index


Message-ID: <51691asstr$1123704602@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
DomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; q=dns; c=nofws;
  s=s1024; d=yahoo.co.uk;
  h=Message-ID:Received:Date:From:Reply-To:Subject:To:MIME-Version:Content-Type:Content-Transfer-Encoding;
  b=J7AUfGuXOMt5xpvgifaskUJqK/XtYyIUrBtPhpOpsT5v3Go5Ci63NEzlWs2xcLs6ikSpsaBHu4N+MhuszRSWI3JpUFh1u3Jc+eZNzkxRocRFn+2r3iwtgPfech5NSWKiFYCAjvUG3WBpvHhpxZTnsT+l1T5/fgzRCC1vI0FzxWY=  ;
From: Art West <artweststory@yahoo.co.uk>
Reply-To: artweststoryTAKE@OUTyahoo.co.uk
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
Subject: {ASSM} Mom's a Whore (m+/F, M+/f, inc, preg)
Lines: 1243
Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2005 16:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


 


		
---------------------------------
Yahoo! Messenger  NEW - crystal clear PC to PC calling worldwide with voicemail 
<1st attachment, "MomWhore.txt" begin>

Mom's a Whore (m+/F, M+/f, inc, preg)
by
Art West (artweststory@SPAMGO.yahoo.co.uk)

*****************************************************
As part of my activities as an investigative journalist, 
I have interviewed various "sex workers", such as 
prostitutes, porn film actresses etc., with the aim of 
getting the stories of how they got into the business.  
This is one such story told me by Wendy ....
******************************************************

"What you need, Wendy, is a toy boy" urged my close 
friend Lynn in a rather slurred voice.

"I wish!", I responded, no doubt in an equally slurred 
voice.  "Who would want a plump middle-aged mother like 
me?".

We were well into our 3rd bottle of wine, having started 
over an early light lunch nearly two hours earlier, and 
I was becoming maudlin.  I was 3 weeks short of my 43rd 
birthday.  My older son Ralph was 24 (yes, Rob had 
married me when I was pregnant and not yet 19), making 
his fortune in some far-off country, and only contacted 
me every month or two if he remembered.  Younger son 
Martin was away at university at the other end of the 
country, and only contacted me when short of money.  Rob 
kept me comfortably in a material sense, but seemed to 
have little interest in me apart from being a useful 
hostess.  He was often away on business, and I suspected 
that young secretaries went with him.  I felt sorry for 
myself; nobody loved me; nobody appreciated me.

Lynn was in a very similar position to myself. Her 
husband Gavin and my Rob were business partners, and 
she, too, had two children (girl and boy) away at 
university.  We had been friends for years, and 
occasionally shared our deepest darkest secrets when 
slightly pissed (which happened every week or two).

Lynn pursued her suggestion: "You're not plump, just 
comfortably rounded.  I've seen enough guys staring at 
your tits and legs when we've been out.  You'd be 
surprised how many lads in their late teens are scared 
of rejection by girls of their own age, but feel much 
more at home with mother figures.  In addition, you are 
naturally blonde and pretty, and I'm a year older than 
you.  Gosh, Wendy, it's me who should be having more 
trouble finding a toy boy!"

I took another sip of wine, and looked at my friend.  
She was auburn-haired, and probably a bit plumper than I 
was.  She certainly had full D-cup tits which she was 
not afraid of displaying, plus a distinct roll around 
the tummy.  She was, however, much more outgoing in a 
flirtatious sort of way, and at social functions there 
were always men around her.

As I sipped my wine, it occurred to me that she had 
phrased her comments in a strange way.  What did she 
mean by "having more trouble finding a toy boy".

Fascinated, I probed: "So do you have a toy boy 
somewhere then".

Suddenly, she looked a bit embarrassed, and even seemed 
to flush slightly.  "I was just giving you advice!"

That still left the door open.  I poured her another 
glass of wine, and when she had drunk some I went on: 
"You haven't answered my question".

"Damn, this wine has loosened my tongue, but it would be 
nice to share a secret".

"Go on" I urged in some excitement, feeling my nipples 
harden.

"You must swear to tell ABSOLUTELY NOBODY!"

I swore, and was eager to hear more: "So there is 
someone?  How young?  Is it someone I know?"

She leaned closer to me, and almost whispered: "Oh hell 
... I don't know how to say this.  I sort of ... well I sort 
of help with sex education for students at the local 
university and technical college".

"SEX EDUCATION??!!" I blurted out loud.

"Shhhhhhhhhh", she urged.

"But tell me more. What do you mean? What do you do?"

And so Lynn told me.  There was a tobacconist/newsagent 
in between the two campuses. It was known to students as 
a place to get condoms and other aids - no questions 
asked.  But students who were a little shy about girls 
or unsure of what to so could get a little help from 
part-time 'therapists', some quite young, and others 
more 'motherly'.

The owners of the tobacconist (a woman of about 55, 
Doreen, and her 60 year old husband, Jack) lived in a 
flat above the shop.  They also had two small bachelor 
flats adjacent to their flat, but with separate 
entrances.  Bookings were made by students to see 
'therapists' at scheduled times in one of these bachelor 
flats.

"You know that for the last 15 months I've been 
'helping' at a charity shop two or three days a week", 
Lynn asked.

I nodded, and she continued: "Well that's not quite 
true.  Yes, there is such a shop next door to the 
tobacconist, and yes the helpers know me and will tell 
anyone who may call that I've stepped out for a while, 
but I'm of course up in one of the flats where they can 
buzz me."

"But what are you expected to do?" I asked.

"The clients buy coupons at the tobacconist.  A yellow 
one for a maximum of half-hour of feeling me up, 
finishing with a hand or blow job.  A green coupon for 
an hour of fucking.  Or a red coupon at quantity 
discount rates for two or three boys to have up to two 
hours with me.  I take the coupons back to the 
tobacconist and collect my share of the price."

