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CHAPTER 13)

One evening at dinner, Mom told us that she was going to go out to a movie with another mom. She's done this a few times before, and I never gave it any thought. But knowing what I know now, I wondered if that's what she was really going to do. I checked out her clothes before she left the house: she had on a frumpy heavy sweater – but I know that trick of hers now. She also wore one of her shorter casual denim skirts, with no hose, and high-heeled shoes. The skirt might be explainable, but it was the shoes that made me suspicious. They were a little too flashy and uncomfortable for a casual movie outing.

I told Dad that I was going over to a friend's house. I got in my car right before Mom left the house, and parked around the corner, waiting for Mom to leave. She whizzed by me and I followed her. It wasn't too hard to tail a minivan, but I did worry that she would recognize my car if I accidentally got too close.

Mom didn't go pick up her friend, who only lived a few blocks from us, and she wasn't heading towards the local Cineplex, either. I was beginning to think my suspicions were correct. We live in a very middle class, very white town, but there is a seedy side near the old downtown industrial area. That's where Mom drove to.

Mom slowly circled one block of closed and boarded shops and a liquor store and a bar. The second time past she parallel parked the Minivan. I had to hurry back around the block to park about five spaces behind her. I could still see her in the car. She had removed her coat, and was pulling off her sweater. Knew it.

Mom exited the van with her purse and no coat. Besides the shorter denim skirt, she was wearing a white sleeveless sweater. It was real cold out. She walked in my direction, and I had to duck down a little. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra under the sweater. Her dark fat nipples were visible to the whole block under the streetlights, and her heavy jugs bobbled noticeably. She almost looked like a hooker to me.

Just before Mom got to my car, she stopped at a dumpy-looking bar, and entered it. I couldn't go into the bar, but I was dying to know what Mom was doing there. I decided to sit tight for a while. I looked around. I was now the only white person I saw on the street. I was a little nervous about being there.

I waited. Clearly she wasn't coming out right away. Black dudes young and old entered and left the bar, dressed up and dressed down. A couple of women, too. But no white people.

It was about thirty minutes later when she exited. She looked back, and a black guy was leaving with her! He was maybe middle age; about as tall as my statuesque mom, but pretty well built, wearing a sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off, and black baggy pants.

Mom had a smile on her face. The guy was expressionless. But he took Mom by the arm and led her down the street. They didn't go far. They turned down an alleyway just a couple of shops down from the bar. I pulled my sweatshirt hood over my head, exited my car, and headed toward the alley.

There were other people on the street, but nobody paid me any attention. I peered around the corner into the alley. Mom and the dude were standing halfway down the alley. Between them and me was a dumpster. I walked into the alley and hid behind the dumpster.

From the streetlights coming from either end of the alley there was plenty of light for me to see him slowly take one look around. Then he stood before Mom, unzipped his pants, and dropped them along with his boxers. Mom dropped to her knees in front of him.

Mom stroked his jet-black cock with her white hand. Mom said that I was well endowed! This dude put me to shame. He was long and thick.

The Dude grabbed the back of Mom's head, and pulled it to his crotch. Mom opened her mouth wide, and stretched her lips around his cock. She sucked on it rapidly while palming his balls. The Dude had no expression on his face while Mom gave it everything she had. Shit, I thought, my mother sucks black cocks in alleys!

The Dude grabbed Mom's hair, and mumbled something. Mom let the cock slide out of her mouth, and stood up. The Dude grabbed her shoulders, spun her around, and pushed her against the alley wall. With her legs spread and her hands up against the wall, she looked like she was going to be frisked.

The Dude stood right behind Mom. He calmly grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, and lifted it, bunching it up around her waist, exposing Mom's shiny red thong panties! From the side I could see some of her bare ass.

Dude grabbed the sides of her thongs, and yanked them down Mom's hips to her knees, and from there they fell on their own to her ankles, where Mom kicked them off of her right foot, leaving them bunched up around her left shoe.

The Dude aimed his hard cock at Mom, and worked it into her pussy. I wondered if it would all fit. Apparently I had nothing to worry about, since it only took him a couple of thrusts to shove the whole length of his cock into her pussy, and begin humping away on her.

