Can't see Mom for all the Boys
by DiscipleN
Copyright © 2002, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.
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This story was written at the request of a usenet poster who wanted to read about the kind of events herein.

James Purcell contorted his young face into an expression his father often used and sighed. His mother was cleaning his room. He was supposed to be helping.

"How about your dresser? If you folded those clothes the drawers might actually close."

"Okay mom." James tromped unenthusiastically over to the dresser. He plucked out a pair of white briefs from the stuffed pile and held them up? It seemed like a lot of work for such a little scrap of cotton. He rolled it up from the waistband.

Gloria Purcell noticed and shook her head. Her hands were full of action figures which gathered dust like magnets. She believed in the antiquated thought that an ideal home contained neither chaos nor idleness. Dust was the devil of the second. Her son was the first incarnate. Still, she adored him, and to her fortune, had the luxury of time to de-whirlwind his aftermath.

Her husband was a civil engineer who provided for a handsome lifestyle if not a lot of intimacy. She had been attracted to his focused personality, and whenever he attended her, he treated her like a queen. Unfortunately, his career had proved a magnet worse than action figures. To maintain their lifestyle, he lived more like a house guest than a member of the family.

Gloria knew her son liked his father, but he occasionally acted as if his father needed a helper more than she did.

"Mom, how do you fold your underwear?" James hadn't let her unvoiced dissatisfaction go unnoticed. He stared at a fresh pair held in his hands.

His mother blushed slightly at the question. "Just fold it in half and lay it flat. Rolling the waistband will ruin it.

"I bet dad doesn't fold his undershorts. Why can't I go and fix the solar panel? All it needs is a cleaning, and maybe a wire got loose in the storm last night.

You're too young to be climbing on roofs. What if you fell off?

"I won't fall. I'll be real careful."

"You're dad will fix it when he gets home."

"It'll be dark. He'll fall off." James asserted.

It wasn't an argument Gloria wanted right now. She finished wiping his toys. It was late afternoon on a summer day. She wanted a shower.

"Just put your clothes in order. That's plenty for a ten year old."

"I'll be eleven in three weeks!"

"Good, you'll be old enough to clean your own toys." His mother smirked and walked out of the room feeling victorious.

Hot water and oatmeal soap washed out the worst of days. It had been a good day, but Gloria loved to pamper herself. She prayed her husband wouldn't work too late and still had the energy to pamper her further. She was tired of curling up to his sleeping figure and rubbing her own pussy for an orgasm.

Having cleaned herself thoroughly, she primped for allure in the bathroom mirror. Most of the shower steam had been sucked out by the fan, and the mirror offered a tantalizing view. Any man with a healthy appetite for sex would have drooled over her shapely, naked figure.

The face peeking through the bathroom window would have dropped its jaw if it hadn't been upside down. Gloria suddenly caught sight of two eyes gaping out of the mirror's reflection. She turned around just in time to watch her son fall straight down, head first.

Her scream lasted from the moment she recognized James until, after racing outside, the moment she cradled his unconscious form. Her scream echoed inside her head, never to completely fade.

James thought his cast was cool! It covered his left, upper arm, the shoulder, and hung around his neck like a piece of white armor. Bobby and Carl had already signed it.

'Dufus climbed the roof. Dufus fell and went poof!' - Bobby Bad Dude.

'... and all he got was a stupid rhyme.' - your friend Carl.

"Dude, all the girls are gonna want to sign this!" Bobby was still admiring his verse.

"Aww, by the time the doctor says I can get out of bed, this cast will be gone. I don't want no girls to see me in the wheelchair." James indicated the vacant seat across the room.

"What about your mom?" Bobby snickered. "She's a girl."

"Yeah, she sees you every day. She pushes your chair." Carl followed his lead.

"I didn't know your mom was such a fox. When did she stop wearing sweats and house clothes?"

"I dunno." James did know, but he wasn't going to tell two kids. His mom started wearing brightly colored shorts and tight muscle shirts a couple days after he got home from the hospital. He expected a bawling out for peeking at her from the window, but all she did was make him promise never to climb the roof again.