Not only were my nipples hard in excitement by this 
stage, but my pussy was feeling wet.  But Lynn had more 
to tell: "Apart from the regular day-time services, I do 
occasionally perform at night-time activities such as 
bachelor parties, starting with a strip show, but 
usually ending in a gang-bang.  They often LOVE older 
women (mother or teacher figures) for this purpose!  
Prices for these activities are individually agreed."

By now, I was at the same time aghast and aroused: 
"Doesn't that make you a wh-- who-- a prostitute?"

Lynn giggled somewhat drunkenly: "Well some may say so. 
 But I assure you that I experience more orgasms than I 
ever thought possible, and I get some pin-money that 
hubby knows nothing about it!"

She may have been slightly embarrassed at revealing her 
secrets to me, but I think also aware of the arousing 
effect these revelations were having on me.  "Why not 
join me?" she urged. "I'm sure there's space for another 
older 'therapist'".

I was lost for words at this point, and did not respond 
one way or the other.

At this stage, Lynn realized that she had to run, and 
left.  For the next three weeks we said no more about 
her activities, but I was now very aware of the times 
she was away at the 'charity shop'.

But one morning, three weeks later, I was at home when 
the phone rang. It was Lynn.

"Can you talk?"

"Yes", I confirmed hesitantly.

"Doreen and Jack from the tobacconist have asked me to 
find another older 'therapist'.  I told them you may be 
interested."

"Wh-a-a-a-a-t", I screamed.  "How could you?"

"Hear me out.  I could see you were aroused when I told 
my story.  You don't have to commit yourself 
permanently; you don't even have to meet Doreen and 
Jack, so they won't know you.  Two students are coming 
together, and are thrilled at the thought of having two 
women there at no extra cost.  You can see how it goes, 
and Doreen will donate her share of the price to you."

I could feel my nipples becoming rigid points and pussy 
leaking fluids at the thought.  Against my better 
judgement, something made me say: "When?"

"Can you get here in 30 minutes?"

Talk about giving me no time to back out! I asked what I 
should wear.

"Have you got a sexy pair of shortie pyjamas, and 
perhaps high-heeled sandals?  Bring those with you and 
you can change in the flat.  Meet me outside the charity 
shop".

And so, little more than 40 minutes later, I was sitting 
with Lynn in a strange flat, wearing my pink pyjamas, 
fastened across the front by a single bow, that I had 
bought for my last wedding anniversary (only to have Rob 
disappear on an urgent business trip).  Lynn was wearing 
a see-through black nightie and fluffy high-heeled 
slippers.

There was a knock at the door, and Lynn went to answer. 
 I was so nervous that I nearly wet myself. The door 
opened to reveal two lads of about 18 ... My God, younger 
than my sons ... who gave their names as Stevie and Ken.  
They looked rather scared, though, and my motherly 
instincts took over from my own fears.

There were two beds set at right angles to each other 
along two walls, and covered with loose throws and 
cushions against the wall.  Lynn took Stevie by the 
hand, and had him sit on the one bed.  She sat sideways 
on his lap with her legs across his, put her arms around 
his neck, and began kissing him.  Nervously, I did the 
same with Ken.  We soon had our tongues exploring each 
others' mouths, and my nervousness started to fade into 
arousal.

I kept sneaking glances at Lynn.  When she sat down, her 
nightie had ridden up nearly to crotch level.  She had 
taken one of Stevie's hands, and placed it high on her 
thigh.  As they kissed, his hand moved up eventually to 
feel one of her tits.  That pulled her nightie right up 
over her hips, so that her pussy was fully exposed.

I took one Ken's hands, and placed it at the bow in the 
front of my pajamas top.  He took the hint and undid it, 
and then slipped the top off my shoulders.  So here I 
was, French kissing a strange boy, dressed only in a 
scanty pair of pajama panties, and with him playing with 
my tits.  I could feel that my nipples were rock hard.  
Juices were flowing freely from my pussy, and I 
understood the reason for the loose throws over the 
beds.

Not long after, I was aware that Lynn had pulled the 
nightie over her head, leaving her naked apart from the 
high-heeled slippers.  Quickly, she also undressed 
Stevie, revealing his young cock stiff and red pointing 
at her.  She lay back on the bed, legs splayed widely, 
and pulled him down between them.

I realized that I would have to follow suit, and began 
unbuttoning Ken's short.  Once that was off, I unbuckled 
his belt to allow me to pull his jeans down, revealing 
that he was not wearing underwear.  So I was now also 
staring at a very erect young shaft.  He was 
uncircumcised, and the glans protruded angrily.  On 
impulse, I leaned down and licked on it.  Ken groaned.

He pushed me back on to the bed, and quickly pulled my 
panties down over my hips and off my legs.

I had just a moment to reflect that here it comes: only 
the second cock I had ever had in me.  (Yes, that's 
right, Rob was my first lover, and I had never been 
unfaithful.)  Then Ken slammed into me with youthful 
energy and aggression.  Fortunately, my pussy was by 
this time well lubricated.

It did not take Ken long to come with a loud groan.  I 
did not have time to orgasm, but I was still strangely 
satisfied.  I felt wanted and desired.  And his sheer 
exuberance rubbed all my sensitive spots at much the 
same time.  When he was done, he dropped his head on to 
my breast, and I stroked his hair while we recovered our 
breath.  Lynn had been right: A toy boy was what I 
needed.

Still, I was slightly disappointed that it was all over 
so soon.  I noticed that Stevie had also finished by 
this time.

Lynn was the first to move.  She got up and poured 
juices for us all.  We sat side by side on one bed as we 
sipped the juices, with the two of us in the middle and 
a boy on either side.

Amazingly, I noticed that the boys' pricks were starting 
to show signs of life again.  Perhaps the session was 
not yet over!