Over the din of the street noise behind me, I could hear Mom letting out little squeals with each thrust. Her head was thrown back, her mouth was open, and she appeared to have a pained expression on her face.

For his part, The Dude looked so relaxed, almost disinterested, like he was folding his laundry or something. He was humping her hard and fairly fast, but with no apparent effort or emotion on his face, like he'd done this a thousand times before. He did lift up Mom's top, bunching it up under her armpits, exposing her bare tits. He reached up and grabbed both of them, and squeezed them hard and shook them rapidly. Mom's body was in shadows, but I could still see the difference in color between her pale tits and the ebony fingers that were squeezing them.

Dude crouched down just a little to get a good angle on Mom's pussy, but with her long legs and hi heeled shoes her ass was pretty high up in the air for him. He released her tits and grabbed her hips.

I could hear flesh slapping together, and could see Mom's ass flesh rippling and shaking when the big ebony body slammed into it. Mom's head was writhing around as she squealed.

It didn't take long. The Dude stopped, withdrew his cock from Mom, and hosed white sperm onto Mom's back and ass crack. He wiped himself off on her ass, and casually pulled up his pants. Without a word to Mom, he slowly sauntered by my hiding place by the dumpster, and out of the alley. Mom took a minute to compose herself, still leaning against the wall, with her head hanging down, panting. Shortly she pulled her shirt back over her tits and her skirt down over her ass. Somehow her panties had fallen loose onto the filthy alley asphalt, and Mom just left them there. She walked unsteadily back down the alley. I felt protective enough to watch her to make sure she got to her van all right. Then I went back to the alley, put Mom's dirty red thongs in my pocket, and headed to my car.

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I didn't confront her with it right away. I waited until we were completely alone. I also needed some time to think about it. But I knew that I wanted to fuck her really, really bad. And I knew that there wasn't much she could do to punish me if she didn't like my approach. I wasn't planning on raping my mom, but I decided to be very insistent in getting what I wanted.

It was a couple of evenings later. My dad and my sister went to Best Buy after dinner, leaving me alone with Mom. Mom was in the kitchen doing the pots and pans in the sink. She was wearing some tight blue jeans, along with a white turtleneck sweater. Her sleeves were rolled to do the dishes. I was wearing sweatpants and boxers, and a black t-shirt.

I came up behind her and grabbed her by the hips. I moved my arms around her waist, and goosed her.

"No, Honey, don't," she said, and she took my hands off of her.

I reached into my pocket, pulled out her soiled red thongs that she left in the alley, and tossed them onto the counter.

Mom stopped and looked at them for a minute. She looked back at me, and back at the panties. "What are those?" she asked.

"They're your thongs."

"I don't wear thongs. Where did you get them?"

"You left them in the alley the other night."

"I did no such thing. Why do you think they're mine?"

"I saw you drop them there. You know, right before the big black guy fucked you from behind."

Mom dried off her hands and turned around. But I kept her trapped against the counter. "Have you been following me?"

"Oh, a little. I had a hunch you weren't going to any movie with any girlfriend."

There was a moment of silence. Then Mom said, "What do you want?"

"I want what the black guy got."

"Oh no! NO!" Mom sighed, then turned around and started washing pots again. "I'm NOT going to have sex with my own son. No!"

I put my hands back on her hips, and goosed her a little. "Yes you are."

"No, Brad, no. It's immoral and illegal. They could throw me in jail."

"Fucking and sucking black guys in public alleyways is illegal, too." I moved my hands up her stomach, up her chest. I grabbed her breasts. She was wearing a bra, a thin one.

"It's wrong, Brad," she said, but she didn't move away or stop my fondling. I lifted her sweater up at the sides. When I got to her bra, I lifted that, too. Her tits fell out of the cups. I left her sweater and bra bunched up over her exposed tits, and squeezed her naked jugs. Mom stopped doing dishes. She let out a loud sigh.

I unsnapped and unzipped her jeans in front. I stuck my right hand down inside of her panties. I rubbed her pussy mound over the lawn of hair. Again she sighed.