"All right, boys, visiting time is over. James needs his rest." Gloria Purcell arrived exactly at 5:00pm to administer her son's pain killers. She herded the two neighborhood boys out of the bedroom and let them find the front door.

"Aw mom, I don't hurt much."

"And if you keep taking your medicine you won't. Here." It was not an offer.

James swallowed two pink tablets and an orange one nearly as thick as his finger. He sipped some milk to clear his gullet.

"All right, now take a little nap while I make supper." Gloria patted his head. Then she took it affectionately in both hands, leaned over his bed, and kissed him on the forehead.

His mother's kindness and the drugs should have slowed James' heart. Instead, it beat harder. With his mother leaning over and holding his head, his eyes pointed directly at her tits, and she wasn't wearing a brassier!

Two perfect breasts plunged past her deep neckline and dark nipples trembled ghost-like though the thin, white material of her top. James gulped as if he had swallowed two, much bigger pills. They were beautiful!

Gloria wasn't aware of her son's accidental view. She felt as fully clothed as always. From her perspective, she kissed him affectionately and chaste. The fact that her two bountiful tits loomed before the child's eyes like an invitation for further exploration escaped her completely. She had changed from the prim, proper, and punctual parent of a month ago. Only she couldn't notice it.

Incredibly, in the hours that occurred after witnessing James' tragic fall, her mind made an unconscious deduction. It figured that James had tumbled from the roof because he had been looking at her naked figure through the bathroom window. Gloria's mind decided she could protect her son by removing his reasons for peeking at her. Consciously, Gloria would have rejected such a ridiculous idea, although she did believe the accident was largely her fault. So her unconscious had to do the dirty work. Step by step, it would transform her into the most accessible naked body her son would ever need and then some.

Small things, like nervously fingering the buttons on her blouse during the days immediately following his hospitalization, had led to greater changes. By the end of the first week, she was in tight jeans and thin blouses. The Gloria of today regularly wore revealing, but hardly explicit, shorts and tank tops. Unconsciously bearing her deep cleavage in front of her son was just another step.

James found himself blinking, trying to clear the after-image of two gorgeous breasts swaying behind a thin curtain as his mother walked calmly out of the room. His young cock sprang up under the sheets so quickly he didn't notice it until after his retinas cleared.

He was unable to nap before he heard his mother call him from the kitchen.

At the dinner table, James tried hard not to watch his mother dither about. She spent more time out of her chair than in it; replacing napkins, checking on the dessert, refilling partially drained glasses, and reheating her own food. Instead, James watched his father watch his mother, but doing so proved extra difficult since she seemed to hover at James' elbow, offering quick peeks of the same cleavage which had enticed him earlier.

"No wonder it's so hot in here." James' father asserted, having finished the main course during his puzzling concern for Gloria's legs and ass. "The clothes you're wearing wouldn't keep a walrus warm in summer! What temperature did you set the heater to, woman?"

"I don't know." James' mother answered her husband without looking at him.

"Dang it, I provide pretty well around here, but let's not pay all of it to the power company, shall we?"

"Whatever you say, dear." She replied. "I don't want little James to be cold while he's recovering."

"Hell, look at the boy. He's sweating."

James was sweating, but not from heat. The continuous, close proximity of her mother's tits were more stressful than a math test. If his cock had been twelve inches, it would have been long enough and hard enough to tilt the table.

"Oh, dear are you feverish?" Gloria instantly stretched across the table and reached out a hand to his forehead. One of her breasts fell out of her top and into the mashed potatoes.

James' father leaned back, eyes wide as if he hadn't seen her breasts in weeks. "Please dear, have the decency..."

"Hush! I have to check his temperature." She jumped out of her chair and raced to the bathroom, ignorant of the free tit flouncing against her chest and flinging white globs in every direction. She returned with a thermometer and popped it into his mouth. She leaned close to monitor his forehead with the back of her hand. James found himself in a ridiculous position. The glass tube sticking out of his mouth actually penetrated the mashed potatoes concealing his mother's circular nipple. If he wriggled his tongue it made funny patterns in the warm mess.

"Oh, brother!" His father had seen enough. Mr. Purcell wiped his mouth and quit the table. He left the dinning room mumbling something about, "dizzy woman."