Lynn now turned to Ken, and sat astride him, with her 
knees on either side.  She leaned forward and pulled his 
head into her breast, cradling it as he nursed at her 
tits.  I followed her example with Stevie, who took my 
whole nipple into his mouth and sucked strongly.  I felt 
a tingle all over my body ... This could go on for ever.

It was not long before I felt Stevie's growing erection 
snaking up my belly.  I dropped one hand down to stroke 
it, and he increased the intensity of his nursing at my 
breast.  Then he lifted his head to kiss me open-
mouthed, and soon our tongues were wrestling with each 
other in and out of our two mouths.

I wriggled myself forward and buried his shaft into my 
cunt ... no other word for it now!  As it slipped in I was 
sure he mumbled something like "Oh mommy, yes, that's 
where I want to be", and that drove me close to climax.

Stevie felt a bit bigger that Ken, but more importantly 
I had greater control of both penetration and angle.  
Every erogenous zone got its fair share, and this time I 
came, oh my how I came.  Lynn was to tell be later that 
I screamed so loudly she thought we'd get complaints, 
but I was not even conscious of doing so.

As Stevie had come in Lynn not so much earlier, it took 
him longer to ejaculate again, and I managed a second 
orgasm just as his juices exploded out of his balls.

The other two came as well, and we all lay for a while 
in post-coital contentment.  But then it was time to 
complete the session, and Lynn ushered them out while I 
still lay on the bed.

When she returned, she laughed at me:  "You obviously 
feel a lot better now!"

I admitted: "Oh God yes.  I feel so wicked, but so 
satisfied.  You've spoilt me for ever.  I think I'm 
addicted to young cock".

So she took me down to Doreen.  I told her that at this 
stage, I didn't think I could manage more than one boy 
at a time.  She assured that this would not be a 
problem.  I agreed to 'help at the charity shop' on 
Tuesdays and Thursdays from 11am to 4pm, or at least 
that was my story to Rob.

On the first Tuesday, I needed to go an hour earlier, as 
Doreen wanted Jack to take some nude photographs of me 
for their folder.  I felt some trepidation as to who 
might see that, but the experience itself turned me on 
for my first client on my own an hour or so later.

I gave three fucks and two blow jobs on the first day, 
and four fucks on the second day, plus a young man who 
just wanted to suckle at my breast while I played with 
his dick.  As he was about to shoot, he cried out "Oh 
Mommy yes, that's so nice ... please pull on my willy".

By this second day, I was feeling so desirable and 
satisfied that I wished it would never stop.  After I 
banked some of my earnings, I shopped around to find a 
really sexy pale blue see-through negligee set.  The top 
had some frilly material across my boobs, and was held 
up by thin straps tying halter neck style.  The front 
gaped open, fastened by a thin ribbon under my tits, and 
then widening out to leave my tummy bare.  At the back, 
it just about covered my backside.  The panties were 
just a strip of satiny material in my crotch, fastened 
by ribboned bows at each hip.

On the Friday night, I put my new negligee on for Rob 
and paraded myself in front of him.  He was not 
impressed: "Good grief, woman, you'll catch your death 
of cold, and surely it's not comfortable to sleep in.  
What are you wasting your money on things like that 
for?"

I suddenly came down from my high, and felt so rejected 
that I was nearly in tears.  Rob went back to his book 
without noticing.

On the Sunday night, I had another attempt at getting 
Rob's interest, by slipping my hand down the front of 
his pants.  "No Wendy, not now.  I've got a busy day 
tomorrow and I have a headache anyway".

As a result, by Monday I was feeling just as frustrated 
and depressed as before. "Bugger this", I thought to 
myself, and called Doreen.

"From tomorrow, I'll be available for two or three at a 
time" I told her.  "I just don't think I can do bachelor 
parties and gang bangs, or at least not just yet."

"That's great" was the response.  "In fact, this comes 
at a good time.  We had a father here, who wants to 
bring his son who's just turned 16 and two other friends 
of the same age for a bit of a treat and experience.  
His first choice on looking through the folder was you, 
and I said I wasn't sure if you're available.  I was 
going to call you.  But now I'll call him to say it's 
on".

And so it was that the next morning, a few minutes after 
11, I was sitting wearing my new negligee outfit waiting 
for the doorbell to ring in the flat. When it did, I 
opened to be confronted by a large black man who looked 
like a construction worker, and three equally black 
young lads who looked nervous but eager.  This was a 
slight surprise, but turn-on, as my experiences had not 
stretched to interracial yet.

"Wow, don't you look even better than your picture.  I 
need to make an appointment with you myself.  You look a 
real woman rather than an anorexic model!"

He turned to the boys and told them: "OK, guys, enjoy 
yourself for the next two hours.  But no rough-house or 
obscenity any more than Wendy allows.  If I get back and 
she tells me any of you were aggressive or rude, I'll 
give you hell.  She may be a prostitute, but you still 
treat her like a lady".  I could have kissed him (and in 
fact, he was to become a regular client later, 
surprisingly gentle for a big man).

When the father had left, closing the door behind him, 
the three boys looked a little unsure.  It was clear I 
had to take the lead.

"So have any of you boys had sex before?"

Reddening slightly, they looked at each other before 
shaking their heads in the negative.

"Well, you'd better start by taking my negligee off.  
Which is the birthday boy?"

This turned out to be the tallest of the three, 
identified by the others as Shane, and I invited him to 
undo the ties on my top.  Then I had one of the others 
take it off, and the other to undo the ties on my 
panties which just fell to the ground, leaving me 
totally naked in front of the three teenage boys.

I invited each one to feel my tits and to suck at the 
nipple, and then again to take turns feeling my pussy 
which was already juicing up marvelously.  When I was 
ready, I lay on my back on the bed and pulled Shane down 
on top of me, to lie between my outstretched legs.  He 
immediately started thrusting against me, but his prick 
had trouble in finding the hole!  I had to take his 
organ in hand and gently guide it to the spot, after 
first rubbing the head up and down my clit.  As he felt 
my warmth closing round him, he sighed and closed his 
eyes, and his thrusts took on a steady rhythm: in, out, 
in, out, in ....