I grabbed her jeans at the sides, and tugged them down over her butt. I took her turquoise panties down along with them. Her bare ass stuck out as she was bent slightly over the counter. I tugged her pants and panties down past her knees, down to her ankles. Mom stepped out of them.

I tugged my own pants and boxers off, and stepped out of them. Mom looked back, reached behind her, and gave my hard cock a few strokes.

I returned to her naked pussy, and rubbed her mound. I worked a finger inside of it. Mom was plenty wet.

I took put my hands on my own cock, and aimed it between Mom's legs. Mom's hand guided it to her pussy lips. I felt it slide around her hair. I found her lips, and thrust the head in. Once the head was in the warmth and wetness, it was easy to glide the whole shaft inside of Mom's pussy.

"Uhhhhhhggggghhhh!" Mom groaned. She put her elbows on the counter, and thrust her butt back in my direction. I felt my bare hips press into her smooth warm ass. It felt great.

Mom was panting as I pumped into her. I was gentle at first, with a medium tempo. Once I got comfortable, I reached around her and squeezed her hanging tits roughly, tugging on her long fat dark hard nipples.

"Ohhhhhhh, Brad!" Mom moaned. "This is SO hot! Ohhh, Lover!"

I thrust harder. Our flesh made a slapping sound as we met. I thrust harder just to hear that sound.

"UUHH! Yeah! Yes! Harder, you young stallion!"

I did fuck her harder, and faster. Mom wiggled her hips from side to side. Her cunt muscles contracted and relaxed around my slippery cock.

"OOOOOHHHHHHH!"

We got out of rhythm, and my cock slipped out of Mom's pussy. Mom took the opportunity to turn around and face me. With her feet spread out wide on the floor, she leaned back against the counter, grabbed my cock with her right hand, and guided it back into her pussy. I grabbed her hips and thrust into her.

It felt nice having Mom's long naked thighs pressed against me. I pumped upwards into her, watching her smile at me. Mom leaned down a kissed me. My tongue and my cock were both inside of Mom. I grabbed her bare ass and squeezed both cheeks.

"Mmmmmphhhhhh!" Mom groaned into my mouth. I reached up and my hands found both of her soft naked tits. I squeezed them, and tugged on her hard nipples.

"OHHHHHH!" Mom groaned, between rhythmic panting.

I kissed my way down her neck, and tongued her cleavage. I worked my tongue and lips over to her right nipple, licking and sucking it. Then I alternated sucking both of her long fat hard nipples.

"Come here, Brad, over here." Mom broke off fucking. She backed her naked body into the kitchen table. She laid on her back among the newspapers and mail that Dad had left there. Her legs dangled off the end, and she beckoned me to stand between them. Again I slid my slippery cock inside of her.

This position gave me a better angle to fuck her. Mom wrapped her thighs around me as I pumped hard. One great advantage was to watch Mom's big tits shake and bobble as she lay on her back. Whichever way her body was moving, her tits moved the other way. The big melons danced for me in ways that I'd never imagined before.

Mom watched me fuck her, with a big smile. "OHHHH! This is SO SEXY!" she cried.

Soon her smile and open eyes turned to closed eyes and a pained look. "UH! UUUNNNGG!" She started gyrating from side to side, clamping her thighs around me hard. I had trouble staying in her. "OOOOHHHHHHHHH!" Her fingers grasped the edges of the table, her knuckles white. "OOOHHHHHH!" "UNGGUUNNGG!!!"

She finally threw me right out of her. She sat up. "Come with me quick, I want to hold you!" She grabbed my arm and hurried me to the couch in the family room, which was only a few feet away. Mom was reeling, half stumbling. She fell on her back out the couch, and pulled me down to her. I climbed between her legs, reinserted, and laid on her chest.

Mom panted and grunted in my ear as we fucked hard and fast. Soon she was flopping all over again. Her thighs had me in her grip, her ankles crossed to keep me inside her. I was being thrown all about the couch. Mom's a big, strong woman.

"This is the BIGGEST FUCKING TURNON!" Mom grunted. "UNNGG HUNNNGGGG!" she grunted. I pumped as hard as I could, my balls slapping against her.

Mom bucked both of us off the couch, and we landed with a thud on the carpet. Mom wouldn't let go, and I fucked her on the floor.