"M-M?"

"What dear?" James' mother took the thermometer out of his mouth and deciphered it.

"You've got food on yourself."

"Thank heavens!"

"Huh?" James wondered if his imagination was misbehaving.

"You're perfectly normal." She wiped the glass on her short pants and replaced it in it's case. Finally she noticed what wasn't right.

"Hmmm..." She observed her front. "I guess I have to shower."

James decided he wasn't going crazy after all. His mother started to show some sense. Then, right in front of him, she quickly stripped off her top!

James' eyeballs jumped out of his head. Now both of her mother's beautiful breasts appeared in plain view. His rock hard cock threatened to rip a hole in his jeans. He gulped and turned his head.

"Don't you worry about a thing. I'll be all cleaned up and ready to tuck you into bed." His mother said as she walked away.

When James turned back, he saw his mother's naked ass jiggling away into the hallway. Her pants and panties lay on the ground beside his chair.

Later that night, he thanked his lucky stars. If his mother hadn't wore a thin house robe while she tucked him in, he would have cummed into the bed sheets the moment she kissed him good night.

The image of two, hard nipples, poking through green silk, invaded his dreams.

The next morning, James woke up certain the previous day had been a dream. When his mother later appeared with breakfast on a tray, she was even wearing a thick, teri-cloth robe.

"How's my dear boy, this morning?" She smiled.

"Good mom." James tore into his food with hunger. "Can you invite Bobby and Carl over again?" He spoke between chews.

"Of course, honey, but they can't stay all day. I don't want them to tire you out."

"ng-kay." He munched the word.

"I'm glad you have such an appetite. It's a good sign you'll recover quickly."

"Thanks to your good cooking." James finished the last bite and smiled at his beautiful mother.

"I'll just take that back to the kitchen." She swept the tray from his bed and headed out.

At the door his mother encountered a slight difficulty with the doorknob. When she shifted the tray's weight to her left hand, the ketchup bottle tipped over it's edge and cracked upon the floor. Tomato flavored corn syrup soaked into the carpet.

"Damnit!" Gloria rebuked herself. "I've got to mop this up pronto, or we'll never get out the stain." She set the tray on James' desk and sped out of the room. The hem of her teri-cloth robe lifted in the sudden breeze. James caught a brief glimpse of black panties.

When his mother returned, they were all she was wearing. She held her robe in her hands, having soaked it with hot water. She immediately kneeled on the carpet and began to wipe the ketchup and broken glass. Her two tits swayed with a will as her hand scrubbed out the stain.

James was speechless! His mother was nearly naked and down on her hands and knees like she were an animal ready to mate. She had the creamiest, tanned skin, broken only by perfect freckles flecked sparingly over her shapely figure. He unconsciously reached for his cock and rubbed it lightly through his flannel night clothes.

She looked up. "Can you believe your mother is so clumsy?" Her eyes twinkled.

James' hand froze. With her head lifted, he caught a perfect view of his mother's tits. They were magnificent, like great mangoes. Her hand never stopped swirling her damp robe over the stain. Gloria's breasts circled mesmerically.

She noticed James' hand under the sheet, but she didn't consciously consider what that meant. Her tongue appeared briefly through her lips and licked them. Her hand stopped circling and instead it rubbed the carpet back and forth. Her body rocked as if she were being fucked from behind. Her eyes crossed, but never focused on, her son's veiled hand.

"It should perk... , I mean, pick right up, honey."

James discovered he was again, rubbing his cock. It ached for release. Why was his mom doing this, teasing him? Was this a form of punishment for having peeked at his mother in the first place? James was old enough to have read stories where the bad guy was punished by the very same crime he had committed. If only he dared to actually jack off in front of her! Simply rubbing his hard-on hadn't yet registered in his mother's expression. She had ceased to watch him and concerned herself with finishing the task. Her body continued to move sinuously.

The recuperating, young boy stuck his hand deep into his pajamas and wrapped his fingers around his inflamed cock. He jacked it slowly to the same pace as his mother's humping.

