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From: "The Rainmaker" <Brigadoon_8@nospamjuno.com>
Subject: {ASSM} My Mom, Mr. and Mrs. Williams, and then some...(MMF,FF)
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Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2005 22:10:02 -0400
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My Mom, Mr. & Mrs. Williams, and then some.


Chapter One


"Mom, what are you doing", I asked, gazing in amazement.



My mother looked up at me with glazed, watery eyes; it was obvious she'd 
been drinking.



"I'm trimming my bush," she said with slightly slurred speech.  "I'm going 
out tonight and I want to look presentable".



I stared at my mother in disbelief.  She was sitting at her vanity, her legs 
spread wide, with a pair of scissors in one hand.  She wore a black 
long-line bra that covered her mid-section; otherwise she was completely 
naked.  Her snow-white breasts were bulging out the top and I could see just 
a hint of areola and blue veins.



Ignoring me, she tossed the scissors back in the drawer and ruffled her 
fingers through what was left of her pubic hair.  I watched her slide her 
middle finger between the cleft of her lips and give her pussy a quick rub.



I'd seen my mother naked before; nudity was no big think in our house.  But 
there was never anything sexual about it.



"Bob and Mary Williams will be here any minute.  Be a dear and make them a 
drink; I'll be down in 10-minutes".



No sooner were the words out of her mouth than the doorbell rang.  I turned 
and bounded down the stairs, visions of my mother's naked crotch still vivid 
in my mind.



As I opened the door, I realized that I had a slight erection.  I'd never 
thought of my mother in a sexual way, but what I'd just seen had affected my 
16-year old brain.



Mary Williams is my mom's best friend, and a walking sexpot.  A slightly 
plump woman in her early 40s, with fiery red hair, she always wears 
revealing clothes; tonight was no different.  Her emerald green dress was so 
tight I don't know how she got into it.  The neckline was cut low, showing 
acres of well-tanned boobs, scattered with freckles.



She stepped through the door and threw her arms around me, mashing her chest 
against mine.  "Donald, you are such a handsome young man.  You look more 
like your dad every day".



I winced at the mention of my father.



My dad had died a year ago.  He'd been a very prominent attorney who, at age 
43, had a brain aneurysm and dropped dead on a golf course.



My mom had mourned for a year.  Though she'd declined any social invitations 
during that time, she had started to drink.  Now, a year later, her best 
friend had insisted that she get on with her life and accompany them to a 
party at the club.



As my mom's friend released me from her grip, she gave me a knowing look.  I 
think she felt my erection through my jeans.  "Yes", she repeated, "more 
like your dad every day".  The subtle meaning was completely lost on me.



As I shook Mr. Williams hand I was reminded of how different he was from his 
wife.  He was a tall, thin man, with a prominent nose and a baldhead.  He 
seemed quiet and proper, unlike his gregarious wife.



"Mom will be down in a minute.  May I make you a drink?" I asked, as 
instructed.



"Of course, you darling boy", laughed Mrs. Williams.  "Just a quick martini, 
very dry.  Let me show you how I like it".



She laced her arm through mine and dragged me to the bar in the den.  "Watch 
closely", she said as she crowded next to me.  I watched her pour a shot of 
vermouth into a silver shaker, and then dump it down the drain.



She was so close her right boob pressed against my arm.  She smelled 
fabulous, a mixture of soap and expensive perfume; I could feel my erection 
begin to swell again.



Next she filled the shaker with ice, and poured a copious amount of gin on 
top.  Then, turning to face me, she gave it a vigorous shake.  Her massive 
boobs quaked with every move.  I tried not to stare, but I just couldn't 
help myself.  She was teasing me, and she was enjoying it.



She removed the top from the shaker and, not bothering with a glass, took a 
long drink.  A small drop formed at the corner of her mouth, ran down her 
chin, and dropped onto her chest.  I looked down and watched it run into her 
cleavage.



I looked up at her face and our eyes locked as she gulped the drink.  Slowly 
she lowered the vessel from her lips.  Without saying a word, and never 
breaking eye contact, she took her manicured finger and dipped it between 
her breasts, and then offered it to my lips.  I opened my mouth and she 
swabbed my tongue.



I don't know what came over me; this incredibly erotic, older woman had me 
in a trance.  I closed my lips around her finger and sucked.  She pumped her 
finger in and out of my mouth three or four times, and then transferred her 
finger to her mouth, and repeated the gesture.



Just then, we heard my mother's voice, and the spell was broken.



"Where is everybody", we heard my mom call out.



"We're in here", Mrs. Williams called from the study, backing away from me. 
"I don't know where Bob went", she added.



I turned and looked out the French doors leading to the garden and saw Bob 
Williams standing at the window looking in at us.  In horror, I realized 
that he'd been watching his wife and me.



He opened the French door into the study and smiled, "I was just enjoying 
the scenery".  He walked past me without a saying another word, and headed 
for the front door.  "Let's go ladies, or we'll be late".



I watched them head out the door and climb into the Williams' Cadillac.  My 
mother was wearing a black skirt and red blouse.  Frankly, I thought she 
looked pretty hot.



After they'd left, I went back to the bar and made myself another martini, 
just like Mary Williams likes them.  As I tilted the shaker to my lips, I 
saw her lipstick smeared around the edge, and felt another erection.



I went back upstairs and walked into my mother's suite.  My mind was 
whirling and I wanted to relive some of what had happened in the last 
half-hour.  As I stepped into her vanity area the first thing I noticed was 
a pair of black panties lying right in the middle of the floor.  What was 
unusual was the way they were arranged.  The two round leg holes and crotch 
stared back at me.  It was obvious that she'd stepped out of them.  And then 
it hit me; my mother had stripped off her panties before she came 
downstairs.