I couldn't hold out any longer. As Mom jerked and spasmed and growled, I shot jizm deep into her pussy. Gallons, it seemed. Forever.

When we were done, I laid on top of her, still inside of her, while we panted and sweated together.

Then we heard the car door. Dad and my sister were home. We bolted off the carpet, and scurried around the kitchen to grab clothes and underwear, leaving the rooms disheveled. It was funny to watch Mom run down the hall and up the stairs naked, holding her clothes. I hurried down to my room to get dressed, just as my dad was opening the door from the garage. He just missed his wife being a dirty incestuous slut.

CHAPTER 14)

There was a pep rally at the end of the school day, and I decided skip it and sneak out early. There were always a couple of cars parked out in our street, but there seemed to be a few extra cars in the vicinity of our house. I didn't think much of it, though. Mom's van was in the garage, with the garage door open.

Entering the house through the garage, I expected to find Mom, who didn't have to work this day. I was about to head down to my bedroom, when I heard a noise upstairs. Sounded like men. Several of them. And a woman. Sounded like a party up there. The loudest male voice sounded familiar, but it wasn't Dad's. I crept up the stairs.

I knew from experience that if I ducked into the bathroom opposite, I could see most of Mom and Dad's bedroom, including their bed. I crept into the dark bathroom, and peered around the door. The first thing I saw was Mom's face. She was sitting up at the foot of her bed. Then I could see that she was naked! Then I saw that there were other people naked surrounding her. And then I could see that her legs were spread, and a man's head was between them. THEN, I realized that guy was Mr. Msylewski, my hockey coach!

Coach M, as we sometimes call him, is a big man, a former pro hockey player, I'm told. His voice is naturally very loud. He's bald with some gray on the sides.

Coach M wasn't talking at the moment. As he ate Mom's pussy, she had two other older men standing on either side of her. The man on her right was standing at the edge of the bed, and he was reaching over and feeling her right tit, with both hands. The man on her left side was sitting on the bed next to Mom, and he was feeling AND sucking her left tit. And Mom was jerking off both of these guys. And then there was a fourth guy, kneeling kind of behind mom on her right, and he started making out with Mom.

One of the other men was Coach Ed. Coach Ed wasn't a pro coach, he was the dad of one of my teammates, and acted as assistant coach. He was also a big loud former jock, with a crew cut. The third man was my teammate Kenny's dad. He was shorter and heavier. The fourth was one of the dads that sits below my mom at the games, but I didn't know whose dad he was. He was skinny geek with greasy hair.

Everybody was completely naked. Mom was cooing and moaning. She hadn't been naked long, because I could still see the red line and indentations under her tits from her bra.

Coach M stood up, and pushed Mom onto her back on the bed. He grabbed her calves, and hoisted her feet up onto his shoulders. Then he stuffed his hard cock right into her hairy pussy, and pumped her. The other guys went back to feeling her jiggling tits and getting a blowjob from Mom. Coach M shoved his body into her hard, causing all sorts of noises from both the bed and Mom. I grabbed my cock and stroked it while watching my own mom get gangbanged by a bunch of dads I know.

Coach M made a growling noise and stopped fucking Mom. The quintet changed positions, with Coach Ed lying on his back on the bed with his legs hanging off, and Mom sitting on his cock with her back to him and her feet on the floor. She bent her knees and used her long legs to bounce up and down on the bed and on Coach Ed's cock in her pussy. I didn't even know you could fuck in that position! Mom's tits jiggled all over the place, flying up to her chin, and then crashing down again. Then they went in circles; the right one going clockwise, and the left tit moving counter-clockwise. But pretty soon two other guys grabbed her tits and started playing with them.

Mom was letting the guys know she was having fun. "Oww! Ohh! You guys are studs! Wowwww!" She reached out and grabbed two cocks in her hands.

I'm guessing that Mom felt Coach Ed cum in her pussy, because she stopped and rested as the others continued feeling her tits.

Kenny's dad lied down on the bed next, and Mom climbed on top of him and straddled his torso, with her tits hanging in his face. She slid down on his erect cock, and used her ankles as leverage to slide up and down on him. The Greasy Guy stood to her side, and she wrapped her lips around his skinny dick. Again her tits were jumping all over and getting felt as she stroked Coach Ed and Coach M back to life.