She dabbed the last smear of red goo long before her son was ready to climax, and she didn't hesitate to wrap up the robe and haul it into the bathroom. When she returned for the tray, she wasn't wearing anything at all. Mom, tray, and everything vanished behind James' door just as his cock spilled white gobs of cum into his pajamas. He managed to wipe the mess out of his pants with a handful of tissues. The vision of her trimmed thatch of cunt hair haunted him until Bobby and Carl arrived.

"Hey crip, what's up with your mom?" Bobby grimaced.

Carl shook his head. "Yeah, when we knocked at the front door, she yelled 'come in', but..."

"She was in the kitchen wearing a beach towel. What's going on here?" Bobby said accusingly.

James cleared his throat. "Uh, she spilled some ketchup. She must have taken a shower."

"Eww, I wondered what that smell was." Carl wrinkled his nose.

The door burst wide open, and Gloria Purcell walked into her son's room with a plate of cookies. She set them on the desk. She had found a French maid's apron to wear. The billowing ruffles around the edge of the straps were just large enough to cover her dark nipples, but every other inch of her breasts were visible.

"Here you go children. I'll be right back with the milk." She turned, exposing two firm but wide buttocks, and exited.

The three boys neither spoke nor moved in the interval between James' mother's appearances. She breezed back in with three tall cups and, smiling, placed them next to the plate.

"Bon appetit!" The door she tugged behind her, as she left, hung open only slightly farther than the three gaping jaws in the room.

Carl broke the silence. "Gee, that's creepy."

"James, your mom is nuts."

"Hey, you take that back!" James shouted at Bobby.

"Okay okay, plaster boy, I'm sorry. What's your explanation?"

"Golly, James your mom is beautiful." Carl exhaled.

"She's just... I mean her..." James searched the room looking for an answer. "Oh, heck. I don't know. She really changed since I fell off the roof. I-it's all my fault." James began to cry.

"Hey, it's all right man." Bobby reached for his friend's shoulder. "She just needs time. My mom did all sorts of crazy things when I nearly drowned last year."

"Yeah, like whup your backside three times a day." Carl sniggered.

"Oh, what do you know, squirt?" Bobby spat his question at the smaller boy.

"I know James' mom might be bonkers, but I sure wish my mom was bonkers like her."

James' laughed. "No you don't. You're mom isn't nearly as pretty as mine."

"Is too!" Carl yelped.

"Okay, that's the two friends I remember." A smile spread across Bobby's face like the sun peeking over the horizon. "Now the real question is, what are we going to do about it?"

Gloria felt a chill course through her as she loaded the dishwasher. That thermostat must be broken, she told herself. Why was it so cold in here? She crossed her arms across her tits for warmth, unaware she was entirely naked except for the white apron tied around her narrow waist.

She wandered into the living room, but discovered the heat was turned fully on. Only when she stood over the hissing air vent did she feel warm enough. Her apron lifted and revealed her cunt to the empty room.

"Hey, Mrs. Purcell!" Bobby walked into the room. He almost tripped over the carpet when he saw her.

"What's the matter?" Gloria cocked her head at the young boy. He held a camera in his hand.

"Do you mind if I take a picture of you?"

"What?" She took a second look at the camera. "That's James camera."

"Uh, yeah." Bobby's bluster faltered.

Gloria looked at herself. The wildly splaying apron fascinated her briefly. She shrugged her shoulders at Bobby and said, "If it's for James, I guess it would be okay."

"Gosh, you really look out for him don't you?" Bobby aimed the camera. He centered the shot on the mother's perfect navel. Her nipples were the only item of interest still somewhat covered by the billowing apron.

"He's my son. I'd do anything to make him well again." Gloria said earnestly.

"This photo is going to make him feel a whole lot better." Especially, if you suddenly get better yourself, he said to himself. The boy waited until the apron lifted straight out.

SNAP!

It was a perfect shot. Bobby just knew it. "Gee, thanks Mrs. Purcell."

"How many more pictures are left?" She asked curiously.

"Uh," He looked. "Seven."

"We'll if it's for James, maybe you should take more than one." She suggested.

Bobby visibly gulped. Here he was standing in front of the most beautiful woman in his neighborhood. She was a respected woman with a reputation for being excessively reserved. And not only was she was completely naked in front of Her underaged guest, she wanted him to take more pictures! All three of the boys had been sure he wouldn't even get one.