She was on her way to a party, and wasn't wearing any underwear!  I felt my 
erection stiffen again.





I didn't actually hear my mom come home, but voices downstairs awakened me. 
I looked at my alarm clock; it was 1:30 in the morning.



I lay in bed listening, trying to identify the voices.  Finally, I got up 
and went to my door.



I heard my mom's voice, and she sounded very drunk.  I also heard two other 
men's voices.  And then it got very quiet.



Finally, one of the men spoke, "Oh my, that looks nice", he said.  Then it 
was quiet again.



"Christ, she hot", he finally said, "Look at this ass".



I couldn't see what was happening, and I was afraid to go downstairs.  Then 
I heard the slap, and I heard my mother grunt.  Then he slapped her again.



Afraid that they were hurting her, I ran to my bedroom closet and grabbed my 
ball bat.   Then I crept down the stairs, hoping to surprise them and save 
my mother.  When I peaked around the corner, I realized they weren't hurting 
her; they were fucking her.



One man I didn't know was sitting on the living room sofa with his pants 
around his ankles.  My mother, still dressed, was kneeling between his legs. 
Though I couldn't see her face from my angle, I could see her head and arm 
moving; it was obvious what she was doing.



The other fellow was Bob Williams.



He had removed his trousers and shoes, and stood behind my mother in his 
shirt, a tie, and socks.  He had pushed her skirt up around her waist, 
revealing her bare ass.  I watched him slap her ass one more time.



He turned slightly and what I saw shocked me; Bob Williams was hung like a 
horse!  He stroked his cock a few times and then knelt on the floor behind 
mom and, with one lunge, buried that monster dick in her.  Her head shot up 
like she'd been hit with a cattle prod, and the guttural sound that came 
from her mouth was nothing I'd ever heard before.  He pumped her five or six 
times before the first guy grabbed a handful of her hair and brought her 
mouth back down on him.



I couldn't believe my eyes; I was mesmerized watching my mother with these 
two men, including the husband of her best friend.  I didn't realize how 
aroused I was until I felt a drop of pre-cum hit my leg.



I smelled the soap and expensive perfume behind me, just before she spoke. 
"You weren't suppose to see this", whispered Mary Williams as she lightly 
dragged her nails across my back, "this is adult play time.  But since you're 
here, let's watch together".



I turned back to peer into the living room and heard the zipper on Mary's 
dress.  A moment later I felt her bare breasts against my back.  "Hmm", she 
breathed as she rubbed her erect nipples across my skin, "your mother really 
needs this tonight".



Her hand reached around my waist and slipped into my boxer shorts.  I was 
already fully erect when her fingers wrap around me.  She lightly danced the 
tips of her fingers on the head of my dick, and then smeared my pre-cum all 
around my knob.  Then she squeezed really hard.  It felt so good I thought I 
would faint.



"I want to spend some time with this", she said as she squeezed again, "but 
tonight I have another party to attend".



She stepped around me into the dim light of the living room.  I noticed that 
she was carrying something in her hand, but didn't pay any attention to it. 
She walked up to her husband, who was still rhythmically fucking my mother 
from behind and kissed him deeply on the mouth.  She rubbed mom's ass a 
couple times and then knelt on the sofa and kissed the other man.  Then she 
did something that completely floored me.  She grabbed my mom's hair and 
lifted her head up and kissed her on the mouth.  Then she whispered 
something in her ear.



Her husband backed away and mom stood up.  Holding her skirt above her 
waist, she knelt on the sofa and straddled the other guy.  In one swift 
motion, she sat on his dick.  She then laid her head on the guy's shoulder 
and ground her hips in a circular motion.  That's when I noticed Bob 
Williams again.



What Mrs. Williams had handed him was a tube of hand cream.  He squirted a 
generous amount on his hand and slathered it on his horse cock.  Then he 
squirted some more on his fingers and reached between mom's butt cheeks.  I 
heard her grunt as his fingers penetrated her anus.  He removed his hand 
from mom's ass, squirted more cream on his fingers, and stuck them back 
inside her.  I watched him saw his fingers in and out of my mother's ass for 
over a minute.  When he felt she was properly lubed and relaxed, he stepped 
closer, and inserted his cock.



"Oh Jesus", was the first words I'd heard mom say since I'd come downstairs. 
She reached back and planted her hand firmly on Mr. Williams's stomach.  "Go 
slow" she said.



Mary Williams leaned over and put her head next to my mom's.  She kissed her 
neck and stroked her hair.  "He'll go slow, baby", she said, loud enough for 
me to hear.  "You'll like this sweetie.  You haven't lived until you've been 
double-fucked".  Then she looked up and winked at me.



Mom pulled her arm back from Mr. Williams and wrapped it around Mary 
Williams's neck.  She turned her head and they started kissing again.



The two men proceeded to double-fuck my mother.  Mr. Williams, from behind, 
seem to orchestrate the whole thing.  He grabbed mom by the hips and twisted 
and turned, and lifted and slammed her every which way he could.  Mom 
started to squeal like a stuck pig.  They must have fucked her like that for 
fifteen minutes.



I couldn't take any more.  I reached down, grabbed my dick and immediately 
shot the biggest load of my life in my boxer shorts.



They were still fucking my mother when I turned and climbed the stairs. 
Exhausted, I slumped on to my bed.



As I lay there, visions of the night danced in my head; it was sensory 
overload.  I had visions of my mother trimming her bush, images of my 
mother, obviously at the last minute, reaching under her skirt and stripping 
off her panties, visions of my mother fucking and sucking two guys on our 
living room sofa, visions of my mother making out with Mary Williams, 
visions Mary Williams.  I realized that my life had changed in one night.



And I knew it was about to get very good. 

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