He didn't take long to come, but that didn't worry me, 
as I felt quite satisfied even without an orgasm.  When 
he was done, he lay gasping for a while, squashing me 
under his body.  And then the pressure was released as 
one of his mates pulled him away, and took his place 
between my thighs.

Shortly after the second young man started to pump into 
me, I suddenly felt something warm and sticky on my 
face. Shane was standing over me and emptying the 
content of his rubber over my face. He had obviously 
seen some porno somewhere!  He took my hand, and made me 
smear the mess across my cheeks and lips, some of it 
getting in my mouth.  Far from feeling disgusted by 
this, I felt delightfully decadent, and I came with a 
loud scream, just before boy number two shot his load.

Then the process repeated, with the third boy replacing 
the second between my legs while the second emptied the 
contents of his rubber almost into my mouth.  I guess I 
was starting to look a real mess!

I came again before the last lad was through.  When he 
was done, he emptied his rubber over my tits, and 
brought both my hands up to massage the cream into my 
breasts.

Making no attempt to clean the cum off my skin, I walked 
naked to the kitchen to get juices.  I then sat 
comfortably between the three boys as we sipped the 
juices and they talked about girls at the school that 
they would like to fuck.  They wanted to know how many 
men I had fucked;  I did not admit that I was new to the 
game, and just said no idea.

By this time, all three young pricks were at full 
attention again.  One of Shane's friends said to him: 
"Hey do you think we can do three-at-a-time like in your 
dad's magazines?"

Three faces looked at me in eager anticipation.  For a 
moment I was not sure what they wanted, when the other 
friend blurted out: "Yea; one in your cunt, one in your 
arsehole and one in your mouth!!"

Oh, shit, what was I getting into?  But almost to my 
surprise, I could feel my pussy-juices flowing again.  I 
was not a back-door virgin, as Rob had at times liked to 
do me there, especially if he was a little drunk. 

I remembered seeing a tube of K-Y jelly in the bathroom, 
and sent one of the boys to get it.  I greased myself 
carefully, and sat one of the two friends on the bed.  I 
made sure that the rubber fitted well, and rubbed some 
more lubrication on the outside.  Then I carefully sat 
myself down facing away from him, with my legs resting 
on his slightly spread thighs.  I consciously relaxed my 
sphincter, and felt his pole slipping easily in.  It 
felt like a particularly satisfying crap!  

Once he was fully embedded in my backside, I lazily 
rubbed my clit while asking which of the other two 
wanted to come in my pussy.  Birthday boy Shane insisted 
on his rights, and came to stand between my splayed 
legs.  I helped him slip his rigid member into my by now 
very juicy pussy, and in one thrust he went into the 
hilt.  I had never felt so gloriously filled.

Shane leaned forward so that I was properly sandwiched 
between the two boys.  They started a synchronized 
rocking motion and I almost came instantly.  But I still 
remained aware enough to signal the third boy to kneel 
on the bed next to me and to feed me his shaft.  I 
wrapped my hand around the base, and took the head deep 
into my mouth sucking for all I was worth.  I did not 
even have him wear a rubber, so that I was going to get 
a real mouthful of cum when he climaxed ... But at this 
stage I couldn't care, it just heightened my sense of 
depravity which generated another orgasm.

As all three pumped my three holes, I came and came and 
came!!!  All three boys groaned in pleasure, 
interspersed with lewd comments on how this whore slut 
loved it.  This drove me to even higher climax, and I 
know that my screams were loudly audible in spite of the 
stiff young cock filling my mouth.

Finally all three boys came within a minute or two of 
each other.  The one in my mouth came first.  As he 
withdrew, Shane pushed me down on to his friend and I 
was tightly squashed between the two of them as they 
shot their loads.  I came loudly at the same time, with 
a clear realization that being sandwiched between two 
guys fucking me was an experience I would want to have 
again and again and again ... and I did!

By this time, all four of us were exhausted.  But all 
three of the boys joined me in the shower to rinse away 
our exertions and the cum all over me before Shane's 
father came to collect them.  By that time, all three 
looked so sleepy, I know they would collapse once they 
were in the car. I buzzed Doreen to tell her that I 
would need an hour to rest before any more clients were 
sent up.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
This became my regular way of life for the next few 
months, often doing a third day in the week when someone 
else was not available.  I reached multiple orgasms 
every working day, especially when sandwiched between 
two guys as they fucked both holes at the same time.  
Rob and many of my friends commented on how relaxed and 
well I was looking.  What was my secret?  I just smiled 
enigmatically.  I'm sure that some friends suspected I 
had a lover ... if only they knew.

Increasingly, I began to fantasize about what a full 
gang-bang might feel like.  Once again, it was Lynn who 
pushed me over the edge! 

Rob was away on business for 10 days, and I was facing a 
somewhat lonely weekend.  On the Thursday evening, Lynn 
called to say she had a problem. She had thought Gavin 
would be away, and had arranged doing a stag party gang 
bang with another girl on Friday.  But, not only had he 
cancelled his trip, but had arranged a business dinner 
at their home.  Couldn't I possibly help out?  I agreed.

Lynn came round on the Friday morning to explain the 
procedure.  Jack had choreographed a number of 
scenarios, and clients chose one of these.  He also 
arranged for two bodyguards to transport the ladies. 
"It's usual to give them a fuck at the end of the 
evening" added Lynn quite casually.

The choreographed scenario in this case involved a young 
flirtatious slutty girl, accompanied by a severe 
chaperone lady who ultimately gets "raped".