"Here, let me get this silly thing off." Gloria tugged at her apron strings.

The rising heat blew it away.

"It makes me look so domestic."

The next seven finger presses were the most difficult thing Bobby had ever done. His raging hard-on wanted to leap out of his pants, and his brain was fogged with lust.

She turned from side to side. The house mother posed more provocatively with every snap of the shutter. Her legs opened and she held up her tits. Then she started rubbing her hands all over herself.

The last shot Bobby took was of James' mom with her legs wide open with a hand deep in her cunt as she aimed one of her incredible tits to her mouth.

Cum spilled into his pants. Bobby grunted and nearly dropped the camera as he temporarily lost his vision.

"You'd better run up and show James. I've got housework to do." Gloria turned her back on the thin wisp of white cloth lying on the living room carpet as she walked into the kitchen. She felt quite warm.

"I want your mom so bad!" Carl breathed.

The pile of eight photos lay arranged on James' bed like an alter to a modern day goddess. Three boys crowded his mattress, their faces studying the naked woman were flush with emotions.

"Shut up!" James snapped.

"Yeah, Carl I thought you wanted your own mother." Bobby snickered.

"I wish I could..." Carl began.

"... jack off!" Bobby laughed.

"Shut up!" Carl pouted. "... if only I had the guts. James, there's gotta be a reason your mom is getting naked for us. Maybe she'd do something else if we knew what it was?"

"She told me she'd do anything for James." Bobby trilled his voice like a fluttering girl. "Oh James, if only you'd get better, I'd climb on top of you and ride you like a fireman on a hose."

"Knock it off." James spoke seriously.

"I want to knock her up!" Bobby stared at his friend. He had decided the moment his balls emptied into his pants, having taken the last picture, that Mrs. Purcell would be the recipient of his next load. He knew he had enough information to make sure of exactly that.

"Hey, this isn't funny." James said irritably.

"What are you going to do about it, Frankenstein's Mummy?" Carl teased.

"I'm not joking." Bobby stated.

"My mom may be a little crazy right now, but she's not stupid." James called Bobby's bluff.

"Then Carl and I will give her smart choices."

"Huh?" Carl looked at the bigger boy.

"We've got photos. We know she's radically upset over James. I think we can make her do anything."

"You'd better not." James fumed.

"Don't worry, James. We'll cut you in on the action, if you behave yourself."

"I will not." James countered, but already he was imagining the two boys touching his naked mother. He need only to look at the provocative pictures on his blanket and mentally add both friends inside the frames, their hands and cocks rubbing all over his mom. His own cock readily anticipated future cooperation.

"Gee, do you really think so?" Carl's eyes grew as big as eggs.

"At least we can give it a try." Bobby lost only a little bluster as he faced the reality of their plans. "Carl, you get to go first." He grinned.

Gloria Purcell sorted laundry in the room next to her kitchen. Every time she held up one of her shirts, she held it to her naked body and looked down.

"I don't have anything to wear!"

"Uh, M-mrs. Purcell?" Carl looked at the floor. Witnessing the gorgeous woman deprived him of thought.

"Yes, Carl?" Gloria pressed a long sleeve shirt to herself.

"I think there's something wrong with James." Carl looked up full of fear that she wouldn't believe him.

James' mother dropped the shirt and her naked body absorbed the young boy's attention.

"My goodness, no! What's the matter?" She hurried to the doorway.

Carl found himself following the juiciest looking behind he had ever seen. It was the first one he had seen. Her ass cheeks bounced and swayed and jittered like fish on a line. She crossed the kitchen and entered the living room at twice his pace.

"He said something about not being able to move his head."

"Oh, dear!" She raced up the steps and swept through the short hall into his room.

"James, mommy's here honey." She stopped at his bed, looking scared.

"I said I was getting better."

"James?" His mother tilted her head. "But Carl told me..." Her tits hung down out of line with her cute belly button.

"He ran out the door before James could tell him." Bobby stepped up, behind the adult woman.