"Alright, let me get in here," said Coach M in his loud voice. He got behind Mom, between Kenny's dad's and her legs, and pushed Mom down on top of Kenny's dad, who still had his cock in Mom's pussy. Coach M took his slippery cock and aimed it at Mom's asshole. It took some time and some effort, but eventually he got his big purple dick head inside of her asshole. I couldn't believe Mom's little asshole could stretch that much. Mom grunted a few times, but also voiced encouragement to Coach M.

Coach M slowly slid his entire shaft into Mom's asshole, and began to slowly fuck her anus. Kenny's dad started to buck his hips again, and somehow the three of them got into a rhythm.
I was amazed enough that the three of them could fuck simultaneously. But somehow Mom contorted enough to turn her head to the side, and take Coach Ed's cock back into her mouth, and even move her head and neck enough to suck it in and out. The Greasy Guy had to settle for getting a hand job from Mom as the other three filled her crevices.

I'm surprised that the bed didn't collapse with all the moving and bouncing. There was continual grunting and groaning from all five of them.

I lost control, and came into some toilet paper. I watched a while longer as Mom took each of the men one by one. Then I slipped downstairs and out of the house.

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At the end of the hockey season, we were scheduled to have a lock-in party at the local ice rink, where our team was literally locked into the building all night where we would skate and party, and have a handful of parents chaperone us. That was already set up, and I didn't have anything to do with that. But I had something to do with who would chaperone us. Coach M, Coach Ed, Kenny's Dad, and Mom were the only four chaperones. More on that later.

Once everybody was dropped off at the rink and we were safely locked in, and nobody else could enter, we had a fairly regular, if light, hockey practice, in full padding and gear. The three dads ran the practice as usual. Mom sat just above our bench. Once she removed her coat and posed in a tight pink low-cut sweater and tight black miniskirt, distracting everybody with her big tits, long legs, and flirty smiles, the practice was less productive.

After the practice, the coaches ordered everybody into the locker room to change out of the expensive hockey gear. There was food and pop in the locker room, and after we ate there was going to be free skating. Or so that's what the coaches told the players.

But once everybody got into the locker room and started undressing, I escorted Mom into the locker room. Everybody got quiet, and stood in various states of undress, and various states of embarrassment, as Mom sauntered by them, shaking her ass and bouncing her big tits. She said, "Hi, boys," as she walked down the aisle between the lockers and the bench. Greg was standing in just a jock, and she let her hand slide over his bare as when she walked by him. Paul was naked, and she slid her hand over his cock, causing him to jump a mile.

The coaches were in their office. They could see us, but they couldn't leave their office. That was the agreement. I made up the agreement. OK, Mom contributed, but I approached Coach M about it.

I told Coach M who the chaperones would be, and what Mom would be doing there. And if any of my loudmouthed teammates let out later what Mom did, then Coach M and the other dads had to lie like hell to cover it up. And if they didn't do any of that, I'd tell all of their wives that I saw them fucking my Mom, and I had some wonderful cell phone pictures to prove it.

So now Mom was sauntering down the aisle, getting everybody's attention, looking the undressed eighteen-year-old athletes up and down approvingly, and drawing a crowd. I stayed in the back, watching her work. Some boys were embarrassed, some were in shock, and some whistled at Mom.

Mom slipped her shoes off, holding on to Kyle's arm as she did. Then she put her hand on his shoulder, and boosted herself up onto a changing bench. She stood on the narrow wooden bench, as the team gathered around her. There was already music emitting from my CD player that was on the food table. I turned it up. Mom started to dance to a medium tempo R & B tune. My teammates whistled and applauded.

Mom got her heavy tits shaking good in her tight pink low-cut cleavage-exposing sweater, and got her ass shaking in her short, extremely tight, black skirt. Her ass may have been a tad too big for that tight of a skirt, but certainly nobody was complaining, and I thought she looked fucking hot as hell! Her beige nylons made her long legs look great. Her tummy wasn't flat, but her tits stuck out way further than her stomach.

