of my nasty treat behind. Once I was sure I’d gotten it all, I picked up the soggy chip in my teeth. I turned toward Brandon, and made sure he watched me eat it.

“Mmm…delicious,” I pronounced with a satisfied sigh.

“Wow, Mrs. Chase,” Brandon said still holding his prick tight, “you make it look so hot I almost want to try that again myself.”

“I’m sure it could be arranged,” I threatened. “But in the meantime, does anyone have any lube?”

The boys all looked at each other, shrugging and shaking their heads.

“I have some hair gel,” Michael offered.

“In that case, Brandon, go into the bathroom, get your dick wet, and soap it up. Okay, sweetie?”

“Um, yeah, okay…” He looked like he had questions, but he wisely decided to simply follow my instructions and hurried off to the bathroom.

“How you doing down there, darling?”

“So far, so great,” Evan responded.

“Let me know when you’re about to cum.” I began riding him with some added hip action, just the way I knew he liked it. I lowered my chest so he could suck my nipples as he fucked me. The look in his eyes told me how much this was blowing his mind. He never would have imagined that he would one day be doing something so forbidden in front of his buddies. I still couldn’t believe it myself.

“Your pussy feels so good, Mom,” Evan growled. “I can’t believe how wet you are right now.”

“Fuck Mommy’s pussy with that big cock, baby.” The headboard was whacking against the wall as I bounced my whole body up and down on his hard-on. It only took about ten seconds at that level of intensity before he was ready.

“I’m going to cum, Mom!”

As soon as I heard those words I hopped off, turned around and took his cock in my mouth. I caught it just in time. As soon as my lips slipped around his shaft, his balls clenched, and my son sprayed his load against the back of my throat. I sucked him until I had all he could give.

I looked up and had to stifle a laugh when I saw Brandon with a suds-covered dick emerging from the bathroom. We were ready for the grand finale.

“Cory, get up here and lie next to Evan,” I ordered.

He quickly did as I told him. I gave his cock a few sucks to make sure it was good and stiff then mounted him. It wasn’t as tight as earlier, but it still filled me to perfection.

“Michael, come around here to the other side of the bed.”

“What are we doing now?” Brandon asked in merry bewilderment.

“Well, Brandon,” I said looking over my shoulder at him. “It seems we have four cocks here, and I have three holes that need to be filled.” I spread my ass cheeks and licked my lips. “Are you in, or are you out?”

“I am fucking in!”

“Then get over here and put your cock in my ass.” I turned my head and found Michael’s cock bobbing directly in front of my face. I gave the head a quick suckle. “Evan, sit up facing this way so I can see you jerking off as you watch mommy take on all three of your friends at the same time.”

I stopped humping Cory and positioned myself to take Brandon’s cock. It took a few seconds for the boys to work out the logistics, but finally I felt a soapy prick poking at my asshole. I relaxed, and Brandon’s long, thin cock was sliding into my ass.

“Oh, sweet heaven,” I blurted out as the full impact of having a cock in my pussy and ass at the same time hit me. “I need to stay fairly still now, guys,” I informed them, “so you two are going to have to do all the fucking. For this to go right, it’s going to take teamwork, got it?”

I took Michael into my mouth while Cory and Brandon sorted out how they were going to coordinate their movements. I could see my son out of the corner of my eye taking it all in and stroking his cock, which was still wet from my pussy.

It was only a matter of moments before things began to fall into a comfortable rhythm. The four of us were functioning like a well-oiled fucking and sucking machine. Brandon pushed into my asshole, while Cory drew back from my pussy, then they reversed. Michael’s hands rested lightly on my head as slid his stiff penis in and out of my mouth, tasting the tang of sex on it from earlier. I needed just one more source of stimulation.

I arched my back a little more, lowering my dangling breasts until my erect nipples brushed Cory’s hairy chest. As the two of them jammed their cocks into my asshole and cunt, it caused my tits to sway. The sensation of my excited nipples sweeping back and forth over his muscular chest completed my depraved symphony of sexual delights to perfection.

I felt Brandon shudder behind me and grunt loudly.

Michael’s cock popped out of my mouth. “Don’t pull out Brandon,” I quickly instructed. “Keep your cock in my ass until I cum.”

“No problem, Mrs. Chase!”

“And Evan, when you’re ready, I want it on my face. Got it?”

“Sure, Mom.”

“You’re doing great down there, Cory. Fill my cunt with another one of those big loads of yours, okay?”

“Sure thing!”

I resumed sucking off Michael, and even managed to balance myself so I could reach up and fondle his balls as I did. Apparently, he was pretty near the edge already, and this put him over. His cock jumped and I was suddenly receiving another mouthful of warm semen. I swallowed it down, adding it to what I could already feel sloshing around in my stomach.

I looked over at my son. He was beating away at his penis like mad. He looked so cute when he masturbated. Evan stood and got close. I turned my face up, ready to receive his gift. With a few final strokes, he pointed himself at my face, his piss hole gaped open, and out spewed a fresh stream of cum. The first spurt landed on my cheek. I shifted so the next fell across my forehead, and the last bit flowed out over my nose and lips. God, I love the feeling of cum on my face. It feels so…dirty.

Watching me get a facial from my own son up close was enough to get Cory off. He broke from the coordinated cadence and pounded up into me hard and fast. Within seconds his face was contorted and his cock was unloading more sperm deep inside me.

I grabbed my son’s cock and rubbed it on my cum-covered face as I pushed myself down onto Cory’s fat cock.