"It's my fault mom." James gulped. Now he had to remember what to say, but his mother's body was so close and so anxious. His growing prick sucked at his mind. "I told him I had a pain in my neck, but when I looked at your photos it went away."

"I'm such a dummy." Carl breathed rapidly. "I thought you said you got the pain when you looked down."

"I guess it was a silly mistake." Bobby moved closer behind James' mother.

"What photographs are you talking about?" Gloria then noticed the glossy prints at the foot of the bed.

The three boy's froze at her question. She didn't know? What was going to happen when she looked at them?

"Good Heavens!" Gloria shouted. She grabbed at the photos, sweeping them into a loose pile and picking them up. "Where did you get these?"

"But mom, you..." James' started.

"These are disgusting!" She dropped the photos. They fluttered down scattered across the carpet. She was half a second from exploding.

James knew he had to say something. "OWWW!!" It was the first thing that entered his head. He clutched at his neck.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby!" His mother leaned over her son. Concern reasserted itself across her face. She covered his hand with hers.

"It's your fault, Mrs. Purcell. If you hadn't..." Bobby didn't say what. "You've got to do something!" He slowly reached his arms around the mother's waist, without touching her.

"James, James, what can I do for you?" A madness of helplessness overwhelmed her previous disgust. She leaned fully on the bed with her other hand. Her tits waved before her son like magicians' wands and her ass and pink cunt pointed directly at Bobby.

Stay right there mommy. I need you." James looked up at his mom. He couldn't quite see what Bobby was doing, but the boy's pants fell down to his knees.

"Why were you looking at those naughty pictures?"

"They were helping James get better, Mrs. Purcell." Bobby spoke softly from behind. He hesitated to touch her. He wanted to so badly!

Carl said the right thing, finally. "When you took them away, that's when he got the pain. See, I told you!" He didn't know James had been faking.

"Yeah, he needs to look at you to get better." Bobby grasped at thin air.

"Is that right, honey? Do you have to look at your naked mommy to feel better?"

"Uh," James swallowed. "I-I think so, mom. Please, don't move." His eyes absorbed the firmness of her tits, their round shape seemed to glow at the edges. Even the small hairs hiding her cunt from them seemed to light the way. The bulge in his blanket stood up like a volcano.

"You want me to keep perfectly still?" Gloria asked softly?

"No matter what happens, Mrs. Purcell." Bobby said with authority. "It the only thing that can take away his pain. He needs you." The situation amazed him, but he wasn't going to let this golden opportunity get away. He tightened his arms until he was hugging the mature woman softly. She inhaled.

But she didn't move.

Carl and James were thunderstruck as Bobby reached between the mother's thighs and touched her cunt. It was wet from stress.

"Please James, I want you to get better no matter what happens."

"It was all your fault." Bobby prompted.

"It was all my fault." She echoed with a sniff.

"You'd do anything for him." Bobby added. "I-I'd do anything for you." Gloria squeezed lightly on her son's hand holding his neck to reaffirm her commitment.

"Mrs. Purcell are you going to let Bobby fuck you?" Carl, stepped back at the sight. He was astonished at the sight of his best friend pushing his rock hard cock into the space between the legs of his other best friend's mother.

"Don't move mommy." James spoke as if entranced. She tensed every muscle tight, and the two juicy tits, hanging before his eyes, jiggled in response. His cock grew harder, harder than it had ever been.

He saw Bobby's hands reach around her waist and catch her belly. His mother's body blocked his friend's face and torso. His legs spread out from behind her and his knees bent as he leaned into James' mother. A hot young cock eased into her folds.

She grimaced and frowned, as if hurt, but she didn't once move. Her son stared into her confused eyes. His hand wrapped itself around his diamond hard prick. He couldn't help but jack himself. The sight of his mother's body slowly rocking over him was too much.

"Oh god, She's hot and wet." Bobby groaned.

Carl had his cock out in his little hands too. James flashed him a glance. His youngest friend was drooling. If only James could see the reflection in his friend's eyes, then he might actually see Bobby's cock driving into his mom.

James strained his head to look between his mother's legs, but her thighs were to close together. The thick plaster of his cast conspired to restrict his angle. He could only see a few curling, red-brown hairs that quivered as his mother clenched her groin involuntarily. He looked at his own cock, and imagined pushing it into his mommy's pussy. His hairless staff was drooling worse than Carl.