Lynn came with me to see Doreen and Jack who would 
explain my role in more detail.  They also provided me 
with a rather severe grey suit (jacket and mid-calf 
skirt), a spinsterish white blouse that buttoned to the 
neck), large plain bra and cotton knickers, and an 
elasticized `step-in' to flatten my tummy and to act as 
garter support for the black stockings provided.  Most 
of the clothing showed signs of repair, but would do for 
the short time I had to wear them.  I was also 
instructed to wear old trainers, and advised to bring 
jeans and t-shirt to wear later.

At 8pm that evening, my transport arrived in the persons 
of two large black bodyguards, Frank and Mo.  We then 
went on to pick up my co-star Cheryl, who looked hardly 
more than 16 (although I later found out that she was 
21).  She looked just like a schoolgirl, wearing a short 
flared tartan skirt and a tight buttoned white shirt 
that gaped between each pair of buttons to show a hint 
of a lacy bra.  She was bare-legged, and wore high-
heeled sandals.

We arrived at the large house in the country where the 
party was happening at just before 9pm.  A tall young 
guy came out to the car to greet, giving his name as 
Mike, and looked us over approvingly.  At a gesture from 
one of the body guards, he handed over a bulging 
envelope with our earnings for the night.  He then took 
us in at a side door to put our things down, before 
taking us through to the party area.

The party was noisily in full swing, with around 25 men 
in various states of intoxication. The presumed groom-
to-be was dressed only in boxer shorts and a tie. As 
Mike ushered us in, we were immediately noticed to 
cheers and hoots from the men.

"Hi guys!" called Cheryl, raising her hands with the 
result that the buttons on her shirt looked ready to 
pop.

She was quickly surrounded.

I played my part: "Cheryl, don't be forward! Behave 
yourself"

"Oh don't be such a grouch, Auntie.  Can't you see these 
nice harmless guys are just having some fun!" 

She turned away from me, but I knew that she flipped her 
skirt up to flash her bikini panties.  For the next 
little while, Cheryl circulated and every now and then I 
would 'catch' her flashing her panties, to which I would 
object in a severe tone.  The boys caught the spirit, 
and would taunt "leave her alone, auntie".    

Then suddenly, all but the bottom button of her shirt 
seemed to have popped, leaving her flimsy lacy bra on 
open display.  I expressed horror: "Cheryl, what will 
your father say?", and rushed up to her to try to 
refasten them.  At this point, a couple of the guys 
grabbed me and pulled me away as Cheryl seductively and 
defiantly pulled her shirt off and threw it into the 
crowd.  

"My aunt is always nasty to me when I'm trying to have 
fun", complained Cheryl.   "It's because she only ever 
had one man, her husband who walked out on her after 18 
months, probably because she was too frigid.  It's time 
some real men showed her what real sex is about --- are 
you real men?"

That was the signal for the guys to grab me from all 
sides. "NO!!!!" I screamed in mock fear, as first my 
jacket and then my blouse were ripped from me, buttons 
simply popping off.  But in truth, my pussy was so wet 
that I wished they would go faster.

Raucous comments were made about my old-maid bra, before 
someone produced a knife to cut the straps and it fell 
away.  Hands grabbed at my tits from all sides.  Someone 
poured beer down my front, and a couple of guys started 
licking it off me, taking time to suck my nipples to 
full hardness.

I felt my skirt drop to my ankles.  There were hoots of 
laughter at my step-in support and my voluminous cotton 
panties.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Cheryl 
had lost her skirt, and was dressed only in her flimsy 
bikini panties and high-heels.  She had her arms around 
the neck of Mike, and was rubbing her front against him 
as they smooched.

But I had little time to watch her.  Hands tugged at the 
step in, and it, my panties and stockings all came down 
at the same time.  I staggered and fell on the floor, 
which enabled someone to pull everything off, including 
my shoes.  So there I was, flat on my back, completely 
naked with my legs wide open to reveal my hairy pussy.  
There were cheers all round.

"Rape her good", I heard Cheryl say.  Glancing up, I saw 
that she was by now naked except for her heels (which 
she never lost all evening), and was sitting astride 
Mike, seated on a couch with his pants around his 
ankles.

At this point, a few of them grabbed the bridegroom to 
be (JD, they called him), made him kneel between my legs 
and pushed his head into my crotch.  By now, I was so 
hot that I held his head tightly in my groin so that he 
was forced to suck me.

"Go for it, JD, from now on you have to learn how to 
service a woman!" someone urged.

I was over the moon, both at my exposure in front of all 
these young men, and at the sensation of JD's tongue in 
my pussy.  He was, in fact, quite good, and sucked on my 
clit for a while bringing me to the first of many 
climaxes that night.

At some point, JD was rolled over on to his back, and at 
the urging of the others, I sat down on his groin, 
facing away from him, and impaled myself on his sizeable 
organ.  I quickly fell into a rhythm, bouncing up and 
down on him to the cheers and catcalls of his mates.  
Some of them played with my tits or rubbed my pubic area 
to add to my sensations,

The sheer exhibitionistic thrill of having 20 or more 
men watching as JD's thick cock pistoned in and of my 
pussy, together with the physical pleasure of my full 
cunt and the stimulation of tits and pubic area, drove 
me quickly to a second orgasm.  I screamed uninhibitedly 
again and again.

Finally JD came with a groan, and to further cheers from 
his friends.  I was dragged away, and as his cock 
slipped out of my pussy with a pop, and I felt wetness 
down my leg, I realized that he had not worn a rubber, 
so that I had a cunt-full of cum.  This hardly seemed to 
worry the other guys however, who lay me down on the 
couch and lined up to take their turns in using me.  
Bodyguard Frank did however start providing condoms for 
those who used my pussy.  For my mouth, I had to take 
the cum, swallowing what I could as the rest ran down my 
chin and on to my tits.

During the next 90 minutes I could never have been 
without a cock in at least one of my mouth or pussy, 
often both.  I guess every one of the young guys there 
had Cheryl and me at least once, and quite a few had 
seconds of one or other.