Mom isn't a great dancer, and she couldn't move her feet much on the narrow bench. But she spread her feet apart, which caused her skirt to hike up, swayed her hips back and forth, and put her hands up in the air. The catcalls got louder, the boys pressed in from all sides, surrounding her on both sides of the bench, some mere inches away from her body.

Mom started to grind her hips in a more brazen fashion, which not only looked sexy, but it made her big tits sway, and her exposed cleavage jiggle. She leaned over, and her cleavage swelled out of her bra, right in Marty's face. I couldn't see much of Mom from the waist down, but when the crowd parted slightly I could see that her skirt had hiked up enough to show the tops of her nylons, and expose her pink garters.

From the back of the room, I was the first to yell, "Take it off!" But others followed suit. Mom gave the boys a faux-scolding smile. But then she crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her sweater, and started to lift it. She'd only taken it several inches up her torso when the boys started to get louder. As she brought it up high enough to expose her pink bra, the noise echoed through the locker room. As she pulled it through her long brown hair and threw it into the crowd, and stood in her frilly pink push-up bra with her hands on her hips, the noise hurt my ears.

Next for Mom was her skirt. It didn't have a zipper or anything - it was just a thin stretchy tube, and now she was tugging the tight thing down her hips; first one side and then the other. When she tugged it down her ass and her thighs, she bent forward with her shoulders shrugged, letting more of her cleavage spill out of her bra cups. Then she was able to drop the skirt around her feet, and she stepped out of it, exposing her pink thongs and pink garters.

Mom danced in her underwear, shaking her bare ass at the boys behind her. Kenny even reached up and palmed her right cheek, and Mom smiled back at him. This encouraged other guys to reach up and touch hear ass and legs.

Mom dropped her left bra strap, causing more whistles. Then she dropped the right strap. She reached behind herself, arching her back, and deftly unclasped the three clasps on the wide back of her bra. Mom teased the anticipating guys by holding the bra over her tits, until they were practically frothing at the mouth. Finally, she pulled it away from her body, and let her big tits fall out naked.

Now it really did hurt my ears with all the hollering in the echoing locker room. Mom threw her hands up in the air, thrust her chest in and out wildly, and got her big jugs swaying slowly. She leaned forward, letting them hang over the crowd in front of her. Her dancing was slower and less crisp than some petite young dancer might display; but it was like watching a heavyweight boxer – the movements might be slower than a welterweight, but there was something about that big body that packed a serious punch.

Mom hooked her hands into her thong waistbands near her hips, and stretched them out in all directions, pulling up on them, as she thrust her hips out. Then she slowly pulled them down, and down more, until the top of her brown bush peeked out of the top. The boys in front were going nuts, being inches away, as Mom pulled down her panties, and let them see her full bush-covered naked pussy.

Mom danced in just her garters and nylons, her long earrings dangling, her makeup and hair still perfect. She turned around to let the guys that were in back see her front, and the boys in front see her backside. Her ass cheeks wobbled and rippled. Her jugs swayed and bobbled. My mature Mom had her flaws; some sagging; a protruding tummy; some stretch marks; but her beautiful face, D-cup hooters, and long legs made her a voluptuous sight for all fifteen of my teammates.

A couple more hands reached up and massaged her butt cheeks, and when she leaned over again to shake her tits, Lonny reached out and felt one. Mom just smiled, which invited more hands to reach up. Victor reached out and felt the furry pussy mound in front of him. Mom reacted by grabbing the back of his head, thrusting her pelvis out, and forcing Victor to lean over and burrow his face into her furry pussy. Victor wasn't intimidated; he seemed to be licking right into her pussy.

At that point the crowd was out of control, and hand were reaching in from all sides to grope, feel, and prod every part of Mom. That's when she climbed down off of the bench, and straddled it with one leg on each side. She motioned for Victor to sit on the bench with his face between her legs. Mom spread her legs wide, put her hands behind her on the bench for balance, and let Victor eat her pussy.

Various hands reached out and groped her tits. Mom reached out and rubbed some dicks. Then the dicks were exposed by their owners, and Mom was stroking them with two hands.

