Dave came over at about 6pm that evening. Pete's mom was serving up the evening meal.

"Hullo, Pete. Hi Mrs Williams!"

"Hello David, would you like some dinner?"

"That would be great Mrs Williams, you're a wonderful cook. I wish my mom was as good as you."

Dave winked at Pete, "Don't you wish my mom was as good as your mom? Would you like to fuck my mom, Pete?''

"David, please don't encourage Peter - he has enough bad thoughts in his head without you putting more in there."

Pete was feeling a bit embarrassed by the two of them, his mother and his best friend. Neither of them had done anything particularly wrong, and neither of them had done anything to hurt him - in fact, since discovering their little secret, he had got to fuck his own mother and gotten a wonderful blow job from her as well. He didn't really have much to complain about, except that he did feel they were trampling over his own feelings without much consideration.

"Peter knows that I'm fucking you, so there's no need to be shy about it!" Dave said, "I expect he has been thinking about fucking my mom too, probably he's been jerking off thinking about it, haven't you, Pete?"

"Sure Dave, I'd like to fuck your mom up the ass, would you like to watch that?"

"Sounds fair, Pete. Mrs Williams, can I fuck you up the ass too, please?"

"No, David and stop talking like that, you know I don't like it up there. Now, both of you behave properly, especially at the table. I really don't believe this conversation, it's like some kind of bad porn story. Normal people don't talk like this, not at dinner, anyway."

"Sorry, Mrs Williams ... maybe after dinner?"

Shirley couldn't help giggle a little. Dave was young, horny and cheeky. He was also very natural with it, not at all awkward like others his age, not like Peter, for example. She shouldn't encourage him, but to do it a little was fun although a little dangerous.

"Maybe after dinner, Dave!"

The boys behaved themselves through the meal, Dave being especially polite and flattering. After dinner, Dave offered to do the washing up and Peter, who normally avoided such chores felt obliged to help him. Shirley thought what a good influence he was over her son, but a feeling between her thighs soon reminded her that Dave's influence was rather mixed.

Dave did not waste much time. After the washing up was done and the table was cleared, he grabbed Peter's mother from behind around the waist and with his right hand reached up under her skirt and felt her wet slit. It was wet and slippery, it was always wet for him; he pushed the thin fabric of her panties up into her. She gasped, feeling his rough handling on her sensitive clit. Dave moved his left hand up to her right breast, giving it a squeeze through the thin fabric of her blouse.

"No, David, not in front of Peter!"

"Pete likes watching you getting fucked, Mrs Williams. He knows I am going to fuck you and he'd be much happier watching, so let's have you bent over the table with your panties off, all ready for my big meaty cock."

"No, David!"

"Yes, Mrs Williams, you know you want to get fucked, and I even think you want your son to watch you. Come and help me, Pete, you can have her when I've finished."

"No, Peter!"

Peter grabbed his mother's arms and helped Dave hold her forwards over the dining room table. "I'm sorry, Mom, but Dave's idea seems much better to me,'"

".. and I get to fuck you afterwards," he whispered in her ear. "In fact we all get to fuck - Dave's right; I'm sorry. Fucking my mom is a lot better than not fucking my mom."

"Of course, I'm right," said Dave, lifting her skirt and pulling Shirley's panties down, letting her reluctantly step out of them, her upper body still held facedown on the polished woodgrain of the table. "Your Momma needs to get fucked and it will take two of us to do it properly."

Pete looked at the soft pink white curve of his mother's buttocks and wished that his hands were free to feel them, but she was still struggling, although Pete thought she could easily have struggled harder if she had wished to.

"Hold her there, Pete, while I get my cock out."

Dave undid his jeans and dropped both them and his boxers to the floor. His cock was stiffening already but he gripped it close to the head stroking it to stiff hardness. Pete noticed that it was big, bigger than his, about 8 inches and broad across. He was getting excited too, thinking of watching Dave's thick cock entering his mother's pussy.

"No, Dave, not like this, please Peter, please! No!" Neither of them listened. Both knew, correctly or incorrectly, that she wanted this.

"I'm going to fuck you Mrs Williams because you are a sexy old slut and I want to spunk inside you. Dave wants to fuck you because he is a little perv who likes to fuck his momma!"

"I like to fuck my Momma!" said Pete, who enjoyed how nasty the words sounded, although he felt a little foolish after he had heard himself say them.