By the time the bodyguards signaled time was up, I was 
exhausted but satisfied.  Following Cheryl's lead, I 
simply slipped the jeans and t-shirt over my cum-
spattered body, with no underwear.  The bodyguards 
brought the tattered remains of my earlier dress (which 
apparently would be used again after some repair).

Cheryl invited us up for drinks at her place.  She put 
some bottles on the table, stripped off her clothes, 
poured a drink, and fell back on an easy chair with her 
legs splayed obscenely open.

"Help yourself guys" she invited vaguely.

Mo grabbed a beer, dropped his trousers, and without 
further preliminaries, stuck his organ into Cheryl's 
inviting hole and pumped in and out while sipping his 
beer.

I took a glass of wine, stripped and dropped in the 
other chair, and Frank had his way with me, also sipping 
beer at the same time, some of which spilt down my tits.

It was quite a surreal experience!  There was no 
passion.  The two guys were just using us as cum dumps, 
to relieve themselves after watching our activities for 
a couple of hours.  Only afterwards did I realize that 
they, too, had not bothered with rubbers.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Over the next couple of months, I did three more gang 
bangs.  One was with Cheryl again in the same scenario. 
 The other two I did on my own following a `drunk mom' 
scenario choreographed by Jack.  I would wear high-heels 
and black thigh-high stockings with a few tears and runs 
visible. My black skirt would really be too short and 
tight, while my blouse would hang half out, and would 
gape open in front showing my lacy bra.

I would have a couple of drinks before starting, and 
we'd splash quite a bit more over my blouse so that I 
really smelt of booze.  I would enter the room, waving a 
half-empty brandy bottle in my hand.

For the first while I would circulate, smooch with a few 
guys and do some lap dancing.  The buttons on my blouse 
would come undone so that my skimpy bra was on full 
display.  After about 20 minutes, at a signal from the 
bodyguard (either Frank or Mo), I would sit myself down 
on the lap of the identified guest of honour.

With a show of drunkenness I would throw one arm around 
his neck, while keeping my drink in the other hand.  I 
would rub my tits on his chest, and would force an open-
mouthed kiss and as much tongue as I could on to him.  
At that point I would `accidentally' spill my drink on 
to his lap.

I would profusely and drunkenly apologize, trying to mop 
some of the wetness up with my skirt, but then spill yet 
more drink in the process.  I would kneel in front of 
the guy and start pulling down his trousers and 
underwear, usually to some resistance.  Then I would 
suck him off to hoots from his friends.

Thereafter, nature would take its course as the orgy got 
under way.  My clothes would soon be scattered 
everywhere, and I'd be fucked by all present.  In fact, 
I enjoyed this more than my acts with Cheryl, as I had 
the men all to myself for a couple of ours, during which 
I would have multiple noisy orgasms and end up 
completely limp in satisfaction.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
But ... all too suddenly summer came, and the students 
disappeared. After months of non-stop sex, I was back to 
none except when Rob felt in the mood (which was not all 
that often as he was busy at this time).  Even Lynn went 
away on an extended vacation, so that I could not even 
get relief by talking about our adventures.

The one compensation was that both of my sons came home. 
 Martin's return from college was expected, but Ralph's 
was a pleasant surprise.  They were pleasingly 
affectionate when around, but were often out 
socializing.

To my shame and embarrassment, though, I found myself 
looking at my two boys in a very unmotherly way!  I 
suppose that they had always been inclined to run round 
the house nearly naked, but now I found myself 
fascinated by the large and obvious bulges in their 
briefs.  I tried to estimate how big their cocks were, 
and wondered how they would feel buried in my juicy 
pussy.

I deliberately walked round in skimpy panties and bra, 
and was sure I saw interest in their eyes.  One 
afternoon, when the two were out together at the shops, 
I stripped completely, and allowed myself to be "caught" 
by them naked in the kitchen when they returned.  I 
acted embarrassed and muttered an excuse about just 
nipping down to get something, but was in no hurry to 
get back to my room.  I got a huge thrill out of 
exposing myself to them, and by now I was in no doubt ... 
they looked!
 
At this time, though, my summer prospects looked bleak, 
and I faced a long lonely time.  Rob was due to go 
overseas for 3 weeks, and the two boys had announced 
that they were going on a 10 day camping and fishing 
trip around the same time.  I'd be on my own, without 
any clients to distract me, no sex and not even the 
thrill of flashing my sons!  And then fate took a hand.

It was the Friday morning, two days after Rob had left, 
with the boys due to leave for their trip on the coming 
monday, that Doreen called.  A local sports club was 
taking leave of its coach, who was relocating at short 
notice.  They wanted some "special entertainment" as a 
farewell, and were prepared to pay premium prices ... if 
it could be done that same night!  Few of her girls were 
available, but the guys she had spoken to loved the idea 
of my "drunk mom" act.  Was I available?

Was I available?  I was desperate and eager, especially 
since the boys had told me they were going to a party 
that night and would be out till late, leaving me on my 
own.  So I gave a resounding YES!!

Mo arrived to act as my bodyguard-escort shortly after 
Martin and Ralph had left together.  The party was in an 
old barn on a farm well out of town, but it was 
comfortably furnished with a number of old couches and 
bunk beds. 

Most of the party consisted of guys in their 20s, with 
two or three older men, including the coach who looked 
around 50.  All were attractively athletic looking.  
Most were already quite pissed, but that didn't bother 
me, as I had a few drinks in and was pretending to be 
even more drunk.  I quickly got into the mood, probably 
making more of an exhibition of myself than I needed, 
doing slow dances with my arms round various male necks, 
and feeling obvious hard-ons pressing into me, but I had 
a burning need for lots of male attention. This was 
going to be a great night!  I dimly noticed that there 
were a couple of guys taking pictures with digital 
cameras.  Mo asked whether he should stop them; I knew 
he should, and that to allow photographs was looking for 
trouble, but at this point I was so turned on, 
especially by the exhibitionistic thrill of doing it in 
front of a camera, that I couldn't care, and I told him 
to leave it. 