Gloria moaned softly, from the back of her throat. She gripped her son's bed sheets tightly as the boy behind her pushed. His hands pulled her onto him, relaxed and repeated. The bed rocked and creaked.

"This is fantastic! Your mother's hot cunt is slicking me with her juice." Bobby called out to his buddy. He pushed into her faster.

Suddenly his mother spoke.

"James, i-is this h-helping?" Her lips trembled.

He locked his eyes on hers. "Oh, yes mommy. It's incredible!"

She smiled at her son. Gloria looked as if her dementia had fallen away and it was replaced with earnest sexual need. "Please Bobby, go deep. It has to be done right, for James' sake."

"What has to be done right?" Bobby snickered.

"You have to fuck me. You have to push your cock into my mommy cunt to help my poor son."

"I am pushing, and I'm fucking you. I'll fuck you even harder."

Slapping sounds grew loud in the room. James was pile driving his boner, and Carl was smacking his own little prick nearly as fast. Bobby's head was flung in the direction opposite his waist. His cock bored into the dripping cunt that wrapped his iron bar of meat. His arms, wrapped around the mature woman's thighs and his hands pulled her pussy onto his cock.

Smacking and slapping and slurping filled the room.

"Oh yes, that's it. I'm so close. Your cock is fantastic in my cunt. Keep... pushing, fucking. Ohhhhh, my cunt has never been this wet."

"Damn, your mother is like a bitch dog. I saw my shepherd take on a pack of mongrels once. You mother is so hot.

"Yeah, uuunnnggg, it's better than porn on my dad's cable." Carl was about to spit his juice. He couldn't last much longer. The matronly woman, fucked from behind his best friend, her tits flying like baseballs, it was too much.

"Squirt off, twerp." Bobby wasn't in the mood for any more talk. He just wanted to pound his prick into this wet garden of soft flesh forever. His balls trembled with predictions of the future.

"James, are you watching? It's helping, right? Oooohhhhhh, it's helping your mother too. I feeeeel soooo... fucked!" Gloria spoke deliriously, and she began to give back as good as she was getting.

James watched his mother push back into his friend's thrusting, and his mind leapt with emotion. His cock jerked inside his grasp and spurts of hot cum jetted across his belly. Shots of white jism leapt up and scored on his mom's tits.

Bobby started yelling. "Ohh!! I'm cumming in your mother!"

Carl's sperm shot all over the carpet. He was hunched over in spasms of delight. "Mommy!!" He yelled like the little boy he was.

Finally, Gloria's eyes opened wide as she trembled from head to toes. Her belly convulsed and she shouted. "Fuck me! Oohhh FUCK!!!" Her orgasm echoed in the small room filled with young boys.

Bodies collapsed into a heap on the bed. She lay among them for only a short while.

Gloria sat up slowly extracting herself from the exhausted grips of her abusers. Recent events flooded her thoughts and she found herself crying.

First she had begun to dress like a slut, and then continued to strip herself, day by day until she paraded around her son and his friends fully naked. Then they had taken pictures of her, and finally her soft cunt was fucked by Bobby until they had all cum, inside her and out.

It had been horrible, she gasp and swallowed her tears. How could she have ever let things go so far? She hadn't even noticed herself slip into the roll of incestuous seductress. It had seemed so important, in the context of her son's accident. Even now, as she thought about her son's original fall her heart skipped a beat. The child was in a cast, with recurring pains. He might have been faking it this afternoon, but even then she could not help but forgive him. Now she only had to somehow forgive herself.

Then she looked at her son. His eyes were open but bleary from his intense climax. He smiled at her, and then she felt his body beneath her as she lay under the naked flesh of Bobby and Carl. Her son's prick began to strengthen.

He reached out and touched her nipple with his good arm. Other limbs moved across her flesh, and small hands pawed and prodded. They were followed by lips and tongues. Soon, bodies grew hot again, and little cocks wriggled into wet crevices.

James watched his mother drown in a pool of little boys and sink out of his sight.
The End