Mom lied on her back on the bench, with Victor still eating her out. She reached back up to stroke some cocks. Marty took it upon himself the lift one leg over Mom and the bench, straddling her, and sitting on her chest. He laid his stiff red cock between her big tits, pressed the jugs around his cock, and fucked her tits. While his dick head slithered in and out of her cleavage, Mom laid back and stroked two dicks. She pulled the dick to her left closer, turned her head towards it, and took it into her mouth.

The noise was general now, and the scene chaotic. Some guys, including me, were standing on adjacent benches in order to see the action. Most were standing on the floor all around Mom trying to get better looks, or feels, or to get in line with their dicks out.

Victor had his dick out and was sitting on the bench, lifting Mom's legs up over his shoulders, fucking her pussy while Marty kept fucking her tits. I got in position just in time to see Marty cum all over her tits, spurting thick white jizm all over her cleavage, chest, and neck. Shortly after that, the cock in her mouth came in Mom's mouth, and she wasn't able to swallow it all, and it leaked all around her mouth, leaving her with a cum goatee. Then with no warning the dick in her right hand shot several spurts of cum flying over two feet through the air, and landed on Mom's face and hair.

Mom got up and turned around. With one knee on the bench, Victor entered her from behind, and fucked her while she sucked a cock in front of her. Others reached under her and groped her hanging tits, while stroking their own cocks. Jim came almost immediately by his own hand, shooting his load on the side of Mom's tits.

I started to lose count on how many cocks entered Mom's pussy. Once Victor came in her pussy from behind, the guys started lining up to take her from behind. The ones that didn't fuck her got their cocks sucked by her.

After taking a number of cocks doggie style, Mom got up and climbed on top of somebody or other, and fucked him on the bench, sitting on him, using her knees and ankles to bounce on him, while taking still more cocks in her mouth and hands, and getting her tits played with and cum on. Her hair and makeup were starting to look disheveled.

About the third guy she took from the top, Mom got tired and laid down on top of him, sticking her rear up in the air. I was standing on the end of the same bench that Mom was on, and I saw her puckered asshole sticking out. Nobody had fucked her ass yet, and I never had either, and I wanted to be the first. I got behind Mom, pulled my cock out, pushed her down further, and slid my cock into her pretty much dry. It was easier than I'd thought it would be, and Mom moaned her pleasure.

Mom was taking it in the pussy and asshole, and still managed to turn her head and suck a cock. She was real good at getting into a rhythm that all of us could enjoy. It made me wonder how many time's she'd done it this way.

With my teammates cheering me on, I fucked Mom's tight ass in front of them, riding her from behind and thrusting faster and faster. I had been hard since Mom first entered the locker room, and so it wasn't going to take long to cum in her ass.

I blew my sperm into Mom's butt hole, and spilled some around her crack. I reeled off of her, put my cock away, and went to get some food and drinks while my friends continued ravaging my Mom.

After everybody had their turns with her, I saw Mom stumbling to the shower room. Much of the team followed her in there, and they all took turns soaping up Mom and getting soaped up by her. The feels and jack offs and fucking continued in the showers for quite a while.

The fucking and sucking continued all night, in various parts of the skating rink. At some point I saw Mom skating naked on the ice, with several teammates pulling her around the rink by her nipples, and Mom holding on to their cocks for balance. The fucking continued on the home team's bench, into the bleachers, and Mom really got it in the penalty box.

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After the all-night "skate," I didn't have to blackmail Mom into sex anymore. She still acted like my mom much of the time, with the usual curfews, punishments, complaints about bad grades, etc. But sex wasn't a problem usually when I really wanted it. Oh, we still played our little games. I'd catch her flashing her tits at the neighbor and I'd make her flash me; and I'd ask her what the guys at work had done to her that day and I'd do whatever they did.

But when I really wanted to fuck Mom, which was often, I'd find a way to do it, even if it meant taking a few chances, like the time we went camping and I fucked her sideways on the floor of the tent as Dad slept next to her; or the time I was fucking her tits in the bathtub when Dad came home unexpectedly and I had to hide in the tub until he fell asleep.

And each time I did it, I'd go back to my room, shake my head, and think to myself, "Damn, my mom is such a slut!"

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