"Oh Peter!" She said, "this isn't right," though she was still enjoying the attentions of Dave, behind her, who was rubbing his thick cockhead along her wet slippery fuckhole.

"Oh God, Dave," she said, "stop teasing and put it in, NOW!"

"I hope you're enjoying this Peter," she said, resigned to what was happening to her.

Dave gripped her hips and thrust deep up inside her.

"Pete just wants to get inside your cunt, Mrs Williams, and fuck you like this. I can't say that I blame him, my cock feels fantastic inside you!"

His mother had stopped struggling now, so Peter relaxed his grip on her arms and undid his trousers. His cock had felt uncomfortable inside with its growing stiffness and it was a relief to have it out, free to stiffen further in front of him. Although he wasn't sure that he was doing the right thing at all, his cock stiff and ready was saying that everything was very very good and his conscience was making a big fuss about nothing.

Dave had moved forward pushing his thick cock inside Shirley's wet vagina, she felt herself opening up to him. Dave could feel her internal muscles gripping him, drawing him further into her. He thrust hard and deep, Peter watching it going in up inside his mother's snatch.

Peter stroked his cock, watching his friend penetrate his mother suddenly, making her gasp, his balls pressed up tight against her inner thighs. Then he watched him slowly pull out and thrust back deep inside her again, making her gasp again, but quieter.

"Your cunt feels great around my cock, Mrs Williams, Pete can see how it takes my full length inside. Your tight wet cunt grips my cock so wonderfully. Pete can see how much you like it."

"Gosh, yes, Mom, my cock is so stiff watching you getting fucked like this. Fuck her harder, Dave!"

"You naughty boys are always so horny, Yes, Dave fuck me harder - I want your cum inside me! Peter, when Dave has finished, I want you to fuck me too."

"Yes, Mom, I want to fuck you like Dave's fucking you!"

"You're a real slut, Mrs Williams!" Dave was ramming his cock into her hard and fast and she was gasping feeling his cock big inside her, his body forcing her upper thighs hard up against the wooden tabletop.

"Yes, Dave, fuck me real hard Dave, treat me like your slut, show Peter how to fuck me properly."

But Dave was not finding fucking Pete's Mom so easy over the dining room table. Although the idea had excited him at first, he realized that it was not as comfortable as he would have liked, and he couldn't play with her breasts which he always particularly enjoyed.

"Pete", said Dave, "help me get your Mom onto the sofa, I think we can fuck her much better there and we can play with her tits, too."

Peter took her upper body while Dave lifted her ass and legs. It felt strange manhandling his mother like this. Shirley did not resist, but neither did she help in any way - she just allowed her son and his best mate carry her over to the big sofa. She preferred it there, too, but she wasn't going to say that. She enjoyed the sexual eagerness of the two boys and being used in this way as a sex object. It was like being raped, but in a very non-threatening non-violent way.

Shirley lay on the sofa with her legs open showing the boys her wet open fuckhole and allowing her son's friend to position himself to enter her again. Pete had her blouse open and his hands on her tits; she had her hand around his cock, not encouraging him, but still excited by how stiff her son had become watching her getting used like this, waiting for his turn to use her so shamefully. She felt him tweak her nipple and then bend over to suck on it.

"You're the best, Mrs Williams." said Dave slipping his cock deep up inside her for the second time and getting into a good fucking rhythm, "what a shame you don't like it up the ass."

Young boys were not so good on conversation, thought Shirley, so she just lay back and enjoyed the sexual attention from the two of them.

She got lots of attention and she did get fucked by Pete. Pete's technique was nowhere as good as Dave's and his cock was not as big, but knowing that it was inside her thrilled her more than any physical sensation ever could and knowing that his cum had been ejaculated inside her womb was more exciting than anything she could ever imagine.

* * * *

"Do you really think I could fuck your Mom?" said Pete.

"I don't know," said Dave, " but just try talking to her - it worked with your Mom."

"But what would I say?"

"Don't be too bold, be a bit shy and evasive, but talk - always talk, and test boundaries."

"I don't know what you mean."

"I got into your Mom's pants talking about you - just make it intimate and personal. You're a young guy trying to understand your sexual feelings. I think Moms might like that, especially being taken into a young chaps confidence."

Pete thought about it. It made some kind of sense.

"You wouldn't mind me fucking your Mom?"

"Unlike you, Pete, I don't have any desire to fuck my mother, but I really get turned on by the thought of you getting your cock inside her - go for it, but don't forget to tell me what happens."