Before I even got to the scene with the guest of honour 
(Coach of course), my blouse and bra had already 
disappeared.  So when I seated myself on his lap, I 
started by rubbing my bare tits in his face, and he 
reciprocated by sucking enthusiastically on my nipples. 
I noticed more flashes going off!

Coach offered no resistance when I pulled down his pants 
after the wetting incident.  He had a huge ball sack 
under an impressive cock, framed by heavily muscled 
thighs.  I gobbled and swallowed his cock greedily, and 
it did not take him long to fill my mouth with his 
sticky cum!  But even before then, my skirt and panties 
had been ripped off, and someone was shoving a sizeable 
organ into my gaping cunt.  I thrust back at whoever it 
was to get full penetration even as I swallowed down the 
first of Coach's cum-shots.

Much of the night was a blur, and I really was quite 
drunk by the end of it.  I had cocks in my pussy and 
mouth most of the time and occasionally up my back 
passage.  Quite a lot of the time I just lay on my back, 
legs wide open to accept all comers, and during such 
times I had cocks rubbing on my tits as well, so that by 
the end of the evening I was really covered in cum.  At 
one point, to great hilarity, two guys got their pricks 
side-by-side into my cunt at the same time, and I think 
they both came together.  Through it all, camera flashes 
were going off continuously.

It was well after 2am when Mo returned me home in a 
decidedly drunken state, no longer an act. I told him 
that I could not invite him up as my boys were there, 
but I gave him a blow job in the car.

I was glad to find that the two boys were not yet back, 
however, especially when I noticed that I had cum on my 
cheek and chin!  I had time for a shower, and was in bed 
with the lights out before I heard Ralph and Martin 
return.

The next morning, I felt more satisfied than I had been 
for days, in spite of a dry mouth and sore head.  I was 
up well before the boys, and went out to do some clothes 
shopping with my latest unexpected earnings.  I met a 
friend with whom I had lunch, so that it was around 2pm 
before I got home again.

I heard the boys' voices in the living room, and went in 
to see them.  I was slightly surprised to find that they 
were watching a porno DVD through Rob's computer and 
large screen   I thought I should at least seem shocked.

"How can you watch that when you know I might come in?" 
I asked in pretended anger.

"Go on, Mom, it's just a bit of nature" replied Martin.

"Perhaps Mom prefers slides to movies", suggested Ralph, 
exiting the video.

"What about these rather?"

With that he did something, and on the screen appeared a 
picture of me, obviously from the previous evening, with 
my blouse wide open and dancing with my arms around the 
neck of a young man.  That picture was replaced by 
another with my blouse off and someone undoing my bra.  
And so scene by scene slipped by, getting down to the 
hard core action.

My blood went cold.  I was absolutely speechless.

"Wha ... Where ... How ..." was all I could gasp out.

"We were both there, but kept out of sight" smirked 
Martin.  "You were a very naughty mommy".

"Do you think Dad would get turned on by this show? I 
know he likes to see a bit of porn. Does he know of your 
extramural activites?" asked Ralph.

"No please, No" I almost shrieked in terror.  "You can't 
show these to him.  Please, I'll do anything for you!"

"Well now", said Ralph to Martin, "What can Mom offer us 
in return for not distributing these pictures?"

Martin came round behind me and put his arms round me.  
"I think we can think of something!"  He unzipped the 
back of my summer dress which fell to my ankles leaving 
me in just brief panties and bra.  My nipples started to 
harden in excitement at the thought of the taboo 
threshold we were now crossing.

At this point, Ralph threw me effortlessly over his 
shoulder and carried me to my bedroom and dumped me on 
the double bed.  They quickly stripped me of my 
remaining garments, except for the high-heeled sandals I 
was wearing.  Then they too stripped and lay down on 
either side of me.

Martin rolled me on to my side, and wriggled up close 
behind me, his rigid cock pressing between my ass-
cheeks.  It was soon obvious what he was doing as I felt 
first his finger and then his prick finding my anal 
opening.  By this time I knew well how to relax my 
sphincter to give him access.

"Go carefully", I pleaded.

Soon I felt that delightful pressure of a full back 
passage.

Once Martin was fully buried, Ralph lifted my upper leg 
and inserted himself into my pussy.  There had not been 
that much foreplay, but I was so turned on and 
lubricated that he slipped easily into me.  He let my 
leg drop back.

The two boys now squeezed themselves tightly against me 
so that I was securely sandwiched between my two sons ... 
but for me at that stage they were just men with large 
penises which was all I craved.

They quickly started up a pumping rhythm, and within 
minutes I was a quivering mass of ecstasy.  I felt 
myself scream out: "Oh God yes, fill me, screw me, fuck 
your whore mother ... Don't ever stop ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" as 
the first orgasm swept over me.

I came so many times that I nearly passed out, and still 
they slammed into me from both sides. And then with an 
almighty pair of groans they both came at the same time, 
filling their mother's bowels and cunt with their cream.

We all collapsed in a satisfied heap and lay there for 
ten minutes without saying anything, and with my 
relishing the feel of their organs in my two holes.

Eventually, they started asking me about how I had got 
into whoring.  With the two of them still squashing me, 
I related something of my activities over the past 
months.  As I described the events, I could feel both 
getting hard again.  Then they turned me around and 
sandwiched me again, but this time with Ralph up my butt 
and Martin in my pussy.  They took even longer to come 
this time, so that I was totally orgasmed out by the 
end.

We all showered together, and then shared a drink.  I 
sat between the two boys on a couch, all three of us 
unselfconsciously in the nude.

"We had another thought while you were out", Martin now 
mentioned.

Ralph continued: "How would you like to come with us on 
the camping trip?"