“Get as far in my ass as you can, Brandon!” He repositioned for better leverage, and pressed himself into my asshole as much as he could.

The world melted away for me during the next few moments. The boy’s ceased to exist. They became nothing more than disembodied cocks to me just then. I felt them each in a kind of exaggerated reality. All my senses collided in slow motion. There was a moment of immaculate, silent peace where anticipation transformed into certainty.

And I came.

It was spectacular. I was keenly aware of Brandon filling my ass, the point of his hip pressing into my cheek, the tickle of his pubic hair against my crack, and his balls resting on the small expanse between my asshole and pussy hole. Cory’s thickness was penetrating me to its full extent, pulling my hole wide and surrounded by the soupy mix of his semen and my flowing juices. Michaels’ balls rested in my palm, loose and soft, his shaft slick with my saliva, and a bead of clear fluid poised at the tip. Evan, my dear son, had his engorged manhood laid against my face, his scrotum at my chin, the length of it along the side of my nose, the head at my brow.

I was able to grasp this myriad of individual pleasures in a split second, and combine them into a singular rapture of sensation and fulfillment.

And I came again.

It was as if my body had been seized in some kind of feedback loop of unadulterated ecstasy. Continuous signals of pure bliss radiated from my every orifice directly to my brain. My clit buzzed with unquenchable excitation.

And I came yet again.

With an almost frightening suddenness, the world came crashing in around me, and there wasn’t an ounce of energy left in my body. I collapsed in a delirious heap atop Cory, unable to do anything except gasp for air.

I was vaguely aware of Brandon’s cock sliding out of my ass. Next, Cory’s beautiful penis left my pussy. I was gently rolled over by several pairs of hands, and I was certain I’d never felt more relaxed before in my entire life.

“I…I’m going to take a little nap,” I heard myself saying. “If any of you boys still want to fuck…just go ahead and fuck me…if you want…” Then everything faded away.

I woke up and the room was dark. I could feel that my legs and feet were now bare. I was completely naked. I was lying on my tummy and someone was fucking me from behind.

He was being slow and gentle, taking his time and enjoying every stroke. I was pretty sure it wasn’t Cory, but it felt so nice I didn’t bother trying too hard to figure out who it was. I fucked him back and it was nearly five minutes before he emptied whatever was left in his balls in to me. I drifted away again before he pulled out.

When I was awoken sometime later, I was on my back. One of the boys was down between my legs sucking my pussy. It felt good. I could tell by his clumsy motions that it wasn’t Evan. I’d taught my son better than that. Whoever it was poked his tongue into my hole and probed around. I moved my hand down and fingered my hard clit. I masturbated myself to quick little orgasm while he worked his mouth around down there.

He climbed up on top of me and I knew then that it was Brandon. His cock glided easily into me. His breath smelled of pussy and semen.

“Did you suck all the cum out of my cunt?” I whispered into his ear.

There was a slight hesitation. “Yes.”

“So you like the taste of boy cum now, don’t you?”

“I got so turned on watching you lick all our cum off Evan’s chest. Please don’t say anything to the rest of the guys.”

“I’ll never tell.”

I floated in and out of a serene half-sleep. Brandon fucked me for some time, then pulled out and sprinkled droplets of cum all over my swollen pussy. He then crept down there and licked me clean. I don’t exactly remember falling back to sleep.

Someone was sucking on my nipple. I put my hand on his head and instantly knew it was my son.

“It’s almost morning, Mom,” he said quietly. “We need to get you back to your room.”

A tiny part of my brain knew he was right, but I just wanted to lie there and sleep—and maybe get fucked one more time. I opened my bleary eyes and could see naked bodies sprawled all around me. My crotch was sticky and sore—but it was a good kind of sore.

Evan helped me gather my things and get into my sweats. He led me to my room, ran a hot shower, stripped me back down, and got me under the steamy water. He joined me in the shower, washing me all over, paying special attention to making sure that my clit was squeaky clean. My stupor slowly lifted.

I let him dry me off, and then I watched admiringly as he toweled himself. He guided me to my undisturbed bed, pulled the covers back, and I climbed in.

“You can sleep for another forty-five minutes or so,” Evan said, “then we all have to get ready for the buses.”

“I don’t want to sleep,” I pouted.

“What do you want to do?”

“I want you to make love to me.”

“Seriously?” he chuckled, somewhat incredulous. “After everything you did last night?”

“What do you expect? Walking around my room all naked and hard like that…” I held my arms out for him. “Just you and me this time.”

He shook his head, once again amazed at my insatiable appetites. He slipped into the cool, fresh sheets and made tender love to me for the next forty-five minutes, easily bringing me to orgasm several times before releasing within me once more. The way he kissed me after, while still inside me, was the perfect finish to a perfect trip.

I wanted to talk to the boys the morning after, but during the hectic rush to pack and get on the road someone else always seemed to be around, and there wasn’t an opportunity. Even so, I sensed a difference in the way they looked at me. It wasn’t just a dirty secret we all shared any longer, but something much deeper. What started as a naughty game had turned into something more.

We had all crossed a threshold together, and each of the boys learned something about themselves as a result. And there was something different about them this morning. I wasn’t able to put my finger on right away, but when they passed by me as we herded all the boys onto the bus, I realized that they were the only four who carried themselves like men.

But maybe I’m building the whole thing up into more than it was. Putting all that sentimental stuff aside, one thing I know for sure is that for the next three months every time I masturbated the only thing I thought of was that trip, and my boys.

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