Camping or fishing was not my scene, but, hell, it 
sounded better than sitting at home on my own! 

"Will there be much for me to do, and will your friends 
want an old woman around?" I asked.

"Mainly, you just need to help in keeping 12-14 guys 
relaxed and happy.  Most of them are around our age, but 
there are two older men, a bit older than you, and each 
of them is bringing a son of around 12 or 13.  There is 
one girl, Helen, who will be there.  She is around 20 
now, and is the daughter of one of the two older guys 
from a previous marriage (but neither her mother nor his 
current wife are aware of their incestuous 
relationship).  Up till when we saw you in action last 
night, we thought she was the greatest nympho slut you 
could imagine.  But even she can do with some help!  
Usually we find a prostitute who will come out, but the 
one we had lined up dropped out yesterday.  We phoned a 
few of the group this morning and explained about a 
slightly older but attractive and energetic whore, and 
they were enthusiastic.  Of course, some of our mates 
will recognize you as our mom, but they are broad-minded 
and can keep secrets".

My pussy creamed; my nipples hardened. "YES" I murmured.

And so on the Monday morning we were ready to go.  I was 
putting a few belongings into a suitcase, when Ralph 
came into the room.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Surprised (had they changed their minds?) I replied: 
"Packing for the trip, of course"

"Mom, dear, I don't think you understand.  All you need 
at most are a few toiletries.  You will be naked the 
whole time, ready and available.  It's pretty warm and 
humid up in the river valley where we go.  You should 
not need anything warm, but someone will help with a 
warm wrap if there is an unexpected cold snap."

"In fact", he went on, "I think you should even travel 
out to the camp in the nude.  We're going in Martin's 
panel van, so you can't be seen by anyone".

Martin had acquired this old van when leaving for 
college.  It was a VW microbus, but with the back 
windows paneled in.  There were no back seats, but I had 
noticed when Martin had come home that he had very 
comfortable mattresses spread out on the floor.  I had 
wondered about how many girls he had entertained there.

Martin came in as Ralph was talking.  He picked up my 
toiletry bag, and pulled out the pack with my 
contraceptive pills.  "I don't think you need these 
either", he said, breaking open the package and flushing 
all the pills down the toilet.

"And don't expect any of our group to use rubbers 
either.  I think you'd look cute with a bulging tummy 
and milk-filled tits".

I felt my pussy and nipples pull tight as I thought of 
this further degradation.  The wickedness and the 
excitement of risking pregnancy thrilled me enormously. 
I almost came there and then at the thought.

And so off we went, with me sitting on the mattresses in 
the back, as naked as the day I was born.  It took more 
than two hours to reach the camping area.  This 
consisted of a large wooden bungalow in a woody area 
next to a river.  It was on private land, attached to a 
farm, but left uncultivated as a hunting or fishing 
lodge.

Ralph opened the door for me, and a little nervously 
now, I stepped out into the sunshine.  A little way from 
us I saw a couple lying on a camp bed, clearly fucking. 
 They waved at us.  I guessed that the girl was Helen.

I was just feeling a little more relaxed, when suddenly 
I heard a voice booming out: "My god, it's Wendy!"

I turned to see a man coming out of the bungalow, and 
froze!  It was Mac, a colleague of Rob's and active in 
the local church where he had been a Sunday school 
teacher to Ralph and Martin at different times.  We had 
entertained him and his rather prim and severe wife 
Eunice on a number of occasions.  I had never enjoyed 
these times as Eunice appeared rather critical of anyone 
or anything we had contact with.

Mac had always been more friendly, but here I was 
standing in front of him completely naked.  To be so 
exposed to him as a common harlot was highly 
embarrassing, and I made an effort to hide behind my 
sons.

But Mac would have nothing of it!  He came right up to 
me, put his right arm around my waist and kissed me full 
on the lips.

"My wife has often accused me of committing adultery 
with you in my heart ... and she was right!  But it seems 
that I can now commit adultery with you in the flesh ... 
so much better!"

As he spoke, his left hand cupped one of my breasts, and 
he pinched the rapidly hardening nipple.  His hand 
drifted lower, rubbed my tummy and then moved to the V 
between my legs where he found my button instantly.  I 
let out an involuntary moan and he grinned as he 
continued the stimulation.

"My, my ... we are hot and ready aren't we?  But there's a 
more comfortable place inside"

He led me into the bungalow.  There were two young 
teenage boys sitting on a bed playing some computer 
game.  He gestured to them to get off, and then threw me 
down on my back.  He got between my legs and sucked me 
for a few minutes as my moans became more intense.  Then 
without further ado, he slid up to lie on top of me, as 
his cock slid easily up my hole.

As he entered me, Mac said to the two boys: "Later, I'll 
teach you how pleasure a real woman, but right now I 
have a long-term fantasy to satisfy with Wendy ... you can 
just watch!"

His mouth came down to mine and we tongue-wrestled in 
time to his thrusts into my belly.  I quickly became 
aware that we had gained quite an audience including the 
two who had been fucking outside.  Very soon I came, and 
came and came!!!!!!!

As I felt Mac starting to tense, ready to shoot his seed 
into me, my eyes fell on the two fresh-faced teenagers, 
staring in fascination and lust, and rubbing their 
crotches.  They were younger than any others I had 
pleasured, but I was sure it would be fun to teach them. 
 I could see the light of lust on many of the other 
faces as well.

As Mac came with a groan and collapsed on to me, there 
was one thing I knew for sure:  This was going to be a 
great summer after all!

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Postscript: And yes, I was made pregnant during those 
two weeks.  But I got an abortion.  The boys might think 
I would look cute, but I did not need my life style 
disrupted at this point, and it would have been 
difficult to explain to Rob I think.



********************************************************
Other stories by Art West can be found at 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ArtWest

*******************************************************





1
<1st attachment end>


----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+


  index